Episode 60: Hold the Fort

“Please don’t hurt Lily.”

Benjamin Dunn was staring into the face of what felt like the Grim Reaper. Although he had never met Wayne Nichols himself, nor seen the video of the man raping his daughter Jenna, he just knew who this shadowy assailant was. Lily being held by her throat and struggling to breath cried at seeing her boyfriend Ben terrified for her life. Ben’s own tears was showing her just how much he loved her. So stupid she warned her emotions, she might have led this man right to his family in hiding just by hooking up with Ben. She knew better under the circumstances but just felt entirely too lonely in Margo Needy’s house. A voluntary blowjob couldn’t hurt, right?

“Lead me to my wife and kid or I choke her out.”

“Don’t! This isn’t our battle. I’ll take you there just let Lily go. She doesn’t even know the situation.”

“Nice try kid! We all go out there and you bring my family to me, or nobody leaves this forest unless it’s in body bags.” Wayne was showing his ruthless side. His past leading to organized crime in Philly, his rep was far from being a nice guy. If his own life wasn’t in jeopardy by snitching on his big boss, one Johnny Confetti, aka the Party Animal, yes, the Italian’s, he might not be in this situation. Such was the case of a loser thug who knew far too much. He knew his own existence was on borrowed time, so he chose to bolt, right into the watchful eye of the Feds. They were hungry for a hot Italian pasta resistance, and he was their waiter! Still waiting, four years later. Life was hell! All he had was his family.

Wearing only a t-shirt Lily pissed in freely down her legs. She was being manhandled as if she weighed nothing, but to a 280-pound guy her 108 pounds was pretty much gravity defying. Wayne wasn’t even concerned how he groped her, his right palm squeezing her breast even as she dug her nails into his thick hairy arm. It was like he didn’t have a pain center, Wayne would not even wince. Squint maybe, but that was due to the darkness ahead on the trail. “Use your flashlight idiot.” Wayne snapped at Ben for leading them in the dark. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to shine it, Ben was processing his options was all. In fumbling to turn on the flashlight it allowed him to use his nearly dead cellphone to dial 911. Dispatch picking up on mute he chose to talk them through the situation.

“Please Mister Nichols, you’re hurting Lily. Just let her go I’ll take you to your family. No trouble I swear.”

“You think I’m that stupid kid? I let this little cumslut go she’ll have the cops here in fifteen minutes. What the hell do you see in this fucknut, little girl? Maybe after I get my family back, I’ll just fuck the shit out of you and show you what a real man can do.”

“Like you do to Jenna?” Ben stopped in his tracks and verbally retaliated. “It takes a real man to rape and beat his daughter. That’s incest dude!”

“I brought her into this world, I own her. MOVE!” He choked Lily even harder, her vision blurry from lack of oxygen. Ben had no choice but to cooperate. He truly hoped 911 was patient and not thinking this was a prank. “How far away are they?”

“Half mile in the woods. There’s a massive treehouse. Did you bring that other woman? What was her name? Roxie?”

“Fuck that dyke. I don’t know where she disappeared to, and I don’t care. This is a man’s job.” Good thing Roxie didn’t hear that bit of degradation, the agent being up ahead out of hearing range. Roxie’s head start allowed her to see to candlelight up above in the distance. She was closing in on the treehouse while Wayne was struggling to move things along. She really should have cuffed Wayne to her steering wheel again. Better yet, forced him into the trunk of her car. Some FBI Agent she was.

Ben worried as much about this Roxie as he did Wayne after the Agent seeing his face already. All he could hope for was that she was not as bloodthirsty as Wayne seemed to be. Raping Wayne’s wife Erica lesbian style he knew Roxie was not a good person. He wondered if her working for the FBI if was she beyond reason? “I just don’t want her to hurt anyone either, like she did your wife.” Smart move Benjamin!

“My wife? What do you mean? What did you see? You better not be fucking with me kid, your chippie here’s life depends on it.” The scent of Lily’s urine was annoying him, his pant legs were getting wet. “STOP PISSING ON ME, GODDAMMIT!”

“Please let me go.” She hissed as Wayne caved enough to let her breath better. “I don’t even know what’s going on here.” Playing dumb might save her she thought. Wayne nor this Roxie had technically seen her face. Her hopes dashed, he gripped her sole piece of clothing, her long t-shirt right between her tits and shook her.

“Not a peep!”

“You don’t have to get rough. We’ll comply, Mister Nichols.” Ben opted to convince him while hiding his cell the best he could. “Lily doesn’t know anything. We snuck out here.”

“You must think I’m an idiot. You just mentioned my family, rape ... how do you know Roxie hurt my wife?”

“There’s video of it. I can show you.” He did have the footage saved if his phone stayed on, it’s charge next to nothing. “Hold on!” He shined the flashlight into Wayne and Lily’s faces, distracted just slightly to notice Lily’s pussy peeking out from under her shirt’s lifted hem, pee trickling. It made him sad. Noting his cell still on and the 911 operator still hanging in there he looked up the video to show him, hoping that putting Roxie in a bad light would get Wayne to slip up. Video open Ben stepped closer and extended his arm to show him the active scene in his bedroom. Wayne snatched it from Ben’s hand and brought it closer to view. “That fucking bitch.”

“We saved your wife from Roxie, got her out and brought her here. Lily there only thought we were camping up at the treehouse. Not about your wife and Jenna. I always liked Jenna from High School. Your daughter rocks!” Bad choice of words, rocks and Roxie being so close in nature to the same thing.

“She’s still going with us. I can’t let her warn anyone that I’m out here. I’ll deal with Roxie.”

“Can I have my phone back?”

“No, you can’t have your phone back.” Wayne hissed, and powered off Ben’s cell, severing the 911 call. At least he didn’t know the cops were listening in having left it on mute. Wayne hadn’t even considered the fact that Ben had them on the sideline. “Keep moving!” Dragging Lily along like a puppet bothered Ben but he was in no position to fight back, he knew he would lose. All he had to keep him going was knowing the cops were alerted and likely tracing his phone. It was a waiting game.

Up ahead of them Roxie was shaking at every shadow being this deep in the woods, never knowing what kind of wildlife could be around. Bear, wolves, coyotes, cats, any one of those could hunt her down in the darkness and nobody would know until they found her body. At least she had her 9MM to comfort her.

Ceasing her cellphone light she went in blind, step by step with only the candlelight in the glass windows of the treehouse enclosure to go by. The real problem with that was the fact it was pretty high up, the ground itself was pitch black. “I better not step on a fucking snake.” No, but would walking right into a dangling sex swing be any better? Roxie was not above screaming. “FUCK!” Feeling the obstacle and knowing she was beneath the treehouse where those above couldn’t see her she lit up her cell again and realized her attacker. “Who puts a sex swing out here?” Nerves calming, she shrugged with a smirk. “I would!

Light utilized to find the still lowered staircase she cut the illumination knowing her steps. She hoped nobody above heard her panic attack. Easing step by step up the staircase it creaked leading her to gnash her teeth. “God, I hope they’re sleeping. This can’t go South with Buford trying to contact me. I have to get this family back home and cover my tracks. Once everyone is together, we can back each other up.” Easier said than done.

“WHO GOES THERE!” A male voice from above called out.

“WILDWOOD PD! Heath Talbot called us in.” She aimed to bluff him in the dark. “We’re here to escort the Nichols to a safer location.”

“Where’s your backup?”

“Behind me up the trail. Pretty smart bringing them out here in the middle of nowhere. Are the Nichols, okay?”

“Not even here! Who the fuck are the Nichol’s?” Greg Shepard saw through her bluff. “Take another step, I’ll shoot.”

“You have a gun? So do I! I’m not here to hurt anybody.”

“I don’t believe you. My friends are around somewhere. All I have to do is start yelling and they’ll come running.”

“Stop being stupid. We both know who the other is. I recognize your voice from Erica’s front door. You and ... Ben kidnapped Erica, that’s going to see jail time.”

“You first Rapist! So, you know our names, doesn’t matter. Over a dozen others know about you. You going to go on a killing spree to cover up what you did? Same for what Jenna’s dad did to her?”

“I’m coming up. I know you don’t have a gun you moron.” She charged upward then felt a sharp pain on her forehead. Stunned she leaned against the rope railing and nearly fell backwards. “What the fuck?” Touching her brow, she felt blood.

“More where that comes from.” Greg had Elliot’s slingshot in his hands poised with another sharp acorn from the surrounding grounds. “I can do this all day.” His inner Steve Rogers was braced for battle.

“Don’t make me shoot you for interfering in Government business. I have the right to fire back. Casualty or not I’m coming up there.” Round two acorn pelted her in the arm holding the rope. The piercing agony made Roxie lose her grip and tumble backwards down the four steps she had behind her. Landing flat on her back she lost her cellphone in the darkness. Groans were all she had.

Greg the sharpshooter! Hawkeye was his hero.

Back at Margo Needy’s abode, a half mile away.

“YEAH! FUCK YEAH!” Four young men were having the time of their lives. Four hot chicks to go around, the boys played musical holes. Jeffrey Hancock had his chance at Frannie a second time, going solo in missionary and drilling her harder than hades. His baby brother Brian had met Anita Shepard for the first time and was giving her the best sex, she had ever encountered, by far the biggest dick. Heath found Kim and took his chances on her considering she was Lily’s best friend. Right beside her, Eric Crowe lay holding her hand while Margo Needy rode him like an aggressive trooper. Being on her period made Margo ravenous.

“Eric?” Kim called over her tilted scalp while moaning. “I’m sorry I snuck in on you. I love you.”

“I LOVE YOUR CUNT!” Heath leaned over Kim’s face and laughed. “Fuck you’re tight. How can you be this tight after the Hancock’s nailed your hot ass pussy?” Compliment accepted; she giggled as Eric joined her.

“We’ll talk about things later. Cum hard for Heath.”

“Anything for you. Please love me, Eric. I want to be yours.”

“MASTER!” Margo cried out cumming hard on his cock.

“Yes, Master.” Kim thought that Margo was telling her how to address him. Eric hearing how Kim referred to him made him think. Even if he didn’t want a relationship, there were possibilities in this growing submissiveness.

“YOU HEARD ME!” Eric rolled into Kim, “CUM HARD FOR HEATH!”

“Yessssssssssss! I will Master.” Even Heath had to grin at Eric’s newfound talent. Maybe there was hope for his best buddy yet. Thoughts on that opinion wavered as Brian carried Anita Shepard back into the mix. Having had the brunette Cougar in doggy mode it was easy enough to lift her and walk them right behind Eric’s head. Eyeballing Brian’s plan, Eric found Anita quaintly seated right over his face, Brian pulling free of her cunt until she settled in on Eric’s tongue. Smirking across her at Heath Bri took Anita’s anus for a ride. She screamed holy hell at such a huge invasion. So loud that Margo took charge and kissed Anita to calm and quiet her down. Teamwork!

All alone now Jeffrey pulled away from a clingy schoolteacher and found it in him to drag her along with him. Like his brother he introduced her sloppy cunt to Kim’s mouth, then took Frannie’s own gaping asshole, it had been quite a popular vacation spot tonight. Kim had never eaten pussy before. Whimpering she closed her eyes against the shower of Frannie’s squirting. She simply did her best. Facing Heath, Frannie discovered his kiss to be stimulating. This orgy was likely going to go on strong for another few hours. Too bad nobody heard their cellphones blowing up all over the house while upstairs in various discarded points.

“Where the fuck is everybody?”

Riley Filmore was on his way out of Wildwood with fellow squad cars Samuel N’Dolla, and Chyna Whitmore riding with Sam. Officer Bebe Service already outside of town alerted to the 911 call made from Ben Dunn’s cell was turning back on the highway. It was going to be a long night.

Inside the police department Sheriff Coot Donnelly, working late under the circumstances paced the lobby with a tracked down FBI Senior in charge Buford Tanner on the line. “Best break some speed limits, Mister Tanner. We just got a 911 call and things are hitting the fan. If anyone in my county gets hurt or worse, I’m blaming you.”

“Understood, Sheriff. We’re thirty miles out. Just do what you need to do.” He hissed! “Try not to take out Wayne. He’s important.”

“As you say, understood. Let’s just hope he gives up easily. What about your Agent Durbin?” It was all out in the open now, info shared between law enforcement agencies. Videos mentioned as well, just not shared over the distance. This was better taken care of face to face.

“She’s a good ... well ... misguided Agent. Wing her if you have to. Call that justice for Erica Nichols until I can handle Durbin.” No worries, Greg Shepard had that covered all sniper like.

“You got the coordinates. I’m heading out there myself. I’ll call you if anything goes bad.”

“I appreciate it, Sheriff. We will make this up to you Wildwood folks.”

“Try taking the Nichol’s elsewhere.”

“That’s definite. Tanner out!” Buford hung up, the middle-aged man sitting in his black SUV sighing at the loss of a good Agent. Even at the smallest punishment he was going to have to take Roxie Durbin’s badge. Charging her for rape iffy considering Erica might be too terrified to press charges due to Wayne. Thankfully, Buford had a thermos of black coffee to get him through the drive.

“Are you sure we should be coming out here this late?”

“Do we have a choice? Regis must be coming back here, he seemed really attached to Mrs. Needy. So weird!” The owner of Pushycat’s Big Cat Sanctuary, Crista Pooshard related to her partner Olivia Furman. “We should have gotten a phone number yesterday. Who knew Regis would escape again this soon.”

“He’s been sheltered his whole life. Humans are family to him, which worries me of releasing him to the wild. You can see he just loves hanging around people. Even if we drop him hundreds of miles in the wilderness, he’s going to find his way back to us. I just know it.”