Chapter 245

Near a Mountain Chalet

It was dark out now, and both Carlson and Jamar were asleep as Braswell, directed by his GPS, maneuvered the van up the deserted mountain road. He nudged Carlson awake. "Only about a mile to go. It's blacker than shit with this cloud cover," he said, motioning to the outside, "and I'm tired. Help me look for the place. Supposed to be two red reflectors on either side of the driveway. The address is 34617 and the number is supposed to be posted on a tree beside the drive."

A few minutes later, "There," Carlson exclaimed just as Braswell also saw their lights reflected by the driveway markers, "And there's the number, too."

"Shit, I would have driven right past without those things to mark the driveway." He eased the van into the narrow gravel drive and started down the steep hill. A couple of hundred feet farther, the drive turned to the left and they saw the house under the van's lights.

"Big fucking chalet," Carlson said as he got a better look at the house.

"Nice," Braswell agreed. "The bastard obviously has money."

"I don't think he owns the place, though. There's a small real estate rental sign over there," Carlson commented as Braswell shut the engine off.

The two sat checking out the house for a moment. Carlson looked over at Braswell. "We gonna tap those pussies, Boss?"

Braswell hesitated, then, "I've been thinking about that. I got the impression that this job could be a regular thing. He wants virgins. I sure would love to tap that fourteen-year-old, but pussy is pussy. Twenty grand will buy a lot of it. I'm guessing this guy is a nutcase. Hell, he wants to fuck kids, and that twelve-year-old is just that – a kid. Shit, my dick gets hard just thinking about the older one, though, and I'm sure as hell tempted, but I want that money more. If we play our cards right, we stand to make a hell of a lot of money..." He hesitated for a moment, then went on, "The girls stay pristine like he wants."

Carlson let out a sigh. "Yeah. I guess you're right, but the fourteen-year-old has some nice tits growing on her chest ... Say, if we're not going to fuck them, we could get a blowjob without messing up their cherries."

"And if they fight and we accidentally mark them in the scuffle? What then? He emphasized that we bring him girls that are 'pristine.' Then again, I'm not sure I want my dick in the mouth of a pissed-off teenager." After a moment, "We'll see," Braswell responded as he reached to open his door. "Let's get them into the house."

Their conversation was interrupted by scrambling sounds and the back door of the panel van opened. The two girls tumbled out and headed up the steep driveway for all they were worth.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! I thought they were still asleep. That shit was supposed to put them out for six hours minimum. I'm gonna kill the son-of-a-bitch who sold me that stuff," Braswell yelled as he and Carlson slammed their doors open and started after the girls.

Jamar snorted a couple of times but didn't awaken.

A hundred feet or so later, "Go back and get the flashlight out of the glove compartment," Braswell snarled. "I can't see a fucking thing."

A few minutes later, now with the flashlight, Carlson caught up with Braswell. "I can't hear them. Can you?"

"Nah. I think they went to ground. Hell, it's darker than the inside of a cat out here without that light." Braswell took it from Carlson and shone it around. "Shit the light seems bright after being out here without it. I damn near broke my neck when I got to the road. I went too far and stepped into the ditch. Good thing it wasn't deep or I would have fucked myself up."

"You sure they came this way?"

"Yeah. I heard them, but we need to be quiet," he whispered as they continued slowly on, Braswell shining the light carefully about. "They couldn't have gotten far. It's too fucking dark."

They had continued up the road for a couple of minutes when Braswell suddenly grabbed Carlson's sleeve and pulled him near as he whispered. "They're lying on the ground to the left there by that cluster of bushes. Work your way around and come in behind them. Be quiet. If they realize what's going on, they'll run again."

A few minutes later, the girls screamed out as Carlson charged them and caught the twelve-year-old. The older girl had dashed on up the road, and would have gotten away again, but when she realized that her sister was now a captive, she walked back to the men.

"I'm not going to leave my sister all by herself with you perverts," she snarled. As Braswell reached for her, she spat on him, but stood defiantly while he grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her.

"When Daddy finds you, he'll kill you."

"Not going to happen," Braswell said. "Now let's get back to the house or cabin or whatever the fuck they call it."

As they walked down the hill toward the rental, Braswell asked, "How come the two of you don't have a cell phone? I thought every kid in the world had one."

The fourteen-year-old didn't answer, but her sister did, choking back tears as Carlson, his hand clamped around her arm, forced her down the road. "We got into trouble texting in school. Daddy took our phones away for a month."

Deep Space

"The Chief Engineer requests your presence in the engine room," the First Officer told the Captain.

"What does that fool want now?" the Captain muttered as he got up and started for the door.

Just then, normal lighting came back on. "About fucking time," the Captain snarled, "and if the elevator..." It too was now working, which heightened the Captain's mood significantly.

In the engine room, an obviously exhausted Chief Engineer stood staring at his boards.

"It's about fucking time..." the Captain started.

"I have the two damaged warp coils working, so the ship has full power now. I've managed to scrounge enough material for the replicators to produce the parts that we didn't have in stores, so we have begun assembling the third coil. Once it's finished, and ... if I can manage to tune the triad well enough to go to warp, we can make it to that asteroid belt. Then, if we can find the materials we need, I can begin assembly of the other three coils."

"And while you are building the other three coils, I can begin closer surveillance of the planet," the Captain inserted. "Get the fucking coil built. We've spent enough time sitting out here doing nothing."

The Chief Engineer frowned. "The planet?"

The Captain realized that he had almost said too much. He wanted to keep what the crew knew about this planet to a minimum, at least for now. This "Earth," as the inhabitants called it, was going to make him wealthy beyond calculating. Just think, females with large horizontally placed breasts. He could charge whatever he wanted for them. The ultra rich would pay anything. An unusual female always brought top price, and these were the most unique in all the races the Miadax had yet encountered. And ... he owned a whole planet full of them. An industrialized planet, and with the most unique females ever discovered ... No Miadax had ever been this rich. He couldn't wait to sink his dick into one of these alien females.

As soon as we get to that asteroid belt, I'll send a paladin to the planet to snatch a few of the females to try out for myself. The planet's technology is so pitiful that nothing they have will penetrate the paladin's shields. I need to start thinking about where I can find the best looking females. Hmmm.

The Retreat

Jeff had told Security that he and the others would not run tomorrow morning. There was little likelihood they would have a chance to respond until the diplomat left to go to the kidnappers and girls, supposedly in late afternoon, but still Jeff would not leave anything to chance that he didn't have to.

He hit the remote to lower the garage door as soon as the Escalade was inside. As the three got out, he noticed a look pass between Kayla and Arlene. How do they do that? I know they just communicated something, but I have no idea what. Oh, well, they'll tell me when it's time for me to know, he reasoned, trying to curb his curiosity – and failing.

As they walked up the short steps to the landing of the garage entrance to the Retreat, both young women put an arm around him. Inside, the girls hung up their coats, then hugged themselves under his arms, making sure their breasts were pushed against his sides. Bedtime was approaching, so he assumed they were thinking about making love, and ... they were, but a bit sooner than he was expecting.

As Kayla stepped to the side to open the door of an empty suite, Arlene nudged him to turn in. "Everything that's been happening has made us horny," Kayla said as she reached to grab his hand.

"The others will be waiting," he replied, but he didn't resist very hard.

"They'll know what we're doing," Arlene said as the two "dragged" him into the bedroom.

The two young women looked at each other, grinned and dropped their pants and panties, then leaned on the bed. "Fuck us, Husband," they said in unison as they looked over their shoulders at the Prime.

His pants hit the floor two seconds later.

Friday – Idaho Springs

Low-lying clouds spat an occasional flurry of snow as Courtney Grigsby turned into the lot of a gas station/convenience store near her home. This is a beautiful vehicle, but it loves gas stations, she thought sardonically as she stopped by the pumps and shut off the engine. A slight smile crossed her pretty countenance as she remembered Diana's insistence that Courtney use the charge card in the glove compartment for fuel purchases. With our investments over the years, and with Matt's increase in salary, we're doing just fine financially. No way am I going to use the Matthews' money to gas up the vehicle they have so graciously loaned us.

She got out of the SUV, then quickly leaned back inside to grab her coat and slip it on. That wind is cold, but ... it's a lot warmer here than it is on Matthews Mountain. She hesitated for a second as she felt Matt. It's so odd to be able to do that, she thought. She could point in his direction if she wanted, and assumed he was at his office in Denver.

She slid her card through the reader on the pump, then a few seconds later, stood gassing the vehicle while she casually looked around the near-vacant lot. Even though the station was only a couple of blocks from the Interstate, it was hidden from the highway due to the hilly area at the base of the mountain, the winding street and several other stores that made up the small neighborhood.

A young woman came out the door of the little store and walked to the side of the building, stopping at a snow-covered picnic table. After brushing the snow off a section of seat on one side of the table, she made a couple of swipes with a gloved hand to clear some of the snow off a portion of the tabletop. After removing her gloves, she took a towel from her backpack and put it on the bench. Sitting down, she opened the lid of her coffee, took a sip, then opened a sandwich she had purchased in the store.

Hmmm. Surely not my choice of places to eat, Courtney thought. Not with this wind and cold. Mine is the only vehicle here, so she must not have a car. As cold as it is, I hope she isn't hiking, but she has a backpack – a big one. My gosh. Could she be hitchhiking? She's eating a sandwich that probably came from the store. Hmmm, she looks young. I doubt if she's even twenty.

When the tank was full, Courtney got in and moved her SUV away from the pumps, parking it on the side of the store not too far from the girl. After purchasing coffee inside, Courtney came back out, stopping to say hello to the girl. Closer now, she had a much better view of the young woman. With her sitting and wearing a heavy coat, Courtney couldn't tell much about her weight, but she thought the girl was about her (Courtney's) height. She wore a dark blue ball cap with her hair pulled through the hole in the back of the cap, causing her long, blond hair to arch out and cascade down her back. Now that Courtney was close, she realized that the young woman had a startlingly pretty face.

Courtney's curiosity was now in full bloom as she stopped on the other side of the picnic table. "Hi. May I sit with you while I drink my coffee?"

Motioning, the girl responded, "Sure. My name's Bridget. Have a seat."

"I'm Courtney."

Then, "Wait. Let me get you my spare towel to sit on, otherwise, you're going to get your pants wet," Bridget said as she dug in her backpack again.

"Don't go to all that trouble; these pants will wash."

"No trouble." The girl pulled a small towel out and handed it to Courtney. "Might want to double it."

Courtney brushed all the snow that she could get off the end of the bench, put the folded towel down and sat across from Bridget.

"So..." Courtney started.

Bridget looked at Courtney and grinned. "I'll bet you're wondering why this lunatic is sitting out here in the cold eating a sandwich, hmmm?"

Courtney was glad she hadn't yet taken a sip of her hot coffee, for she surely would have blown some out her nose. "Uh ... am I that obvious?"

Bridget didn't answer the question, but said, instead, "Would you like half my sandwich? I don't think I'm going to eat it all."

"Uh, no thank you."

"Probably a wise choice," Bridget laughed. "It isn't the best sandwich I've ever eaten. The label said ham and cheese, but that may or may not be correct. I've never seen green ham," she teased with a giggle. "But to answer your unspoken question, I had this brilliant idea that I could hitch to Reno. I left the east side of Denver this morning, and this is as far as I've gotten. I hitched a ride with a delivery van, but he turned off the Interstate at this exit. I stood beside the Interstate for an hour getting splashed with seventy mile per hour slush, and only two cars stopped the whole time. The last weirdo scared me so much that I gave up standing out there with my thumb in the air. Since this station is the closest one to the Interstate, I thought I would hang out here and try to catch a ride from people who stopped in to gas up. At least this way I can check them out a little before approaching them for a ride."

"Uh, I buy gas here all the time. The station seems to have mostly local business," Courtney offered. "Mainly because it can't be seen from the highway, I suppose."

Bridget shrugged. "You're probably right. Only four cars came in during the last hour, and all four drivers turned me down, saying they weren't headed for the Interstate. Looks like I'm going to have to back up and punt."

Courtney risked a sip of her boiling-hot coffee, and grimaced. "This stuff tastes like it was made last week."