Inspector Michelle Qwan tried to relax in the back of the Checker Cab driving her westbound on Atlantic Avenue through the urban blight that was the Ozone Park neighborhood of Queens.
Less than hour more before dawn, and the streets were deserted. Still, the massive .44 Desert Eagle pistol strapped under her left arm was reassuring as hell.
She clicked on her cellphone. First up was her kohai, Yukari Mei Awai. Let's see if I can get through the night without killing her!
It was answered on the ninth ring by a sleepy Amanda the Hacker Queen. "Yeh-wha-u-wan?"
"Amanda, this is Michelle, where is Yukari?"
"MMmm... right here 'side me. She's asleep."
"Well wake her up!"
"Gotcha."
Amanda rolled over in her big bed to straddle the chest of the still dozy Yukari, who was naked under the black satin covers with her wrists handcuffed to the black, rought-iron headboard above her head.
Amanda tickled her nose and Yukari went wide-eyed and grunted into the cleave gag that consisted of Amanda's panties held by a black silk stocking wrapped and then knotted around her head.
"Your 'Sempai' wants to chat you up," Amanda teased.
Yukari groaned and wiggled as her sense of duty overcame her new desire to be Mistress Amanda's gothgrrl loveslave for the rest of her life.
Amanda laughed. She undid the stocking gag and pulled her black panties from Yukari's mouth. She gave her a long, deep kiss with plenty of tongue that almost caused Yukari to orgasm on the spot, then placed the cellphone to her ear and mouth.
"Kohai, you there?"
"Ohhhhhhhh gaaaawd... Hai! Yes I am here, Sempai!" Yukari groaned
"What the hell is going on over there?"
"Jus... getting a little rest," Yukari replied. Not hardly!
"Place still secure?"
"Hai! No calls or visitors all night!"
"Good, now listen carefully," Qwan said. "I want you to get our things together and also tell Amanda to pack for a few days. I also want her to make a hardcopy of everything she's come up with to take with her."
"Hai. Is something wrong?"
"I'm moving you two to a safer locale." Qwan took a deep breath. "Joe Killian died on the operating table not long ago form injuries sustained in the hospital shootout with the ISIS goons."
"Oh... Sempai!"
What happened?" Amanda asked, still straddling her.
"Tell Amanda what happened, but don't let her call out or leave for any reason," Qwan said. "Also, use the caller ID to find out who's calling you. If it's anybody but me, don't answer the phone under any circumstances whatsoever! Got that?"
"Hai, Sempai."
"I should be there in less than hour. Don't answer the door for anybody but me. Trust no one but me," Qwan finished.
"Understood, Sempai."
"See you soon... be careful, Kohai."
She clicked off. Amanda continued to sit on top of Yukari's chest, rocking back and forth.
"Well, what'd she want?"
"Take these cuffs off," Yukari asked.
Amanda giggled. "Not until you tell me..."
"Chiksho! Just take off these fuckin' cuffs!" Yukari shouted. "This isn't a game, Amanda! This is our lives."
Without another word, Amanda got the key from the chain around her neck and released Yukari's wrists from the wrought iron headboard.
***
Qwan's second call out was just moments after she finished with Yukari.
"Mmmmm... Hullo?" A man's voice mumbled.
"Jeb? Its me, Michelle. Hate to call you so early, but I'm up shit creek and I'm hoping you have a spare paddle."
"Okay... okay... I am awake!" His voice sounded like he was trying to convince himself of this. "What's up and how can I help?"
"First I need confirmation this is a clean line."
"Lemme check... Yeah, I got a green light. It's just the two of us. Where are you anyway, Montreal?"
"No, I'm in New York City," she replied. "I got here less than twelve hours ago trying to connect an east coast mafioso named Vincenzo Scagnetti to the two attempts on my life in Montreal."
"Did you say Scagnetti?" Jeb was awake now. That was the same mobster who would be coming for Iwana Binder out in California.
"Yeah, but its looking like the wife, La Donia Lucrezia is the real power behind the throne," Qwan said. "And she's working with a very rich and well-connected white slaver named Valerie Corder. An FBI agent and I even rescued one of Corder's long term abductees, an ex-CIA agent named Melissa Martin."
"Damn. Sounds like you had an interesting night."
"It got fubar from then on," Qwan said. "Corder's goons tracked us to a hospital and there was a big shootout. The FBI agent I was working with was killed... and I lost the Martin woman."
"What do you need from me?"
"Emma Blackbyrd, the director of the New York FBI office is on the pay to Corder," Qwan said. "And I can't trust the NYPD. I need one of your ex-agency contacts out here that you can trust to get me a safehouse, intel and whatever the hell else I need. You know anybody?"
"Yeah," Jeb Stuart said. "Me!"
"Thats a generous offer, but it's gonna take you at least nine hours to get out here."
"Try ninety minutes!" Jeb replied. "I'm in the wilds of New Jersey as we speak! I'm working the Jessica McClintock abduction and traced her out here!"
Michelle Qwan felt such a wave of relief sweep over her she almost cried. "That's great, Jebediah. Thank you."
"Letsee... its 5:27 right now, I can meet you anywhere in the city by 7 am."
"Great. Meet me at the Canadian Consulate, its on the 22nd floor of the Exxon Building across from Rockerfeller Center. I need to drop off some friends there for safekeeping."
"Roger wilco."
"And out!" Qwan settled back into her seat and took a deep breath. Things were finally beginning to go her way.
***
Special Agent Thad Kudlow sat in a chair in yet another waiting room of the Jamaica Medical Center Hospital. He was alone, waiting for Joe Killian's Mom and sister to come out from viewing the body of his dead partner.
Kudlow had always liked Killian. He had been honest and dedicated, but no boy scout either. They had been partners for three years and best friends almost as long.
"Mr. Kudlow?"
It was the same doctor who had given the bad news to the relatives. A young man in hospital scrubs with old grey eyes.
"Yeah?"
"We're ready for you to view the body now, for identification purposes."
Kudlow stood up. "Look, I'm... not really too good with these things. Joe's been ID'ed by his family and that's enough. I'm really kinda just waiting for them."
The doctor nodded. "You really need to see the body. I insist."
Kudlow looked at the doctor like he was from Mars. "Now what the hell does that mean?"
"It means what I said," The doctor replied. "You need to see the body."
"All right." Kudlow frowned and followed the doctor down another well-lit corridor, where he could hear Joe's Mom and sis crying and carrying on... and laughing.
Through another door and into an exam room and Kudlow suddenly understood why. Joe Killian was alive and well, hugging his sister and trying to explain things to his crying mother.
"Joe?!" Kudlow shouted.
"Hey, partner!" Killian grinned. "Sorry I put you through the ringer."
"Him?!" Mrs. Killian smacked her son on the shoulder. "What about me? What about all you put me and your own sister through! Oh you bad boy!"
"Sorry, Ma," Killiam said. "Look, you and Wendy better get outta here." He nodded at a couple of FBI suits standing in the corner. "Now I trust these guys. So do what they say, and just enjoy a nice hotel room for a few days. Order up room service and watch pay-per-view, and before you know it, all this will be over."
"Okay, Joe." he got another hug and kiss from his mom and his sister and then they were gone.
"So what the hell happened?" Kudlow asked.
"Simple, whatever the docs gave me in the ER reduced the swelling in my brainpan and I came out of it!" Killian said. "That's when I came up with the bright idea of faking my death on the operating table so that I can get somewhere on this case!"
"And where'd you get the juice to pull this off?" Kudlow asked.
"Simple, he called me."
Kudlow turned at the sound of a voice just entering the room. He hadn't even seen Assistant US Attorney Walter Chalmers entering the room. As usual he was calm, cool and wearing a freshly pressed three-piece suit.
"You know AUSA Chalmers, Thad," Killian said.
"I know you couldn't stand this flake when you worked Organized Crime Strike Force with him," Kudlow whispered to Killian. "What makes you think..."
"...he can trust me now?" Chalmers finished. "That's a question I have as well, Agent Killian."
Killian smiled and hopped off the exam table. He pulled on his badly wrinkled suit jacket over his shirt. "Thad's right, I never liked you, Chalmers. I think you're a political animal who catches bad guys for the fame and glory. You don't wanna do good... you wanna be mayor. Or governor."
"So why call me?" Chalmers asked.
"Because for all your faults, I have no doubt that you're an honest man," Killian said. "You aren't interested in payoffs or bribes. You want the power. And you know if just half of what I've told you over the phone can be proved... you'll be sitting in the catbird seat come election time."
"Well said," Chalmers allowed. "And perhaps I should say that you have always struck me as being such a 'hot dog' that I have always thought you should be slathered in mustard and sold at Yankee Stadium!" He smiled. "But that being said, I have never once doubted your honesty or fidelity as a Federal agent."
"Then perhaps we can do business," Killian said. "Once word gets out I'm smoked, certain crooked cops are gonna start thinking they can move with impunity... and I'll be there." He turned to Kudlow. "But first we gotta get Qwan on board, where is she?"
"She left!" Kudlow said. "She thinks you're dead! She had it out with Blackbyrd and told me she was gonna pick up her partner Awai and a Confidential Informant of yours and take'em somewhere safe!"
"Dammit, gimme your phone." Killian snatched Kudlow's cell and punched in Qwan's number.
"She's not answering," Killian said after 12 rings.
"She told me that she'd call me, not for me to call her," Kudlow said.
"Might be better if we keep her out of the loop," Chalmers said. "She gets the incidental players out of harms way and then goes home to Canada."
"That's not how I operate, Chalmers," Killian replied as he hung up and tried another number. "And I know Qwan well enough to know that she isn't going back to Canada anytime soon!"
"Who ya calling now?" Kudlow asked.
"My CI." Dammit, the Hacker Queen wasn't answering either. "My CI and Qwan's partner prolly got orders from Qwan not to respond to any phone call except from her. It's what I woulda done."
"You want me to go to their crib?" Kudlow asked.
"Hell no," Killian said. "Blackbyrd might have her own agents or even some of those ISIS assholes shadowing you or any other operative. For now we let things be and hope she does call you."
"Fine," Chalmers said. "I already have OCSF investigators interrogating the captured Imperial Security operatives, and Federal agents will be raiding their offices within the hour armed with federal warrants. I just wish we had more solid evidence against Director Blackbyrd and this Valerie Corder."
"Well, Qwan really rattled Blackbyrd's cage," Kudlow said. "And she gave me this to rattle Corder's." He took out the Sony voice recorder. "It's a statement from Melissa Martin."
"Let's hear it," Killian said.
It only lasted a few minutes, and when it was over, Chalmers was chomping at the bit.
"This is just what we need to get started on Valerie Corder!" he said. "This'll get us search warrants for all her properties and businesses! But after that, we are going to need Inspector Qwan and this Melissa Martin to show up before a Federal Grand Jury."
"I think Melissa Martin has her own agenda," Killian said. He looked to Kudlow. "Thad, check out your agency contacts about her working for the CIA five years ago, also see if you can find this woman who recruited her, Madelaine whats-her-name."
"Got it."
***
"I really hate this, Jeb," Drew Thrasher said. "You taking off like this..."
"I'm not exactly wild about this either," Jeb Stuart replied as he finished zipping up his duffle bag. "But you've met Michelle Qwan. We go back aways and I have to help her out of this jam."
Drew nodded. Qwan had been part of the big firefight at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel in SF not long ago.
It was almost dawn. In Fanni Hall's cabin in the woods, Fanni and her daughter Dani were getting a quick breakfast together. Lotsa coffee, toast and scrambled eggs.
"So what's the gameplan, Jebster?" Fanni asked.
"I'll go to New York and get things set up for Qwan," Jeb replied. "Then I'll drive back here, pick up Drew and take her to BBC America for Part I of 'Let's Screw with Weskler'. I should also have a place ready to hold Ms. Horlicks."
"Hey, Unca Jeb! She told us what she knew!" Dani said, handing Jeb a plate of food. "The deal was that we give her a new identity and cut her lose!"
"Easy there, poppet!" Fanni admonished. "She gets all that after the dust settles a bit on the op. Until then she stays roped up and out of the way."
Jeb nodded even as he made a quick sandwich of the toast and eggs and scarfed it down with generous gulps of Fanni's black coffee.
"Anys probs, call me on the secure line," Jeb said, smacking his lips.
"Com'm Jeb," Fanni said. "We're safer here than anywhere else in the world!"
"True 'nuff!" Jeb wore pressed khakis, a denim shirt and his Doc Martens. He checked his shoulder holstered HK pistol and slipped on his bomber jacket with Dave Stevens' Rocketeer logo on the back. "You girls try to stay outta trouble tho!"
He winked at Dani and Drew when he said that, causing Drew to blush and Dani to giggle.
He slung his duffle over his back and walked out to where he had left his van. The three women followed.
The birds were chirping and everything was still chilly and wet and very morning green, with a blood red sun just peeking over the forested hills to the east.
"Bollocks," Drew muttered.
"What?" Jeb asked.
She nodded to the east. "Red sun at night, sailor's delight..."
"Red sun in morning, sailors take warning," Fanni finished.
"Awwww... it's prolly just the pollution and haze burning off!" Dani said. "Really!"
"I'll be back by noon," Jeb said as he got into the white Ford Aerostar. "Seeya!"
"Wouldn't wanna be ya!" Dani yelled back laughing. The women headed back for the cabin while Jeb powered away through the mud and disappeared into the woods as he took the dirt road back to civilization.
From those same woods where they were hunkered down in their damp cammies, Una Puma looked at Ana Puma. "Well, what now, sis? Do we let the good guy live? Or do we go for the really big money behind curtain three?"
"Decisions, decisions!" Ana Puma unzipped the front of her cammies and pulled a small, remote detonation device from between her casaba-sized titties. "On the one hand, his departure only helps us in the acquistion of the target females..."
Una pouted.
"On the other hand, why waste a perfectly good, quarter-kilo of plastique..." Ana flicked a switch and a second later there was a tremendous explosion that shook the earth as Jeb Stuart's van was blown to smithereens.
***
Inside the cabin, Fanni Hall had gone into her bedroom to give the bound Callista Horlicks some breakfast, while Dani and Drew had decided to go back to bed and get a little more shuteye.
The explosion that rattled the very timbers of the cabin changed all that.
The Puma Sisters burst through the cabin's locked and bolted front door, their M-16s shouldered and at the ready. Ana moved to the left and Una to the right.
Ana burst through the door to the bedroom at the end of the hall, finding a chairbound and gagged Callista Horlicks humming into a rubber ball and trying to get loose with all her might. Ana swept the room and then stepped forward to chat her up.
Well, it wasn't the oldest trick in the book, but it was in the top three; Fanni Hall kicked back the door Ana had just kicked open and leveled a .10 gauge Ithaca 'Roadblocker' semi-auto shotgun, just as Ana turned and found herself staring down what looked like a deckgun on the USS Missouri.
The single shotgun blast was thunder and lightning personified, and blew Ana Puma out of her boots, off her feet and into a wall with goo, bone and bits of cammie cloth flying everywhere.
Fanni took off for the other side of the cabin, sweeping each room as she moved. When she reached the far bedroom she found another blonde bimbette in Rambo garb slapping Drew around while her daughter had already been rendered unconscious.
"Drop it, bitch!" Una slipped a wicked Gerber assault knife against Drew's throat as she held her against her own body. "Or I'll slice and dice her!"
"Don't, I give up!" Fanni said simply. She dropped the shotgun on the floor and pulled from behind her back the big, golden .50 caliber Desert Eagle she had taken from Tupac Canker yesterday. She shot the second blonde bimbette right between the eyes. Una was knocked head over heels and bounced off a wall before landing in a heap on the floor.
"Fanni!" Drew Thrasher breathed a sigh of relief. She was still wearing her leotard and the Kali charm around her neck. "What the bloody hell happened?"
"Nothing good." Fanni checked her daughter's condition, reclaimed her shotgun and tossed the Desert Eagle to Drew. "Stay here with Dani. I'll check on Jeb."
"Righto!"
Fanni Hall turned and found herself facing a very pissed-off Ana Puma, whose body and clothing was still smoking from the close-quarters shotgun blast she had just received.
"Bitch!" Ana backhanded her, sending Fanni flying across the room and into the wall. Drew raised the golden gun in her hands only to get slugged from behind by a revived Una Puma. She joined Fanni on the floor, unconscious.
The two Puma Sisters stared at the two women on the floor and then each other.
Ana coughed and finally hocked up a mouthful of double-ought buckshot which she spat out on to the floor. "Ack! I'm gonna be tasting that all damned day!"
"Whatre bout me?" Una warbled off-key with her eyes hopelessly crossed. "You thrink I needle arother hole en me haid?"
Ana studied the quarter-sized hole between her sister's eyes. "Personally I think it's an improvement."
"Fruck you!"
"Eat shit!"
"Darty crunt!"
Ana shrugged. "Com'n, lets get these bitches secured so we can go home and get paid!"
"Yeth." Una blinked, her eyes rolling about like a Kit-Kat Klock. "I rearly needle to fix mine face."
Ana shook her head. "Go bring up the Hummer and the bags and I'll start the ropin'!"
"Okla-homies!" Una started out and ran into a wall. She blinked and tried again, running into another wall.
" Oh fer chrissakes, I'll bring up the Hummer!" Ana said. Grumbling to herself, she left the room.
Ana went outside and looked around. The birds were just settling back into the trees and there was no forest fire, so everything looked peechy-funkin keen.
She walked through the woods and to the road, where she found the remains of Jeb Stuart's white van. She had snuck the plastique in adjacent to the gas tank and the effect had been spectacular. Major league kablooie.
The top of the van was about forty feet off into the woods. She didn't see any blood or body parts but then she also didn't see many pieces much bigger than a fist either, except for two burning tires.
The one thing that bothered her was that the van was stopped before a wooden gate post that still had to be unlatched. Did the guy get out of the van before it blew? Inquiring Pumas wanted to know.
Ah, to hell wit it. She hacked up some more buckshot and walked to their black Hummer H2 hidden off the road. Ana started it up and shifted gears, driving it through the gate and over the remains of the van and on to the front yard of Fanni Hall's cabin.
Una got out and pulled off the remains of her burnt and bloody cammies. Fuckin' Bitch! A shotgun at close range really smarts! That's okay though. The cunt would pay for it once they got her back to their lair.
She checked her naked self out. There was a fist-sized hole in the center of her chest, just below her titties. It seemed to be filling in nicely though.
Ana pulled out a black latex skinsuit and slinked into it, then zipped up a pair of matching knee boots. She then fluffed her hair and walked back to the cabin with two black leather duffles.
"No fair you getting a costume change!" Una whined.
"How's your head?" Una asked. "Did the slug go on through or did it bounce around for awhile in that big empty spot 'tween your ears?"
"Very fucking funny!" Una thunked the side of her skull."Gotta killer headache. So whats it look like outside?"
"All clear, we can take our time and package these cunts up right."
"Good," Una laughed and looked at Fanni Hall. "Lets start with the momma here, then we'll wake her up and let her watch us do something special to her own daughter!"
The Pumas stoode there and cackled like demented anime bitches.
***
"Open wide, Fanni, dear..."
Fanni Hall gurgled and gasped as something round and rubbery tasting filled her mouth. It had a very familiar taste to it, and even as Fanni came back to consciousness after her tap on the head, she was trying to place it in her mind.
It came from long ago and far away... a time of rope and leather and rubber that filled every waking moment of her life for years. She thought of Madam, Alissa Bertram and even the late A. Gorila.
Fanni Hall realized she was naked, her leather pants and top ripped off of her along with her panties. The leather and silk had been replaced by a combination of unforgiving cord and heavy leather straps.
She bit down and sank her teeth into rubber. She realized then she was ballgagged. For the first time in a very long time, she was in tight, stringent bondage.
She opened her eyes to find herself on the cabin floor. Hands behind her back, corded palm to palm, with her elbows also corded and touching. One of the blonde bimbettes was finishing up strapping her calves to her thighs so her legs were forced to remain open.
"Com'n, Ana!" the other blonde said. "Let's give the old girl a real thrill ride!"
Old girl? Fanni snorted to herself. She twisted her head about and realized these twisted sisters were into 'heavy gear', judging by the leather harness that was strapped, buckled and locked about her head and secured to a heavy leather posture collar.
She was still in the bedroom of the cabin, and saw both Drew Thrasher and her daughter were awake and staring at her.
They were naked too, and it looked like the same cord had been used to secure their wrists, elbows and ankles, while cleave gags held massive cloth filling inside their mouths. They were in a corner together, knees drawn up trying to keep their modesty and failing.
"Mwwwwwwwah!" Dani cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. Drew hummed and tried to comfort her.
Fanni found herself being rolled over so that her shoulders and spread knees were on the floor of cabin, leaving her ass up in the air.
"Wow, nice buns...for an older woman!" Both Ana and Una cupped and slapped Fanni's sitter while they cinched a leather belt around her waist and buckled it way too tight.
"Open wide!" Ana sniggered. Fanni grunted and bit hard into the rubber while a huge, lubed plug was shoved into her ass and an impossibly large rubber dildo was worked deep into her cunt.
The dildo started to vibrate as the Pumas worked a heavy leather crotch strap between Fanni's legs and secured it to a buckle at the small of her back, where it was padlocked. Of course.
By the time they had flipped her up so that she was on her knees, Fanni Hall was already skating around her first forced orgasm. Dani struggled from her corner of the room while her mother bit down even harder into the rubber and felt her guts turn inside out.
"See? Your mother still has what it takes, Dani!" Ana said to the weeping girl. "When you become a slavecunt, you'll know that feeling too!"
You bitches! Fanni thought. She looked the bimbettes over. Neither of them should've been alive. She had killed them both. But here they were, tying up and tormenting all three of them.
"Allow me to do the introductions," the bimbette in shiny black latex said. "I am Ana Puma, and this is my sister, Una!"
"Hey, bitch!" Una slapped Fanni across the face with a leather-gloved hand. She still wore her cammies.
"And Fanni," Ana said. "Remember your other friend?"
"Lemme go, god-fuckin-dammit!" Callista Horlicks had been brought into the same bedroom. She was still naked and still tied up. "I'm on your side you stupid bitches! I work for Weskler too!"
"We know that," Una Puma said. "We just wanted to make sure you didn't spill your guts while you were a guest of Ms. Hall."
Callista managed to look both scared and indignant. "Of course not! Th-they tortured and molested me... but I told these whores nothing! I swear!"
"Mmmmmm... howzabout dat, Fanni?" Ana Puma unbuckled one of the leather straps on her harness and popped the rubber ball out of Fanni's mouth. "Well?"
"She's... telling the truth," Fanni gasped, drool spilling over her out-thrust breasts. "We got nothing from her."
"And where was that guy going in the van?" Ana continued, rolling one of Fanni's nipples between thumb and forefinger.
"He... he was going into the city to score some sodium penathol..." Fanni's voice dissolved into a scream as Ana viciously pinched and twisted her nipple with all her might. Ana used her open mouth to re-insert the rubber ball and strap it in a knotch tighter.
"Cute story," Una allowed. "Too bad I don't believe a fuckin word of it!"
Callista's protests dissolved into muffled hmmphs as she got a red rubber ball and a leather strap as well.
"Okies...all you cunts are either going to Weskler, or to our lair as permanent fucktoys," Ana said. "So get used to it! And the more you struggle, the more we like it, so... please try to escape?"
"Yeah, Pleeeeaze?" Una whined.
***
"So we gots two duffles and four sluts," Una said. "How you wanna divvy 'em up?"
"Well, I though about a little mama-daughter reunion," Ana replied, pulling more leathergear out of a duffle. "But then I remember how Dani and Ms. Thrasher made such a cute couple when I looked in on 'em last night... and why break up a set?"
The Pumas worked on Drew Thrasher and Dani Hall first, pushing Fanni off into a corner with that thing still buzzing away inside of her.
They dumped the two women on to the bed, and quickly replaced the cord that bound them with leather straps. Drew grunted as her arms went behind her back and her wrists were crossed almost between her shoulder blades and secured with locking buckles.
Then her legs were bent back and secured with straps at ankles to thighs. Dani got the exact same treatment.
The cleave gags were removed and replaced by the strangest contraptions Drew had ever seen. A large ballgag with a long rubber dildo attached to the outside of the thing. What's with this?
Drew and Dani opened their mouths to receive the rubber balls, which were strapped and secured by the Pumas. Then Drew was shifted onto her back, and Dani was placed belly-down on top of her in the classic 69 position, and it was then that the reason for the attached dildos became apparent even to Drew.
Drew hummed in protest as Dani's strong thighs came down on either side of her head, and Ana guided the long rubber dildo that extended from Drew's gagged mouth into Dani Hall's dripping young cunt. When it was wedged in tight – with Drew's lips being tickled by Dani's bush – it was then Drew's turn to receive the dildo connected to Dani's face, which was shoved deep inside of her.
Drew closed her eyes and tried to keep silent and still as an orgasm overtook her. She was so ashamed! But the heat and weight of Dani's body on top of hers, the intrusion of the rubber dil into her cunt and her face being so close to Dani's cunt all conspired to push her over the edge of sanity and reason.
The Pumas secured Dani's knees around Drew's head with more straps, and vice versa. Then a few more straps around their shoulders and lower back till they were both a jammed together mass of palpitating girlflesh.
Drew then realized that the dildo and the ballgag must be hollow, because as Dani shifted and had her first orgasm, Drew got a sudden rush of girljuice filling her mouth.
"Okay, bag'em up!" Ana said.
The black leather duffle bag wasn't that big, it was just that the Pumas were determined to get two women into the damned thing, and after ten minutes of huffing, puffing, pushing and cinching... they succeeded.
Dani and Drew both hummed in discontent as the industrial strength zipper was finally pulled up the length of the bag and padlocked, followed by four sets of tightly buckled straps that were also padlocked.
Despite her best efforts to remain calm, Fanni Hall pulled and twisted at the cord and straps that bound her as she watched her daughter and her friend Drew being lifted up like a big black leather package and get taken away to the front door to await transit.
"Next?" Ana said.
Fanni and Callista were placed face to face, with straps under the arms and around the waists securing them so that their breasts and cunts were squashed together.
Another bit of togetherness was achieved when Una removed both of their ballgags and replaced them with a short, hollow – but very wide – rubber tube that was fitted into both of their stretched mouths and secured around both their heads with a strap.
The result was that Fanni and Callista were now face to face with open mouths pressing tightly into each other, so much so that their saliva and tongues were intermingling no matter how much they tried to keep to themselves.
Despite her best efforts, the hot, wet tongue of Callista Horlicks sent Fanni into orgasmville one more time, causing her to pass out from the intensity.
"You girls try to get along now!" Ana laughed as another leather duffle was zipped up around their contorted bodies and secured with straps and padlocks.
Now the two dufflebags were side by side at the front door to the cabin, gently shifting as the Pumas finished off the operation by setting plastique charges all around the cabin.
The Pumas jammed the duffles together into the rear deck of the Hummer. and took a final look around.
The sun was now up, the red tinge that had so concerned Drew now burned off. The pond adjacent to the cabin was still, even as a breeze blew through the woods.
"Ready, sis?" Ana asked.
"Am I ever!" Una grumped. "Give me the city anytime! All this peace and quiet would drive me fuckin' nuts!"
The Pumas got into their Hummer H2 and drove off. An instant later, Fanni Hall's cabin in the woods was blown to kindling by a massive explosion that rattled the windowglass of the New Jersey State Police barracks six miles away.