“Cool hand them over, I want to do it” she held her hand out making grabbing motions.
“Are you sure baby, it can get a bit messy” I said, a little worried about how blood thirsty she’d become. I still thought the names were kinda funny.
I handed her the cutters then grabbed a bag of twelve inch cable ties and we went over to pick the lock.
Inside the two chemists were on a break smoking some Gunga on the old couch with their eyes closed obviously seriously fucked up. No wonder they screwed up the recipe.
I kicked them awake while I pointed my gun between their eyes. Beach boy let out a squeak and pissed his pants, I waved them over to a pair of office chairs and soon had them secured with the ties while Roxy kept them covered, I didn’t take off their shoes I felt these two dickheads would fold pretty quick. Roxy whipped out the shears and cut one of the guys thumbs off “Erm, sweety a couple of points I feel compelled to mention”
She turned to me all sweetness and light “What that’s dearest” she batted her lashes at me.
“Firstly you only need to cut off a quarter inch at a time, that way you can drag it out a bit longer before you cut off the cock and balls”
“Ahh, good advice, and secondly?” she was still fluttering her lashes at me. She could be such a ham.
“You’re supposed to ask a question before you start pruning”
She did a face palm “Boy do I feel silly” she jammed his thumb up his nose gave him a really hard slap “where’s the fucking money?” she screamed at him.
He sobbed and said “Under . . . under the couch” he was crying in earnest now. Roxy skipped over to the couch and kicked it onto its back. She picked up a large duffel bag and pulled it open then showed it to me.
“How much do you think?” she asked looking much happier than earlier.
“I’d say about half a million” I replied, also quite happy with the turn of events.
“So fuck stick, which one of these is the finished product?” I raised an eyebrow at the one that still had all his pinkies.
“The glass jar on the right” he said still a bit defiant and angry about losing his cash.
I couldn’t see any needles, it seems these idiots were at least smart enough not to use their own product. So I grabbed a funnel and started pouring the crap down his throat.
I knew it wouldn’t be long when the panic hit his eyes this was followed by convulsions then frothing at the mouth followed by the glassy stare of death.
“So what now oh great and wise one?” Roxy was still hamming it up.
I pointed at the drums in the corner “That ether will make a nice fire” I picked up a jug of ether and poured a trail towards the door. Roxy was still standing in the middle of the warehouse “You going to stay here with the fire or join me outside?”
She rushed over looking a bit embarrassed. I fired a couple of rounds into the drums of ether, this not being the movies the drums just started to leak all over the concrete rather than going up in a fiery explosion. I tossed a book of matches into the trail and ran for the car.
The warehouse went up as we drove away like someone had lit off a fuel air bomb, which I basically had. Roxy was watching avidly out the back window, she turned to me as t we turned a corner and the warehouse disappeared from sight “Sex now daddy?”
“Let’s wait till we get home this time honey tits” I said already thinking up new positions to try.
“Ooh good idea, I’ll get the honey when we get home” she said bouncing around in her seat.
After I’d licked a pint of honey of Roxy’s tits and pussy and she had returned the favour with enthusiasm we poured the money on the bed and Roxy started rolling around on it purring loudly and stretching like a happy cat. I dived on top for round two or three depending on how your counting and we finally settled own enough to count our money.
We had a little over four hundred grand each, a very good days work.
“We’ll stop at the bank tomorrow to put it away then I’ll take you both to Barclays for lunch” I said.
“Sounds great, lets fuck again” she purred, she was really excited today.
Jules came up from her swim and joined us for a cuddle.
We got up later had a quick dinner while watching a huge warehouse fire downtown on the news then back to bed.
Chapter Thirty One
Thursday
I checked my e-mail as I ate my breakfast, the fence had left a message to drop by for cash and carry. Shit hot jewellery always made Roxy very appreciative so we could stop there before the bank and we could all make our deposits.
We trooped inside the fences pawn broker shop, yeah I know it’s a bit of a cliché but it works, he led us into the back room and we sat down while he placed two suitcases on the table and three jewellery cases.
I opened the first case then handed it to Jules “I believe this is yours baby” I handed the other two to Roxy unopened “and that makes these two yours”
The girls opened their cases Jules started fanning herself while Roxy jumped in my lap and started licking me all over “Please baby let’s wait till we get home” I said a bit breathlessly.
“If we must” she climbed off me “but you better brace yourself when we get there” she smiled with that wicked dirty look she got when she was really horny.
“So how much cash old friend?” I asked the fence.
“You get six million for your half of the jewels and the diamonds your lady friend gets two million for the other half of the jewels”
Jules squealed happily Roxy started to sulk a bit.
I put an arm around her and gave her a squeeze “Don’t worry honey you’ll make it up soon” she brightened a bit but still looked at my bag a little enviously.
We shook hands all round then out to the car for our trip to the bank. We were quickly surrounded by flunkies who took charge of our bags of cash and disappeared in the back to count it then stick it in the main vault. Roxy looked a bit worried but I assured her they were very trustworthy and she relaxed again. My regular flunky spoke up as we sipped our coffee, I was celebrating so had them Irish mine up a bit. “You Mr Sampson seem to be having an extraordinarily good year sir”
I looked at my two girls and smiled “Indeed I have” I laughed very happy with my year so far.
“Please let me know if there are any purchases you wish assistance with sir” he said.
“I think I’ll save it for my tropical paradise in a couple of years” I replied.
“Very wise sir” later we headed off to Barclays where I requested and received a private dining room, Roxy had been molesting me mercilessly since she got her jewels and I needed some relief before I made a mess of my pants.
I told the waiter to give us an hour before he came for our orders he tipped me a wink and fucked off, Jules locked the door and we got down to business at last. When the waiter came back he was carrying a clean table cloth, must be an old hand here and he reset the table and we ordered our lunch.
At home I led both girls to the wall, I’d had a quick look at this one earlier and would need both girls to torture this bastard to death. There are bastards in this world then there are proper bastards this was one of the latter.
This guy was a CEO of a huge corporation, now I’d read once some time ago that the best most successful CEO’s were sociopaths or psychopaths or some shit, I’ve never been really clear on the difference between the two.
This fucker had taken it to an extreme, three of the companies executives were missing teenage daughters and another had misplaced his young trophy wife, the finger of suspicion had eventually fallen on this grinning bastard.
The executives had tasked Joshua with proving his guilt one way or the other and ending him in a most painful manner if found guilty. The CEO had gone to Japan to do some CEO type shit and no doubt screw some poor
bastards out of their pension funds so Joshua had borrowed a corpse dog from the cops and visited his cabin in the mountains.
He’d told me on the phone that this fuckers backyard was a huge graveyard of shallow graves, he’d exhumed one of the freshest ones and found a naked teenage girl covered in bruises and shallow cuts with obvious signs of violent sexual assault.
When he compared her face to his files he found she was the last daughter to disappear.
So that sealed his fate, I’d bought a giant dildo shaped like a man’s fist two very nasty looking whips and a big bag of salt, I would take some long nails and a hammer for the crucifixion from the garage then I remembered I’d need a sledge hammer to drive the dildo home. Everything was loaded in the back of my truck ready for when he returned from Japan and went to his cabin for some R and R. This was going to traumatise him all the way to hell.
I explained all this to the girls as they went through the file and they were incensed to say the least and really looking forward to our road trip.
He was due home in the morning so we got an early night after dinner to rest up for the big day.
Chapter Thirty Two
Friday
We had a light breakfast of tea and toast in the morning then piled into my truck for the trip to the cabin, the girls were excited and I was simply determined to finish this as soon as possible.
We parked down the trail from the cabin and gathered our equipment then snuck up to the cabin as quietly as we could. Roxy kicked the door in and I stepped through and shot the half-naked bastard in the eye with a tranq dart. Yeah that’ll sting, he was stripped to the waist and we had caught him in the middle of whipping a young woman he had tied spread eagled to his kitchen table.
She hadn’t been there long she only had a couple of light marks on her back which would heal soon. The girls untied the girl who was sobbing quietly and wrapped a blanket around her before I could check out her tits. Bitches.
They questioned her gently to find out where she lived her name etc. then I slipped a tranq/forget me dart into her thigh and she fell asleep almost instantly. It would be best for her if this was all forgotten when she woke up, I planned on having her home and tucked into bed before she woke up.
“Jules, would you mind bringing the truck up while we get his highness ready for the party”
“Sure baby” she skipped out the door but turned and said “don’t start without me” then left to get the truck.
Roxy and I lifted him onto the table and tied his hands to the table legs then pulled his pants off and tied his legs as well. Roxy started slapping him around the face and screaming at him to wake up “Roxy, cut it out, we need to wait for the sedative to wear off” she sidled up to me.
“I’m bored can we screw now?” I took her into the bedroom and we fooled around till Jules joined us, an hour or so later we heard some moans coming from the kitchen so got dressed and went out to get down to business.
I carried the girl out to the truck and left her sleeping in the passenger seat, we went back inside and I picked up the dildo and started poking him in the face “Oy shithead, do you understand what’s happening here?”
“I can pay, whatever you want” he sobbed.
“Hmm, let me think about it, I’ll need your bank account details and password, to confirm you can pay my exorbitant fees” I said with a truly evil grin.
He rattled off some numbers and the name of his bank, no surprise it was off shore and untouchable by the US government. I pulled out my phone and called Joshua, I gave him the details and asked him to check it out. “Fuck me dude that’s a shit ton of money, what do you want me to do with it?” he asked.
“Split it four ways and stick it in our accounts, talk to ya later” I hung up and put my phone away.
“I didn’t say you could have all of it” he screamed.
I ignored him and went around back, he’d pissed himself by now so I looked at Roxy “Sorry to ask but would you mind pulling his cheeks apart?”
“Eew” but she did what I asked and we could see his puckering arsehole.
I handed the dildo to Jules “Hold this in position please” I picked up the sledge hammer and readied myself for the first swing. We were going in dry, no lube so it would take some effort.
“What are you doing, please stop” he begged.
I took my first swing and it went in to the wrist, a trickle of blood ran down his leg. I went round to talk to him “How’s that feel, comfy?” I asked smiling at his distress.
“Please take it out” he begged again.
“Is that what those children buried out back asked?” I asked and went around to drive it in to the elbow.
He was really crying now and the girls started in with the whips and salt.
He passed out a couple of times so I pissed in his face till he woke up again. When his back and arse had nowhere left to beat we left him sobbing on the table and went over to raid the fridge.
After lunch we found he had passed out again so the girls helped me untie him then we carried him to the wall and stood him on a stool. I lifted a hand over his head and drove a nail through his wrist then bent the nail over so he wouldn’t be able to pull free. I did the same to his other wrist then his ankles and we kicked the stool away.
He woke up screaming again, so I took some video with my phone to fulfil the client request and a close up of the massive dildo sticking out of his bleeding arse.
We went back to the bedroom to satisfy Roxy’s unnatural lust once more then had a look at the fuckwit pinned to the wall. He was doing what people had been doing for centuries, that was relieving the pressure on his lungs by pushing up on his ankles so he wouldn’t suffocate till the pain in his ankles was bad enough that he collapsed again. I grabbed my sledge hammer and smashed his knees I wanted to get going before his victim woke up and he needed to suffocate soon.
He died quickly and we cleaned up all our gear the girls gave the cabin a thorough wipe down while I took the bedding for later disposal, we’d left a fair bit of DNA on the sheets so that was a must.
We tossed everything in the back and boogied to the girls house to leave her none the wiser concerning her recent ordeal. As soon as we got home I made a call to an associate that taught languages at the local college, his Japanese was flawless, and I wanted to pin this on the Yakuza. Not because of any animosity towards them but because the victim had been in Japan recently and it would be easy for the cops to believe he had misbehaved while he was there as well.
I told him to call the tip line and speak only in Japanese, I gave him the location of the cabin and asked him to stress about the graves in the back. People needed closure apparently and I was happy to see them get it.
I sent an e-mail to the bank instructing them to courier twenty grand in cash to the professor then I sent the video to Joshua to distribute among the clients. I sat back with a sigh and took a sip of my champagne, an e-mail came in from Joshua he said “I have enough money to retire five times over now, thanks for that bonus. I know the girls are going to need me for some time so I’ll hang on for a couple of years. Any room for an old friend on that tropical island of yours?’
I sent back ‘The mansion will be huge, I doubt we’ll bump into each other more than once a month, keep your hands off the maids, there mine, welcome aboard’
The news that night was sensational to say the least, some enterprising copper had sold pictures of the crucified bastard to the press and they were currently showing scenes of a dozen exhumed graves going back about a decade in his yard.
I was tired and a little nauseous so I went to bed for another early night.
Epilogue
Two Years Later
I was getting close to my retirement, the bank was negotiating the sale of a beautiful tropical island with a small tribe of natives I would be using for labour. I’d visited the island rece
ntly and spent the day drinking, smoking and negotiating with the tribal elders, we’d agreed I would supply modern fishing boats, electricity from a solar farm and refrigeration for each home of the tribe. Also we would build better housing for everyone that would resist the frequent storms much better than the huts they were currently using.
In return they would supply a bevy of pretty girls to clean my house and suck my wrinkled dick occasionally, the elders had insisted I sample the girls before I left and I staggered out of the village with a huge smile and an unsteady step.
I had a spasm of inspiration and called Cynthia to see if she wanted to join me in paradise. After I explained about the maids she was all in, she was living with us now getting used to having company every night. It was a little crowded in bed but I didn’t hear any complaints.
I made sure to order a super king sized bed for the mansion and a load of slutty French maid outfits for the staff.
Cynthia agreed I could call her Ginger if she could call me The Professor, It was going to be a lot of fun.
The girls at home had been flying solo for about six months, sometimes teaming up but mostly sharing the work load equally, occasionally I joined them on an occasional job for old times sake but mostly I spent my time drinking, smoking and designing my new mansion.
The girls were planning on staying in the silo, I mean who wouldn’t it had everything a person could wish for.
Sadly Sam had passed on a couple of months ago, I had managed to put him out to stud before he died and had kept two puppies for myself, they were as cute as only Labrador pups could be but I really wish they’d stop eating my shoes.
Life was pretty much perfect.
The End
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