She said, "When do you want to get married?"
He answered, "Tomorrow."
"I agree. The only people I need are mom and dad and John and Chica. They're all here. Let's do it."
He didn't respond. Jada noticed a slight movement. His wonderful cock was sliding a little out and then back in. Jada added a small squeeze with her internal muscles and Isaac was hard again in just a few minutes.
***
Colt had a problem with overconfidence. His mental mechanism for self-control and consideration of consequences had never fully developed. He'd just burned down the Five Points clubhouse and he was high on whatever morphine based drug was being passed around.
He drove down Main Street slowly, looking for something cruel and enjoyable to do to somebody. He spotted a teenage girl eating alone in a cafe. He parked and went in. He performed his imitation of a decent human being and asked the girl, "Have you been sitting here for the last few minutes?"
She looked up. She saw his good looks and his smile and decided she wanted to talk to him, "Yes. I've been here for half an hour at least."
Colt held the small vial in his hand. He sat down and flipped the cap off, keeping it hidden in his hand. "I was in an accident on this street. I'm trying to find witnesses who saw..." He stopped talking. He pointed at the window behind the girl.
"That's one of the guys that hit me."
The girl turned in her seat to look. Colt dumped the powder in her drink and brought his hand back. He said, "No. I'm wrong. That wasn't him."
The girl turned back and stirred her drink with her straw. Colt followed the motion of the straw with his eyes. He smiled. She took a big drink from her glass. Colt's smile got bigger. He said, "What's your name?"
"Melissa Cunningham. I'm a senior in high school."
"I'm Colt Mendoza. It's nice to meet you."
"What happened?"
Colt described driving his bike down Main Street and being cut off by a car turning left. As he talked, Melissa yawned.
Colt asked, "Are you alright?"
The words were indistinct, "Little sleepy."
"You need to go home. I'll drive you."
He helped Melissa out of her seat and threw a ten dollar bill on the table. He put his arm around her waist and helped her out of the cafe and onto the front of his bike. He sat behind her and kept her against him with an arm around her chest. His hand closed over her breast. She was getting sleepier and sleepier. She said, "Don't do that." Colt chuckled.
He brought her in the clubhouse in his arms. She was semi-conscious. One of the gang members looked at Melissa. "The roofies worked, I see."
"Just fine."
The man continued, "My pills. I get to undress her."
Colt nodded, "Yeah. You've earned that. I get first fuck though. I did it."
Colt dropped her on the bed and the other gang member got busy cutting her clothes off with a knife. He moved his rough hands over Melissa's breast and pussy. He said, "She's fine." She tried to brush his hands away.
They tied her to the bed. She mumbled, "Hey, don't tie me up."
The man left and Colt dropped his pants. He explored Melissa's body slowly and relentlessly. The drugs kept her from realizing she'd been kidnapped and she was tied to a bed. She knew nice things were happening to her body. She concentrated on that.
Colt worked her breasts until her chest was deep red and her pussy until it was nice and wet. He stuffed a pillow under her hips and put his cock at the entrance to her pussy.
Melissa protested, "Don't do that. I'm virgin."
Colt pushed forward. She cried out. He didn't care. When he'd planted his cock as deep as it was going to go, he said, "You were a virgin."
Melissa mumbled, "Was a virgin. Not now."
Colt was the first. There was a long line outside the door.
***
The next morning, Isaac met with Mel Tennison of the arson squad.
"It's arson. No doubt about it," Mel said, "The usual, gas in a can with an igniter controlled with a cell phone. No prints. No other clues. A fire this fierce destroys virtually everything we could use."
Isaac said, "It would be a good idea to talk with Colt Mendoza. He's the leader of an outlaw gang, heavy on the outlaw. Virtually all of the members have criminal records. I have no concrete reason to believe he caused this particular fire, but he would have liked to."
Mel said, "Let's do it."
"You'll have better luck if I'm not around. He and I don't get along very well."
Let's do this," Mel said. I'll wear a button cam and you can watch, listen in, and make comments."
"I like that."
***
The button cam slipped inside Mel's shirt and gave Isaac a view of whatever Mel was facing. Isaac watched on his cell phone.
Mel took two other arson investigators along. He walked into the clubhouse and asked for Colt Mendoza. Isaac watched Colt leave one of the little rooms along the side. He was buttoning his shirt. Isaac got out of the car and headed for the clubhouse.
Mel said, "I'm Mel Tennison of the Arizona arson squad. There was a fire at the Five Pointed Star Motorcycle Clubhouse two nights ago. I wondered if you knew anything about it."
Colt shook his head, "Sorry, I don't know anything at all."
Isaac walked through the open door and directly to the little room that Colt had come out of. Colt shouted, "Hey. That's a private room. You can't go in there."
"Watch me," Isaac shot back.
Isaac stepped through the door and found a girl lying spread eagle on the bed. Her hands and feet were tied to the bed frame and she had a stupid grin on her face. Fresh needle marks dotted her forearms. A glance told Isaac he was too late to stop Colt from taking the young woman. Her breasts were a red as a fire hydrant and cum leaked out of her pussy. She looked at Isaac and said, "Mr. Stone. What are you doing here?"
"Hi Melissa. I'm here to take you home."
Isaac heard a sound he'd come to know very well in his years in law enforcement. Mel and the two deputies had drawn their weapons. Isaac turned around and filled his hand with Springfield 1911A1. The bikers were advancing slowly toward them.
The gang members were at a disadvantage, psychologically. There were twenty-five of them, but none of them were armed. All four of the lawmen had semi-automatic pistols in their hands.
Isaac used his command voice, "Everybody back off." He fired a shot at the feet of the closest biker who happened to be Colt. The sound in the closed space was intimidating.
Isaac pressed a number in his phone. Chica answered. Isaac said, "I'm at the Desert Venom Clubhouse with twenty or so unhappy bikers. We've caught Colt with a rape victim. How many guys are there at the moment?"
Chica said, "Eight is all."
Isaac said, "Fifteen. We shouldn't need more than that. Send them over. Make sure they're all armed."
"Right." Chica told them what to do. "Isaac, who is the girl?"
"Melissa Cunningham."
"Damn him to hell! We'll be right there."
Isaac broke the connection.
"We'll wait right here." Nothing happened for at least a minute. Isaac used his normal voice, "We want to talk with all of you. We've got your pictures, and I know most of your names. Don't leave. If we have to track you down, we won't be in a good mood. Remember, ratting on your buddies will get you a lighter sentence."
Colt tried once, "Are we gonna let these bastard lawmen take us down. There's twenty-five of us and four of them. On the count of three, we rush them."
Isaac didn't wait for Colt to start counting. He shot three times into the floor then said, "We've got guns and you don't. You're too close to miss. Anybody charges us or the door gets a bullet."
Isaac and the other lawmen knew Isaac was lying. They weren't allowed to shoot an unarmed man running away from them. To their credit, none of this showed on their faces.
However, Isaac could see the realization that an arrest meant years in jail appear on their faces.
It wouldn't be long before they made a break for it.
Chica and the eight members of the Five Pointed Star came through the door. It didn't matter that they weren't the fifteen Isaac said they were. They all had fully automatic weapons. They fanned out through the room.
Isaac said, "Down on your knees, gentlemen."
Nobody moved. Isaac added, "You should know that Chica babysat for Melissa, and I'm her Godfather. All we need is an excuse."
All of the outlaw bikers, except Colt knelt down. Without being told, they put their hands behind their heads. One of the deputies said, "I'll get the ties," and left the room. He meant the plastic ties that cops use when they don't have enough handcuffs.
Isaac said, in a peaceful voice, "Colt, have you thought this through? You've got no help. I'll happily shoot you if you attack us or make a run for it. You don't have a lot of options if you want to leave here uninjured."
Colt looked embarrassed and cornered.
Isaac added, "I'd just go along. Kneel down and let us take you in."
Colt knelt. He didn't like it at all. He wanted somewhere else to go, anywhere. He couldn't.
Chica went into the room where Melissa lay tied up. She bent over and kissed her on the forehead, "Don't worry, sweet lady. You're alright now."
Isaac went back in the room. He looked at Melissa with concern and asked, "How long have you been here, Lissa?"
She slurred her words, "Days. Nights. Hard to tell."
Chica untied the ropes. Isaac continued, "Why did you come here at all?"
Melissa tried to get to her feet. She'd been tied up so long her feet were numb. Isaac caught her as she fell forward and helped her sit on the bed.
She rubbed her right breast. "That hurts. They kept biting me there."
Isaac repeated the question, "Why did you come here, Lissa?"
"I didn't. Hard to remember. I was having a drink at that cafe on main street. Colt sat down with me. I blacked out. Next thing I know, I'm tied to the bed and guys are fucking me." She put a hand between her legs. "It hurt so much. They were so mean."
Chica pointed to a wet spot soaked into the filthy mattress at least a foot square where Melissa's had lain. It was soaked. She asked, "How many of them had you?"
Melissa was beginning to run down. She yawned, "I lost count at ten. They didn't stop."
Chica got a big towel from the bedroom and wrapped it around Melissa and Isaac carried her out of the room. Chica followed. She paused and delivered a blow to Colt's nose that rocked him back on his heels. He didn't protest. Neither did anyone else.
Isaac got them into the patrol car. One of the deputies drove them away. Melissa was resting in Chica's arms, ready to fall asleep. Chica stroked her forehead and talked softly to her.
Isaac went back to help process the outlaw bikers. They called for a van from the Sheriff's office. Isaac personally cut a circle around the semen-soaked mattress cover and put it in an evidence bag.
Down at the station, Isaac and Colt sat in a interrogation room. Isaac started out, "You're in deep shit, my man. You drugged her with a date-rape drug. Our lab found the roofie in her system, by the way. It would have been gone in another hour or so, but we were just in time. You're lucky she's not underage, she's 18. We've got kidnapping, rape..." He paused.
"Do you know what it means for your future that she was a virgin. I talked to her parents. She had a doctor's exam last week. When a jury hears that you raped a virgin, they'll send you away forever. That is, if you weren't already going away for the rest of your life for the kidnapping. No parole. Life until you die in prison. I want you to notice something."
Colt was looking at years without contact with women. His good looks would get him a lot of contact with men, however, and he knew it. He recognized that Isaac had asked him a question. "What am I supposed to notice?"
"I haven't given you the Miranda warning. Do you know why?"
Colt sighed, "Because you have enough to send me away without my testimony."
"Good thinking. You got anything to trade? We might be able to put in an end date. You could be eligible for parole someday. Got anything, at all?"
"Yeah. I got a slavery ring. I know everything about it. That should be worth something."
Isaac looked disappointed, "Damn. Sorry, man. We broke up that ring last week when we rescued Daphne and her sister. Think again."
"You didn't break up the entire ring. It runs in two states and specializes in blondes. I can give you everything."
"Alright. Just a minute." From memory, Isaac recited the Miranda warning and asked if Colt understood his rights. Colt said he did. Isaac said, "Okay. Now, tell me what you have. If it's good enough, I'll talk with the D.A. and we'll cut you a deal."
Colt explained it carefully, "It's run out of Tempe, headquarters in the Happy V bar. Guy's name is Hernando Guzman, skinny guy. Have to run around in the rain to get wet. He's got two lieutenants, man named Anthony Rancuso and another named Hector Gomez. Here's part of the big information I've got to trade. Rancuso don't work for Guzman. He's from back East. He's connected to the Colombo family in New York. The FBI should love that. Anyway, they've got brothels in five cities across the border; Nogales, Tijuana, Ciudad Juarez, Piedras Negras and Nuevo Laredo. That's not where the main money is. There's just hookers and johns and most of the johns are poor Mexicans. The real money comes from a business relationship with Sheik Ghalib al Habbibi..."
Isaac interrupted, "This is a lot for a biker from New Mexico to know. If you're just yanking our chain, there's not going to be any deal."
"I met him. The guy likes to brag. I was at the Piedras Negras brothel, and a guy in Arab clothes comes in. The guy who runs the brothel introduces me. I sit down with him and two hookers and he tells me everything. He's got diplomatic immunity. He don't give a fuck."
"Alright. That works. Go ahead."
"Habbibi takes blonde girls. He likes virgins. Try to find a blonde virgin anywhere outside a convent. It's hard. Still, he likes virgins and he's got shitloads of money. A 19-year-old blonde virgin is worth fifty large. He doesn't mind that they don't exactly volunteer for the job, if you get my drift. He ships them as patients on stretchers on regular airlines. Girl's so doped up she never surfaces. When they wake up, they're naked as the centerpiece in a party the Sheik's throwing. I got more."
"Yes. This is good. What is it?"
"I can tell you when he's going to pick up the next girl and where. I don't talk without a signed agreement between my lawyer and the D.A. And another thing. I don't do hard time. If I got to be there for decades, I want to be around people who won't shove their cocks up my ass."
"No problem." Isaac got the D.A. on the phone. An hour later, Colt signed an agreement to tell about the date and location of the next abduction.
"Okay. Here it is. This information was good yesterday. Make a note of that. It's not my fault if it's been changed."
"Understood."
"The Sheik is coming for this one personally. My guy says there's a blonde actress from Hollywood in a drugged out snooze in the brothel in Saltillo. The Sheik's going to get her tomorrow at six in the afternoon directly from the brothel. That should be good enough."
"It is. I never thought I'd say this to you. Even though you're bargaining with it, I appreciate the information. Thanks."
Chapter Seven: Blackmailed
Sheik Abu Shamir studied the cringing, crying, naked woman in front of him. A strong and merciless man held her upright.
Hours earlier, the woman, whose name was Becky Grayson, left the apartment she shared with three roommates. She'd lost the game of gin rummy and had to make the run for burgers and fries.
She talked into her cell phone, "Mom, It's really neat. I'm done with my classes for the semester. Next week, I start student teaching in a fourth-grade class." She paused and listened to her mother, "Love you. Bye.
A rental car fell in behind her as she got on the main street. She took a side street to get to the rear entra
nce of the burger palace. The rental car smashed into her left rear fender on the deserted street.
When she got out to look at the damage, three men from the other car rushed her. Two of them grabbed her arms. The third plunged a hypodermic needle full of a powerful sedative into her butt. She yelled, "Owww! Hey, what are you..." She fell limp in their arms. They carried her to the back seat of their car. One sat in the back with the unconscious girl laying on his lap. The other two sat in the front and argued about who got the next girl.
The man in the back seat opened the buttons on Becky's jeans and pushed his hand inside her panties. He poked his middle finger cautiously inside her vagina. He felt her maidenhead. Becky twitched and moaned. Becky was blonde and a virgin. They drove toward Saltillo, Mexico.
Through the haze of the sedative, she felt the man's hands rub her silky, smooth skin until it was red and sensitive. He spent time on her creamy breasts until they grew in size and thrust up from her chest. Becky was blessed or cursed with sensitive nipples. The man pinched her hard little tips until they peaked into little cones. Becky moaned and writhed on the man's lap.
He spent time on the damp softness between her legs. She unconsciously and gracefully moved her hips as he did it. She gasped and shivered, and her breath came in short spurts and harsh gasps. The smell of aroused woman filled the car. She convulsed into three unwanted climaxes during the ride. She was fully aware of only the last one. She woke up just as her abused, fiery furnace clenched into orgasm.
They arrived in Saltillo at one in the morning and handed the girl to one of the Sheik's men. They grabbed a hooker from the line of women available for fucking and headed for a bedroom to work off the frustration caused by the Sheik's need for a virgin.
The Sheik rolled Becky's nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The stimulation Becky endured during her car ride changed her body. It hungered for more sensations. The first few twists of the Sheik's fingers made Becky unwillingly arch her back. The Sheik moved his fingers from the poor girl's breasts to the steaming, wet sheath between her legs. She gasped when his finger entered her.
The Sheik frightened little children. His hard, pitiless face had been scarred badly by two knife cuts across his cheeks. His cold, almost-black eyes never saw the value of the girl. She was money and nothing else.
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