Tombstone

by Candace Smith

  “Um…” Stanley licked his lips. “Um, yes, but I’m working on extra credit.”

  “Extra credit for what?” Annika asked, accepting the un-offered invitation and plopping down next to him on the blanket.

  “Um, business economics.”

  “Big demand for that?” Annika laughed. She was not even sure what the hell it was. “I’m Annika.”

  Stanley stared at the gorgeous girl, and then looked around for his friends to rescue him. They were in the water, splashing each other. “Um… I’m Stanley.” Where’s Michael? “My dad, um... I’ll be going to work for the company… so my dad, he sorta’ decides what courses I’ll need.” You idiot. Now, she knows that daddy picks your courses. Stanley’s face was deep red and he waited for the beautiful girl to laugh at him. In his nineteen years, Stanley had had one successful date that ended in fucking. He had forced his mind to forget that his father had paid for the woman.

  “What company?” Annika pried. Criminy, the guy’s father picks his school schedule?

  “Washington-Bentley,” Stanley replied.

  “Are you a Washington or Bentley?”

  Stanley smiled nervously. “A Bentley.”

  Stanley Bentley? Give me a break. Someone had a cruel sense of humor. “So, I guess it does pretty well, if they need a…” Annika lifted the book, shook out sand, and read, “business economics specialist.”

  Stanley smiled proudly. “Yes, we do pretty well. They’re getting ready to open a fifth division overseas. We design computer chips and software, and we can make the chips cheaper in Asia. Eventually, I think I’ll be going there, and maybe head it up some day.”

  Annika managed to ooh and aah and stroke his ego, and before he realized it, she had him obligated to dinner. Within two nights of her doing all-the-work-sex, while ensuring him he was a stud, ‘business economics’ lay unopened in his suitcase and Stanley was having the time of his life.

  As added insurance, Annika introduced the kid to ecstasy after convincing him how it added to the whole sexual performance. Actually, she needed some to keep from screaming, and to get Stanley to release his trained grip on his wallet. The kid was loaded, and he carried a no limit unguarded credit card. When he was soaring on drugs, he had bragged about it and told her it was because he had never caused his father a problem. Annika believed it. Stanley Bentley was as boring as his name, until she began getting him high. Then, the skinny man with the already receding hairline, pegs for legs, and shot glasses for eyewear, was absolutely hysterical.

  Unfortunately, after Annika passed out and Stanley was still buzzing, he decided that if a little ecstasy made him feel good, a lot would make him feel great. It did not work out that way, and Annika realized her foot was rubbing along a very cool, stiff, thin leg. When she sat up and stared into his fixed surprised eyes, at first she was pissed off. “Stanley, you shit-head.”

  She jumped out of bed and methodically stripped her presence out of the room, after lifting three hundred dollars and a credit card from his wallet. Annika also pulled the thick gold ring off his finger… and that had been her mistake.

  She wore it on a chain around her neck, hidden under her blouse until she could decide the best way to pawn it. Just the feel of the heavy nugget between her boobs was delicious… and the special tracking chip embedded inside mapped out the location of her swaying orbs.

  Duke figured the two girls’ game quickly and reported back to his boss. Jonathan Bentley called his good friend Don Strickland, who in turn gave him Tombstone’s number. “Place an ad,” Tombstone suggested.

  “An ad?”

  “Where they’ll see it. List a dollar amount for the reward. The greedy bitches will call with some story about finding it. Invite her and her friend on an all expenses paid trip to return it.” Tombstone detailed the rest of the plan.

  Duke opened the paper to the half page reward, turning it out so the enlarged picture of the ring faced the girls. They were sitting at the table next to his, and he thought he would have to hit Annika over the head with the damn newspaper to get her to shut up and notice it. Finally.

  “Excuse me? Can I see your paper when you’re finished with it?” Annika gave her coyest smile, but the man could see the hungry greed in her eyes.

  “Sure, I’m done with it.” He rolled it up and handed it to her, and pretended to watch people walking by while he sipped his coffee.

  “We can say we found it on the beach or something,” the brunette suggested.

  “I don’t know. It was pretty hard to get off him, so I don’t know if he could have just lost it. Suppose this is some kind of trap?” Annika slid the ring along the chain in an absentminded stroke. Damn, she really wanted the reward money. There was no way she could get that much pawning it.

  “It’s been three weeks, and no one has been searching the clubs or anything,” Sandy pointed out. “And the newspaper just had some stupid story about him having a stroke while he was on vacation.”

  “We know that was a cover-up, Sandy.” Annika’s brows furrowed. The reward was luring her. “Maybe the ring wasn’t that tight. He did look like he’d swelled up a little.” Man, a vacation and fifty thousand dollar reward are hard to pass up.

  Ultimately, greed won out, and Sandy stood next to Annika while she placed the call. Annika felt like she had completely sideswiped the grieving man when she insisted her friend had to come with her. They ‘high-fived’ each other when she hung up.

  The girls boarded a flight for New England, and Duke paid a moving company to clear out their apartment and get rid of their stuff. One of the neighbors asked what was happening, and he shrugged his shoulders and said the girls had moved out. “Thank god,” the woman muttered. She was sick of the late night parties from the little tramps.

  The girls took just a hit of pick-me-up for added confidence for the meeting. It was enough that it had not occurred to Annika how bad it looked to have the ring on a chain. “I wanted to make sure it didn’t get lost,” she answered weakly.

  When Stanley’s father told them they were going to the cemetery, the girls protested. “We didn’t really know him, Mr. Bentley.” They still did not have the reward money, so they tried not to upset him. His eyes were grief stricken, and he said something about how his son would have liked to know that two pretty girls said goodbye. It seriously creeped Annika out, but they agreed.

  With two girls, Tombstone decided to recruit Jude’s help. He stood in front of the headstone that had both the names etched on it. ‘Annika and Sandy Smith’, with a birth date as fictitious as the last name. Annika began crying and sank to the ground, while Sandy wailed and sold her friend out. “It wasn’t me. I didn’t do anything.”

  In the end, both girls woke in matching coffins, while Tombstone and Jude shared a drink. “They were high, you know,” Jude mentioned.

  “Yeah, I know,” Tombstone muttered. “You think it’s something they need?”

  “More recreational, would be my guess. They don’t look strung out enough to be full-time users,” Jude answered. After years in the club, he recognized junkies.

  “I’ve got a January deadline on them. You feel like taking off from the club and helping me?”

  Besides owing Tombstone for giving him a great job after Stevie kicked him to the ally, Jude’s lust-filled eyes told the story. The huge black man flashed his teeth. “Sabrina and Teresa can take care of the club, and I can always get back to help with special orders.”

  “Right. Okay, this is how we’ll handle it.” Tombstone showed Jude the picture of the order. It was a one of a kind drawing he had designed.

  Jonathan studied the photos of the girls that Duke had sent him, showing the petite pixies back in action, hitting on men at the beach bar. After discussing possible options with Tombstone, he was very pleased with the ultimate design. The two girls would cost him, but he no longer had Stanley’s maintenance to cover… and he still had four other sons and a daughter to consider.

  Weak little Stanley ha
d been constantly sick, and his siblings coddled him as a favorite of their family. He had never been destined for more than a gratuitous place in the company, because even with tutors he barely passed his classes, though he studied diligently. Poor little Stanley had neither the stamina nor the understanding of the darker games his family enjoyed.

  Jude was intrigued, carefully following Tombstones orders and watching the process. The first time Tombstone ordered the ‘twins’ returned to the caskets for disobeying, Jude tucked one under each arm, carrying the two screaming girls back to their dark isolation and laughing a deep rolling sound when the lids were closed.

  He sat with Tombstone, tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair, anxiously awaiting the next order. After thirty minutes, Tombstone stretched. “That should do it.”

  “Do you think it’s been long enough?” Jude asked, though he really wanted to get on with it.

  “Every minute is like ten in the box. Trust me, we won’t be getting much more aggravation from them.”

  Annika looked up into the gravedigger’s eyes and whined behind her gag. “Spread your legs,” he ordered. In the background, Tombstone heard Jude mimicking his remarks.

  I want to go home. I’ll never do it again, I’m sorry. Annika could not believe the brute could not see how afraid she was. His hand reached for the lid and she shrieked and spread her thighs. One of his hands caressed her cheek, the other rolled over a silicone mound to her pussy. Both girls had lasered their hair removal after discovering their petite size led to a ‘little girl’ fantasy for some of the older guys they conned.

  He continued stroking her cheek and her baby blues continued to beg, widening when her pussy lips were spread, widening further when he began stroking her. Tombstone noted that she did not gush the copious amounts of the woman before, ‘Claudette?’, but she did moisten as quickly. Her cherubic face looked up at him, agonizing his balls with a cramping tightness until her surprised expression resulted in a shriek that turned to a wail while she jerked her slim hips into his hand. Tombstone smashed his hand down on her swollen sensitive sex. “I did not tell you that you could climax.”

  “Aaaah. Ohhh,” Annika screamed. The pain radiating across her sex was excruciating. No one had ever hurt her little pussy before, and it was something she had never anticipated experiencing. Pins and needles pierced through her little bead that was still helplessly convulsing in climax. Again the man’s hand came down, in rapid staccato slaps until her hips remained still and she sobbed.

  A few moments later, Sandy’s exuberant cry of release sprang out, minus the scream. Her slanted dark eyes looked up at the black man, nervously surprised and still blinking quickly as she recovered. Where Annika was destined to be tortured for every forced release, Sandy was kept coaxed in arousal, pleasured to tormenting degrees. Instead of slapping her pussy, he continued to stroke her slit and plunge a thick finger in and out of her dripping hole.

  Jude helped Tombstone make their costumes. When the eye patches were finally removed, the girls had been locked into position. This compound was slightly different and did not allow the mannequins to be repositioned. It had slight give at the tops of their thighs and shoulders, allowing them to crawl.

  Sandy was coated in solid white and Annika in glossy black. Per Jonathan’s request, Tombstone left their bottoms exposed. The girls rested on all fours with their knees spread and their backs arched. It caused their bottoms to tilt slightly up when they crawled, and their breasts jutted up when they were lifted to a balanced squatting position. Their long ponytails cascaded from the top, and they wore permanent collars with rings embedded in the front and the back.

  Jude lifted Annika onto the table so that she was lying with her firm breasts pointed at the ceiling. She stared in terror through the eye slits of the mask and tried with all her might to force her thighs together. Tombstone stood between her legs and she screamed when she saw the rings. Jude leaned over, a huge black giant with a lecherous gleam in his eyes that was frightening. His flat pink tongue began lapping her nipple.

  Annika had already discovered that while she was ensconced in the rubber costume any exposed flesh was extremely sensitive. Within moments he had her moaning, and she tried to encourage him to keep nipping her pink nipple. She was thrilled to feel the other man’s cock plunge deep into her gripping pussy. Although a part of her mind nervously contemplated what painful punishment the man would impose, she tried to rock into his motion and believe that this time, maybe, he would let her experience her orgasm unscathed.

  The black man moved to the other side and began coaxing her other bud to a taut little tip. Just as Annika felt the welling rush of her climax, Tombstone pierced the prepared nipple. While Tombstone deserted her channel, Annika began sobbing in need at the unfairness of it. He moved to her side, flicking her pierced nipple, and Jude knelt between her thighs.

  Jude loved the pink pussies of the diminutive pair, and he snacked on them until they moaned mindless pleasure. Annika tried to lift her hips into his face to complete her orgasm. She barely acknowledged her other nipple being pierced while the flat tongue, the monstrously liquid muscle, swiped up and down her slit, sucking her clit until she was ready to explode. She gasped and tried to grind into him, and then his mouth abandoned her. Annika moaned in disappointment… and shrieked a moment later when the ring pierced through her swollen bead.

  Sandy received the same jewelry, though she was coddled and soothed through the process. The frightening man with the scary blue eyes gently massaged her breasts while the thick black cock plunged into her pussy. She cried from the pain of the piercing, all the way through her orgasm.

  Leashes were attached to the backs of their collars and they crawled into Jonathan’s living room on January 9th. Attached to one of Annika’s nipples was a thin chain with a small flat gold container hanging from it containing a balm. It was another gift from the doctor that proved to be an extraordinary addition. One small swipe of the clear salve made nerve endings raw and excited.

  Tombstone explained it to Jonathan, and he showed him how he kept it on their nipples, pussies, and anuses. The ‘twins’ stayed peaked, wet, and clenching in invitation. Acknowledging that Jonathan had four sons and a daughter, he included a larger refill jar with the order.

  Annika and Sandy moaned and cried when they saw Stanley’s father. They pleaded forgiveness with their eyes. The man just smiled with a sadistic leer and took the two leashes. Jonathan walked them over to a sofa, and Tombstone tilted them back so that they were squatting in front of him. Their arms were outstretched and their breasts thrust forward. With their knees spread and rounded little bottoms tilted up invitingly, they were balanced perfectly on rubber coated feet. “Is there any sort of maintenance necessary?”

  “Soap and water for exposed areas if you feel like it, but just water on the suit or it tends to dull a bit. I’ve kept them on oatmeal with protein powder and vitamins. It cuts down on hygiene problems. They’re trained for bucket breaks in the morning and evening. You might want to have one of your house servants take care of it.” Tombstone stroked Annika’s exposed bottom. “If they don’t perform satisfactorily, you know, sucking or squeezing, seal their eyes and ears with the patches stuck to the masks. They have an aversion to the loss of any other senses.”

  Jonathan turned to Jude. “Can you transport them in February?”

  “Absolutely, Mr. Bentley. Call the club and schedule ahead. Valentine’s is busy, and I’ll have several pickups.”

  After Tombstone and Jude drove away, Jonathan sat forward and stared into Annika’s terrified eyes. He stroked her nipple and began to lightly twist the ring. In a quiet, reminiscing voice, he said, “Stanley was born three months premature. He had pneumonia twice before he was one. His mother died from the toxemia that had brought him early, and he fought from the day he was born to stay with us. He couldn’t fight someone like you, though. He never could.”

  Jonathan sipped his scotch, letting his eyes travel the length
of the girl’s rubber coated body. “His brother, Michael, was with him last summer. When Stanley told him that he had met a nice girl, Mike was happy and gave him the privacy he wanted. You have no idea how this fucked up his head. He blames himself for not watching out for his brother.”

  The sorrow in his tone frightened Annika. When he began speaking again, she wished she had her ear patches on. “I’m telling you this because I’m giving you to Michael. I don’t know any other way he can heal. Me?” Jonathan sighed. “My Stanley is gone, resting beside his mother where I will soon join them. It is enough that I’ll watch you suffer, in only a slight parody of the way you have hurt our family.”

  Jonathan rose and looked down on the black and white twins. “I have three other sons besides Michael, and a daughter who acted as mother for Stanley. They’ll be joining me for dinner this evening.”

  Jonathan ignored their sobs, and he left the room in search of Hannah and Duke. They could take care of ‘polishing and maintaining’ his new artwork. Hannah had been his wife’s personal servant, and she never left Stanley’s side during any of his illnesses.

  Michael, still deeply depressed, was the only one of the children who did not notice that the double doors to the living room were closed. His three brothers and sister tried to cheer him up through dinner. After desert, Jonathan stood. “We’ll be having cocktails in the living room.”

  “If it’s okay, I think I’ll just head home,” Michael murmured, and he stood to leave.

  “No, son. You, especially, need to join us. I have a gift to present to you that needs to stay here, but it can be shared by all,” Jonathan replied.

  The siblings looked at each other, trying to decode the unusual statement. Mike said, “Dad, please. I know you’re trying to help, but this is something I need to work out on my own.” Michael looked at his brothers and sister. “I appreciate all of you for not making me feel worse than I do. I promise you, I die everyday with him. If I could ever find that little…”