Thinking about their lifestyle, Michael wished they wouldn’t chase the local girls. They were lying low, and being recognized could have serious consequences down the road. However, the men had appetites, and felt they were justified in satisfying them. Shaking his head, he recalled how easily men like them got what they wanted from the females around them, and from life in general. Good luck getting them to listen to reason, he quibbled mentally.
They had been living like that for over a week, when a black four-door sedan arrived, driven by Warren La Buff. He paid them the visit to deliver the results of Brian’s DNA testing.
Michael and Brian sat with him in the small living room, allowing him to take the couch while they each stood or sat in kitchen chairs facing him, both stirring in anxious motion. They were nervous, the impact of this news on Tori’s future, as well as their own, heavy in the air.
Warren had a brown envelope with him, and once the three of them were settled into their seats he opened it and withdrew a small stack of papers. Taking a few minutes, he explained how the DNA test looks for markers, or matches that indicate that two people are genetically related. He further explained that there are essentially two kinds of DNA, the kind found in cell nuclei, the brains of a cell, and that found in mitochondria, or the tiny energy producing parts of a cell.
Nuclear DNA comes from both parents while mitochondrial DNA comes from the mother, and is less altered as it passes from mother to child. This DNA was a perfect match between the two of them, which meant they had the same mother. Furthermore, the nuclear DNA indicated that the two of them were in fact siblings, most likely sharing the same father.
Brian sat stunned for several minutes. Michael had jumped up at hearing the news and walked around his living room and kitchen, running his fingers through his sandy brown waves, trying to take it all in.
Contemplating their next course of action, he glowered at the man seated on his sofa. Warren La Buff seems friendlier than she described him. I wonder if he’ll help us put things right. Retaking his seat, he began to question the man on her behalf.
“So, when do we get her emancipation nullified?” he demanded in a quiet tone.
Warren only stared at him, blinking in return.
Michael pushed the issue with a pointed finger, “You guys had her declared a minor and given a birthdate so that she’s only sixteen years old. Obviously, if she’s this girl, Nichole Peters, she’s actually twenty-five years old. We want that fixed.”
La Buff hem and hawed, “The committee will reconvene at a later time to decide how to handle the situation.”
Recovered from his shock, Brian felt he had a vested interest in the proceedings as well and burst into the conversation, “Did you give her a lawyer when you did all that shit? Or get a second medical opinion?” his voice dripped with accusation, his brow wrinkled with concern. Warren looked surprised for a moment but said nothing. Turning to Michael, he continued, “No worries, man. We‘ll get this shit straightened out, big time.”
Brian had only had a few days to consider his sister being alive, but knowing for sure, he wanted to take care of her the best he could. She had been a nuisance to him when they were kids, but his feelings of guilt over her presumed death had made him quite ready to accept her being alive as a second chance to make things right.
“And what about the other girl?” he continued with his assault on their visitor. “The one they buried next to my parents. She came from somewhere. How’re you guys gonna find out who she is?”
Looking him up and down, Michael grew impressed; the man had obviously been giving more thought to the situation than he realized.
Warren surrendered a small nod. “We will be exhuming the body and doing our best to identify it. She is more than likely a child that was abducted the morning of your family’s accident in a nearby town, killed and placed inside the car to take the place of your sister.”
Michael sat giving him an icy stare, beyond angry. This man’s obviously as cold and calculating as my wife described him. “I bet you are.”
The words escaped him, but he showed no emotion as Warren turned towards him sharply, barking in a stern voice, “Listen here. You have no idea how much we have been dealing with,” trying to justify their actions with a pointed finger. “There are many aspects to this investigation that I am not at liberty to discuss with you. Lots of lives at stake here, and not just these four fools.” He wafted his hand towards Brian as an indicator of who he referred to.
“We’ve been working this case a long time, and we have no intention of losing our hold on it over one girl, sixteen or twenty-five. In the end, she is of no consequence. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one, especially her. She is a murdering whore. That’s it. End of story.” Rising, La Buff headed for the door, leaving the two stunned men to ponder what he had said without looking back.
Heart of the Matter
The couple rode into the rally point the next afternoon, their minds fully focused. The stakes were high, and one misstep could cost both their lives. Brett had instructed Enrique to take her to their camp in Ohio, and they had checked out of the motel to head out as soon as they were dressed from their shower. Only stopping to nap in an all-night dive for a couple of hours, they were right on schedule.
Riding through the trees on the narrow dirt road, Tori took note of how the feel of the area was similar to the camp where she had grown up. She had never been there before, and she grew curious to see how the second group kept themselves. Wending their way into the forest itself on a rocky trail, she knew that as a dark and out of the way location, bodies hidden here might never be found. She shuddered to think how many the place more than likely held.
Pulling up in front of the cabin itself, she saw that it appeared to be very unlike the small structure that had occupied the center of the Brazilian bush camp. There were a couple of tables in the clearing in front of the oversized cabin. Having a look inside the lodge used by the Scorpions, the much larger room included bunks along the left hand side for sleeping, fifteen in all.
There were four picnic style tables set in the center, and a large fireplace on the right, with a wood burning cook stove and group of cabinets on the far end. Tori felt quite impressed with what she saw. They have electricity and even running water. She could not help thinking it indicated that the Scorpions were soft. Of course, the climate of Ohio is very different from that of my Amazonian home, which is something to consider before I judge them sight unseen.
Making her way back outside, Enrique gave her a quick overview of the camp’s layout, pointing out the area they used as a firing range, along with the personal facilities, and a few other landmarks. Saving the gun range for later, she cut a path through the trees to explore the rest of the immediate woods around them.
Working her way in a circle, she found several trails and locations that could be useful when they were ready to put their plans into action, including the small shed that housed their generator a few hundred feet from the cabin. She also found the small set of metal pipes that formed the bars they used for physical exercise, which meant they at least kept themselves in shape.
The final surprise, she came across the beat up ’54 Ford truck parked inside a run-down shed. So this is how they keep themselves stocked so far from real civilization. The path back up into the camp took over an hour to navigate, so she knew they had to be self-sufficient somehow.
Completing the loop, she made her way back to the main structure. Enrique sat leaning in a chair next to the front door, enjoying the late afternoon sun. Walking up to him she asked, almost annoyed, “So, where are they?”
He gave her a shrug, “We beat them here, obviously, but I’m sure they’ll get here quick as they can.” He gave her a knowing grin while looking her up and down, then dropping the chair on all fours, slid his arm around her waist. Their bodies pressed together tightly, he ran his hands firmly over her backside and gave it a playful squeeze, lost in the feel of her.
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br /> Tori looped her arms around his neck, leaning in to share a kiss, becoming lightheaded for a moment as they mingled. In the distance, the roar of motorcycles broke the stillness of the forest, so there probably wasn’t time for them to have a romp before the rest of the group arrived, and she found herself disappointed by that fact. Might as well get what we can, she lazily continued their foreplay.
Taking a deep breath, she inwardly prepared for her re-acquaintance with the crew, while her hands followed the line of muscles beneath her fingertips. I’m fully primed to play the role of willing recruit, she reminded herself.
Several times, she had mentally gone over what most certainly would take place once they were reunited. Although she could not remember a great deal about the group, she fully expected them to be very similar to the Dragons in structure and form.
The time she had spent with Enrique would hopefully have conditioned her for being the entertainment once again, and she felt ready to perform for the group of men. She also expected to experience some violent episodes related to that, confident Red had not been the only man to have such a fetish, feeling the need to inflict pain while performing sexual acts.
Yeah, I got this covered… they’re gonna fuck me… and they’re gonna beat me… and I’m gonna milk it for all it’s worth. She closed her eyes as Enrique continued to stroke her, his hands finding the warm flesh beneath her shirt and pushing up until he could toy with her nipples. Her panties were growing moist, despite her mind not being fully into their heavy petting, and she heard herself moan as he caressed her.
Still mentally going over details of her situation, Tori also expected to be tested, perhaps similarly to what the Feds had put her through at the hospital. Only this time it’ll be for physical knowledge, such as weapons and techniques. But then again, they may not care about her being part of the team and simply want her around for physical satisfaction. This seems unlikely knowing the sum Brett had been willing to part with to get me. I wonder if he already knows what I can do?
Seeing the glimmer of chrome through the trees, she considered the possibility of also being beaten as a way of testing her loyalty. Enrique had also noticed the metal, and reluctantly removed his hands from her, mentally preparing himself as well. Damn. Just a little longer and I could have had her to myself one more time. I should’a made it quick.
Allowing a deep sigh to escape her lips, she straightened her clothing, and could feel her muscles tense when the string of bikes rolled into the clearing. She did not relish the idea, but considered that she would have to endure all forms of being dominated. Steeling her reserve, she repeated her mantra. Chin up, baby girl; you can do this, remembering to stifle the smile their making out had left on her lips.
Observing them all before her, Tori had no clue who any of them were, save Brett and Buck. They were the leader and his second, the rest not being worth ever learning their names. Taking a quick head count, she noted there were, in fact, twelve men on wheels, so Enrique had been replaced. It disgusted her slightly that she had no clue which one was the new guy, but it couldn’t be helped.
Making her way over to Brett as he killed the engine and swung off the seat, she held her placid expression the best she could, having a difficult time keeping her smirk at bay. He offered her his hand and she gave him the familiar shake, even though she had never been considered a full member by anyone outside the Dragons; the price of being a woman.
He grinned at her broadly after he gave her a quick half hug and slap on the back. “You look really good with that makeup on,” he tossed at her jovially, shaking his red curls lightly. “Guess you was gettin’ soft, your brother bein’ rich an’ all.”
Tori didn’t bite, standing still and blinking at the man blankly. She knew he would test her, and she had thought she would take his beating in stride. However, when he made his move, her instincts kicked in and she could not bring herself to go down without a fight.
Countering his opening swing, she twirled his arm away from her and punched him in the ribs, knocking him back a few steps. Dropping her jacket to the ground, and her pistol on top of it, the fight became a sparring match.
As the ring of onlookers formed around them, each of them landed some punches while they sized each other up. Tori considered what might happen if she bested him, and Tony’s old advice came screaming into mind, “You can’t beat us all.” He had been talking about the Dragons of course, but the same principle applied here. That’s one reason the groups were structured as they were, as a functional unit.
Perceiving another man moving to step in, Tori laid down the hammer on the interloper. Knocking him to the ground, she roughed him up a bit, not realizing he was the man she had wanted to kill the first time they saw her in Florida.
Dan only wanted a little retribution, now that he held the position of surprise aggressor, but it didn’t work out for him this time any better than the last. After she put him on his back, she knelt on his chest with her knee to pin him while she beat him about the ears and face until Brett called out, “Tha’s enough.”
Obeying his orders as she would have Eddie or Red, Tori stood and looked at her new owner, awaiting the next command.
Brett beamed again, walking over to the girl who stood about two inches taller than himself. God damn, she’s quite a prize. Putting his hand on her waist, he followed the path down to her round posterior and pulled her hard against him in the same fashion Enrique had done. His fingers tickled her in private places, and she played along as she had done with Eddie many times, allowing his touch to stimulate her, glad that her companion had prepared her for what comes next.
Tori’s heart began to pound as he tugged at her jeans to undress her, and she continued to do her part by kissing him and offering to help. Within a few minutes, she stood naked, wishing she had been able to down her customary beverage before their arrival, as it was now too late.
She would have to take part in the night’s activities and maybe even make it look like she had enjoyed it while sober, as she still wasn’t sure how she would play this. With nimble fingers, she helped him get his own pants open and bring out his little friend before he laid her back on the table behind them.
To her surprise, he laid her face up, taking her soft folds so he could look her in the eye while he fucked her. He wasn’t a large man, but she faked her enthusiasm for him well, lifting her legs and grasping at him firmly. He didn’t take long to finish himself, excited by her eagerness to be with him. Not backing away, he stood panting for a moment as he lay over her, toying with her breasts and examining her new tat that covered Eddie’s old mark.
“Who’s Michael?” he asked directly, his finger tracing the outline of the rose.
She had known that would happen. “The angle I was workin’ when I was so rudely interrupted by the Feds. They showed up an’ dragged me to New York so I could meet my brother.” She looked him in the eye as she spit out the half-truth.
“Feds, huh,” he ran his palm over her bare skin, and then leaned in to kiss her again.
Tori slid her hand up to the nape of his neck, massaging the hairline as she moaned at his caresses, her legs wrapped to hold him against her.
Breaking it off, he whispered hoarsely, “Eddie always said you was a crafty li’l bitch.” Pulling away from her, he gave a single order, “Don’t kill ‘er,” zipping his pants as he headed into the cabin.
Tori felt her heart stop as she realized what he had done. Lying still, she didn’t even bother trying to resist. She had been there before, and she knew the only way to win; give them what they wanted.
The first one to her gripped her thighs and rolled her over onto her belly. Already naked, it only took a moment for Buck to pop his pants open and yank himself out. Trying to insert himself into his preferred location, he seemed to not like it as well as he had the last time he had been with her. Settling for her soft folds, he drove against her angrily for a few minutes. However, someone had come prepared, and she was soon greased
and ready for him to take what he really wanted.
Off to the side, Enrique watched and waited, planning to be the last to make his way over to her. When his turn came, she still lay face down on the table, but she had blood on her skin in places, most certainly in pain. It gave him an odd feeling, the roughness of their sex somehow different from what the group did to her, and it angered him slightly that they had touched her, even though he had known he would have to share.
Not to draw attention, he opened his own jeans, but it took a bit of effort to make his way inside her. The sun had set, and her skin felt clammy, so he removed his shirt, laying his bare chest against her flesh to warm her. He then slid himself into her warm chasm, and laced the fingers of her right hand with his. She whimpered softly as he stroked the back of her head with his free hand.
Moving slowly, he tried to give the impression he was just one of the guys having his turn, but on the inside he felt deeply concerned. “Baby girl?” he nudged her softly as she lay breathing in shallow puffs beneath him. Oh my God, what if they really hurt her?
Taking a ragged breath, she whispered, “I’m ok, baby; do what you gotta do. Don’t blow this,” and gave his hand a squeeze.
A wave of relief washed over him as he nudged her affectionately. She’s just playing along… clever girl, he praised her, the realization of the depth of his feelings for her, intense.
Sliding himself into his favorite position, he took her readily, causing her to gasp and moan quite loudly. He chose to forgo his usual routine, pushing himself to the end in one step. Leaning over as he finished, he mumbled into her hair, “I love you, baby girl.” Pulling himself out, he went to clean up and find out about dinner for her.
Enrique being the last, someone dropped a towel on the table next to her, along with a small pot of warmed water and a small cloth to clean herself before she ate. She was not, however, permitted to get dressed, and sat greedily eating her hamburger steak and vegetables while naked. She allowed them to think they were getting the better of her, outwardly cowering with wide eyes and being submissive to whatever whims they fancied.
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