Rage Against The Machine: Special Edition (Dan & Chloe Book 1)

by Flamank, Nathan L.

  Her mum was constantly talking about how much money Rufus had, nobody knew how he made it, and Grace didn’t give a shit where it came from, all she did know was that she wanted a piece of it.

  Grace was so engrossed in her thoughts, thinking about that dress she’d seen in town that she took no notice as Rufus reached over and popped the glove-box.

  She saw the needle and syringe in his hand but by the time her brain had computed what she was actually seeing it was too late; Rufus stabbed it in her right thigh and pushed down on the plunger. Grace let out a startled yelp but by then it was too late. The drug was fast acting.

  Rufus stopped her from slumping forward and pushed her back in her seat, her head rolled on to her right shoulder; to any passing motorists she would look asleep.

  He put the used needle back in the glove-box and smiled; it had worked perfectly.

  He pushed her skirt up her thighs and parted her legs slightly to get a better view; the wisps of blonde pubic hair poking out from the sides of her thong’s gusset made his cock bulge.

  ‘You always were such a prick-tease, well now you can live up to those promises.’

  She would be out for hours which gave him plenty of time to get everything organised and when she woke up the real fun would begin.

  Dan and Chloe were at a roadside diner just south of the border. Dan had been driving for hours and he needed to stop to stretch his aching muscles; the Ferrari may have looked good but it was a bitch to drive. They had walked around the gravel car-park for ten minutes as Dan stretched and worked the knots out of his cramped leg muscles.

  They found a booth at the back of the cafe and Chloe had felt every eye in the room on her, she had buttoned up her blouse and used Dan’s frame as a shield from the prying eyes of a dozen truckers. They had eaten their food in silence and when they were done Chloe looked around at the faded decor and said, ‘It’s not exactly Michelin rated.’

  ‘But the food was good and it’s clean enough for this sort of establishment.’

  Chloe sipped her coffee from a chipped mug and nodded, ‘True; so what’s the plan?’

  ‘Get to Edinburgh tonight, find a hotel and sleep. I need some rest before we go after Rufus in the morning.’

  Chloe arched an eyebrow, ‘Rest?’

  Dan laughed, ‘Yeah; rest. What did you get out of Rebecca’s mobile?’

  ‘Interesting you should ask; it’s a goldmine.’

  Chloe slipped across the leatherette seating and sat next to Dan, as she moved her skirt slipped higher up her thighs and Dan was pleased when she didn’t readjust herself, he could see everything.

  Chloe retrieved the mobile from her bag and switched it on. She moved closer so that her thigh was pressing up against his and Dan slipped a hand up her stockinged leg and he left it there high on one patterned top.

  Chloe scrolled through the mobile’s menu until she came to the picture section. ‘Look at these,’ she said to Dan and a series of images flashed across the screen; they were of Rufus and had been taken without his knowledge.

  ‘Except for this one, this one he must have been aware of,’ Chloe said and Dan saw a close up of Rufus’ cock. He looked away, ‘Thanks, I didn’t need to see that.’

  Chloe laughed and said, ‘Don’t worry baby, it’s no competition.’

  Dan drank his coffee. ‘We can use of the photos to show at the Majestic, the manager may not know him as Rufus, this way we have a face to go with the name.’

  ‘The manager may not talk.’

  Dan turned to Chloe, ‘Oh he’ll talk; I’ll make sure of that.’

  ‘There are a lot of other photos on here, different men, some with Rufus, some on their own, I wondered if maybe they were other members of this hunting fraternity; perhaps Rebecca knew more than she let on.’

  Dan looked at the photographs, ‘Maybe, or they could be her friends or ex-boyfriends.’

  ‘I wouldn’t keep photos of my ex on my phone, would you?’

  ‘Maybe. Anything else?’

  ‘The phonebook is packed with numbers, some international; I’ll try them in the morning, see who answers; could be something or nothing, but we won’t know until I try them.’

  ‘Anything else?’

  ‘Some web addresses and email listings, oh and a text from Rufus sent early yesterday wondering where she was.’

  Dan nodded, he was impressed, ‘That it?’

  ‘Yeah.’

  ‘You did good Chloe; the pictures of Rufus are a blessing, now we have a picture to show people.’

  Dan took out his wallet and left a ten pound note on the table to cover their meals. ‘Ready to hit the road?’

  ‘You bet,’ she replied.

  Chloe followed Dan out of the diner; again she was aware of the stares from the other diners. She winked at one old fart by the door and he looked away in embarrassment.

  Outside Chloe said, ‘I attract the wrong sort of attention dressed like this. Perhaps I should start wearing jeans and baggy jumpers.’

  Dan smiled as he pulled her in to his side and slipped his hands up the back of her skirt and cupped her right buttock. ‘Yeah well you attract the right kind from me.’

  Chloe smiled, ‘Still, perhaps I should try blending in more.’

  ‘We’re doing okay so far.’

  ‘So; what are you saying?’

  ‘If it isn’t broke don’t try fixing it, come on let’s get moving.’

  Krieger watched them from his own car at the far end of the car-park. His mobile phone rang and he answered it without taking his eyes off them, the young woman was showing the man her ass and giggling and Krieger knew that she was indeed a slut like he had first suspected.

  ‘Where are they?’ The American asked.

  ‘Just south of the Scottish border.’

  ‘So; they are going after Rufus.’

  ‘This is now my only conclusion; I can see no other reason for them to be here.’

  ‘An interesting development wouldn’t you say?’

  ‘Yes, what would you have me do now Father?’

  Krieger watched Dan and Chloe as he waited for his Father to speak. Chloe was behaving unacceptably; kissing and groping the man in public. In his own country she would have been put to work in a brothel; locked away from respectable society, but here in this heathen land she was permitted to wear what she liked and act however she saw fit; it was disgusting.

  ‘Observe only, do not involve yourself directly.’

  ‘As you wish; but the woman, she is nothing but a slut.’

  The American chuckled down the line. ‘That need not concern you my son, do as I have instructed or should I send another to replace you?’

  ‘No Father; that will not be necessary, I understand.’

  There was silence on the line and for a second Krieger feared that Father had cut the call, that Krieger had disappointed him and panic set in and then, blessedly, Father spoke. ‘When this is all over I may allow you to take the woman back to your own country, would you like that?’

  ‘Perhaps but I have not decided yet.’

  ‘Very well; I wonder what the final outcome of this unexpected turn in events will be.’

  ‘I too have pondered on this, the man; Dan has survived nearly 48 hours, this has never happened before.’

  ‘That is true my old friend. At first I thought that Rufus would succeed, this man ran for his life, but then he met the young woman and something happened, I do not know what, but since he has met her he has changed. Word is that he is not to be underestimated.’

  ‘If that is true then why did he run in the first place?’ Krieger asked.

  ‘That is the million dollar question isn’t it?’ The American coughed, ‘It would be an interesting development if he succeeded in killing Rufus.’

  ‘Is that what you think he plans?’

  ‘I think so, yes.’

  ‘Then by your own commandments he would be asked to join; is that not the way?’

  ‘Yes, the Brother
hood would ask him to sit at our table; that is why you must not involve yourself personally; his indoctrination would not get off to a good start if you interceded in this matter.’

  ‘Do not worry Father. I shall watch and watch only,’ Krieger said reassuringly.

  ‘You are a loyal servant Krieger; you shall be rewarded.’

  ‘Yes; in this life or the next.’

  ‘As it should be,’ the American replied.

  ‘I must go; they have got back in to their car; I do not intend to lose them.’

  ‘Go; I will contact you again my son.’

  ‘Thank you Father.’

  Krieger ended the call and followed the Ferrari back on to the motorway; he kept a safe distance and minutes later they were across the border.

  They located a 24 hour supermarket on the outskirts of Edinburgh where Dan purchased a local guide. Chloe looked through the clothing section and she found a long skirt that made Dan smile.

  ‘I know it’s dated but I don’t want to check-in at the hotel separately and I guess it’s best they don’t think I’m some kind of hooker.’

  Dan smiled, ‘Only in the bedroom; right?’

  Chloe kissed him, ‘I’ll be your hooker any day baby.’

  Chloe found the fruit section and bought some bananas and freshly squeezed orange juice. Dan paid for their items and they were back in the Ferrari in less than 30 minutes.

  It was pitch black in the Ferrari so Dan switched on the interior light to look through the local guide. He cast a glance at Chloe and said, ‘Pull your skirt up; I want to see your stocking-tops.’

  Chloe obliged, she liked him telling her to do things, and it made her wet knowing how much she turned him on.

  Dan quickly found the Majestic and another hotel located two streets from it.

  ‘We’ll try and get a room at this place, ‘Dan tapped the picture of the hotel, ‘The Castle, it won’t be too far to travel in the morning.’

  ‘Good idea,’ Chloe replied as she pulled the long brown skirt up over her clothes, Dan sighed as the skirt hid her stockings and Chloe laughed, ‘You are obsessed with them.’

  Dan leant in to her and cupped her left breasts through her blouse. ‘No, I’m obsessed with you.’

  Dan sat back and turned the ignition key; he pulled out of their space and drove away from the supermarket.

  Edinburgh, SCOTLAND.

  They found the Castle hotel and checked in with a minimum of raised eyebrows and sideways glances. Chloe’s much younger appearance may have surprised the management but the colour of Dan’s money ensured professionalism and privacy.

  In their suite, a marked improvement on their last suite, Chloe stripped the long skirt off and tossed it in the bin. ‘My figure won’t permit me to wear such plain-Jane shit.’

  Dan laughed, ‘You tried.’

  Dan put the canvas bag of weapons under the bed; it had gone unnoticed by the hotel’s staff; it was surprising how generous tips ensured a lack of observation from the various staff that they had come in to contact with since they had walked through the hotel’s revolving doors.

  Dan set the laptop up on a desk near the window and quickly brought the internet up.

  Chloe said, ‘I’m going for a shower; care to join me?’ She stripped naked and Dan’s eyes settled on her shaven cunt.

  ‘I’d love to but I’m afraid that if we get started in the shower we’ll never stop and I really need to get cracking on some research.’

  Chloe ran her hands down her body, over her breasts and between her open legs, ‘Rain cheque?’

  Dan nodded. ‘Absolutely.’

  ‘Okay,’ Chloe replied and went in to the bathroom. Dan watched her as she reached around with her hands and spread her buttock, she looked back over her shoulder and said, ‘This is all yours later baby.’ She giggled as Dan laughed. Chloe disappeared in to the bathroom and soon Dan heard the shower running.

  Dan thought about how crazy the world he was living in was; mad men with guns, big game hunts involving human prey and a young woman offering sex on constant tap.

  Dan typed in the web address that Rebecca had given them and soon he was immersed in what was in front of him; he had never seen anything like it. In the background the sound of the shower competed with Dan’s increasingly rapid heartbeat.

  Krieger parked his car opposite the hotel’s revolving doors and put his seat back in to the recline position. He figured that Dan and Chloe wouldn’t be going anywhere for the next three hours so he had decided to get some sleep; three hours was all he ever needed.

  Rufus kept checking that Grace was still unconscious, he had no reason to doubt it, but caution was always the best policy.

  He had driven home earlier; his left hand had been buried up Grace’s skirt, caressing her flesh the entire drive home. He was rock-hard as he carried her limp body from the Range Rover and down in to his subterranean kingdom.

  He placed her on the double bed in the middle of the sound-proofed cellar. It was a beautiful room, his favourite in the whole house. The walls were adorned with Japanese Anime artwork; cartoon women being raped, sodomised and ejaculated on by various well-endowed men. Two large bookcases were full of “Hentai” movies; a form of Japanese film, cartoons that showed young women of school age being raped and degraded, it was an art-form few appreciated but Rufus loved everything about it.

  Rufus climbed the stairs and went into the kitchen where he gathered supplies; he also got Chloe’s underwear and pictures from the Range Rover. Satisfied that he had everything that he would need he headed back down the cellar steps to his fun-room.

  Once safely back inside the cellar he shut and locked the metal door, which was the only way in or out, he slipped into place three huge bolts and secured these with expensive padlocks. Nobody was getting in or out until he was fully satisfied. At the back of the cellar, farthest from the door he switched on a series of monitors. Colour scenes of his house and gardens illuminated the room. Rufus walked over to a series of switches and flicked two down; overhead fluorescent strip lights flicked in to life; he wanted to see everything down here clearly.

  He opened a small fridge and stored away his supplies from the kitchen. Rufus put cans of soda on a shelf and placed the sandwiches he had made earlier neatly on the shelf below; he straightened the cans so that the labels all faced him. He smiled and closed the door and turned back to the bed. He walked over to it and looked down at Grace; she was still out cold.

  Rufus set up a series of video cameras, and spaced the tripods at even intervals and at different heights, he wanted to watch it back in all its glory. Once everything was set he returned to the bed and looked down at his mute captive.

  Grace really was very pretty; a little too much puppy fat high on her thighs and she was a distant second to Chloe but all-in-all he was more than happy. He activated the video cameras with a remote control and got to work; he always recorded everything, from the slow build up right through to the frenzied final moments.

  Rufus stripped completely naked and folded his clothes in to a neat bundle, he added the various keys to the padlocks and the remote control and placed everything in a large formidable safe to which only he knew the combination. He closed the safe’s door and smiled as the locks clicked home. Now there was no humanly possible way in which Grace could leave unless he let her and he had no intention of doing that.

  Naked as the day he was born he set to work. Rufus stripped Grace out of her clothes; first her shoes and socks and then the skirt which he tore from her body. Her body shook with the force of his actions and his cock became as hard as he had ever seen it as he watched her breasts wobble beneath her shirt. He tore the shirt open; its buttons pinging in every direction, he managed to site her up and pulled the shirt down over her shoulders and off her arms; he let her drop back on to the bed; again he was mesmerised by the sight of her breasts wobbling side-to-side.

  Rufus put his hand under the band of material at the front of her bra between her breasts
and with a mighty yank he tore the flimsy pink garment in two, he longingly looked at her breasts, his cock throbbed with anticipation. Rufus looked at the bra’s label and smiled. ‘34D; I’m never wrong.’ He tossed the ruined garment in to the waste bin.

  Grace began to move on the bed and small moans escaped from her mouth.

  ‘Good,’ he said. ‘I was beginning to get lonely.’

  Rufus stepped to the foot of the bed and slid his hands up her smooth legs, he reached her thong and slid his fingers under the waistband and slipped them down and off her legs; he put the thong to his face and inhaled her scent.

  Standing right by the bed he started to slowly masturbate as he waited for Grace to wake up; he was in no real rush; they had all the time in the world.

  Fifteen miles away and Dan continued to navigate his way around the “BigGame” website. Next to the laptop was a note pad, open and filled with Dan’s neat handwriting as he copied down key facts that he thought would be of help to Chloe and him. He looked at his watch; 30 minutes had passed since Chloe went into the bathroom. He could still hear the shower running but he wondered what was taking her so long.

  Dan stood up and stretched. He walked over to the bathroom and opened the door; Chloe was still in the shower, the hot water running down her body. She saw him in the doorway and opened the shower door.

  ‘Are you okay?’ Dan asked. ‘You’ve been in here for ages.’

  Chloe nodded, ‘Yeah; the water feels so good, I’m pampering myself.’ She showed Dan a bottle of expensive body lotion. Chloe squeezed her firm breasts together and licked her lips suggestively. ‘Care to join me?’

  ‘Why don’t you finish up in here and come join me, you need to see what I’ve found out.’

  Chloe grimaced. ‘And reality crashes back in.’

  ‘Sorry babe.’ Dan leant in through the open shower door and gave Chloe a quick kiss; hot water splashed his face and he stepped back laughing and closed the cubicle door.

  Chloe pressed her breasts up against the glass; her nipples looked huge as they were squashed against the glass and Dan laughed. Chloe blew him a kiss and shooed him out of the bathroom.