Chapter 15
The three men felt as if they had truly arrived when Jason located their first opportunity to make a big cash score.
He met a muscular, bull-necked man in a leather jacket at a beer bar in Phoenix who proclaimed that he was leader of the horniest band of ball-busting motor-cyclists in the entire West. After the men had had several pitchers of beer and were getting wilder in their conversation, Jason decided that he would do a little leveling. The head of the motorcycle gang, who introduced himself as Steve, bemoaned the fact that he just couldn't seem to find women tough enough to withstand the kind of uncompromising sex that Steve and the other members of the gang liked to mete out.
"Especially when it comes to ass fucking," he whispered, then let out a loud, booming laugh.
"Well I've got something in mind, Steve old friend, that you and your cycle buddies oughta really go for," Jason grinned.
Jason suggested that the two girls start off by turning the gang on through making it with each other, after which the members could launch into any kind of action that they saw fit to pay for. An elated Steve grinned approval, after which a price was agreed upon and a time stipulated.
The afternoon in question Jason and his partners were beaming happy smiles as they anticipated in enriching financial score, one they viewed as only the first of many. The petrified girls lay naked on the mats, their hands and feet tightly bound, wondering if their bodies were tough enough and resilient enough to withstand the savage assaults of a rugged motorcycle gang.
Several minutes after the appointed hour the door flung open and a team of advancing policemen moved swiftly into view, guns in their hands, which they alertly pointed in the direction of the three men.
"Freeze, don't anybody try anything," the first officer said.
"What's this all about?" Jason shouted, but the fear in his voice was only too evident.
"What's this all about?" the officer asked as he advanced toward Jason. "Don't tell me that these are your girl friends and they enjoy being tied up like this."
"We're just having some kicks. Maybe our tastes are a little different from yours. That don't give you no right to invade our privacy like this."
"When we've got a warrant for your arrest, Jason Bogart, and the arrest of your friends Wicker and Oglesby it sure does."
"I don't know you," Jason cringed as a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"No, but we all know you," the officer said, stopping a few feet away from Jason. "We knew about two young women turning up suddenly missing and we had to suspect some foul play there. We also did a little checking and found out that you split up with one of the girls, Ellen Stacey, and that you left town a few weeks ago. We figured there might be a connection between you and the missing girl."
"That's me, officer," Ellen said.
"I figured as much," the officer nodded. "So we checked and found out that you associated with a couple of drinking buddies named Oglesby and Wicker, and that they suddenly turned up missing too. Well, we figured you were hiding out somewhere, and you picked out a good hiding spot. I've got to credit you with that. But you were pretty stupid to think you could pull something like this off. You had to come out of hiding sometimes. I suppose by now you've figured out who you were talking to in that bar, the guy named Steve."
"An undercover officer?" Jason asked in a whisper, his face turning chalk white as the cold sweat continued to roll down both sides of his face.
"You guessed it," the officer confirmed.
"You dumb son of a bitch," Oglesby exploded, "I've got a good mind to beat your ass till you're half dead, Jason."
"You're not beating anybody's ass," the officer said calmly. "We're taking the three of you in and taking the girls back to freedom."
Ellen and Dawn exchanged smiles of relief. The long ordeal was now over and the grand plans of the three men thwarted.