Chapter 9
The sun was shining like a glow worm in heat, barely reaching its head out of the fog. The Lady Caroline drove comfortable along in the tram not thinking about the world below but having her mind on the things of the present. She had resolved the dilemma of her daughter by putting it out of her mind. She had reconciled with Rodney because when he was around she needed him and she wasn't a woman to go against the grain. The tram shook along with easy grace and the unexpected stop above the park was taken in stride.
Ten minutes passed and they still weren't on their way and the Lady Caroline looked up at the porter and smiled. She was feeling good today for she was to be paid for her hard work. The porter came down the aisle and talked to her.
"It looks like we have some sort of electrical problem ma'am. We should have it fixed shortly."
The Lady Caroline smiled a wide grin, "I hope it isn't too much trouble," she said.
"No. It seems like a small short in the wire, if there is any further delay we'll call headquarters."
"Thank you very much, I don't want to be late for work."
"You should be on your way any instant."
That very moment a young man in blue overalls boarded the tram. The Lady Caroline noticed his red hair underneath his cap. She paid little more attention to him as he walked around the front of the tram. He worked diligently on the front of the control panel. She went about reading her letters. The young man and the porter talked casually at the front of the tram. Suddenly there was a loud pop and the porter fell in a heap on the switchboard. The Lady Caroline looked up in surprise. The young man with the red hair looked directly at her.
"Don't move lady, just sit where you are."
She didn't know how to be frightened and was speechless at the sight of the young man now holding a gun. He walked closer towards her and when he was facing her she stood up and slapped him fiercely across the face. Rather than hit her with the gun Gordon slapped her back and knocked her flying into the seat.
"You rotten bitch, I know who you are, ya I know who you are. You're the nut with the shit in the paper, you fucking cunt."
The Lady Caroline regained her composure her mouth a little red from the slap.
"Get off this tram, you hooligan, get off this tram right now."
"Eat shit you bitch, and shut up."
"Don't talk to me that way, I have my rights."
"You have nothing right now."
The Lady Caroline swung at Gordon again this time missing him and falling at his feet on the floor, her skirt flying up over her waist exposing her small panties. Gordon looked at her helplessly at his feet and started laughing.
"Shut up you bastard, you cheap bastard," she said.
Gordon continued laughing at the fallen hero. He put his foot between her thighs and nestled it against her ass.
"Stop that, you bastard."
"Just shut the fuck up you."
"Who and the hell are you anyhow?"
"I'm the new captain and you're my hostage."
"Hostage."
"Yes Madam Butterfly, you are my hostage."
"What are you talking about?"
"Never you mind, just think up something to write about for your little column in the paper, you know. Something like 'I just got raped today by a marvelous man.' "
"You keep away from me."
"I wouldn't hurt you, but you do have a nice ass and not a bad body altogether."
"Stay away from me."
"I'm not going to hurt you."
"Your damn right you're not."
"Don't get so up tight."
"Listen you," the Lady Caroline looks into Gordon's face, his red beard and red hair are now visible to her. She shrinks back in thoughts of her father. She becomes numb in front of him.
"What's the matter, darling."
"Nothing, nothing, don't touch me."
"I have no desire, but if you would be so kind as to follow me to the front of the car."
"What are you talking about?"
"I said follow me to the front of the car."
Gordon makes a gesture to the front of the tram. The Lady Caroline can tell by the movements that he is serious. She also feels a strange feeling of attration to the man, repulsion and attraction.
"Get moving, Lady Caroline."
Sensing that the man meant business Lady Caroline walked to the front of the tram.
"O.K. out and down the utility pole, quickly and quietly. There is a car waiting. If you scream you are dead, very dead."
The way he said dead, made her behave. She walked to the front and looking out on the fog found the pole he was talking about.
"O.K. now just shinny down, that's right, one foot at a time."
The Lady Caroline was in his control, she eased herself down each rung of the telephone pole until she was on solid ground.
"O.K. there is a car over across the park, walk very slowly."
She did just as she was told. She'd never been to the park before. It was always a place for scum. Crossing over onto the main street where she was quietly pushed into a car the three of them drove quickly off and into the future.
Ruth was driving the car and she did so quickly and with quiet efficiency. She didn't talk or look at the woman in the back seat, rather she just looked ahead and didn't bother. They drove for about ten blocks and then she turned right into a small alley where she quickly came to a halt. Charlotte came out with Sparrow and opened the door to the car. There the two of them escorted the newly acquired hostage into a waiting garage.
The garage was dimly lit but warm and comfortable. There was a bed and four chairs. Gordon threw the Lady Caroline onto the bed.
"You fucking bitch, take your clothes off."
"What are you doing," screamed Ruth, "she's worthless."
"Yeah, I know but I want to fuck her in the ass till she bleeds." The three of them looked at Gordon and could tell he is serious. The Lady Caroline is looking at the four of them with disdain.
"You see now what I mean," says Gordon.
"Yeah, I think I know what you mean," says Charlotte, "Fuck her a good one for me."
Sparrow looks on and doesn't say anything but watches as Gordon takes his clothes off and walks towards the Lady Caroline.
"Bend over bitch."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to rip your ass apart."
"You're out of your mind."
"It's needless to say, now bend over, c'mon now, it's something to write about."
"You're crazy, you're insane, stop him!"
"Roll over bitch and spread your thighs."
The three others watch as Gordon manhandles the Lady Caroline.
"Stop it, stop it. No! No don't."
"Shut up, you fucking tramp, roll over."
"Let me hold her hands," says Ruth.
"I'll tape her mouth shut," says Charlotte.
Gordon has his cock and is jacking it to good size as the other women tear at the Lady Caroline. Charlotte ties her hands behind her back and Ruth puts a piece of tape over her mouth.
Sparrow rips her dress off and Gordon takes the thin panties and throws them aside baring her naked ass.
She moans in hysteria, but Gordon doesn't stop, he grabs her by the hips and puts his cock fast and hard up her ass tearing at the solid crack. She tries to hold her asscheeks together but Gordon's heavy rod breaks them wide apart and his cock is quickly fucking her asshole and she is writhing on the bed. Ruth and Charlotte watch as Gordon fucks her with abandon. Every fast lusting throw of his thighs is harder than the last and Lady Caroline's asshole is widening to his penis.
Soon he has her on the brink of orgasm and he starts to badger her with her own impotence.
"About ready to come honey, c'mon now."
She only muffles a sweating sound. Gordon sends his cock full length up her ass and she winces in pain and pleasure. He fucks her ass as roughly as possible and his ripping cock tears the fibers of her virgin asshole.
"Fuck her a good one for me," says Ruth.
"Yeah, break her in," says Charlotte.
Sparrow stands ready, his cock already getting hard watching Gordon's repeated assfuck ing.
"Let me on it," says Sparrow, pushing Gordon aside.
Gordon pulls out and lets Sparrow start to ream her. She moans with pain as the long cock searches out her answers where the ends meet. She is beginning to weaken and her mouth is dropping in the heavy tape.
"She is going to come, I can tell," says Rith.
"Yeah, look at that," says Charlotte.
The three people watch as Sparrow brings the Lady Caroline to orgasm and Gordon quickly replaces Sparrow as his cock is firing come into her asshole.
"Let me dip it in," says Gordon putting his cock fast into her ass. He grinds her down on the floor and the grind is low and hard. He fucks her ass with abandon, utterly defiling her in the broadest sense of the word. He sent his cock deeper and deeper and she cried with pain/pleasure. Ruth takes off her tape and lets her crys be heard.
"Ooooooo fuck me, please fuck me," says the Lady Caroline, "fuck me, please fuck me."
Gordon grinds his cock home again and turns to look at the oddest sight he has ever seen. The Lady Caroline is holding her ass wide apart and asking him to violate her some more. He does just as is suggested and rams his horn deep up her bun hole.
She moans and gurgles with pain/pleasure. The women watch as the passionate prick takes the place of any formal upbringing.
"How do you like it Lay-deeeee," asks Ruth.
She just looks up at Ruth, but without recognizing her.
"She loves it," says Charlotte picking up her face and letting it fall back down. "She's ready for anything now, probably ready to eat some cock and suck some pussy."
"Do you think socialites do that," laughs Ruth.
"If they didn't they do now," says Gordon.
The Lady Caroline lays motionless on the floor. The two couples look at her and don't smile.
"I will do anything you ask."
"Spread your ass," demands Sparrow.
She bends over and shows her asshole to the group. They all watch the woman completely in their control.
"That's good, now beg."
"Yes, bark like a dog."
The Lady Caroline looks back at the couples and her eyes grow wild with passion. She starts to bark like a dog.
"Ruff, Rufffff, Ruff."
They all laugh, tears of laughter coming at the sight. Gordon and Sparrow hold their cocks in their hands and ask her to beg for it. She pretends she is a dog and sits up on the bed.
"Bark."
"Roll over."
"Sit."
To each command she does a trick. Gordon tells her to roll over and quickly lays down upon her ass and sends his stiff cock into her again. This time she begs for more as he rushes his cock deeper into her.
"Beg for it," says Ruth.
"Beg for it," says Charlotte.
"Give it to me, give it to me, please give it to me," cries Lady Caroline.
Gordon gives it to her. He spreads her ass wide and buries his hard-on up to the hilt making her squirm with delight. Inside her mind there are a thousand changes going on. She is being swept up and thrown to the thieves. She is being sent down and brought to bear witness to the simple things. She is being turned out and she is unprepared.
Unprepared for the experience and unprepared for her own pleasure, the Lady Caroline is hitting heights she never thought possible. With every long harsh stroke of Gordon's cock she is rushing and coming from within. She has never seen or felt like this before. She is on the brink of oblivion and despair. She is next to the door of oblivion, she is somewhere where she has never been before. Somewhere where the greatest minds and cocks of the twentieth century have never put her before. She is draped on the end of a real fine butt fucker named Charles Patrick Gordon.
Gordon tries to punish her with his cock but the Lady Caroline wants more and more. Gordon keeps up his hard forward stroke and she winces with every inch of meat that punishes her brutally.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me good."
"He will," says Charlotte. "Yeah he'll fuck you till you come gold," says Ruth.
Gordon can't hep but laughing at Ruth's comment and the others join him in laughter. His cock falls out of her hole and she turns on them like an animal.
"Put that back in there, do you hear me, I want you to continue."
The four of them look on her with amazement. She is really wired for sound, intense and fraught with panic/passion.
"Don't give her any more, Charles," says Charlotte.
"Yes, don't spoil the child."
"I want more," she says pulling her ass wide apart to show them her asshole.
"Tie her up and then we'll make the necessary phone calls."
"What are you going to do."
"We're going to get a hundred grand for you, feeble shitter," says Sparrow.
"That's right, and then you're going to be dumped in the trash," laughs Ruth.
"No, no, no, don't. There in my purse is the number of my lawyer, he'll take care of everything. No cops, just don't kill me."
"We're not going to kill you, but thanks for the number," says Charles opening the purse and looking at it.
"Is this the one, James Flamingo?"
"Yes that's him. Call him, he'll get you the money you want."
"Thank you we will, right now we're going to tie you up and make sure you can't write any letters," laughs Charles.
The two women proceed to tie up the half-conscious Lady Caroline. When the job is done she is as helpless as a lady mouse with no nose. Sparrow takes the phone number and leaving the garage finds a phone on the corner. He calls the number and tells his story to James Flamingo. Flamingo is doubtful at first but Sparrow describes a few personal effects so well that Flamingo can't doubt him.
Sparrow arranges it so that Flamingo will meet him in the park at exactly ten thirty. If there are any helicopter patrols or any sign of cops the deal is off. Flamingo agrees and says he'll bring the money. Sparrow hangs up the phone. He goes back to the garage and tells everyone that the deal is set.
That night at exactly ten thirty a Mr. James Flamingo meets Sparrow next to the bus stop at the edge of the park. The meeting takes only seconds and Sparrow is off in a cab driven by Charles Patrick Gordon. They drive for two blocks and then return the cab to a friend of theirs. They give him three hundred dollars and then are off on foot the remaining block and into the garage. There the girls are packed and the four of them count the money. They work quickly and efficiently on disguising Charles Gordon's face. He begins to look much darker and older. After two hours of physical change there is little resemblance of the once Charles Gordon.
"We're ready," says Ruth.
"He looks great," says Charlotte.
"Fantastic," says Sparrow.
Gordon gets up and looks at the mirror, the face has been altered to look much older and the hair is now blackish grey. If any cops had his picture there would be strong doubt if they could recognize him as he now looked.
"Perfect ladies, let's get on our way."
The four are ready and they all make sure that they have everything. They gag Lady Caroline and then leave. She can't do anything for she is tied securely to the bed.
"You need to lose a few pounds, the police will be here tomorrow to pick you up, don't worry sweetheart we aren't killers."
The Lady Caroline just moans behind her mask. The two couples get into Charlotte's getaway car which she got with phony i.d. and head for the Canadian Rockies. First they drive to San Jose to mail the letter and then double back and head for Oregon.
Two days later the letter arrives at Flamingo's house. So far he hasn't contacted police. When he gets the letter he quickly calls them and faster then a speeding bullet they are at the Lady Caroline's side. She is slightly emaciated and being without water has a slight case of malnutrition but other than that she is fine. She babbles incoherently for the first few hours and it isn't till the later part of the evening that she can give any active description of the culprits. She identifies the picture of Charles Patrick Gordon. There is an all points bulletin quickly put out on him.
The police show her pictures of felons which she doesn't recognize and it isn't until they show her pictures of the people who frequent Sparrow's joint that she finds the three others. Again all points bulletins are put out on their pictures.
By this time our four-membered gang is hiding out in the Rocky Mountains. Just another vacationing couple with a friend. Gordon joins them later so as to avoid anybody recognizing him, although he is still wearing the disguise.
The police trace the letter to San Jose and immediately deduct that the travelers are headed south and maybe to Mexico. That is their main area of concentration.
Up north, six bottles of beer and three bottles of good whiskey are being opened and enjoyed.