Chapter 14
Mac couldn't forget Claudie. He had really felt bad about selling her to those freaks and he couldn't shake off his guilt. The return trip on the plane had not been exactly friendly. He had barely spoken a word to his partner, Larry. Larry still hadn't forgiven Claudie for that conk on his head with the ash tray. He was glad the bitch was out of his way.
When they had come in for the landing, Mac turned to Larry.
"That was my last trip, partner. We worked out real well together but this time it just got to me. I felt real bad for that young kid. She was sort of nice, and probably had a boy friend or two in the city. It was wrong of us to do it."
"What's the matter with you. You getting soft or something. She was just like any other bitch and is probably enjoying herself now more than she ever did before. It she had a boy friend you saved him from a lot of trouble. That little piece was hot as hell. She wouldn't have stuck to one guy for longer than he could pay for the services." Larry sure as hell hated the girl. Mac couldn't understand why.
"There ain't anything more to be said. Sorry Larry, but that's all. I'm going to get some nice straight job and try to forget about it. The whole thing's given me a headache."
"If there's nothing I can say to change your mind I'm sorry. We really worked good together. Call me in a few days and let me know what's happening."
They left each other at the private airport and went their separate ways home. And a few days later Mac did make a call. Not to Larry, ... but to the police.
It was an anonymous tip. That's all. He didn't want to get in trouble and certainly didn't want to drag Larry in. But the cops picked up on it fast. There had been strange rumors about that mountain in New Mexico going around. Reports of airplanes landing every few days, and a few too many people had disappeared lately. Nothing to really put your finger on but enough to make you wonder. A day later they decided to investigate.
That was the sound that Claudie and the girls heard. And a mixture of hope and fear shot through them all like a bullet. No one on the mountain used a car, and there must have been at least three to make a noise like that.
Quickly the girls removed all evidence of their guilt. The dripping dildo was pulled out of Sofia's rigidly clamped cunt, and the girl on the table pulled herself free of Marcellus and stood up. Then they worked out a simple story.
They have revolted. No one could blame them for that. They had plenty of prisoners to testify to the fact. Those killed in battle would not be held against them. On the contrary it would serve to imprison for a long time all those living on the mountain. They would say that Marcellus and Sofia had been locked in the room after the fight, and when they had come in to check on them they had seen their two bodies hanging from ropes.
The cars pulled up outside the building and when they knocked and no one answered they forced the door open. Claudie and Rhea came running out when they heard the hinges crack. They knew that no one living on the mountain would have done that. They were so excited by the prospect of rescue that they forgot all their fears and troubles. The past was already being forgotten as they thought about their return to the world. Freedom!
Two plainclothesmen walked up to them and stared hard. It was then that they remembered they were naked. And the dragon on Rhea's tits must certainly have looked strange to say the least.
"What the hell is going on here?" one of them said.
"Oh, thank God," Claudie murmured, and grateful for their presence she and Rhea poured out the entire story to the amazement of all the listening men. They carefully told the version of the two deaths just the way they had planned it and were relieved when the policemen didn't ask them any questions about it.
"Where are they, miss?" the younger of the two plainclothesmen asked. And the girls almost danced their way to the room. It must have been rough on the men to watch their pert little asses jiggling right in front of their disbelieving eyes, but they managed to control themselves. After all, business before pleasure, and they thought that the girls had certainly had enough pleasure to last them a lifetime if their story had been even halfway true.
Everything was taken care of. Everyone on the mountain was hauled away for questioning and all the slaves were told to go home but not move anywhere without notifying the police. They were driven into town, and were a pretty strange sight dressed in togas. But their relief was so great that they didn't think about how they looked for one second.
Claudie immediately called her office. The receptionist answered and she asked for Mr. Wolff.
"Who's calling please," said the nasal competent voice on the other end of the long distance call.
"Tell him Claudie," she answered. And then she waited breathlessly for him to come on. What could she tell him. How would he react. She'd have to tell him the whole story sooner or later, and she was afraid of it changing his feelings for her. "Men don't like the idea of their women sleeping around," she thought. "Even if it was rape." She'd know pretty soon whether or not he really loved her.
"Good God, Claudie, where in Heaven's name have you been," and there he was on the other end, only concern and hurt in his voice.
"Oh Stephen, come get me. It's such a long story and I'm so very tired."
"Where are you baby," he said.
"Believe it or not New Mexico," she told him.
Something in her voice made him stop asking questions.
"I'll get the next flight out honey, and I'll be there in a few hours. Can you meet me at the airport?"
"Oh yes, Stephen and thank you so much," she started to cry. All her hopes and fears, and all her pent up emotion just bubbled over.
"Don't worry about a thing darling. Go get yourself a hot cup of coffee and sit tight. I'll take care of everything.
Choking back her sobs, she hung up the phone and leaned forward a minute against the booth. He was so good to her. Why did she ever treat him as badly as she did. "Let him get here soon," she murmured, and the thought of seeing him again in a few hours gave her back the necessary strength.
She went out and found Rhea waiting for her. "We have to be back next month for a preliminary hearing. But I've got some good news anyway. The cops are afraid of what this story will do to their reputation, and the press has agreed to give a very modified version to the public. No names, and just the barest details. Maybe after a while we can forget about all this and get back to living some kind of a normal life."
Neither of the girl's could believe this, but it didn't even matter. Rhea's sister was flying down to meet her, and would probably be on the same flight as Stephen.
They saw themselves suddenly in the eyes of the rest of the world. Togas were a little out of date, and something had to be done about that dragon on Rhea's bust.
"Let's grab a hotel room and get cleaned up before they meet us," Rhea suggested. And Claudie thought it was a fine idea.
On the way to the hotel they stopped at a chic looking dress shop and picked up a couple of simple but attractive shifts. It felt so good to be in normal clothes again that they didn't even care about the stares they got from the proprietress. They decided to keep their togas as a remembrance of how bad things could really get, and whenever they were feeling sorry for themselves in the future they'd have a good reminder, one to make them grateful for everything that thy did have.
Then they checked into the hotel and got ready for the world.