Chapter 3
Samantha opened her eyes. She was in her own bed. It was early in the morning. But she felt that something was wrong and she looked around to try to figure out what it was.
She turned to the window and then she turned to the door. There was nothing that she could really identify as being " wrong. Everything was the way that it always was.
But, then Samantha sat up on the bed. The previous night she had gone to sleep with a beautiful redhead in her arms and now she was alone on the bed.
She listened for a moment. Was it possible that Bridget had gotten up to go to the bathroom? Or to take a shower? Or to cook breakfast?
No! There was no sound in the apartment. There wasn't even any point in Samantha calling the girl's name. She was gone just when Samantha. was looking forward to getting her cunt licked out.
Getting up from the bed, Samantha went over to the mirror and brushed back her wild black hair. Looking at her image in the mirror, she said, "You call yourself a detective and you sleep while someone in the same bed with you gets up and leaves?"
She shook her head and turned away toward the bathroom. But then she stopped and looked back at the mirror as she said, "Unless...Yes! That must be it!"
And, in a flash it hit her. Bridget was a professional. She was involved in some sort of undercover operation. Samantha had no way of guessing what it was, but she knew that Bridget's other stories had all been lies!
Samantha had faith in her professional skills and she knew that only someone who purposely planned to leave and had their own skills could slip out of the bed without getting her attention.
"Shit!" the girl said as she sat down on her bed and felt a little dazed. She had to speak to herself to try to work out the problems that were spinning in her head.
"I don't even know where to find Bridget Shaunessey, if that is her real name. I protected her from the cops when they asked who had hired Millie to watch Thursby. And now she's walked out on me and all I know is that things are more complicated than I dreamed they would be."
Just then the phone rang and Samantha picked it up.
"This is Lieutenant Branigan. I'm calling to ask about that woman named Thursby who was staying in the Frisco Hotel. Do you know anything about her?"
"Nothing," Samantha said as she leaned back on her bed.
"I know two facts about her now and I'd like to find out some more."
"Tell me the two facts that you know, Branigan, and I'll see what I can do beyond that."
"She's the registered owner of the gun that shot Millie Alquist. And she is dead."
"Dead?" Samantha cried out, sitting up on her bed when she heard that.
"She was shot last night. Apparently she was shot close to the time that Millie was shot. I really can't tell which of them was killed first. But, if Thursby was killed first, you'd better watch your step."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Branigan?"
"It just means that if Thursby was killed after Alquist, then it will be easier to pin that rap on Thursby. She's dead anyway. She won't care. But, if Thursby was killed before Alquist, that makes you a prime suspect in the murder."
"Or else there's someone who's going around and killing...." But the lieutenant hung up the phone before Samantha could even finish the sentence.
"Shit!" the girl said as she slammed the phone down and then went to get washed and dressed and ready for the day. She wasn't sure what she was going to do that day, but she knew where she had to begin. She had to solve the murder of her partner.
And, Samantha figured that the first stop in solving any of the mysteries that were going around would have to be to find Bridget Shaunessey, the redheaded beauty who had a habit of disappearing and then turning up at the strangest times.
When Samantha was dressed, she left her apartment and rushed down to the front entrance of her building. She crossed the street and there was a girl there who was trying to light her cigarette with a faulty lighter. She called to Samantha, "Do you have a light, please?"
For a moment, Samantha looked up at the large girl who had sandy hair that was pulled back from her face and was wearing a pantsuit in a dark gray.
"Sure," Samantha said as she reached into her bag for a book of matches.
"Let's turn away from the wind," the large blonde girl said as she touched Samantha's arm lightly.
The black-haired beauty still didn't think anything of it as the girl did that. She didn't notice the large black sedan that was parked right next to her.
But, then the girl with the gray suit hit Samantha over the head with her bag and Samantha collapsed.
Although Samantha was usually very aware of danger around her and was very careful in most situations, there was no way that she could have guessed that the girl in the gray suit had a brick inside of the bag. As Samantha's body slumped to the ground, she never actually reached the ground. The door of the black car opened and Samantha was pulled inside.
When Samantha began to open her eyes it was because there were smelling salts being held under her nose. There was a flutter in her heart before anything else and then her eyelids began to flutter at the same tempo as she looked up.
But, when she tried to move her body, she found that her bound hands and feet could not go anywhere or do anything. She was lying on a comfortable couch and it was only after another moment that she realized she was completely naked.
How strange it was for her to realize that the skin's sense of touch was not sufficiently developed to distinguish the presence of clothes. The only reason that she determined that she was naked was because the plush velvet of the couch was pressing against her ass cheeks. She realized that the feeling of plush velvet was certainly not the feeling of her panties.
As she lifted her head up she looked around the room and she could tell that she was in a luxurious suite. But, there was no one that she could see.
Then, from behind her, she heard a voice saying, "She's awake, boss."
Samantha arched her neck back in an effort to see who was behind her. But, before she even got a look at the face, she knew who it was. She had only heard the voice once before, but she knew that it was the woman in the gray suit.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Samantha snapped-still a little groggy.
The tall woman was holding a gun and pointing it toward Samantha when someone came through the velvet curtains that hid the next room. She was a large woman of slightly fading elegance. Built like an opera singer with breasts that could only be described as expansive, there was a wry smile that was playing on the woman's lips.
"That gun is a bit silly, Wilma," the large woman said to the blonde.
Wilma, in her gray suit, put the gun back in the holster that was inside of her jacket. Then the large woman came closer to the couch and said, "I am Katrin Gutman."
"I'm not gonna say 'Good day!' until I get untied!" Samantha snapped.
"All in good time, my dear," the large woman said with a laugh deep in her enormous chest. "All in good time."
"You must know who I am," Samantha said as she struggled with the bonds. "Unless you go around bopping strangers on the head and stripping them naked."
"Most amusing," Katrin said as she sat in the plush armchair that was opposite Samantha.
There was something strange about the woman's accent. She spoke English without any noticeable accent or slurring of the words, which suggested to Samantha that the woman was taught the language and had learned it well.
"What do you want with me?" Samantha asked, feeling a twitching in her pussy because she was so sexually vulnerable to these two large women who were her captors.
"All we want is some information about Bridget Shaunessey. We want to know her whereabouts!" Katrin said in a calm voice as if she were asking about the weather.
"Why do you want to know about Bridget Shaunessey?" Samantha said with a snarl.
"That is for me to know and for you to...heh, heh, wonder about!"
"You've got quite a sense of humor, fat lady!" Samantha snapped.
With one move that was surprising for a woman her size, Katrin got up from her chair, came close to the bound form on the couch and slapped the girl across the face as she said, "I am big-boned! There are many men who like big-boned women!"
There was a sly smile that played across Wilma's lips and Samantha could tell that it was not men that Katrin was interested in.
Then Katrin played with her short-clipped hair and sat down again as she said, "And, yes, I do have a sense of humor. I can afford to. I'm not the one who is tied up!"
"Maybe I don't know anything about Bridget Shaunessey," Samantha said.
"Oh, come now!" Katrin said. "We know that she went into your apartment last night. If it hadn't been for the fact that Wilma fell asleep on duty, we would have caught her leaving."
Samantha looked over to the tall blonde who said, "I'm sorry, boss."
"Not now, Wilma!" Katrin said with a wave of her hand. Then, turning to Samantha, she hissed, "Now, are you going to tell us where Bridget is, or will we have to get rough?"
"Maybe I don't happen to know where she is!" Samantha said.
There was a quick move of Katrin's head and then Wilma went over to Samantha. Katrin snapped her fingers and Wilma handed the other woman her gun.
"You will not try anything foolish, my dear," Katrin said, still sitting in her chair and pulling on her fingers. "I am a very good shot, and will certainly be able to kill you, no matter how close you and Wilma are at any given moment."
With a coy smile playing on her lips, Samantha said, "But if you kill me, you won't be able to get any information on the whereabouts of Bridget Shaunessey."
"Very astute of you, my dear," Katrin said. "But, now you've told us that you do know where Miss Shaunessey is and that sets a different light on everything."
Wilma produced a long dildo that had metal spikes beginning about five inches down the length of it. The first row of metal spikes were hardly more than studs, but the next row was an inch further down on the dildo and they were protruding a half inch. There were three more rows of spikes and each one was longer than the last.
The final row of spikes, ten inches down on the dildo, right next to the base of it, had spikes that were a full inch and a half in length and pointy, sharp metal.
It was clear to Samantha that if the entire ten inches of the dildo went into her pussy and that final row of spikes pressed into the delicate flesh that fringed her cunt lips, she would be killed by the vicious ripping of the hard metal against her.
But, with the professional training that she had, Samantha did not let any of the fear show in her eyes. She just remained lying there as Wilma pressed the hard surface against her cunt lips.
Samantha took a deep breath as Katrin said, "Why don't you save us the trouble, my dear?"
When she saw that the black-haired beauty was not responding, Katrin nodded to Wilma. The girl with the blonde hair pulled back from her face, smiled and chuckled a little with pleasure.
There was no way that Samantha could escape. Although Wilma had spread her legs so that she could get the dildo into her spread slit. Samantha's hands were still tied up. And, Wilma was leaning down on the woman's legs, to keep her from getting free.
As the slick and dry metal pressed into her cunt and spread her pussy lips further apart. Samantha felt the agony that was coursing through her body.
"I advise you to speak up before the first row of spikes gets to your cunt lips!" Katrin warned.
Samantha said, "Look, I slept right through. Last night she gave me no indication that she was going to leave. I don't know why she left this morning."
"Keep pushing the dildo into her body, Wilma!" Katrin commanded.
Wilma looked up at her boss with wide eyes as she asked, "Can I...."
"Go right ahead!" Katrin said with a deep and throaty laugh, not needing to hear the rest of the request.
As Samantha remained on her back, watching the blonde girl stripping off her clothes, the large woman in the chair chuckled, "I must permit Wilma her little pleasures!"
Wilma peeled her panties down and revealed a downy tuft of pussy hairs that were fringing her cunt lips. She had a statuesque body that was large, but perfectly feminine and proportioned.
Then the blonde girl quickly mounted the black-eyed beauty's body and grasped the dildo once again. She began to turn the dildo and Samantha could feel the cold touch of the metal studs that were pressing against the hot and moist flesh of her pussy lips.
She shuddered in reaction to the contact. Then the cold spikes began to press further and further into her body. Samantha shut her eyes and kept in mind that they were only metal studs. She knew that they could not do any real harm to her body. But the real harm was close at hand.
"Look!" she cried out. "I'm telling you the truth! She came to spend the night with me last night, but when she left I was sound asleep!"
"One more row!" Katrin said, standing up from her chair. "I want her to feel the spikes!"
Wilma kept on working the hard dildo into the delicate slit and she was pressing forward the base of the thing. She pushed the next row of spikes into the girl's slit.
Samantha gasped as she felt the sharply pointed projectiles sticking into her flesh and then scraping along the delicately moist flesh as they worked their way in.
Katrin was standing directly over the girl as she snapped, "Now, what were you saying?"
"I'm telling you the truth!" Samantha cried out. "I don't know where Bridget went!"
In a calm voice, as if she were ordering a cheeseburger, Katrin said, "One more row, Wilma!"
The next row of spikes was getting very close to the deadly ones. They were sticking up a little farther from the thick dildo and they were very sharply pointed and sticking into Samantha's flesh as they pushed deeper into her slit.
Samantha could feel the terrible-points jabbing into her flesh and as they pushed further into her body, they were pulling on her cunt lips.
"Now, what do you say, my dear?" Katrin asked in the same calm tone.
Gritting her teeth together and looking up clearly into the eyes of the large woman, Samantha grunted, "I told you before that I didn't even know where she had gone and that I had no idea of where she had gone!"
There was a long pause. Samantha felt a warmth down inside of her pussy and she felt certain that the evil woman had already drawn blood from her cunt flesh. But, she also knew that the next jab of the spiked dildo would draw more than a little blood.
After that long pause, Katrin said, "I believe you! I don't believe that anyone would be fool enough to play with me at this point, my dear."
"Good!" Samantha said. "Now, will you get this turd off my body!"
"Who the fuck do you think you're calling a turd?" Wilma said in a nasty tone.
"Now, now!" Katrin said as she sat down in her large chair again. "Wilma, as I said, needs to be given her pleasures as well!"
Wilma laughed and Samantha called out, "Wh-what? What are you talking about?"
But, before she could say anything else, the bound girl realized that the large blonde girl was sitting on her face and pressing her pussy lips down against her mouth.
"Give me that tongue, you bitch!" Wilma called out.
Samantha obstinately held her mouth shut, despite the fact that the large blonde girl was cutting off her air with the pressure of her pussy and her ass.
"I want that tongue, damn you!" Wilma said as she reached around and pinched Samantha's boobs.
Then the black-haired girl, whose vision was obscured by the girl who was sitting on her face, heard the large woman getting up from her chair and coming toward them. Samantha could not see anything, but she could feel a little movement against the dildo that was still stuffed up into her pussy to the third row of metal spikes.
"Wouldn't it be easier for you, my dear," Katrin said in her slow and elegant way. "To simply stuff your tongue up into the pussy instead of having the rest of this spiked dildo shoved inside of you to rip you up."
There was a pause. Samantha could feel the pressure on the dildo and she could feel a little movement as it was jiggled from side to side. She felt certain that the woman really wasn't going to force the rest of the dildo the rest of the way into her slit, but at the same time she wasn't in the mood to take that chance.
Samantha had already eaten enough pussies in her time. This one additional one would not matter that much.
Her lips parted slowly and slipped against the cunt flesh. Then the moist flesh that was on the inside of her lips came in contact with the wrinkled flesh of the cunt lips.
She thrust her tongue up and she could immediately feel the moisture that was on the pussy lips.
Then, before Samantha even realized what was happening, the girl who was on top of her spread her legs even wider and managed to spread her cunt lips apart.
It was as though Samantha's tongue was caught up in the spread pussy. Then the cunt Ups that had latched onto the mouth muscle pulled at the tender morsel.
Samantha felt her tongue being tugged up into the pussy and she could feel the pressure of the moisture that was surrounding her unwilling mouth muscle.
The moist flesh was pulling and pushing at the tongue and even though Samantha was really not doing a thing, she was giving the woman a tongue lapping because of the movement that was being exerted by the walls of the pussy slit.
Wilma was so anxious for the contact that her cunt was already juicing up and drooling down onto the tongue as she pressed her legs together and rubbed them on both sides of the dark-haired beauty's face. She dug her nails into the girl's cheeks.
Then Samantha felt something even stronger pulling at her tongue and she knew that the large blonde was having her first spasm. The delicate and sensitive flesh that was all around Wilma's pussy slit was clasping onto the invading tongue and pulling it up so that Samantha thought her tongue was going to be pulled out of her mouth.
There was a flow of thick pussy juice that was drooling down Samantha's tongue.
And then Wilma finally pulled her body up from Samantha's face and sighed softly. Samantha was still tied up as Wilma pulled her clothes on. She wished that her hands were free because she could feel the pussy juice that was sliding down her cheek and chin.
Once Wilma was completely dressed, Katrin, who was sitting in her chair once more, said, "Well, Samantha, perhaps you can be helpful to us."
"Helpful? How about untying me first and then talking about it?"
Katrin laughed and said, "Wilma, you might remove the spiked dildo from her pussy."
Wilma reached down and tugged the hard, spiked thing out of Samantha's pussy in a very indelicate way. Then she reached for Samantha's hands and untied them.
Samantha quickly got up to a sitting position. Once she had rubbed her wrists for a moment, she reached down and pressed her fingers against her pussy lips. She found that the warm feeling was only from the pressure and that there really wasn't any blood there.
Then she looked up at Katrin and said, "Do you want to give me my clothes?"
"I'm getting great pleasure out of looking at you like that, my dear," Katrin said with her deep-throated laugh. "But, I suppose that I must." Then she snapped her fingers.
Wilma brought the clothes in from the other room and as Samantha was dressing, the large blonde woman stood nearby with her gun in her hand.
"Now, perhaps we could talk about the ways in which you can be helpful to me."
"Helpful? I'm not crazy about being helpful to people who hold guns on me!" Samantha snapped.
"A good point, my dear," Katrin said as she snapped her fingers toward Wilma.
It was hardly much better. Wilma stuffed her gun into her holster, but she kept her hand inside of her jacket so that she could keep her fingers on the revolver.
"What's the deal now? What do you want with me and what do you want with Bridget?"
"I see that you're on a first name basis with Miss Shaunessey!" Katrin said, coyly.
"Cut the bull!" Samantha said, snapping her fingers.
"I am the one who shall ask the questions here. How much do you know about Miss Shaunessey and her mission?" Katrin said, her eyes narrowing to little slits.
"I know a lot of different things that I've heard, but I don't know which things are the truth and which are lies!" Samantha said in a low and even voice.
Katrin began to laugh in a loud and raucous way as she said, "Very good! That is an advisable thing when one is dealing with Miss Shaunessey."
Samantha had felt from the beginning that beautiful Bridget was a liar. Now she had used that one bit of information to make her appear more intelligent than she really was.
"What has she told you about the dildo?" Katrin asked in a low hiss.
The black-haired detective did not want to appear to be stupid and she didn't want to seem like a dupe. She really didn't know a thing that was going on and yet she didn't want Katrin to know how little she knew. She wanted to get information from Katrin.
And so, Samantha chose her words carefully as she said, "She didn't tell me that it was a dildo."
"A dildo? It is hardly just a common, ordinary, household dildo!" Katrin snapped. "You mean to say that she hasn't told you that the center of this whole mission is the fabled dildo that we have all been trying to get."
Now, Samantha had infinitely more information than she had before. But, she was still fishing for additional information and so she said, "I knew that it was something valuable, but she never gave me the details of what it was."
"Details!" Katrin said. "Have you ever heard of the fabled Greek Isle of Lesbos?"
"Sure! The Isle of Lesbos is where they get the name Lesbian from. That was supposed to be where the whole thing began. Lesbians were the women who came from Lesbos and so today the name means any women who like to do it with other women."
"What a culture they had on that island!" Katrin said, dreamily. "They had their own kingdom for a short time. It was populated by the most wondrous women from all of Greece. But, since the women alone could not reproduce their species, the kingdom was kept alive by runaway women who came from the rest of Greece to live on the island."
"It sounds like a real dreamland, but what does that have to do with this?" Samantha asked.
"There was great wealth on Lesbos in those days. Until...Well, who knows what might have happened? Who knows how great the wealth and the kingdom...I mean, the queendom, might have grown, had it not been for a plague!
"Once the population was almost wiped out, the men came from the mainland and destroyed the rest of them. But, of all of the loot that they took from the island, the most wonderful was the Lesbian Dildo, a jewel-encrusted wonder!"
"The Lesbian Dildo?" Samantha asked. "That's the actual...."
"It was the special dildo which the queen of the island used as her sceptre. Imagine this! It was fourteen inches long and about six inches around. It was made of precious metals and there were valuable stones inlaid all along the length of it."
"What happened to the dildo?" Samantha asked, sitting forward on the couch.
"It was taken from Greece by the invaders from Rome. Then it was lost. But, for many generations it was underground in the ruins of Pompeii. When it was found again it was placed in the Vatican Museum. But it was stolen from that museum.
"Then it traveled around from hand to hand until it came into the possession of a dutch collector who covered it with a coat of black enamel to keep it safe. But, with the advent of the Second World War the dildo disappeared again.
"But, a Turkish collector was able to see through the coat of enamel when he happened upon it in an antique shop in Antwerp. He took it and had it in Constantinople where I had finally traced it. But, then when I got to him in Constantinople...."
"Then, what? What happened in Constantinople?" Samantha asked, anxiously.
"He was killed and his house was ransacked. Of course the Lesbian Dildo was gone!" Katrin said in a depressed voice. "But, then I heard that it had fallen into the hands of a Russian colonel who was living in Hong Kong. I immediately went to Hong Kong.
"The colonel had no idea of the worth of the wonderful thing, but he was stubborn and he refused to sell it. Finally I sent two of my agents to help convince Colonel Krazinsky to hand over the dildo. Those two agents were Miss Shaunessey and Miss Thursby."
"And, what happened?" Samantha asked. "Did they succeed in getting it?"
Katrin nodded her head slowly and realized that with that question, Samantha really didn't know as much as she would have liked to have known.
"My goal now is to get the dildo from Miss Shaunessey," Katrin said.
"And what will my cut be for helping you?"
Samantha asked as she leaned back.
"Let us say twenty-five thousand...." When Katrin let her voice trail off, she cleared her throat and said, "Or perhaps ten percent of whatever I get for it."
"And what might that figure be?" Samantha asked.
Leaning forward, Katrin said, "I will tell you a minimum figure and you must believe me, my dear, when I say that it is a true estimate of the worth of the object." There was a long pause and then Katrin said, "One-million dollars."
Samantha whistled between her teeth and said, "Then ten percent of that would be a hundred thousand dollars. But, you said that was the minimum. What's the maximum?"
"I don't even dare to guess, my dear. There is no limit to the value of that wonderful dildo."
There was a long moment while Samantha was thinking and then Katrin poured her a drink, Samantha began to sip at the drink as she said, "But, in fact, you don't own the dildo. The dildo is owned by that Russian colonel in Hong Kong."
"A mere technicality!" Katrin said as she waved her hands. "You might just as well say that the dildo was owned by the Vatican Museum or by the Dutch collector or by the
Greek invaders. The only true owners of the dildo were the daughters of the Isle of Lesbos and, as you well know, we are the true daughters of the Lesbian women!"
As Samantha stood up, she felt a little dizzy. She turned toward Katrin and was about to accuse her of drugging her drink, but before she could even say that she fell to the floor.
Once the black-haired beauty had passed out on the floor, the tall blonde woman who was holding onto her gun sighed, "Can I have her again, boss? Can I make her eat my pussy again?"
"You've already had your pleasure for the day, Wilma!" Katrin said. "Just leave her lying where she is. You and I have work to do!"