Chapter 5
Samantha's eyelashes were fluttering as she slowly woke up from her stupor. She started to lift her head, but as she did she could feel the throbbing in her brain.
She looked around the room and saw that she was in the hotel suite of the strange woman who had questioned her earlier. Then she began to lift herself from the floor.
At least this time Samantha wasn't bound and naked as she had been the last time she had been knocked out. She sat up and looked around the room and found that she was alone.
Katrin didn't care about the girl or the room. It was merely a hotel room and Katrin had registered under a false name anyway. She had no intentions of returning to the room and so she felt that it was safe to simply leave the body lying there.
Leaning on the couch, Samantha got up and began to check around. Now, she realized, she was really in a mess. She had no idea where Bridget Shaunessey was and she had no idea where Kristin Gutman was. The only thing that she could do was to wait and see what might happen. But, as a detective, she knew that she had to do more.
It was clear now that the murder of Millie Alquist had meant more than Bridget had said. The beautiful redheaded girl had lied about everything else, so it seemed obvious that she had also lied about Millie's death.
Samantha was turning everything over in the suite. She felt certain that there had to be some clue to the whereabouts or the plans of the evil Katrin Gutman.
She checked everything that she could think to check. There was a pad next to the phone and the top sheet had been torn off. But by rubbing a pencil over the piece of clean white paper she could see what had been written on the sheet that was over it.
Once the words were clear she was disappointed to see that they simply said, "Bratwurst on pumpernickel with sauerkraut on the side."
Then Samantha started to turn over the wastebaskets and she rummaged through the used tissues and the peels of the bananas. She found a newspaper and she noticed that it was open to a particular page and folded back.
Her eyes scanned the page quickly, but it was filled with classified ads and announcements. If Samantha had stopped to read the whole page she would have been standing there all day.
But, then she noticed that something was circled in pencil. It was not that noticeable, but when she actually looked at it she realized that it was there.
The Pacific Princess, a freighter out of Hong Kong, was docking that afternoon. The connections that she made were fast and furious. She realized that there had to be some reason why Katrin Gutman had circled that in the paper.
It seemed obvious to her that the landing dock was the place where Gutman and her gun moll had gone in pursuit of something. Then, Samantha remembered the story about the Lesbian Dildo and she remembered that according to Katrin's accounting of what had happened to the valued piece of erotic art, it had been secured by Bridget Shaunessey in Hong Kong.
Was it possible that the valued dildo was on the boat from Hong Kong?
If Katrin Gutman had reason to believe that, then Samantha also believed it. She rushed out of the hotel, not even certain what direction she would travel, but knowing that she had to get to the dock as fast as she could.
The problem that confronted Samantha was that she didn't even know where she was or what side of town she was on. She had been knocked out when they brought her there and now she had been unconscious for another stretch of time.
Once she found a cab, she had him rush toward the docks. As she was approaching the docks, she saw that there was a blaze coming from that direction.
"Shit, wouldn't you know that that would be the Pacific Princess!" she hissed.
"Are you talkin' to me, lady?" the driver asked.
"Just keep going, driver," she said, as she sat forward in the back seat.
When the cab stopped, she went running toward the blaze. It was the Pacific Princess that was on fire. She found a man who looked like he was in charge of the fire company and she pulled on his sleeve. He turned and snapped, "Step back, lady."
"I have a friend who came in on this boat and I haven't heard from her yet. I'm really worried. I wonder if you've seen her," Samantha said.
"Everyone got off this boat safely. I can assure you that there are no passengers aboard."
"Nevertheless, I wonder if you saw her. She has red hair and freckles. She's not too tall, but she's very cute. You can't miss her."
"If she was on the boat, I assure you that she got off safely!" the man insisted.
It was twenty minutes later that Samantha was in her office. She slumped down into a chair as Effie made some coffee. Then she told Effie about her adventures of the last few days. She told her about the threats of the police lieutenant and about the sex that she had with the beautiful redheaded girl.
Then, to Effie's horror, Samantha told the girl about the large woman and her blonde accomplice who had threatened her with a spiked dildo and had drugged her.
Finally, she told the secretary about the
Lesbian Dildo, the valued object of erotic art that was the subject of the whole search.
"And where do you go from here?" Effie asked in a low tone.
"I don't know, sweetheart. If I knew where to find Bridget Shaunessey or...But, the fact of the matter is that I don't know where any of them are and I'm at a dead end."
Samantha had no idea that the conclusion to her dead end was very close at hand. At the moment it was taking place in a sleazy motel room that was less than ten blocks from her office.
There, in the motel room, Bridget Shaunessey was standing against one wall and looking at an unshaven man who was smiling at her from the middle of the room.
The unshaven man, Captain Jakoby of the Pacific Princess, was holding a heavy package that was wrapped in newspaper. He was grinning at the girl.
"You're not really going to hold me to this," she said, a ring in her voice.
"It's worth more to me than any treasure you could have offered, my little beauty!"
"Doesn't it mean anything to you when I tell you that I am a lesbian?" she asked.
"Sure!" he said, nodding his head. "That means that you don't want to do it. But, that makes it even more exiting to me, my little beauty."
She put her hands over her mouth as she said, "And I don't suppose you even care if I tell you that I've never sucked a...I've never done anything like that before."
In one hand he was still holding the heavy package. With his free hand, he reached down and stroked the growing bulge that was in the front of his pants as he said, "That makes it even more exciting to me. The thought of shoving it in your virgin lesbian mouth!"
Bridget seemed to be shuddering as she said, "How could you ask me to...."
"Now, listen!" he snarled. "When we were in Hong Kong you told me all of this shit! I knew then that you were a dyke and I knew then that you had never sucked a cock before. But, you made a deal with me. You told me that if I would bring this package to San Francisco that you would then suck my dick!"
He stood there waiting for the reaction of the girl and then when there was no reaction, he said, "Here's the package! Now, all you have to do is keep your part of the deal."
When the woman remained leaning against the wall and not doing anything in reaction to what the man said, he snarled, "I'll take this with me in that case. I haven't even opened it, but it might be something that can bring a few bucks in a pawn shop."
"No!" she howled out, horrified at the thought of losing the thing. "I'll...do it."
"On your knees!" he snapped as he reached for the buttons of his fly and felt his throbbing cock that was locked inside of his closed pants.
When the girl fell to her knees, he said, "Wait! There's one other thing that I want."
"Our deal was just that I would suck you off. What else are you asking now?"
"All I want is to have you naked! I want to be able to look at your tits so that I can shoot my load down your hot throat!" the captain said.
"Oh, all right!" she snapped. "Anything to get this over with!"
She pulled her blouse off and then she dropped her skirt to the ground. Quickly she peeled her panties down and she revealed the trim bush of reddish pussy hairs that fringed her cunt lips. She looked beautiful.
"What a waste of a beautiful cunt for a broad like you to be a...."
"Okay!" she hissed. "I'll arrange for you to take the next package that I have to send across the Pacific Ocean and when I do you can fuck my pussy."
The captain laughed and said, "You've got a pretty good sense of humor for a dyke!"
"Let's get this over with," the girl said, eyeing the package nervously.
She fell to her knees in front of the handsome captain as he let his pants fall to his knees. There was a shaft sticking up in his boxer shorts.
As he pulled the shorts away from his body and tugged it down around the hard cock, the thick shaft pointed right at the girl.
She looked at it and pressed her closed lips against the piss slit. As she felt the moisture that was on the cock head, she pulled her lips away.
Reaching up to her mouth she could feel the moisture that was there and she wiped it away.
"Don't toy with it!" Captain Jakoby snapped. "You're the one who wants to get this over with."
"I-I don't know how to do it right!" the girl cried out.
"I'll give you instructions!" he snapped. "But, you better follow each thing that I say."
Bridget looked up at the man with her wide eyes. She didn't give any indication of any reaction to him. He snapped, "Stick out your tongue and lick the head.".
She did as she was told and her tongue slid along the cock head. She felt the thick cream that was oozing from his piss slit as it stuck to her tongue.
"Now slide your tongue all along the side of it. I want you to get it all wet!"
The girl started to lick up and down the cock. She held it gingerly between two fingers and she pressed her tongue firmly against the hot shaft.
When the whole thing was glistening from her saliva, the man sighed, "Now move your tongue down to my balls and make love to them."
"Make love to your balls?" she asked, not sure what to do.
"Open your lips wide and take one of the balls into your mouth, but don't let your teeth touch the testicle that's in there," he sighed.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could, but even when she did that it was an effort to get the ball between her lips. Once she had it in her mouth, she was running her tongue around and around on the wrinkled flesh of the ball sac.
Then her tongue was pressing the firm bit of egg-shaped testicle up against the roof of her mouth. That provoked another sigh from the man.
"Slide your lips off my ball and run your teeth very gently against the ball sac!" he said.
When the girl did that, she could feel the testicle moving inside of the sac at the same time that her teeth were moving against it. There was an action, reaction, cycle going on, since the sensitive testicle was moving in the opposite direction from the girl's teeth.
"Now, stick out your tongue!" he called out to her. "Fast!"
Following his instructions, she thrust her tongue against the hairy and wrinkled flesh. Then the man cried, "Push my balls forward with your tongue. Get your tongue in there behind my balls and start to push at them."
Once again the girl followed his instructions and her tongue was pressing against the moist and hot bit of flesh that was behind his balls.
"Slide your tongue around the side of my balls!" he said. "Make those nuts feel good!"
She moved her tongue slowly around to the side of the ball sacs and soon her tongue was being pressed in by the flesh of the man's balls and his thighs. There was a sweaty area that was locked in between and as the girl licked up that foul sweat, she was cleaning it.
"Now move your mouth back around to the head of my cock!" he said, his voice growing anxious.
The girl opened her mouth wide and moved toward the cock head. As she came to the point where the solid head of the dick was between her lips, the man grabbed the back of her head and pushed her forward with all his might.
"If I feel any of your teeth against my dick meat, you'll get that heavy bundle slammed into your head!" Captain Jakoby warned the girl.
He held on tight to the red hair of the girl and he started to work her head back and forth on his hard cock. She could feel it slamming against the back of her throat each time that he pushed forward into her mouth.
Then she pressed her lips down against the thick dick and she could feel it throbbing between her hungry lips that were unwilling victims to this oral rape.
The flared cock head was rubbing against the roof of her mouth. Each time that the man pushed into the girl's mouth, he could feel the sensitive flesh on the bottom of his cock rubbing over the girl's tongue and getting even more excited than it had been.
Then the man pushed against the back of the girl's throat and he could feel his balls rubbing up against the delicate flesh of her chin. He knew that the end was there.
As his balls pressed up against his body, he could feel the load of gism moving to the base of his cock. The shifting was so powerful that the girl could feel the pressure against her lips that pushed them even further apart.
Then she could feel the splashing against the back of her throat and she tried to swallow down all of the gism that was shooting into her throat.
But, as she tightened her throat muscles around the cock head, she realized that she was pressing her muscles down around the cock head and squeezing even more of the juice out of the man's balls.
There was so much cock juice that it was dribbling out of the girl's mouth.
Finally, when the drained cock was pulled from her lips and she rubbed the back of her hand across her mouth to wipe away the gism that was there, she said, "How long have you been saving that?"
"I knew that I would be coming here, so I wanted to make the most of it!" he said with a laugh.
Then he leaned down and pulled up his shorts and his pants. Just as the girl was reaching for her clothes, she heard the buzzer that indicated that someone was at the door downstairs. She went to the intercom and pressed the button as she asked, "Who's there?"
There was no answer, so she pressed again and in a voice that was more impatient, she asked, "Who is down there?"
"United Parcel. I have a delivery for a Miss Shaunessey!" the voice said.
As Bridget pressed the button to let them into the building, she turned to the captain and said, "You can go now. But, doesn't that show you that things are changing. Even the delivery people at United Parcel are women now."
"B-but," the captain said. "No one knows you're here. Who could have sent you that package?"
Her eyes widened as she grabbed her clothes and held them in front of her. She latched the chain on the door and then she opened the door a little bit so that she could look down the hall. She pulled the door shut fast.
Bridget's worst fears were realized. Katrin Gutman was coming down the hall and there was a small woman right next to her. The beautiful redheaded girl turned to the captain.
"If you're in trouble, Miss Shaunessey, you can count on me to protect you."
"Fuck that!" the girl said. "What I'm worried about is this package." She handed the man the package and gave him the address of Samantha's office, telling him to take the package there. Then she pushed him out of the window onto the terrace.
Captain Jakoby started to climb from one terrace to another, making his way to the ground, as the girl turned to the door when the bell rang.
"Yes!" she said, after a slight pause, wanting to stall for time.
"I have a delivery for Miss Bridget Shaunessey," the voice said.
"Can't you slip it under the door?" she asked, coyly.
"It is too big to slip under the door!" the voice replied, a bit angrily.
"Well, uh," the girl said. "I have to put some clothes on first, and...."
Then the girl heard the lock tumbling and she saw the door being opened. It was a good thing that the chain on the door was latched, otherwise it would have opened immediately.
Bridget screamed out as hands reached in with a pair of large clippers and started to snip at the chain that was holding the door shut. She went to the door and tried to push it shut, but the voice on the other side said, "Get away unless you want your hands shot off."
Then the girl heard two gunshots from the other directions. She turned and went to the window. When she looked out she saw that Captain Jakoby had just landed on the ground below and that he was wrestling a large woman to the ground.
The gun went off again. There was a pause and then Captain Jakoby got up and started running, with the package still intact and two gunshot wounds in his body.
Bridget's heart was racing as she saw this. But, then she realized that there was someone who was standing over her shoulder. She turned and looked into the face of Katrin Gutman.
"He took the dildo with him! Where did he take it?" Katrin snapped.
The girl stepped away from the window as she said, "You haven't found out any other information from me. What makes you think that you're going to get that information?"
Katrin continued to look out of the window for another moment. She saw the prone form of Wilma getting up from the ground and dusting herself off. Then she felt relief that her trusted accomplice was not killed and she turned back to the girl.
"Forgive me for being so rude, my dear," Katrin said to Bridget. Then the large woman pointed to the small woman by the door and said, "This is Joanna Cairo. She is an exotic dancer and is an expert on convincing people to disclose information."
There was a vicious laugh that came from the depths of Joanna's throat.
The tiny beauty moved with the grace of a cat and the viciousness of a panther. She had black hair that was pulled back from her face and she had a lithe body that looked like it could slip through a keyhole if the need arose.
Joanna slithered across the room rather than walking and as she came closer to the redheaded girl she revealed a thick Balkan accent when she said, "I have wanted to get my hands on that dildo for years and no little twerp of a redhead will stand in my way!" Then she cracked her knuckles and blinked her long lashes.
Bridget moved slowly back toward the wall, nervously. She was very self-conscious about the fact that she was nude. She tried to put one hand in front of her breasts and the other hand in front of her pussy snatch, but that did very little to cover her nakedness.
"It will be a pleasure to work on you!" Joanna said in a voice that was breathy and nasal.
"You keep away from me! Don't you come near me!" Bridget cried out.
But, while the redheaded girl's eyes were on the small woman in front of her, Katrin moved from the side and grabbed Bridget's hands behind her back.
"Bring me the shackles!" Katrin snapped at her accomplice.
Joanna hurried to a black bag that she had carried in with her and left by the door. In it she kept all supplies that might be useful in such an instance, including the clippers with which they had snapped the chain of the door.
She came to Katrin's side with the handcuffs and snapped them on the girl's wrists, first pulling her wrists up so that her arms were twisted around her back.
"Now, will you tell us where you have sent the package?" Kristin snarled.
Bridget's lips were clenched shut and her eyes were blazing as she looked at the large woman who was standing over her. She was not going to respond at all.
"Very well!" Kristin hissed as she grabbed Bridget's tits and tossed the girl over. Bridget was then on her stomach, with her breasts pressed down against the floor.
But, Kristin pulled the girl up and then latched the handcuffs to the cord that was running down from the curtains. The girl was dangling at an odd angle with her head about two feet off the ground, but her knees resting on the ground.
That left her bottom sticking up, an easy target for the women behind her.
As Bridget looked over her shoulder, she could see that Joanna was pulling a whip from her black bag. The leather strap was long and thin and very ominous.
"Why don't you save us the trouble of torturing you?" Kristin said. "Just tell us where the package has been sent. That's all that we need to know."
But, Bridget knew that she had to stall for time. She knew Kristin Gutman's ways and she realized that eventually she would tell the large woman where the package had been sent, eventually she would break under the torment.
And yet, if the beautiful and delicate redheaded girl could hold out long, enough then she could give Samantha a chance to take the package away somewhere. She only hoped that Samantha would have the good sense to do that and she hoped that Samantha was still on her side. Now, looking over her shoulder, she saw the whip raised up over Joanna's shoulder.
Slicing quickly through the air, the whip described an arc and came slashing down across Bridget's unblemished, white ass cheeks.
The girl cried out as Katrin repeated, "Tell us where the package was sent?"
Bridget bit into her lower lip to keep from shouting out. She didn't want to give her captors that satisfaction. She knew that she had to keep her secret a little bit longer.
Her lusciously rounded ass cheeks clenched together as she awaited the next slash of the whip. She held her breath in hot anticipation and then she heard the whistling sound as the whip was cutting through the air and racing toward her delicate flesh.