Chapter 7
Malbin trembled with fury as he rode in the cab toward his destination. He would more than likely be ruined after this, but his anger and even fear, washed all that concern from his mind.
He still could not believe what he had heard, still could not believe what Karen Bruce had told him. Perhaps she was insane, after all, for she certainly was not completely in her right mind, anymore.
It had been difficult to track her down. After Darla James had brushed off his attempts to warn her, and refused to see him anymore, he felt his only chance lay in finding the lovely young red head that had first told him of this strange group of men and their violent desires.
When he realized that Michael Horden enjoyed the same kind of pleasures that Karen told him Steven Devane did, he had been frightened to his very soul. It was obvious to him that the connection went much further between the two men, than any one else thought.
To him, there was only one possible explanation to this mystery. Michael Horden was part of the secret organization, perhaps even its head. It was not a mere thought, it was entirely possible, given the man's money and aims.
Malbin had spent the whole of August, trying hard to track down the young red head. She seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth, and only chance gave him the opportunity to find her.
He spotted her picture in a newpaper article reviewing a new mental hospital they were opening in the country. There was no doubt it was her, and had he not been looking for the latest baseball scores, he probably would never have noticed it.
She was in the private place, under the care of exclusive doctors, and Malbin knew before he even started out to the place, that he would have to sneak in, if he ever wanted to see her.
She had a private room, of course, and he waited until well after midnight before he scaled the wall of the hospital and made his way through the corridors in search of her. He was surprised he had been able to climb the walls at all, and quite tired by the time he found the room with her name on the door.
It was unlocked, and he slipped in quietly, making his way to her bed. She came awake, screaming and he covered her mouth with his hand, hissing at her to keep quiet.
"You help me, and I'll help you," he hissed. "I want some answers, Karen. If they are the right ones, I'll get you out of here!"
She sobbed. "It won't do any good, they're everywhere," she moaned. "You can't escape them, any more than I can!"
"Bullshit," Malbin hissed. "The only reason they have power, is because they're secret. If I expose them in time, they'll be finished!"
The girl groaned, shaking her head, wildly. "I just want to rest, please, just let me rest," she wailed softly. "I can't think straight."
"You don't have time to rest," Malbin hissed, shaking her violently. "Come on, we're getting out of here!"
He knew that she would not be able to tell him anything while they were in the hospital, so he pulled her out of the bed and hurried her down the corridors. Once they were out on the grounds, he raced toward the walls, pushing her ahead of him.
They got back to the city in the car he had borrowed from a friend, and he took her to his apartment, promising her that she would be safe. She sat on his sofa, sneering at him in contempt.
"I'm not going to tell you anything," she snarled. "Why should I betray the man who loves me, the man that knows how to give me what I need!"
Malbin stared at her, shaking with rage. She seemed to be totally in the grip of whatever had happened to her, now, no longer able to tell when she was under someone else's control. He had to break the hold they had on her, and it came to him, then, that there was only one way possible to do that.
Feeling an aching despair coming over him, that he fought to keep under control, he went to the kitchen and got the three lengths of rope he had used on Darla James. When he returned, he held them just inches from Darla's face.
"I'm going to make you my captive, bitch," he hissed at her. "Fm going to tie you up and do what I want with you, understand?"
Instantly, Karen's eyes lit up with excitement and she began to shiver with the prospect of her bondage. She leaned back against the sofa, shuddering, as if she could already feel the lovely ropes around her hands and feet.
She was wearing a hospital pair of pajamas and Malbin reached down, pulling her to her feet by her collar. He spun her around and ripped the top free with a savage pull, throwing her to the floor from the sheer force of his actions.
She moaned, her throat trembling with anticipation as the big, heavy man reached down and gripped the waist band of her bottoms with his big, meaty paw. He tugged viciously again, and she screamed in delight as it came off her body.
She shivered in her nakedness now, seeing the glare of anger and excitement in Malbin's eyes. She nodded wildly, moaning as if in pain. "Yes, now, bind me, now," she groaned. "Let me have the rope, let me have it, please!"
"I'll let you have it, cunt," Malbin snarled, reaching down again and grabbing hold of her wrists. "I'm really going to let you have it, now!"
He wound the length of cord around her slender wrists and knotted it as tightly as he could. Her face was etched in ecstasy as the rope bit into her flesh, and the young woman shuddered as he quickly lashed her ankles in the same manner.
He pulled her to her feet then, and pushed her into the bedroom. There was a hanging plant beside his open window, and he pulled it down. He closed the shade and looped the third strand of rope through her wrists then bound her to the hook that the plant had been hanging from.
In a few seconds, she was standing barely on her toes, her body straining against the hook as he stood behind her, breathing heavily. She shivered with excitement, nodding wildly once more.
"Ohh, God, yes, do it to me, Master," she sobbed, twisting and turning in an attempt to excite him even more. "Do it, please, I beg you! I can't resist, now, I am your captive slave!"
Malbin found an old garden hose in the closet and he cut a length of it off, slapping it against his palm. He approached her, trying hard to keep a savage look on his face and a cold glare in his eyes.
"If I give you what you desire, will you talk?" he said coldly. "If you don't then I won't give you all that you wish, bitch!"
"Anything, Master, anything," she moaned. Her voice was so clearly that of a wild and crazed person, that Malbin's heart ached as he realized what he must do. "You know what I need and want, Master! I am yours, give it to me now!"
Karen Bruce threw her head back, her long, lovely red hair washing back and forth across her shoulders, erotically, now. Her firm, full buttocks were quivering enticingly, and her long, sleek thighs trembling with promise.
Malbin hated himself in that moment, for being about to use her so viciously, but it was the only chance he had, he reasoned, to get to the bottom of this thing.
Viciously, now, he cracked the rubber hose against her shoulders. The wet slap rang loudly in his ears, mingling with her scream of painful delight as he struck the savage blow.
She twisted and turned against her helplessly bound hands, kicking her dainty feet back and forth. He could see her moving her ankles and hands to make the pain and reality of them being bound more certain, and he moaned as he struck her again.
"You'll talk, bitch, you will," he hissed, gathering his energy and will, and cracking the hose hard against her tender bottom once more. "You belong to me, understand, no one but me, now!"
The wet sound of the hose striking her flesh was damning in Malbin's ears, but he tried to ignore it as he beat her hard with the wicked tool. He lashed at her thighs with the hose, and smashed it as hard as he dared at the base of her spine.
Each blow seemed to excite her all the more, and she trembled with delight as he continued the cruel, violent attack. Her body jerked spasmodically with every blow, and her voice was broken and spent as the man rained the blows down on her.
Malbin saw the deep red welts rising up on her flesh and it sickened him deeply. His own loins were rumbling with excitement again, and he was thankful for that, for the first time, for it allowed him to continue with this sickening attack.
His cock was beginning to throb painfully as he brought the hose down against her lovely buttocks again. She laughed with delight, quivering at the effects of the blow, wiggling her cheeks in a saucy manner to invite yet another savage lash.
"Umm, it's wonderful, Master, wonderful," she moaned, trembling visibly, with her exquisite agony. "More, ohh, I need more of this, please!"
Malbin brought the rubber hose down on her in a frenzy, now. His passion was mounting rapidly as he saw the damage he was inflicting, and his balls were churning with the hot come that bubbled around them, fiercely, now.
His breath was labored and forced, then, harsh, quick sobs as he cracked the hose against her flesh again and again. The sound of it crashing into her was all but overcome by her loud, fierce cries of ecstasy.
Now, he dropped the hose to the floor and lifted her off the hook. He threw her to the floor, brutally and she moaned as she banged down hard on her side. He stood over her, sneering cruelly, digging his toe into her belly to flip her over on her back.
"You want my cock, bitch?" he snarled at her savagely. "Do you want to have my prick, now, you slave?"
She moaned, her face etched in pain, but her eyes fierce and wild with excitement. "Yes, yes, please," she gasped greedily. "But don't be kind to me, now, I am too helpless for kindness. Do something brutal, I beg you, now!"
Malbin stared at her intently, then he laughed and pulled her up to her knees by her long, luxurious mane. He slapped her across the face a number of times, then dragged her along the floor to the bed.
He sat down on the bed and forced her to to kneel in front of him. "You want my cock, bitch, you're gonna get it," he chuckled cruelly. "But you're gonna take it in your mouth, cunt!"
He could see that the idea delighted her and he held her head firmly between his hands, forcing her face into his groin. Instantly, her mouth began to roam over his shaft, kissing and licking his flesh in a frenzied manner.
He moaned in pleasure as he felt her lips riding over the length of his tool, kissing and nibbling at him with her even white teeth. He gasped as she reached the root of his shaft and began to nibble on the hard, hairy sack that contained his balls.
"Take them in your mouth, cunt," he snarled at her. "I want you sucking on me good, slave, you have no other choice!"
Eagerly, she moved her lips over his nuts and opened her mouth wide. She gathered the hot, throbbing bag into her oral chamber with her tongue and locked her teeth against his flesh, greedily.
She lashed at the imprisoned stones with her tongue, then, knocking them back and forth in her mouth, while sucking on them hungrily. He groaned and shuddered, bucking spasmodically, as the beautiful red head worked feverishly on his throbbing balls.
As she bore down on the captured nuts, Malbin began to sway from left to right, jerking and gasping as the pleasure increased in his aching groin. He rocked her head from left to right, thrilled, also now, by the way she was unable to do anything other than what pleased him.
She licked and lathered his balls, hungrily, slashing at them with her tongue, while blowing hot currents of vibrating air against his aching stones. Clearly, she was more than excited by what she was doing to him. She hummed softly, tugging her head from left to right, completely enthralled by the helplessness of her position.
He pulled on her hair, then, yanking her mouth up from his pounding nuts. "Suck my prick, now, bitch," he snarled at her. "Suck it good and hard. I want to come in your mouth, slave!"
Eagerly she followed his command and worked her mouth back up along the throbbing length of his shaft. His huge, pounding helmet quivered against her lips as she kissed it, then he sobbed wildly as she quickly sucked it into her mouth.
He felt her drawing more and more of his meat into her moist, warm chamber with her tongue, and he bucked forward, slithering the tool into the creamy, hot passage of her velvet throat. The softness of her taut, wet tunnel was unbelievable and he gasped as she quickly buried the cock completely in her silken canal.
Clearly, she loved being forced to do this, for she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, wildly, twisting and turning her lips and teeth' against his tortured flesh as she went along.
Malbin shuddered and gasped with every delightful stroke that she took. His balls were throbbing savagely now, and his cock felt as if it was growing to twice its size under her powerful assault.
Faster and harder she pumped the spear into her mouth. He could feel her throat muscles gripping and kneading him, urging him on. She lathered every inch of the plunging spear with her tongue and dragged her teeth along his flesh as she went up and down on him, relentlessly.
He gasped thickly as her lovely mouth sucked on him wildly, and the powerful, aching desire seemed to be consuming him. He could barely see now, for the pleasure he was experiencing and deep in his balls, the rumbling of an orgasm burst forth in his loins.
He cried out as the hot come began to tear from his nut bag and blast along the length of his throbbing manhood. The young woman sucked even harder on his spurting tool, trying to pull as much of the hot, creamy fluid out of him as possible.
Again and again he bucked into her, powering the bursting weapon to the depths of her silken passage. He twisted and turned in savage pleasure, the searing agony of his climax racing through his flesh uncontrollably now.
"God, God, that's good," he moaned, jerking violently once more, in delight. "Yeah, swallow that come, bitch, swallow every drop!"
Again and again the fevered liquid shot from his rod and the girl eagerly drank every drop that she could. By the time he was finished climaxing in her mouth, he felt as weak as a kitten, completely drained of all passion whatsoever.
He pushed her away and she fell back on the rug, quivering with the ecstasy of having been used by him. He stared at her for a moment, then placed his foot on her shoulder and turned her over on her back.
"Now, let's you and I have a little talk, shall we?" he said, coldly.
As he reached his destination, now, he still could not believe all that she had told him. But he had called Howard Jarvis' office and found out that he was indeed going to a small party at the ambassador's.
It was no wonder, Malbin thought, grimly, that the man did not want him hunting down Karen Bruce. He sighed, a part of him hoping he was wrong, as he paid the driver of the cab and climbed out.
He was carrying a small tape recorder and an equally small movie camera. He took the service elevator, to Michael Horden's penthouse apartment, then used his set of master keys he got from a friend who was a thief and let himself in.
He could hear voices in the apartment, and it did not take him long to track them down. His worst fears were confirmed as he saw the blank wall behind the tapestry, obviously concealing a hidden chamber.
He carefully ran his hands over the wall until he came to the hidden button then slipped inside as it came free. He walked quickly down the long tunnel to the light that streamed from a room, and had to put his fist to his mouth as he saw what was happening inside.
He had arrived just in the middle of Darla's savage beating at the hands of Howard Jarvis, and as much as he wanted to burst into the room, he held his temper and rage and set up his equipment, instead.
All through the initiation ceremony, he keep the tape and film running. He had almost twenty minutes of it in the can, by the time Jarvis had finished raping Darla in the asshole.
"We are ready to go out and gather our power, now," intoned Michael Horden. His eyes swept around the room, and Malbin jumped back just in time. "We are ready to put our plans into effect!"
My ass, Malbin thought, peering around the door. He ached to burst into the room and free Darla from her agonized position, but it was clear to him, that she was in no way hating it whatsoever.
He began to run the tape and film again, leaning in with the camera and mike as Michael Horden continued.
"All of us know our tasks. We shall gather more members for the Brotherhood, put our women slaves to work seducing powerful men. I outline it this simply, so that all of you will understand," the man hissed.
"There can be no failure, this time, no turning from our sacred task," he barked "The world belongs to the Brotherhood, only to the Brotherhood!"
The men began to chant in praise and cheering now, and Malbin ran the last of the camera's film over them, making sure he got all the faces of the men in the room. He stepped inside the door and frozen when he heard Michael Horden's cry.
"Stop him, stop the intruder," shouted the big, muscular man. "He will destroy us! Stop him, now."
Malbin turned and raced down the corridor, fear raging in his breast as he fled from the charging pack of men. He slipped behind the wall and raced to the door of the apartment.
Once outside, he ran to the elevator and punched the button. He thought in that moment of Darla James, and knew, grimly, that he could not leave her behind. When the car came to a stop, he slipped inside, pushed the button for the lobby, and slipped back out as it closed again.
He hid behind a small laundry cart as the men charged out to the hall and pounded on the door. Once they had all begun to race down the fire stairs, or take another car down, he slipped from his hiding place, back into the apartment.
He raced into the hidden passage again and stepped into the room, to find Darla lying on the floor, moaning softly. He stepped over to her then heard a laugh behind him. He turned to face Michael Horden, a gun in his hand.
"I knew you were a hero," the man chuckled. "I assumed you would come back for her! A pity for you, I'm afraid, for both of you!"
Malbin backed away from Darla as Horden raised his hand to fire. At that moment, the girl gazed up, her flesh still aching from the battering it had taken. She saw Horden and the gun he had and her mind whirled in shock and horror. No matter what she was, she thought, she could not let this happen.
She picked up the whip and threw it with all her strength at the man. It crashed into Horden's chest and he fell over backward, upsetting a table when a dozen candles burned. At once, the carpet burst into flames, surrounding the struggling man.
Malbin leaped across the room, his equipment still dangling from his neck and pulled the girl out of the room into the corridor as the flames swiftly consumed the room. Horden's screams of agony followed them down the hall and into his apartment as the fire began to spread through the whole building.