Chapter 11
After Bill had managed to dive out onto the balcony in time to shut the window behind him in the snarling face of the savage dog, he leaned for a moment gasping for breath on the rail over the garden and fastened up his pants. Then, fearful that Hans would open the window and send the German Shepherd out after him, he quickly moved away. His mind was a swirl of thoughts of Fran, of Liz, of his own unsatisfied and rudely interrupted lust. In him, a dull anger was beginning to intensify, becoming hotter by the second. He began to ask himself again and again what in the hell had possessed Fran to allow herself to be fucked in the mouth and used like a whore, to want to be used the way she had been a few minutes before with the swarthy hi-jack leader.
Fran was his wife! Dammit, they had always done everything together! Did this mean that she had been cheating on him all along? How could she have taken another man's hotly throbbing penis into her wide-open mouth when she seemed almost ashamed to touch his?
He didn't know what horrible sight might meet his eyes if he looked into the communications center window again, and he was tempted to turn his head away when he paused this time. Still, though, an almost masochistic curiosity made him pause, then peek.
The couch was empty! Where were they? Where had that son of a bitch, Ramon, taken Fran? What other filthy, perverted thing were they engaged in now? He found himself trembling almost uncontrollably in a frustrated anger so great that he felt he could gladly kill the hi-jack leader and his own wanton whore of a wife!
The young husband started to move past the window when Fran's solitary, still naked figure came into view. Her back was to him and she was just snapping on her bra. Bill looked around the room carefully and saw that she was alone. Quietly, he watched her pick up her white bikini panties and pull them up over her ripely flaring hips. Then she began to wiggle into her white mini dress, the twin fleshy globes of her gracefully rounded ass twitching provocatively as she shifted weight to pull the garment down over herself.
With a roar like a wounded bull, Bill crashed his forearms and shoulders against the window in front of him. The latch gave way, the screws ripping completely out of the frame, and he almost fell into the room, spinning desperately to keep his balance, as he charged his now petrified wife with a series of maniacal groans of rage.
Fran let out a little shriek as she heard the wood splintering behind her and a dark figure hurtled through the window. The apparition was less than three feet away from her before she realized it was her husband. The terrified housewife hadn't had time to say anything before he was on her, clawing at her clothes. With a loud sound of ripping cloth, Fran felt her white mini being torn down from her shoulders.
"Bill... Bill!" she pleaded, but her only answer was a crescendo of even louder animal-like growls, as her tattered dress fell in a heap around her ankles. His hand savagely caught the elastic band at the top of her white satin bikini panties, and with one vicious jerk, they were ripped from her wildly trembling loins.
"Bill... for God's sake, what's wrong?" she screamed, then recoiled as though she had been struck when he dug both hands inside the top of her bra and simply yanked; her softly gleaming, melon-like breasts spilled out, quivering in their new found freedom.
The young wife cringed, disbelieving, as he savagely pulled down his trousers and shorts permitting his long, fully-erect penis to leap up in front of him like a battering ram. The massively throbbing shaft was still glistening from Liz's excited cuntal secretions and the Cuban, Ramon's, saliva.
Fran attempted once more to calm her nakedly enraged husband but he gave her a chance to do no more than cry out once more in shock and pain as he forced her brutally down to her hands and knees on the floor. Like a savage animal he was on her at once, his immense fleshy rod jabbing furiously in the slippery crevice between her tightly clenched buttocks.
Fran was barely able to get her hands out in front of herself in time to keep her head and whole body from being shoved into the rug as Bill began tearing at her whole backside, seeking entry to her anus. The massively heated head slipped away from her cringing rectal entrance twice, then popped through.
"Bill, no Bill, please not there-it's too big," Fran cried in despair and pain.
But he seemed not to have heard her pleas and shoved mercilessly on, dragging her voluptuously rounded hips back onto his barbarous prick. Revenge by cumming in the asshole of his cheating wife was his only thought, the only goal, maddened as he was in a mixture of jealousy and guilt at his own recent infidelity in the adjoining room with Liz.
"Oh God, Bill, it's too big," she screamed, as the first wave of agony really hit her when he started ramming the huge, impatiently pounding staff deeper and deeper into her tortured bowels.
"Ramon's wasn't too big for your fucking throat," he bellowed almost incoherently.
With a gasp of awareness, Fran realized that Bill knew, that he had seen her with Ramon. And just as quickly she realized that now she must do everything she could to appease his lust if there was ever to be anything between them again. She knew her actions during the cruel sodomizing rape by her own husband might either be the saving of their marriage or losing everything they had built together back in Shaker Heights. Beyond this simple fact she could hardly think because everything was fiery pain and more pain, as mercilessly he rammed again and again, forcing his huge cock far up into her softly resisting flesh.
"Aaaaaaaagggghhh!" she finally screamed through tightly gritted teeth, her eyes wide in stunned disbelief, as his angry penis seemed to reach the limits of her ability to stand any more without fainting from the pain. But she knew she must go on, that she must please her husband now as she never had before, so she pushed herself back even further until she could feel and actually hear his sperm-bloated balls smacking loudly against the back of her nakedly trembling thighs.
Now, as her hopelessly stretched little asshole began to accommodate the invading cudgel, the totality of the act took over from the pain of it, and Fran's head slowly started flailing from side to side, her long hair falling in golden confusion over her heavily straining breasts. Bill began making longer, smoother thrusts deep into the soft confines of her warm buttery rectum, and hoarse grunts of animal-like excitement bubbled from his throat. The excitement of this cruel act of sodomy began to rise in the young wife and she reached under herself and began to tickle his pounding balls gently, looking back once over her shoulder at his face to see the effect it was having on him.
Bill was grunting more softly now and, with his massively throbbing cock buried far, far up into her heaving belly, he began slowly to come to his senses. It was then that he made the first signs of tenderness since the unnatural rape had begun; he reached beneath their writhing bodies, up between her open thighs, and parting the softness of her pubic hair, gently caressed her clitoris.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, and his touch there was the most ecstatic thing she had ever experienced. Then he was digging his fingers into her hotly moistened cuntal opening?finger fucking her in rhythm with his sodomizing strokes. The action and reaction between finger and pussy, cock and anus, quickly brought her to a peak, and she began breathing frantically as she sought relief.
Then, with a series of frightening shudders, Fran could feel Bill's long, hard penis begin to jerk in heated convulsions, exploding like a roman candle far up into the steaming depths of her bowels.
Like the coming of a tornado, the delicious hot torrents of his sperm shooting wildly into her asshole touched off the most violent orgasm she had ever experienced. A hot tremor of pleasure rippled the length of her battered body.
"Aaaaaiiieee, I'm cumming. Oh, God, I'm cumming, darling... darling... " She screamed in bliss as she felt herself falling face forward, convulsing in rapture, as his hot sperm ran down inside the softly yielding crevice of her brutalized buttocks and trickled further down the insides of her smooth hairless thighs.
Fran realized that she was falling even further than the floor, and she kept on falling, falling, falling until the blackness of a satiated exhaustion rolled over her. She was asleep less than five minutes, but when she awakened?still nakedly lying on the floor of the communications center?she was alone. Bill, her own husband, had deserted her. She felt more alone than she had ever been in her life!
Wretchedly, painfully, she began collecting the tattered remnants of her clothes and attempted to make herself presentable enough to at least get through the hotel lobby.
She walked dejectedly back to the cabana, fighting tears all the way, and then all her rigidly-enforced composure evaporated in one sudden thunderclap of censure.
Bill had locked her out of their cabana!
Stricken, scalding tears blinding her, she ran next door to Liz's bungalow and threw open the door. Her younger sister was drunkenly asleep?face down on the bed?still in the exact same position she had fallen when Hans dumped her unconscious body from his shoulders a few minutes before.
Miserably crawling into the other bed, Fran gave vent to her despair, and great shudders of shame and sorrow shook her body for hours...
Fran awakened to find her sister staring through blood-shot eyes at her. For a split second she wasn't sure where she was or what had happened, then the events of the night rushed back into her mind. She closed her eyes, by that act hoping harsh reality would go away.
"Do you feel as bad as I do?" Liz's sick voice came from the other bed.
Fran couldn't answer, merely nodded once.
"I threw up three times," the younger sister said with almost a touch of pride in her voice.
Fran was silent. What a mess her neat orderly life had suddenly become. Twenty four hours earlier she had been just another nice, normal Shaker Heights housewife with an executive husband. Now she was no longer nice and certainly not normal?not with the vile perverted things she had done and had done to her?and she had no husband. She had been sure she was all cried out from last night, but abruptly the tears were back again.
Somewhat blearily, Liz stared over toward her sister, saw the tears, and realized with a sudden hollow pit in her stomach that something really horrible had happened. "Sis... why aren't you with Bill?" she asked, her young voice sounding frightened.
"He locked me out."
"No! But why?"
"He saw Ramon and me," the weeping wife sobbed.
"Oh God!" Liz frantically tried to think of something to say?some way to help. "Didn't you tell him that you did it to protect me?"
Fran sniffed. "He didn't give me a chance. He was like someone insane."
"That son of a bitch," the young girl said succinctly.
"Don't call him that," Fran said heatedly. "He had every reason to hate me."
"Oh yeh? Well, I shouldn't be telling you this, but he... he... well, he was like an animal when he... when he made love to me."
"God! No!" Fran said, her eyes wide, feeling everything was lost now. Bill had turned to her own younger sister in his despair.
"It's all my fault," Liz said, beginning to wail. "It's all my fault. I flirted with Bill, then let Charles make love to me... and... then Hans and Ramon both at the same time... She shuddered. "I'm so... so evil!"
Painfully, Fran got up from her bed, went to her loudly weeping sister's side, and took the girl in her arms. "Shush," she said, stroking Liz's hair. "Shush, you aren't evil, sweetiepie. No one could ever call you evil."
"But... but I wanted Bill and Charles to... to do it to me. I let them. And then, when I was drunk last night-after Bill started making love to me, Hans came in right in the middle and Fran put her hand over the girl's mouth. "No more. No more. Try to forget it."
That remark brought an even louder wail from Liz. "But how can I forget? I liked it!"
And Fran, remembering Ramon's hungry mouth on her vagina, his long deliciously throbbing cock between her tightly compressed lips... and even the excitedly brutal sodomizing-rape by Bill, suddenly murmured, "So did I, God help me. I liked it, too!"
The two women were staring oddly at one another, each surprised with this new knowledge of each other and of their own bodies. It was something they would have to think about individually; later?much later? they'd be able to discuss it. The corner of Fran's mouth twitched upward, and Liz blinked through her tears and dimpled.
They heard the steps on the gravel outside, then a preemptory knock. Fran pulled the sheet close around her and opened the door. It was Hans!
"Ramon wants to see both of you right away," he said gruffly, staring in with a lewd grin at Liz who turned her head disdainfully away.
"Where?" asked Fran, not really caring. "In his office. I should warn you, he's not in a very good mood this morning," Hans said, acting as though he was happy to tell them about Ramon's foul temper?just to increase their alarm.
The girls dressed in their bathing suits because it was faster and went to the hotel. The door to Ramon's office was open and they could see him working busily behind his desk. Entering timidly, they stood close to each other near the door.
Ramon looked up, smiling thinly, "What I have to say has nothing to do with the fun and games of last night," he began. "As far as that part of it is concerned, I have no complaints. The problem this morning is that Charles still refuses to cooperate."
"Oh no," exclaimed Fran, a hand going involuntarily to her face.
"Yes, I'm afraid that's the case. And this time I have to tell you that it will go very badly for both of you unless, sometime before this evening, Charles is here in my office ready to give me the information and cooperation I need. I have several troops who are interested in Liz. They feel cheated at not having been able to see Bruno and your little sister putting on their act last night, Fran."
Liz gasped and opened her mouth to say something.
Repulsed by what he had said, but collected by this time, Fran cut off her sister by speaking first. "I think I understand what you mean, you bastard," she said acidly.
"However you do it is up to you," replied Ramon with a sneer.
Fran spun on her heel and taking Liz's hand abruptly, almost pulled her from the office. In the hallway Fran stopped and looked straight at Liz.
"I'll go to Charles this time," Fran said to her little sister. You go back to the pool, or to your room; I don't care where the hell you go, just go," she added, turning to walk down the hall toward the lobby leaving Liz standing there.
Within a minute Fran was at Charles's door, calmly, coldly preparing herself for the ordeal. She knew what Ramon expected her to do, and she knew she would do it... what did it matter now, anyway? Her marriage was ruined?Bill hated her too much even to be in the same room with her! In the past two days her self-respect had been totally destroyed, and Fran felt emotionally paralyzed. What did it matter if she acted like a whore to convince Charles to cooperate with Ramon... what did anything matter now, except getting away from this evil place safely and hoping to regain sanity enough to piece together the shattered fragments of her life?and Liz's. Right now her body was merely a tool, a means to an end. She knocked.
Charles opened the door and his eyes widened in appreciation as he smiled warmly down at Fran.
"You can't imagine how glad I am to see you! Ramon has locked me in here and won't let anyone else come in."
"It must be terribly hard for you." Fran's cold voice was sarcastic, and Charles glanced at her sharply.
"How did you get in here, anyway? Did Ramon send you?"
"Yes, I guess you could say he sent me, either Liz or I."
"Liz! A lovely girl, your sister!" Charles smiled, thinking of yesterday. The older sister was quite as attractive, and would probably be just as passionate as Liz had been.
"Yes, she's lovely?and until yesterday she was also pure... and I was married to a man who loved and respected me. Now we've been destroyed, just because you're too damn selfish to think of anyone except yourself!"
"Come on, my dear, you're over dramatizing... sit down and try to act calm." He took her hand and pulled her over to the bed. "Now I know it's been a bad time for you?it's not exactly fun for me, either, locked in here alone. But you don't understand the situation at... "
"I certainly do understand!" interrupted Fran angrily, glaring at his handsome face. "You won't cooperate with Ramon, and you're making life hell for a lot of innocent people. I don't suppose you're interested, but the old man in 107 was on his way to see a heart specialist in Miami. His wife was crying in the hall this morning?she says without proper medication he'll have another stroke and die here without a doctor! And what about Liz and me? Ramon has already ruined our lives, and now he threatens to hurt us more if you don't talk to him. Liz is going to have to put on a lewd show with a dog in front of his troops. All because of you! You... you inhuman, selfish bastard."
Charles stared at her for a long minute, till finally she turned away in embarrassment. "I'm sorry about the old man," he said slowly, "but not about you, or what your sister and I enjoyed together. She is a woman, I'm a man. Be honest with yourself, Fran... haven't you gained something from all this?" His voice was low and seductive.
"I don't know what you mean!" Fran's voice was cold, but her eyes evaded his.
"This is what I mean!" Charles leaned over and began gently covering her bare shoulders and neck with light, teasing kisses. "You like it, don't you... " His hands began caressing her ripely full, fleshy breasts through the thin fabric of her bikini.
"Take your hands off me, Charles?unless you promise to go to Ramon! I mean it!" She stared at him furiously. "Are you going to do it?"
"Will you do it, Fran?" Charles smiled at her with eagerly magnetic eyes.
Fran's mouth was dry and she had to force the words through parched lips. "Yes, I'll let you fuck me if you go to Ramon." So now she had sold her body once again... she was truly a whore... and, incredibly, an unexpected shiver rippled up her thighs and belly at the lewd thought. Denying the unwanted sensation, she demanded "Well, are you going to do it or not?"
Charles considered for a moment. "I suppose there's no alternative now with the old man's heart and Ramon's threat about Liz... but first I'll claim my payment!" His eyes slowly undressed her, and he spoke softly. "Take off your clothes, Fran!"
She knew she had to endure this final humiliation, that there was no way out. It had been different committing adultery last night with Ramon; then she had been drunk. But now? In the harsh sober light of day? Hesitantly, she unfastened the bikini top and slipped out of the bottom, refusing to meet his eyes even though she could feel them hungrily studying the long curves of her sun-brown body and the slight purplish bruises from yesterday on her gracefully rounded buttocks and firm slender thighs.
"Now he down and spread your beautiful legs open for me!" he ordered, and she complied stoically, ignoring the thrill that ran through her as cool air rushed over her sensitive vaginal flesh when she spread her already trembling thighs wide apart. She had to do this, but she was determined not to allow herself to react like a wanton whore as she had done yesterday.
Charles stood above her, slowly drawing off his silk robe. His long, erectly hard cock, already glistening at the tip with drops of lubricant, throbbed obscenely at her. "I think I know what kind of woman you are, Fran. By the time I've had my payment from you, you'll be begging for more! Because you are even more of a woman than your sister." His voice was softly insinuating, and she felt her breath quicken involuntarily as an unwanted moisture seeped between her quivering thighs.
He dropped down beside her and moved one hand to the smoothness of her full buttocks, pressing her reluctant body against his. "You feel so nice there... " he murmured, crushing his lips against hers and moving one hand over her heatedly cringing cuntal lips while the other hand continued to knead the silky flesh of her buttocks. His experienced fingers caressed slowly at first, then began a fast, rotating motion around her sensitively quivering little clitoris.
Fran found it difficult to breath as the erotic sensations began radiating out from her groin. Oh God, her body was already betraying her again! She was truly depraved, a common, dirty whore, just as corrupt as any of these men. Fran's eyes filled with tears of guilty desire as she felt her vagina tingle and her pelvis begin grinding up against his warmly throbbing penis. She clenched her teeth tightly together and stifled a moan as the smooth rubbery tip of his cock began tantalizing her traitorously quivering, wet pussy lips.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, Fran?fuck you like that husband of yours never has... fuck you till you scream... fuck you... fuck you... fuck you, you wonderful little whore... " His voice murmuring in her ear nearly drove her insane, and suddenly, to her own shocked surprise, she heard her voice moan. "Yes... fuck me, Charles... fuck me hard! Make it good for me. Please!"
With a low, animal-like growl, Charles was on top of her, thrusting forward to drive his rigidly pulsing cock into her, thrusting forward to drive his rigidly pulsing cock into her eagerly gaping vagina with all the heated impatience of a teenaged boy. She gasped as the long throbbing penis slid far up into her warmly sucking sheath, racing into her until his velvety balls slapped lewdly against her ass cheeks and the rubbery cock tip pressed against her cervix. Waves of undeniable sensation shook her body and, groaning in wanton abandonment, she began to grind her steaming pussy up against his thick fleshy rod, drawing her knees up to meet his pounding thrusts. All right, she told herself, she was depraved and corrupt... but god, it was GOOD... so unbelievably good! The flaming desire coursing through the young wife's wildly flailing loins was the only thing that mattered now. This strong, powerful man was fucking her... and she wanted him and his big wonderful penis sunk deep up inside her more than anything else in the world!
Fran gripped him even tighter between her thighs, opening and closing them in time to the long smooth thrusts that jolted her body. Soon, she was pounding her heels rapidly against her laboring buttocks, spurring him on, while she gyrated wildly beneath him.
Suddenly he pulled away from her and withdrew his prick completely out of her. She lay there, shocked, moaning in wanton frustration.
"Fran, is there any doubt in your mind that you're a hot, sensual woman who needs this kind of fucking?"
"No... no," then impatiently she was begging him to continue, too hotly aroused now to care about pride or morals. "Fuck me, Charles. Oh God! Please fuck me, I need it."
He pulled her eagerly trembling body toward him. "You fuck me this time," he whispered lewdly. "Get on top of me. You'll like it that way."
Confused, Fran obeyed, not really knowing exactly what he wanted, but as she straddled his loins and he returned his thick, wetly glistening cock up into her fevered pussy, she realized that it reached wonderfully far up into her hungrily absorbing vagina. Excitedly, she began to grind her cunt up and down on his long hard thickness as if she were riding a horse. The twin moons of her ass rose and fell, rose and fell?gleaming warm, like shining ivory. Faster and faster she screwed onto him, her loins jerking spasmodically against his muscular hips. She was twisting her hips frantically now as their two panting bodies reached an unbearable peak of passion. Then she was there!
"Aaaaaaggghhhhh... I'm cuuuuummmmmmming!" cried Fran, as with a violent jerk she collapsed writhing in ecstasy on his heaving, sweat-drenched chest. A few seconds later she heard his passionate groan, and the hot torrent of sperm began spurting deep into her heaving belly, mixing with her own still wildly churning juices. Limply, in exhausted bliss, they clung to each other, deflating penis still buried within the softly twitching cuntal walls.
Minutes later, Charles pulled his glistening fleshy shaft from her overflowing pussy and said, "Now you must suck my cock hard again, and we will try something else exciting.
Without repugnance, the young wife bent and placed her lips in homage around the flaccid penis?glistening wetly now from her own cuntal juices?and began a gentle nibbling. Almost at once, it was huge and throbbing again...
Liz had watched with mixed emotions as her sister walked abruptly away from her and down the hallway leading toward Charles's suite. Last night Fran had protected her from Ramon?or at least thought she had?and now from Charles. The young girl had to admit that Fran could manage Ramon better than she could, and there was no doubt in her mind that Fran could also handle Charles. She sighed, finding her love and respect for her sister growing as each new unexpected facet of Fran's personality was uncovered. The two sisters had always been close, but now?just in these last twenty four hours?they were more than close, they were almost of one mind and one body.
Thoughtfully, she began walking back to her cabana. Outside, by the pool, she saw Bill sitting dejectedly on his beach mat. She went over to him, uncertain of how to act. She was angry at the way he had treated Fran and yet, at the same time, she remembered how his wonderfully long throbbing cock had felt buried to the hilt in her warmly receptive vagina. She decided to play the whole thing cool, to see what tack he would take.
"Hello," he said glumly.
"Hi."
There was a long silence, then he groaned, "Where's Fran?"
"What do you care? You locked her out."
He stared at her, a red flush of anger growing on his face, "Did she tell you why?"
"Yes. She said you had seen her and Ramon making out together." The young girl paused and then gave him the harpoon, "Did you tell her that you raped me?"
He blinked and now the red of his face was embarrassment.
"Did you?" she persisted.
"No." It was said softly, uncertainly. Then he added, "I'm sorry, I guess I lost my head."
"No you didn't. You would have done the same thing yesterday afternoon if you'd really been given a chance." Liz inspected her fingernails. "I think it's called 'cheating', you would have cheated on your wife, yesterday afternoon, without reason." He started to interrupt but she stopped him immediately, "No... let me finish! You had no reason. Fran did! She was trying to protect me; Ramon was blackmailing her. She was protecting me, but what she didn't know was that I didn't really want to be protected. She had a reason for what she did. I didn't. You didn't."
Bill stirred uneasily. God, he couldn't seem to think straight. What the girl was saying was the absolute truth. Christ, everything was so screwed up! He remembered the anger and the excitement he'd felt while watching his wife sucking that bastard Cuban, Ramon's, cock. He strongly suspected that moment was the first time he had ever thought of his wife as a woman?a highly sexed, hungry woman who could and would try to please a man.
Liz watched the thoughts running like clouds across his face and wondered exactly what he was thinking. Gradually, his look of anger and defection began to be replaced by a look of resolution. He seemed to sit up straighter. Finally he said, "Where's my wife, Liz?"
"Trying to get us released."
"Is she with Ramon?"
"I'm not going to tell you, you'd just do some thing stupid."
Quickly, Bill got to his feet, paying no heed to Liz's entreaties to stay where he was. When the young girl jumped up and tried to grab his arm, he merely shook her off.
Oh God, now I've done it, Liz thought. Ramon will kill him. "Bill, don't go. Come with me to the cabana. Look, you can make love to me, Bill. Don't go. Stay here, I want you to make love to me." The last was thrown in as a desperation measure. She didn't want anything happening to him... or to her sister. She would gladly let him fuck her, and it wouldn't all be self-sacrifice, either, because he had felt good inside of her. She was still attracted to him and probably always would be-just as he probably was to her, too.
"I'll take a raincheck," he said, looking as if he really meant it.
"Be careful... please!"
Bill strode across the lawn and up the steps to the hotel. He went directly to Ramon's office and went in without knocking. The hi-jack leader looked up, surprised, as the door was wrenched open. Bill glanced around the room. "Where is she?" he demanded.
"Who?"
"My wife. The woman you blackmailed into helping you, into making love with you."
"I see. She told you about the t.v. tape, eh? I'm surprised."
Bill almost blurted out "what t.v. tape", when he decided to act as if he knew everything. Actually, when he had spoken of blackmail, he was talking about Fran trying to protect Liz. "Yes," he lied, "she told me everything. I want to see this t.v. tape."
Ramon shrugged, uncaring, and turned the television set on. Immediately, his blonde young wife's nakedly writhing body filled the screen. Bill watched, holding his anger in abeyance, as he saw the hi-jack leader once again tongue fucking his wife. He moved in closer to the screen and stared at her face. It was contorted in passion, all right, but there was something else strange about it. Finally it hit him. "You drugged her," he said, turning to stare at the swarthy kidnapper.
"Yes, of course. You didn't think she would permit that to be done to her by a virtual stranger." Ramon spoke as if her were explaining something to an idiot.
"I'd like to kill you," the young husband said, and knew he meant it.
Ramon shrugged. "You can't, so don't try it. I don't want to hurt anyone."
Bill nodded angrily toward the screen, not caring to watch it any longer, "And that's your idea of not hurting anyone?"
"It didn't hurt her, she rather enjoyed it... and she needed it, after you left her unsatisfied a little earlier."
Bill recoiled. "She told you that?"
"Yes, she did. Under the influence of the drug. But it was apparent even on the plane that she was a woman whose husband was not taking proper care of her. Nothing she said or did, but something about the way she looked. You haven't been a very thoughtful husband or lover, I would say."
"I didn't care to come here to talk about my faults," Bill said. "I want to know where my wife if."
"And I am not prepared to tell you at the moment." He glanced over toward the television set as it went white, and pursed his lips. "Do you want the t.v. tape? It's of no use to me any longer now that you know about it."
"No... all I want is my wife."
Ramon went over to the tape adapter and pushed the "rewind" and the red "erase" buttons at the same time. The machine whirled as the tape was erased. "It's all gone now," Ramon said, looking just a trifle sorry. "I would have like to have kept it after you all leave, to remind me that once there was a fabulous woman lying beneath me on that couch! He shrugged, "But perhaps it is just as well this way."
Bill was tired of this verbal play, and his anger was coming back again. He balled up his fists and stood before the taller, huskier man. "Where is my wife?" he demanded again.
Ramon smiled in warning under hooded eyes, then glanced at his watch. "She will be back at your cabana within an hour. That is all I am going to tell you." He pushed a button on the desk and immediately Hans and the big German Shepherd were in the room. The dog, as if sensing the tight atmosphere, growled softly.
Ramon said, "Hans, take Mister Williams back to his room. Keep him there."
Bill stared at the hi-jack leader, then nodded. "You said an hour. All right, let me tell you this. I don't care about your goddamned killer dog or your fat ugly guard here. If they get in my way at the end of the hour, I'll kill them if they don't kill me. That's a fact, and you'd better believe me. You've been pretty careful to make sure that no one gets hurt. Try explaining my murder to the United States... " He turned rapidly and started out of the room.
Ramon stopped him. "None of that will be necessary, Mister Williams... Bill. I'm ordering you all released in about an hour, I would say. Later, when you've had a chance to think about it... you might thank your wife. She's the one who is responsible for your freedom. She's a fine woman; it's too bad you don't take better care of her." He held out his hand, which Bill refused to take. "Goodbye, then. We won't be seeing each other again." The hi-jack leader nodded his head, and Hans led the way out of the office and out of the hotel... with Bruno close behind.
Bill had spent slightly more than forty five minutes in deep agonizing thought in his cabana, readjusting his whole outlook on marriage and Fran and himself. His self-appraisal made him realize that he had been a lousy husband, and that hurt. Fran had tried so many times to tell him of her needs... and he had known she had them, but pretended not to notice her groans of disappointment when he pulled out of her after lovemaking. Well, the solution to that wasn't something he could figure out by himself... it was something that had to be discussed with Fran... his wife.
Whatever the outcome, he was going to do his damndest to keep her around, and it was going to be fun learning about each other's wicked little desires... and wants. There was no reason why Liz couldn't be included in the fun and games as well. Even Liz's boy friend, Al, when they got to Miami. Suddenly, with the thought of all the good things to come, he felt his penis beginning to stir in anticipation.
Outside he heard the rising crescendo of cheers and applause. He went to the door, expecting to be met by Bruno, but the big German Shepherd and Hans had disappeared. He saw Liz running toward him from the pool.
"We're leaving in an hour... we're leaving," she shouted happily, "Fran did it. Fran did it!"
He looked beyond the young girl and saw his wife slowly trudging down the path toward them. She looked alone, dejected, hurt, vulnerable!
Bill met her half-way and watched her expression change from shamed uncertainly to a radiant glow as he put his arm around her waist.
All he said was, "Come on, hon. We're going home.".
And that really, was all that was necessary for him to say... for it summed up everything.