Help Wanted

                        Help Wanted - Chapter 15

 

      Miriam and Sandi just stood there, open-mouthed as I quickly dressed and left their room, headed for the security office, such as it was. At first no one seemed interested in talking to me about what was playing on Channel 45, until I mentioned that the person I was supposed to see this afternoon was the very same one that was starring in an S&M tape playing on their in-room cable system. The next thing I knew I was facing the same trio that had been by the pool. The plot was thickening and I didn't like the way things were going.

 

      They had me at a disadvantage, and proceeded to prove it. They knew who I was, and that I had no known criminal ties. They were very interested as to why I was involved with the "wraith". There was a brief moment of silence while I tried to figure out what the hell was going on. My face must have tipped them off to the fact that I was clueless about who the "wraith" was, so one of them filled me in while another stepped out to tend to some security business. Little did I know that I had just missed being her latest victim.

 

      It seemed the wraith and her handler, the bald guy, were assassins for hire that were rather well known in the kind of circles these people traveled. They had the pair under surveillance, waiting for them to make their move. "The stick chick, that  ten year-old look alike, was a professional killer? Sure she was!" My outburst didn't phase them one bit. The guy debriefing me nodded his head and grinned at me like a wolf staring at a lamb chop.

 

      What made her nearly impossible to finger for any of the two dozen hits she had known to have made, was her appearance. He was willing to bet that everyone of her victims said something like I'd uttered just before she did them in using poison, knives, guns or her bare hands.

 

      Her other very quirky characteristic involved her overwhelming addiction to pain.This woman was a masochist cubed, off the charts. She lived to kill and to suffer, what a combination! For one of the rare times in my life I got a little shaky and it showed. My interrogator had just the ticket, some of my favorite bourbon whiskey in a paper cup, straight no chaser. It went down smooth and after another I was ready to play show and tell with these guys.

 

      Under the circumstances I had very little to gain by being coy, so I put all my cards on the table without naming names. He listened and took some notes as I rambled on about the runaway bride and the tip I got that brought  me to Casa Diablo. I threw in my conversation with the trailer trash duo who were currently occupying a room at this establishment and then sat back.He looked over his notes and nodded. Looking up he asked me if I would like to see what was happening to the wraith. Since according to him the bitch was tasked with offing my ass, I was eager to see her getting her jollies.

 

      We went down to the rumpus room to view the activities in progress. There she was, looking even worse than by the pool. They had her strung up by her bound wrists, legs spread wide and anchored to cinder blocks on the floor. She was a mess! They'd been whipping her with electrical cables stripped at one end to allow the copper wire to tear her skin off to the bone. She was one continuous lump of shredded flesh. What caught my eye immediately was the way her face was distorted. Half of it was slack, mouth locked in some type of mocking sneer, one eye wide and staring off into space. If you looked at it quickly, you would swear her face had melted and then froze into this grimace.

 

      For a top drawer masochist, she sure was making plenty of funny noises as they did things to her naked body. My first question had to do with the legality of torturing this woman without due process. He laughed and said they all knew what was happening here. This was the real world of adult criminals who knew the score and played by the rules that had been made since back in the days when our ancestors were running on all fours and hoping they didn't run into any creature bigger or faster than them who was hungry.

 

      To make sure she never troubled them again, they had marked her good. I'm glad I wasn't around for that. They'd removed the nipples from her flat chest. First they'd burned them with a jeweler's torch until they were two charred lumps sticking up from her chest wall. During the process, which took some time to give her all the pain she could handle and then some, her cunt was generating enough sludge to plug up a toilet from flushing. The wraith stayed conscious the entire time, which impressed them greatly. All the while her heart was pounding like a jackhammer and her blood pressure went through the roof. These people were experts and knew the value of monitoring their prisoner to make sure she wasn't accidently killed before her time.

 

      Next they used a Dremel tool to grind the charred flesh down flat. She made lots of good noise while that was going on. To make it more interesting they'd take a break and do something else to her like pull out a toenail with pliers after a shim had been hammered beneath it down to the base to loosen it up. What made this so effective was it broke her concentration and diluted the pain somewhat, which is in itself torture to a masochist. When that was accomplished, to stem the flow of blood they cauterized the wounds with the torch to finish the job. The wraith was still up for more pain and suffering so they obliged her.

 

      One of the security force had gotten interested in acupuncture and then branched out into the use of acupuncture needles as devices for creating pain rather than eliminating it. He even took time off his job to study under an expert in this arcane field. When he got back, he started practicing on animals such as stray cats and dogs, alway small animals for obvious reasons. They turned him loose on the wraith and he brought her to the brink of death at least three times in a session that lasted well over two hours and had her screaming herself hoarse the entire time until he used his needles to deaden her vocal cords because her screams were breaking his concentration.

 

      The things he did to that bag of skin and bones were totally amazing. Most of what he did didn't look at first to be anything off the beaten path. Let's face it, if someone gave you a four inch long needle and said "Have at it", you could do lots of damage without any training. The trick was not to use a meat axe approach, but to show some style and knowledge of what you were doing. That way the victim, or as our guy described her, the subject, could tolerate enormous amounts of pain and still be able to handle more.

 

      He began by putting his needles in her armpits and at first there was no reaction and he took some kidding from his peers. Then he picked out two more of these skewers and plunged one into each armpit. The wraith tried to literally climb the rope from which her body hung. The sounds that issued from her mouth were inhuman, so high pitched that some weren't sure they heard part of her cries of agony. Then he got down to business.

 

      He put a few into her kneecaps and she sobbed, then passed out from the pain, depriving her of the rush she always sought. Revived, he went to work on her chest cavity. He took his time centering each of his needles, then took a couple of deep breaths to steady himself before thrusting them into her body. Now people were more respectful since they saw what he was able to do in time. When he pushed the fifth needle into her chest cavity, he smiled and stepped back, holding his arms wide in sort of a triumphant gesture.

 

      Now all eyes were focused on the wraith who began to twitch and then tremble as her face changed color. That was the tip-off that she wasn't able to breathe, his needles had somehow paralyzed the muscles that operated her lungs. She was drowning in a sea of air! He waited until her face was mottled and her eyes were bulging from her head. Then he counted slowly to ten and pulled one of the needles from her chest. She recovered in a few minutes and he did her again. This time he waited until she passed out before withdrawing the needle that seemed to control her breathing function. In actuality it required the other four precisely located to make this happen.

 

      He had messed with her mind enough in this manner. Now she would have no fear of dying, since she knew that he wasn't allowed to kill her. So he chose to work on her face. He started putting needles, long needles into her face just below her eyes and one shut and the other widened until it looked like it was ready to pop out of its socket. He yanked them out and she went back to normal. He put a couple along her jawline, beginning at the hinge and working down to her chin, using needles of different lengths as he moved towards her chin. Halfway down she started screaming and her voice kept getting higher and higher until it cracked and she passed out.

 

      Later, after she came around, he decided to show off and work on her neck and throat area. The group was blown away when her face began to respond to the needles going into her neck, becoming twisted in different places depending upon where he plunged his needle. But he brought the house down when he cut her off in mid-scream with a well placed needle into her voice box. He finished her off by working on her mouth.

 

      First he paralyzed it so it remained open and slack. Then he drove needles into her tongue and under it as well. Her eyes told the story, bulging, becoming bloodshot and tearing as the needles did their magic and sent waves of pain racing through her mouth, lips and tongue. The amount of cunt sludge that she was generating ran down the insides of her tensed thighs and dripped onto the floor steadily as he turned her mouth, lips and tongue into one solid pincushion. All the time her eyes got bigger and bigger, making her appear to be some type of fetish like those used by practioners of voodoo. This time when she passed out, she stayed out and the exhibition was terminated so they could get back to doing some serious things to the rest of her naked body,especially her cunt, which had not  taken its share of the pain yet.

 

      That was all my stomach could take, so I took my leave and headed back to my room to freshen up before returning to my favorite pair of trailer trash tarts, who I hoped were anxiously awaiting my appearance so we could finish what had been started a few hours or so ago. I went over to their room to discover that they hadn't bothered to even lock the door. I tiptoed inside to discover the pair enjoying a heated session of sixty-nine, their tongues furiously lapping away at the muff being ground into their respective faces. I took a seat and enjoyed the show until Miriam came up for air and noticed I'd returned.

 

      She let out a whoop and Sandi surfaced, her face glistening with the cunt cream her daughter had been pumping from her pussy. It was my guess that all the cum I'd blasted into their twats had been ingested by now, and they were probably eager for a refill. "What took you so long? Get them duds off so I can fuck you every way but loose." I wondered how many times she'd seen that Clint Eastwood movie, probably dozens between the times she was putting out in lieu of cash for her rent. After what I'd seen down in the dungeon located deep within the bowels of Casa Diablo, I was ready for some good old country fucking to get my head screwed back on straight by getting the rest of my body screwed well and proper by these two big-titted tramps.

 

      I got plenty of sweet memories from this epic session that lasted well into the night, except for a two hour break for refueling at the restaurant and bar. Thanks to my companions and our exertions, the food tasted good and the drinks packed a wallop. I took this opportunity to fill them in on what had taken place in my absence. Miriam was too busy downing her drinks to pay much attention, but her mom took in every word with a look on her face that told me she knew more than she was letting on.

 

      Back at their room the fun began anew. I was on my back watching my stiff cock disappearing between the plump asscheeks of Miriam while Sandi fed me her big tits one at a time, so I could suck off the bourbon she'd liberally doused over those big fun bags. Miriam's big ass bounced up and down on my hard dick while I enjoyed the view and the bourbon. Now Sandi's tongue was inside my mouth trying to get a taste of the booze she'd let me suck off her tits. I was in hog heaven as they say in the country.

 

      It took the two trailer tramps a couple of hours to suck me dry. Then for laughs they continued to alternately suck and jack my tired cock until you could almost tie it into a knot. I was done with a capital D. It was just before they allowed me to go to sleep that Sandi broke the news that they and not I were the targets of the professionals sent out to Casa Diablo. I was at best going to be collateral damage. That's why these two had deliberately gotten themselves taken to the dungeon in order to be out of the way when the killers arrived.

 

      It seems that my client, the warlock, was behind the attempt on their lives. On their way over to the resort they were tipped to the fact that two hitmen had been hired to do them in. It seems that the warlock received some pictures of his wasted new bride after the motorcycle gang stopped by a little out of the way town in the Mexican state of Coahuila. She was in such bad condition from the drugs, whippings and taking on two donkeys as well, that she no longer qualified as his bride, dishonoring him among his fellow practioners of devil worship.

 

      For a few insane days he acted human and hired the wraith and her handler to take his revenge on the child bride's family for resisting his troth and assisting the motorcycle gang in spiriting the girl away from him. Now that his attempt at revenge had been shattered, he was on the hook with the shadowy figures that he used to assist him in setting up this hit. As for the wraith, she had gotten more than just compensation, since the boys at Casa Diablo sure knew how to make a girl feel pain and suffering. So it was all's well that ends well, or some such shibboleth.

 

      As for yours truly, I had broken even, had a little fun in the sack with a pair of trailer trash types who rocked my world, seen some professional torturers plying their trade, and made it back to civilization and onto the plane before that damned rental car wheezed its last. The flight home was uneventful except for the jailbait that plopped her half naked body down in the seat next to me and tried her seduction routine on yours truly for the entire time we were in the air. I was too tired to bite and that turned out to be a smart move when I got a look at the neanderthal that greeted her upon our arrival.

 

      Well folks,that's all for this time round, but stay tuned, there always is another interesting story coming round the bend, you can bet on it, I do.