Help Wanted

                                     Help Wanted - Chapter 18

       I awoke with a splitting headache, but  with everything else working normally. The same could not be said for the two guys who flew in the victims, or the big chauffer who was also riddled with bullets from those automatic weapons. There was no evidence of my employer or the truck and its contents. To top it off, I'd been stiffed. I poked around inside the limo to perhaps find some clues that might give me a lead, but it was no dice until I noticed the tightly wrapped package on the floor. There were some markings on it that might be Chinese for all I knew. Perhaps it might be something I could sell to make up for the lost time and my bad headache. Once I got the package open, I regretted my foolish action. It was a brick of some kind of drug; what type I didn't know, nor did I want to at this time. I left it in the car and checked out the airplane to discover more planted drug evidence. Whoever planned this take-over had set me up for the fall and tried to make it look as if it was some kind of drug deal that turned ugly. Why they let me live was another story for another time. I was now about to get the hell out of here and go find some bourbon to dull the pain of a terribly bad day.

       The next day I awoke with a splitting headache from all the bourbon I'd consumed. At this rate my liver would give out before somebody killed me while I was on a job. That reminded me to see the pimp and see if he was in a charitable mood. It took three days for me to get in contact and actually meet with him. He was positively jovial. It was kind of distracting for me since one of his new girls, a naked, underage blonde with pale blue eyes and tight little titties was on her knees, giving him head while he critiqued her technique. He acted dumb about the death of the one who stole his money and drugs, but admitted that as of yesterday a major shipment of the good stuff had come in from the Far East. This had caused a drop in the street price due to its potency that allowed it to be cut even more than the typical junk that the addicts were using. A light went off inside my head. Suppose those two in the crates were actually mules and what I had been involved in was a drug deal that had gone sour. He was in such a good mood that he even offered me a small sample of this new stuff, but I declined with thanks. The last thing I wanted to have was any trace of drugs on my person. I had had a much closer call at the airfield then I originally thought, and right now I needed some time to figure out just how much potential trouble I might find myself.

       The more I thought of my new theory, the less I liked it. Why was one of the mules totally destroyed and on the verge of death?  Could it be possible that the organization that arranged this deal was trying to kill two birds with one stone? That made some sense, but obviously my employer at the time wasn't in on the entire deal, or was she? Why didn't they waste me like the others? I might have gone completely around the bend but a phone call saved me from myself. As usual I was away from my apartment hustling for dollars from any source. Today I was acting as hotel security for a hot pillow motel in the seedier area of town. 

       It was another voice dripping with promises of money, adventure and if I got lucky, some free pussy for doing an excellent job. Where oh where had I heard that one before? How had she gotten hold of my phone number? It slowly dawned on me that she sounded a bit like that other Chinese babe who managed to get my home address. The plot thickened and I debated about becoming involved further. The realization that my bank balance hovered close to zero solved my reluctance. I called the number she left and after half a dozen rings she came on the line and breathlessly thanked me for returning her call. After some small talk she begged me to allow her to visit me so we could discuss an important matter that involved her missing sister.

       When I got a good look at her, I was happy I'd invited her over. This was a beauty, perhaps eighteen or so and ripe. Her name was Lois, she was Asian, and my "instincts" said Chinese. She was wearing short shorts and a tight top that proved conclusively she wasn't wearing a bra. Those stiff nipples were stretching the material to its limit. The words "fresh-faced" ran through my mind as she nervously held out her hand. I grabbed it and for one brief moment felt the urge to pick Lois up and head for the bedroom for a real "happy to meet you" happening. To get an edge on her, I decided to do some mind reading.

       Things went smoothly until Lois held up her hand and informed me I was describing her mother, who now lived in Taiwan and held a very important position in the government. The one she wanted me to find was her twin. I groaned inwardly. Would I ever manage to figure out what the hell was going on with all these hot-looking Chinese babes? Did I dare tell her that dear old mom was somehow involved in smuggling people or perhaps drugs into the country? Then I calmed down and took a hard look at the cutie's face, which resulted in me signing on to find her twin sister, knowing full well that all this was in some way connected. Somehow I let this choice morsel get away without taking a tour of my apartment, especially the bedroom. However obtaining the picture of the two of them in scanty bikinis by the pool made it all worth the effort. My only regret was not getting one with both of them full frontal nude.

       A couple of hours after our meeting, she called back hysterical. It seems whoever was holding her sister wasn't satisfied. The cutie was being told her presence was also requested or her sister, Luna, would suffer the consequences. They would be coming for her within the hour and she was to be outside, waiting to be picked up. It was now incumbent that yours truly be on the scene before the pick up was made so I could discretely tail them to wherever they took her. For a change my luck held and as I watched Lois was escorted into a nondescript van and whisked away to a place to be determined. They were almost too easy to tail which bothered me. Was I also being tailed? I tried an old trick of losing my tail just long enough to tail them, hoping that they would lead me to where the other vehicle went. I got lucky.

       The trail led to a commercial zone outside of town that had seen much better days. I parked a few blocks away from where the van had stopped and waited for half an hour before making my move. It took another half hour to very carefully come up on my target, a two story cinder block building. Parked along the side was the van and car I had ducked, then tailed to this location; both were unoccupied. I very carefully explored the outside of the building and listened for any sounds. It took some doing but at last I picked up some muffled voices coming from the rear of the building. For reasons that I didn't understand, there was a ramp leading up to the roof of the building. I gingerly made my way up and soon discovered there was a window partially open. Before I could reach my objective there was a flash of light that lit up the area around the window. At about the same time I heard what was probably Chinese. Then there was a second burst of light and a nasty laugh, followed by a younger female voice speaking in English begging the speaker to stop hurting her mother.

       I took a deep breath and glanced inside, beneath me was a fairly large group of people. There must have been more than half a dozen men gathered around the naked woman strapped to the metal chair. She was wearing just her birthday suit and the display was very impressive despite what they seemed to be doing to her equipment. Off in a corner of the room the twins were huddled together, embracing each other as if to ward off the evil intentions of the group of men still paying attention to the dark haired beauty.

       I was at the correct angle to look directly at the victim, who indeed was my former employer who had stiffed me. Even as I tried to hunker down and make myself as unobtrusive as possible, they gave her another dose of juice and her body stiffened then arched against the straps that held that gorgeous body to the chair. The sight brought back memories of the Japanese moviemakers who were given a good workout in the electric chair that was operated by the local law enforcement folk at their place. Only in this case the victim was one hell of a better looking babe, and it looked as if they had just started giving her a little tickle before they got serious and fried some of her brain cells.

       One of the captors got in her face and started screaming in that weird singsong language. It would have been funny except with the ball gag preventing her from speaking, there was no way she could respond to his yelling or whatever it was. Suddenly he gave her a roundhouse punch to the side of the face. Then he grabbed her nipples and tried to twist them off those big, firm tits. I was close enough to see her eyes widen from the pain and then glisten from the tears that followed. He stepped back and nodded to the underling running the chair. He hit the switch and she started dancing again as the electricity surged through her naked body. She twitched and shuddered as those electrons raced through her blood, bones and muscles, leaving a path of damage in their wake. She must have taken twenty or more seconds of pure pain before the grinning goon cut the power. Her body was covered with sweat and there were residual muscle cramps and tics still reacting to the devastating amount of power her body had absorbed.

       You talk about a stalemate; this was a perfect example. I didn't have enough firepower to confront the gang of goons doing serious damage to the Chinese babe and in a position to do even more to her twin daughters. All I could do was watch and hope for something to happen that might give me an opportunity to sneak inside and free the trio. It looked as if it was going to be a long night, and not just for yours truly. Down below they were making some changes in the wiring running to their victim. They were attaching metal clamps, the kind used for keeping a bunch of papers together, to the insides of her thighs and cunt lips. As I watched, they slipped a small metal rod deep inside her cunt and wiggled it around until they were satisfied. The chief interrogator leaned forward and spit into her face, then stepped back and slapped her ears with his open hands, once twice and then a third time as his cohorts laughed and made what looked like obscene gestures in the direction of the twins. It was my guess that they were going to be on the hot seat, one way or another, if mom didn't give them whatever they wanted from her.

       This time when the switch was flipped, my missing but now found employer nearly ruptured herself trying to escape the juice that was flowing through her pussy and surrounding environs. It got so bad that the men surrounding her backed off and held their noses as her flesh cooked to medium rare. The smell was so bad that it rose high enough for me to get a whiff and it wasn't pleasant; believe me! I watched as the rod in her cunt shot out and landed some ten feet away from her writhing form. They gave her a short break while they made sure that the rod would stay inside her cunt this time.

       The twins were wailing so loud that they got some attention of the wrong kind. They were brutally attacked with fists and feet. Evidently these goons were into the martial arts, something for me to remember if they ever confronted me. I missed the kick that took out one of the teens but I got a good look as the foot of another goon landed dead center into the twin's pussy. She collapsed to the floor, joining her sister who also was writhing in agony. Not satisfied completely, the goons stomped the teens flat, landing both kicks and punches to their victims. Only a loud scream from the leader got them calmed down enough to tie the girls' hands behind their backs, cop a few cheap feels and stuff gags into their mouths.

       Time passed slowly as they slowly fried the dark-haired beauty's innards. One thing was for sure; she'd never have to worry about getting knocked up ever again. That it, if she survived the barbecue featuring her bare body and lots of electricity. The way they had her wired up, every time they threw the switch she took most of the power from her head to those wet feet. What little remained was redirected to the babe's pussy mouth and cunt. It was my educated guess that they'd cut out a portion of her hair to get good contact. I'd noticed at first glance that her feet were in a pan of water to enhance the current flowing through her body. They had also made a splice in the wires to allow them to attach the metal clamps and insert the rod where it would do the most damage to her uterus and baby making equipment. It's weird what things I could recall. Guess being a pussy hound helped me to know the territory.

       The leader of the goon gang was getting ticked off but good at his prisoner's reaction to what they were doing to her. In between shocks he was burning her tits with lit cigarettes, and moving slowly in the direction of her nipples that were still rather fat and sassy. That was kind of odd I thought, unless she was secretly enjoying herself. Too bad the screamer wasn't smart enough to connect the dots. Twice he had called a truce and given her a chance to tell him what he wanted to know; twice she shook her head. I looked away when he stubbed his butt out on one of her fat and now not so sassy nipples. A few minutes later after they put the rod up her asshole and made her lose control of her bowels, still without any response from her, he got the bright idea to work on the twins in hopes that watching them being turned into hamburger might loosen her tongue.

                               (To be continued - lex ludite)