Wrong Number

by Lucian Bane

  David drew his head back a little, putting his hand eloquently at the mouth hole on his mask. “Oh, no. Whatever will I do now,” he muttered, opening his phone to the selection of pics he already had. “Wonder how your dad would feel about these?” He showed her the screen, sliding through them. “Oh, I like this one. Lisa Larry and Mo. What a trio. Wonder how they’ll look on one of the company’s billboard. Pretty sure his daughter fucking the CEO’s will shoot the stocks through the roof! Bye-bye trust fund. Bye-bye inheritance. Bye-bye fancy cars and houses and boob jobs.”

  “You fucking asshole,” she grit.

  “Hey,” David cooed, sliding his phone back in his pocket. “I get you suck at being a good girl, and I don’t personally hold it against you, except this one time. But look at him,” David said, gesturing his pliers to the X shaped limbs on his left. “You’re not going to go down for that, are you? It’s just another dick to suck to get to the top. And being the amazing brother and boss that I am, I’m throwing in a bonus. $10,000 straight to your account when the job is done. And the porn flick will be safely on a drive where nobody can find it unless I want them to.”

  She glared at him for a good ten seconds. “Well, I’m not doing this looking like crap.”

  “Oh geez, what am I thinking.” He hurried and roughly smoothed and patted at her electrified looking hair-do. He regarded the result. “It’ll have to do. Low budget and all.” He moved her back in position. “Do your thing and make damn sure it looks mind-blowing real.”

  She cussed him out under her breath and grabbed the cock before her like a bad-bitch with a mic then shoved the whole thing down her throat. David lifted his phone, checking the time. At the first sounds of building progress, he readied the video with a good angle on both of them. Ah fuck. His bloody face might make their movie look forced. That wasn’t good.

  Wait, what the fuck… that’s what Photoshop was for.

  “Help me!” Scott suddenly screamed out, before getting back to moaning and whimpering.

  “Come on sis,” he said. “Show him who’s boss. See if he likes it in the ass, use your hands.”

  “Heeeelllp!” he suddenly roared again.

  David walked to the wall and retrieved the ball gag and returned. “Open wide,” he said at his clamped lips. David placed the open pliers on a generous portion of his balls and slowly closed them. The second he screamed, he shoved the ball in his mouth and secured it behind his head nice and tight. “Thank you,” David said, stepping back behind the camera. “Proceed.”

  The action heated up again and David nodded. “All right Scotty,” he half cheered. “Finally, in it to win it.

  His breaths blasted behind the ball-gag as he watched the show below his waist. “Feels good?” Lisa hissed, bringing his whimpered nods. “You want more?” She moved her finger in and out of his ass and his eyes closed with more nods and desperate sounding mumbles. “Are you ready to come?”

  “Remove the cum stopper,” David ordered now. “I want the Preacher’s Son’s orgasm on film. What do you think of Scotty Gets Reborn for a title? Or maybe Scotty’s Sucky Redemption. Or something catchier, like… Here Comes Scotty!”

  He zoomed in on the action then moved it out again, wanting the full view, no mistaking. The sack of human cells finally orgasmed and Lisa took it on the face, hissing and seething like a seasoned whore auditioning for Hollywood.

  “Glad that’s out of the way,” David said, walking over and shoving Lisa’s chair making it roll several feet away. “Hands back behind your back,” he ordered her.

  “Wipe my face,” she said, back to pissed.

  He secured her hands again and chuckled. “I don’t think so. You’ll wear it while you watch.”

  ****

  David decided to limit Scotty-boy’s retribution to nine hours of ass-rape. He’d considered recording the screams and the begging for Lizzy but was pretty sure she’d not appreciate it like he did.

  David thought maybe it was sleep depravation that had him bored and trying various objects for the job. Somewhere along the way, it became a matter of exploring the physics of the human ass. What could it handle? How far could it stretch? How quickly?

  It was dependent on the anatomy of the individual, he was sure. As well as the pacing. David kind of regretted starting off with the megalodon sized dildo because it made it impossible to measure anything with all the blood.

  Oh well, he did get his point across. Even Lisa got the message judging by the horror and terror in her eyes. All in all, David felt like the show was the best cock-busting block-buster ever. Scotty-boy wouldn’t walk for a long while, and though he’d heal, the ass-scars would remain for life. And the one he carved nice and deep on his forehead that read Guilty, well, that gift was a father son gift. He’d wear that one for all to see.

  Now all that was left was cleaning his mess. He’d already returned the dynamic duo to the apartment after drugging them again. He even got sympathy and help from security at the building while trying to haul them to the apartment. “Why am I the only responsible adult,” David had complained, carrying a knocked out Lisa in his arms. “I’m tired of babysitting grown fucking children who pop pills like candy.”

  “A damn shame,” he’d agreed. Larry was his name. He’d kindly helped him haul an unconscious Scott up after that. “Damn, what happened to him?” he asked, seeing his face.

  “Good question. I’ll let you ask him when he comes to. Judging by how I found him, I think he fucked with the wrong whore.”

  “Oh damn,” Larry had said. “I don’t have sympathy for dude’s that use women to begin with but I mean if you do, the least you can do is treat them with respect.”

  “Agreed. Who knows,” David whispered to the man. “Maybe my sister’s the one who did it to him.”

  David hadn’t been positive if everybody and their brother’s cousin’s in-laws knew what kind of woman his sister was, but judging by Larry’s knowing laugh, they sure did.

  By the time he made it back home, it was 7:00 in the morning and he was wiped the fuck out. He sat at the island in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of coffee with his eyes closed. He was way ahead of schedule. That was nice. Now to get rid of the evidence.

  Secure the evidence.

  Burn their clothes

  Bleach the equipment

  Trash the rape items at the nearest truck-stop dumpster.

  Get a nice, long, hot shower.

  Would probably be 9 or 10 by then. He could say good morning to Lizzy, sleep till two, and use the rest of the time to plan her surprise.

  Fuck. He’d have a whole night before he would see her. That wouldn’t do. Maybe he’d surprise her, meet her at the hotel.

  Mmm. Definitely.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  David sat in the car at the hotel, smiling down at the gift for Lizzy. Maybe he could just give it to her now. It was hard to know what to do. The closer he got to doing it, the bigger the climax got. It felt like his life and future sat in his lap and he had no idea how to play it, where to put it, or execute it for the best epic effect. She was still deciding that. All the way to the end of the story, she was still deciding his every move.

  His sweet naïve Lizzy. What a treasure she turned out to be. His chest ached with the rogue thought of his mother. He didn’t really remember much about her. Maybe at the age of five, the fragments of her memory embedded in his young bones. He wasn’t sure, he just knew not being able to bring Lizzy home to meet her produced a pain that cut deeper than he understood. Lizzy deserved to have a mother he could bring her home to.

  He thought about Auntie and couldn’t resist a smile. In a way she was his mother too now. And he liked that. An idea hit him, and he pulled his phone out, scrolling through his contacts. At reaching his Uncle’s number, he hit send.

  After three rings, a deep voice said, “Well, I’ll be a son-of-a-gun. He lives and breathes.”

  David laughed realizing instantly that he missed him.

  “How’
s my favorite dirty storyteller? Yes, I read your work, you filthy scoundrel.”

  “Uncle Bart!” David laughed. “I pray you’re kidding.”

  “You are one sick puppy, son. I like it,” he said in his deep voice, followed by a devious laugh. “What brings those pretty-boy fingers to my electronic doorstep? You in some kind of trouble?” He quipped the question like he might hope he was so he could get in on it.

  “Welllll, depends on how you define trouble.”

  “Uh-oh,” he muttered. “Please tell me you found the woman of your dreams and she has a single mother.”

  David busted out laughing. “You are…so close!”

  This brought his uncle’s booming laugh. “Son, that was a joke, you should well know. I don’t do women.”

  “That’s unfortunate, because I did meet the woman of my dreams and she has an aunt that I would like you to meet. Single. Amazing. Beautiful,” he added. “And one hell of a sense of humor.”

  “Not interested,” he said, sounding bored.

  “Come on, Uncle Bart! I need you, I’m calling in a favor.”

  More raucous laughter like that was an absurdity. “Boy, I don’t owe you jack shit!”

  “I have money.”

  “Don’t want it, don’t need it.”

  David got an idea and searched through his phone for that pic Lizzy just sent him of both of them. “Well, let me show you my girlfriend at least. You realize you’ll have to meet her soon, right?” David sent the photo.

  “Bring her on down,” he muttered. “Oh…” he said, making David grin at hearing he was looking at their picture. “Her aunt, you say,” he mused. “You got yourself one beautiful little lady there, son.”

  “Her name is Lizzy. Her aunt is Christine,” he added with a grin.

  “Hmm,” he said, like he was still staring. “What do you need boy,” he said, gruffly.

  “I was wondering if you were busy at the moment. I needed a babysitter kind of quick.”

  “A babysitter.”

  “I’m sitting here at a luxury hotel where my girlfriend and her aunt are for the weekend. I have a surprise for Lizzy, and I need a babysitter for her aunt for a couple…four hours while I give it to her. Was thinking you and her could…meet at the hotel bar or something.”

  “You expect me to get dressed and drive all the way to town and go meet a complete stranger who is a woman?”

  “It’s only three miles!” David laughed. “You act like you’re in the Alps.”

  “I’m in the yonder, same thing.”

  “The yonder. Come on Uncle Bart, help me out. I’m begging.”

  “Cot dammit boy,” he growled. “I’m not leaving here, but if you wanna come by for a visit, I won’t kick you out.”

  “With Christine?”

  “Well, that’s the point isn’t it?”

  “Yes! Thank you! Now?”

  “Well I don’t know son, you’re the one calling the dad-gum shots seems like. But if I do this, you have to agree to some fishing and hunting.”

  “Deal, I’ll do it. I’d love to. I need a break from the city anyway.”

  “Damn right you do. By the way,” he said lowly. “When are you releasing book three in the Dirty Dark series. I like that one.”

  David couldn’t believe his ears.

  “But don’t you tell a soul I read that filth.”

  “And who would I tell that you could care less would know?”

  “Nobody, and I aim to keep it that way.”

  “Well, I’m pretty sure Lizzy probably told Christine all about my books by now. Maybe it’ll give you both something to talk about.” David fought not to laugh at that, imagining the look on his face since the book was one of the darkest erotic stories he’d written. “Maybe I’m starting to figure out where I get my creativity from, Uncle Bart. Do you secretly write?”

  “I do not,” he said, but it sure sounded like a straight up exclusion of the truth.

  David would let it go for now. “I’ll call Lizzy and see if they’re interested in taking a ride into the yonder.”

  He took a breath and it escaped long and low. “Guess I’ll get cleaned up. Call me when you’re on the way,” he grumbled.

  “Thank you Uncle Bart. I owe you.”

  “Damn right you do. Fishing and hunting for the rest of the year.”

  “Done,” David assured.

  He hung up and texted Lizzy. How would you and your aunt like to take a ride to meet my Uncle Bart?

  His phone buzzed and he read her message. Now?

  Yes, he texted, smiling while waiting.

  Auntie is asking if this is the uncle you told her about?

  He smiled and texted, Yes.

  The ellipses waved on the screen for a long time and he wondered what in the world she could be typing. Like right this second?

  He typed, Yes, right this second. Or within the half hour.

  The ellipses moved for another long time. What on earth did you tell Auntie about this Uncle, she’s freaking out excited.

  David was back to smiling. She asked if I had an uncle like me and I told her about him.

  Are you sure David? I don’t want her getting hurt.

  Fuck, he didn’t even think of that. I’m betting she knows how to take care of herself. But my uncle is a perfect gentleman.

  Unlike you?

  He grinned nodding. Definitely. Although, he just told me he reads my books.

  Nooooooooo!

  I know! I was blown away with shock.

  I miss you.

  I’m outside your room. He knocked on the door and the second she opened it, she launched in his arms, bear hugging him.

  “Oh God, I missed you,” she whispered, making him laugh while feeling like he floated on some cloud. This. This is what he fucking needed. Her. Always.

  She continued holding him tight, not moving and he stroked her back, cradling her head. The moment she pulled back he dove on her mouth.

  “What on earth are you all doing in the hall?” her aunt called.

  “Mmm,” he murmured against her lips. “I have a surprise for you.”

  “Oh my God, stop taunting me about it!” She pushed his chest.

  He realized he’d tell her at his uncle’s. He couldn’t think of a better place to do it.

  ****

  “Ohhhh my word, Lizzy, how’s my hair?” Auntie shrilled at seeing his uncle standing on the porch, waiting. “Oh my land, he’s a god-blessed hunk!” she squealed, shaking David’s shoulder in excitement.

  “Go easy on him, he’s not really into women.”

  “What!?” she cried in shock. “Then why am I here!?”

  “Because I wanted you to meet him!” David said, still laughing.

  “What if he doesn’t like me!”

  “How can he not like you?” David argued, sure his uncle would love her. “You’re beautiful, fun, funny.”

  “He’s right,” Lizzy said, turning to her, grabbing her hand on the seat as they parked.

  “Oh hell, I am a nervous wreck,” she whispered. “You have any alcohol? I need something.”

  David couldn’t stop laughing while his gaze lowered on Lizzy’s body for the fiftieth time. She had on that teal summer dress with the strap that went around her neck. It made her eyes and skin glow.

  “He’s coming!” Auntie gasped. “Look at that swagger, my God! Why didn’t you tell me he was Calvin Klein!” she wailed. “I should’ve dressed better. I look like a grandmother!”

  “You look beautiful,” David promised, turning to her. “He likes ladies. And you’re exactly that.” She wore a similar dress as Lizzy, only not as revealing. It was perfect for his uncle’s taste, this he was sure. Or so he thought. He wasn’t so sure after learning he read dark erotica.

  David shut the car off and opened his door, entering his uncle’s bear hug. “Boy I ought to string you up for staying away so long. Look at you,” he said, giving him a once over. “Thick and sturdy. Grow’d into a strong man.”


  His proud deep voice reached a place in David he’d not felt in a long time. “Sorry, I kept meaning to call and come.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I know how that city-sucking life is,” he said, his voice gruff as Lizzy and her aunt got out of the car.

  “Uncle Bart, I’d like you to meet my beautiful girlfriend Lizzy, and her beautiful Aunt Christine.”

  “So nice to meet you,” Lizzy said, shaking his hand then entering David’s embrace.

  “A pleasure, Mr. Bart,” her aunt said, coming around and shaking his hand next.

  David couldn’t stop his grin at the way she boldly stared at his uncle. A lot like Lizzy had done to him coming out of that elevator.

  “Pleasure’s all mine, madam,” he said. “Call me Bart.”

  “And call me Christine. Or Chris. Or Auntie.” She fluttered a nervous hand. “Maybe not Auntie,” she corrected, making them laugh.

  “Yeah, maybe not,” his uncle agreed, his masculinity at full throttle. It wasn’t forced, it was just a natural trait and judging by the look her aunt wore, it was rubbing all over her female parts.

  David’s masculinity was completely different. It seemed to hide under his skin and came out in certain ways and places. Like with Lizzy. In their dungeon.

  Their dungeon.

  He had to wonder when he’d given her mutual ownership in everything. Maybe the second he saw her in that elevator.

  They all went into his uncle’s remote cabin in the yonder and David forgot how much he loved the place. He was meticulously ordered but everything held an almost old-fashioned, nostalgia air about it. He loved it, he remembered. Missed it too.

  He suddenly had a mental glimpse of him and Lizzy living some place like this. Away from everything and everybody. Would be a paradise. They really needed to visit his cabin in North Carolina now. He could easily renovate it, make some minor additions and upgrades.

  After a good twenty-minutes of small talk, his uncle said, “Christine, you want to see the lake?”

  “Ohhh, you have a lake? I would love to see the lake.”

  David stole a glance at Lizzy as they sat hand in hand on the worn brown leather couch. He gave her a wink and she smiled at him.