by Finian Blake
“I like Terri’s better.”
Diane looked out the window to see if there was anybody on the street. She noticed the garage door open over by Terri’s house. Deciding to see if she could complete her score she cuffed Lola’s wrists to her ankles.
“Come with me.” She kept Ruby in front of her allowing her to walk untethered. Angie’s husband Frank was paying big bucks to have the four women taken out in the most horrible manner possible. A movie with four real snuffs in it would sell for big bucks on the underground market and Dianne was determined to deliver. She might still be able to get one or both of them for delivery. Throwing the capture bag over her shoulder Dianne walked down the street with her hand on Ruby’s elbow to control her.
The van was parked in the garage with its motor still running as the two women cautiously walked to the open garage door. Diane cautiously looked in the van to see that Milo was sitting in the front seat drunk on his ass with half of a two-liter bottle of whiskey next to him. Dianne helped Ruby climb into the back of the van climbing in being careful not to rouse Milo. Milo was incoherent, sitting in the driver’s seat mumbling with drool running out the corner of his mouth.
“Susan sent me to see if you are all right.” Milo didn’t bother to see who was talking to him.
“Alright yeah I’m way drunk. They got me. They got Terri and beat her. They made me do things to Terri and service them. They got Suki and started on her when Noah got them. He got both of them, but good.” Noah was a new name to Dianne. He sounded like someone she might want to avoid.
“Who is Noah?” Milo started waving his arms around ranting in a half drunken stupor.
“He is a very bad dude. He kills people all over the world and makes people disappear completely. One minute they are here and the next minute they are all gone vanished. Noah is Hermes.” Milo was drunk out of his skull.
Dianne had as much as she could get from him calling Ruby forward. Milo always drank with Tim, and Ruby was afraid of Milo. He would watch and drink while Tim taught Ruby her lessons making lewd suggestions as Tim worked.
“Hold his head, Ruby.” Ruby grabbed Milo solidly by the hair while Dianne took the whiskey bottle encouraging him to drink the rest of the bottle allowing him to puke and then forcing more on him until he passed out cold. She looked at the petrol gauge finding that it was three quarters full. Dianne stepped out of the garage leaving the van’s engine running issuing instructions to Ruby as they moved out the door.
“Close the door.”
“He will die.”
“That is the idea he killed two of my friends, so it is his turn now.” Ruby complied with out any further discussion after all Milo encouraged Tim while he beat her. She often thought that Milo would’ve taken a few swings at her if Tim had allowed him.
Dianne took Ruby to Terri’s house and up to the bedroom. It was a shame that Terri was not her size there were so many nice things.
“Terri is a snob. It is time that you have some nice things. Take what you want.”
“But Terri…” Ruby protested.
“You deserve these things too.” Dianne put on her forceful voice. “I said take anything you want now! Is Terri any better than you?” The stern voice put Ruby back in her passive role, so she started selecting a few items of lingerie holding them up against her body as if she were in a shop. When Dianne lost patience she scooped up all of the lingerie and clothing roughly stuffing them in a large duffel bag that she found in the closet. Dianne decided to take everything and give whatever she could not use to her girls for working clothes. Dianne spotted a pair of black lambskin boots with high heels guessing that these boots would come up to mid-thigh. “Ruby, these will make your ass look great.” She held up the boot rubbing the baby soft leather on Ruby’s face. Dianne kissed Ruby again and ran her hand inside of her housecoat. Ruby returned the kiss and started to undo the top button of Dianne’s coat.
“Not yet you have to earn me.” Dianne wanted her, but did not want to start anything in Terri’s house wanting to be a prize that Ruby had to win. She was the Madam for the whorehouse, and she had to keep thirty girls in line for the Boss. Ruby was a true submissive and Dianne could control her with just her voice, so she wanted to start her off right.
“How do I earn it?”
“You have to do what I say,” Dianne kissed her again. “When I tell you to do something, you must do it without hesitation or asking questions.”
“But I…”
“You cannot ask any questions!” Dianne barked feeling that she needed to start Ruby out right. “If you ask a question you must start all over again.” Dianne pointed to the shoes on the floor. “Take them all.” Ruby started to say something. “Right now, pick up those bleeding shoes!”
Ruby bent down picking them up. Dianne made her stuff them all into a large suit case. Dianne knew they had been there too long and the idea of running into this Noah that Milo described as a cold blooded killer left her fearful. She took Ruby back to her house and up to the bedroom finding Lola unsuccessfully trying to free herself. Dianne threw her bag and the duffel bag on the bed while Ruby struggled in with the suit case. Dianne pulled a pair of patterned hose out of the duffel telling Ruby to put them on. She selected the boots that Ruby so admired having her put them on moving Ruby in front of the mirror so that she could inspect her new look. Ruby stood passively while Dianne ripped the housecoat off her, shredding and throwing it on the bed being sure not to cover Lola’s face. Ruby teetered in the high heel boots as she turned around. Dianne ran her hands over Ruby’s new lingerie as she turned.
“If you come with me all you will have to do is a few small favors for me. You do want to please me, don’t you?”
“More than anything tell me what you want.”
“I want you to do exactly what I say. If you are mine, there should be no problem. Are you mine?” Ruby nodded silently as she rubbed the lambskin boots with a distant look on her face.
“Wait until you see what’s next,” Diane half laughed as she lifted Lola’s head so that the helpless woman could see Ruby staggering around the room in Terri’s high heel boots. Ruby was completely oblivious to what was going on between the two women especially Lola’s dilemma. Dianne went down to the kitchen carefully gathering up all of Lola’s shredded clothing and the chloroform soaked cloth inside of the plastic bag with Ruby’s fingerprints on it. Dianne scattered the torn clothing across the bed around Lola mixing in the remnants of Ruby’s torn house coat. Ruby was so absorbed with admiring herself in the mirror that she did not care what Dianne was doing.
“You need a little make up.” Diane took Ruby in the bathroom having her strip in front of her. “While you are having your wash I want you to think of what you would like to do with our naughty Lola and after you take a bath we will put on your nice new clothes again. You need to be clean when you wear them.” Hygiene was one of Ruby’s shortcomings and she had a definite odor to her.
While Ruby was bathing Dianne emptied the duffel bag over Lola neatly folding all of the things they had taken from Terri’s bedroom. Lola watched as she packed up all of Terri’s clothes leaving a short black micro mini skirt and a nearly transparent thin silk maroon blouse out placing them on the duffel bag away from the bed doing the same with the contents of the suitcase. After Ruby’s bath Dianne splashed her with some of Terri’s perfume that she had stolen and made up Ruby’s face with the makeup that she could find. Dianne combed out her perm and fixed her hair with some gold clips from her own bag.
“We are going to dye your hair the same color as mine.”
“I would love that.” Dianne ran her hands through Ruby’s hair kissing her. She dressed Ruby in Terri’s lingerie that she had been wearing earlier. Dianne led Ruby out and sat her on the edge of the bed. She handed Ruby the boots telling her to put them on again. Dianne stood Ruby in front of the mirror positioning herself directly behind her with Ruby not recognizing herself.
“You see. You are just as beautiful
as Terri.”
Dianne was ready for the next scene instructing her to remove the gag from Lola’s mouth.
“Ruby you ripped off Terri! You are out of your mind,” Lola ranted not considering her tenuous position. “She will kill you. I was right to call you the dumbest bitch on the planet.”
“Make her shut up.” Ruby was in tears since her big trigger was being called stupid.
“You make her shut up!” Dianne allowed Ruby to torment Lola exercising her darkest imagination to play out for a full hour before finally stopping her. Dianne cut the bloody cord from her rebinding Lola with one of Terri’s scarves not wanting to damage her further. Dianne stood behind Ruby with an arm around her waist.
“You need to enjoy this more.” She sat Ruby on the edge of the bed dipping Ruby’s hands in Lola’s blood. “Make her fear what you will do.” Lola was shaking her head and her legs were kicking wildly with her high heels tearing more holes in the bedding. “Be sure to take your time. This is the woman that has been screwing your husband while you made him sweets. You need to get six months of satisfaction out of this bitch. Lola needs to be sorry for everything that she has ever done to you.” Ruby did as she was told leaving several lipstick smears along with some bloody hand prints. Ruby’s passive side was turning to aggressive after all of those months of abuse. Her mind reveled as Lola struggled for air.
“I want you.” Ruby said as she reached for Dianne across Lola. She was both excited and ashamed.
“Not yet, you still have to prove yourself.” Dianne started to prepare them both for transport. “Do you have anything that you would like to say to Ruby before I gag you?” Not waiting for an answer she placed a piece of flesh colored tape over Lola’s mouth drawing lips on the tape with lipstick where her mouth should be. She then tied Lola’s hands securely to her thighs looping another scarf around her elbows. When she was finished Dianne slipped one of Ruby’s stained housecoats over Lola’s shoulders buttoning it up.
“Is this going to be necessary for you,” Diane asked with Ruby shaking her head no. Dianne pointed to the skirt and blouse on the duffel bag. “You may dress yourself,” Dianne said making Ruby dress in front of the mirror. The short black mini skirt and silk maroon blouse made her feel sexier than she had ever felt before with the soft black lamb skin boots intensifying the effects. Dianne snapped at her. “Take Lola to the kitchen.” She tied a scarf around Lola’s neck allowing Ruby to take her out of the bedroom like a dog.
Before leaving the room, Dianne inspected her handy work with pride. There were torn and bloody clothes scattered over the bed, including the clear plastic bag with the chloroformed cloth with Ruby’s hand prints on it and the torn bed clothes plus the bloody cord used to bind Lola. Dianne picked up the two bags and went down to the kitchen completely satisfied with her work. The police loved nice quick solutions and would come to a quick conclusion without much trouble. Lola and Ruby were waiting for her in the kitchen. Ruby looked like a sexy hooker. Dianne sat Lola in a chair standing behind her.
“Ruby, do you have any rat poison?”
“Why rat poison?” Ruby could not understand.
“If you have any get it now! That question will make us start all over again.” Dianne scowled feeling the need to keep her attention. Ruby scrambled to the sink producing a box of rat poison while Dianne was painfully raking Lola with her nails. “Open the box and sprinkle it all on the sponge cake.” Ruby did as she was instructed without hesitation. “Now sprinkle on the cinnamon and raisins.” Ruby sprinkled some cinnamon and raisins over the cake as instructed following it with the cooled custard over the top shaking some cinnamon and nutmeg on the top. Lola was mumbling into her gag excitedly with her eyes bulging out.
“Would you like to say something? I could replace this gag with something like Ruby’s used panties.” Lola shut up instantly. Dianne took the knock out drops from her bag handing them to Ruby. “You said that he likes brandy with his sweet?” Ruby nodded retrieving a half full bottle of brandy from the pantry proceeding to pour the whole vial into the bottle shaking it vigorously to be sure that the mixture was even. There were enough drops in the vial to knock out a hundred or kill ten people. Dianne turned to Ruby and looked her up and down.
Dianne adjusted Ruby’s clothes. The dark maroon top went well with her short black skirt and high heel black lamb skin boots. Terri’s clothes made her look and feel like a different woman. Go comb your hair and fix your face. She watched as Ruby swayed down the hallway to the bath. Dianne turned her attention to Lola. Whose hands and elbows were tied under the ugly housecoat that Ruby provided.
“You need an accessory with that ugly thing.” She retied the long scarf uncomfortably tight at the very end around Lola’s neck leaving three feet hanging over her shoulder. Dianne gave the scarf a quick jerk causing Lola to tip backwards falling to the floor. “Yes that is much better. Some people think that they can run at the last minute. It was too late for you when you walked in the front door.” Dianne watched Lola struggle to get up. After several failures she finally took hold of Lola’s hair roughly helping her to her feet. Ruby raced into the room oblivious to Lola’s situation.
“I cannot believe how I look in these clothes.” Ruby looked fresh and sexy in Terri’s clothes.
“Before we leave I want you to write down all of those things that you thought of doing to this slut while you were watching. Start with the things that you did in the bed room.” Dianne had a thought. “Don’t mention me this is your list.”
Dianne stepped in to the bath to readjust her appearance undoing her jacket to reveal a transparent maroon blouse and bra hiking up her skirt above mid-thigh and combing her hair back close to her head once again. She walked up to Ruby giving her a passionate kiss. Dianne ran her hands over the thin material of Ruby’s blouse exploring her without restraint. Ruby responded by reaching for a breast, with Dianne slapping her hands firmly. “I told you that you were back to the start because of your question.” Dianne wanted to make her comply with her wishes. “We have a color code at the poker game. Maroon means you are reserved.” Dianne turned to Lola. “Red means there are no restrictions and the players may do as they wish without the slightest restraint.” She reached up under the housecoat giving Lola’s thigh a painful pinch. “We have a player tonight named Frank he really knows how to make a woman uncomfortable and we also have a guest from America called Mistress Pain. You will just die when you meet her.” Diane laughed wickedly at her own comment putting the list under the box of rat poison.
Dianne had Lola sit in the front seat moving the seat as far forward as it would go. Ruby sat in the back seat just behind Lola, with the seat reclined, so that it rested firmly against Ruby’s legs and the head rest was against her chest effectively trapping her until the seat was moved back again while leaving her full access to Lola.
“While we are driving you may make her uncomfortable.” Dianne took Ruby’s hand moving it to one of Lola’s breasts. “Lola I have one more accessory for you.” Dianne pulled a pair of opaque sunglasses out of the console. She eased them over Lola’s eyes making Lola effectively blind. Tears started to roll down Lola’s cheeks from under her glasses as she realized that her position was totally hopeless.
Dianne would have a seat at the game instead of entertaining and Lola would be dead before sunrise. Moreover, Ruby would be wanted for murder when they found Lola’s asphyxiated corpse with the plastic bag with Ruby’s finger prints over her head in a muddy ditch, and the bloated body of her poisoned husband in the house. Dianne did not want to kill Ruby because someone this passive had a special value. She could make Ruby do anything that she wanted her to do since she was wanted for murder and Dianne would hide her, if she cooperated. If she did not cooperate, there was always another poker game. Dianne decided that one of her other girls would do as a sacrifice for the game. She would reserve Ruby for her personal body slave.
Noah said his goodbyes to the women noticing that Terri was still wearing the
bloody ankle boots. He pulled Terri close.
“Get rid of those boots. You do not want that kind of a souvenir. They will always remind you of what happened this morning every time that you wear them.” He turned starting a fast walk back to the Ark covering ten yards. Before he got to the Ark he felt a tap on his shoulder. Terri was barefoot holding out her red boots.
“Stick them up their ass before they leave.” She kissed him deeply, gently bit his lip, and pushed him toward the plane. “Don’t forget to come back.”
Noah closed up the Ark going up to the flight deck.
“They’re stripping out in the middle of the ramp for you,” the Franks cheered. The guide man came out and signaled the crew to fire up the engines. The guide waved them forward and a second before they made their turn all four women flashed their breasts. Noah could see the bruises on Terri from the cockpit. Frank almost missed the turn. Terri watched the Ark turn out and head down the taxiway. She brought her lips close to Susan’s ear.
“He’s mine.” Susan had instructed Terri to soften Noah up with sex. With her assets Terri never missed, but this time not only did she miss her objective, she was ready to have his children.
“When we started this, every one of us agreed not to chase married men. You do know that Noah is married and has a daughter.”
“I agreed to that, but I will settle for being his mistress.” Susan could tell that Terri was serious.
“Terri, he is all business. He will only break your heart.”
Terri swung her finger under each of the other women’s noses and said one word, “mine.” Susan knew she could not change Terri’s mind once it was made up. The best she could do would be to keep her eyes open and help Terri when her heart did break. Susan put her arm around her and Terri shrunk back in pain.
“Come back to the Inn with me. You need some medical attention.”
In a few minutes, the Ark was airborne. Frank slid Noah’s bag out from underneath the navigator’s station reading the sign on the front pouch, ‘OPEN ME FIRST’.
