Brooke Ch. 04

"No! Maybe! I don't know. I'm being punished by him!" Brooke spat at her.

For no good reason, except she had a captive audience and needed to talk, she told the woman the whole sorry tale from beginning to end. Dorothy didn't interrupt but took everything in.

"Well! You are in the shit that's for sure and so is your friend! When he gets bored with the game you will both probably disappear, for good," she observed. "You seduced his secretary come girlfriend!" she laughed. "He doesn't have much luck with women does he? You might as well let me go now, I'm not going to add to your problems," she said.

"Could you help us, please, mistress!" Brooke said, attempting to gain some sympathy from the woman. "I'll be your little suck toy for ever if you do," Brooke whined like a wind up doll, trying to be appealing.

"As much as I like the idea there's no way I'll get involved, not with him, though there is someone who might help. They can easily be forced to help," Dorothy added, looking deep in thought. "Wait here," she told her.

Brooke sat rocking back and forth, more worried for her friend than ever. She was desperate for help otherwise she wouldn't have said anything to that damn woman.

Dorothy walked back in trailing the pet on a leash they had seen earlier. "You recognised her didn't you, don't lie, I saw it in your face. She's a trainer at the police academe, don't worry your secret is safe with me," she said to the cop.

The policewoman was still naked on hands and knees and looked up suddenly with a look of abject dread plastered across her face.

Reluctantly Brooke repeated the events to the cop. The naked party pet sat with Brooke and Dorothy listening to the tale of woe. She became a cop again asking questions, clarifying points, which was almost ludicrous for all she wore, was a collar and leash. Dorothy added a few details about the compound while they hashed over what might be a solution.

"What about you?" Brooke asked the cop.

"I don't want out of here if that's what you mean. Just don't ever mention you've ever met me, OK?" the naked cop said firmly.

They turned toward Dorothy. "I'll be pleased to get him out of the way, I might even move back into the house. I'm still married to the bastard and he owes me big time," she stated, with a flash of anger in her eyes.

Dorothy argued with the manager but eventually managed to whisk away both women.

The cop wouldn't tell either of them her name but promised to carry through the arrangements. "Good luck with your friend. I'll be there right on time so don't fuck up or you'll be in trouble big time," she warned and walked briskly to her apartment.

"She's taking one hell of a chance playing around in that club," Brooke said.

"It's best never to mention it to anyone, not even to your friend. If those guys in there find out who she is, well you can imagine," Dorothy said, with a shiver of disgust.

Dorothy had used the club dungeon for a light teasing fun but if they took the cop down there she would never see the light of day again. Those sadistic fiends wouldn't just tease her they would use the equipment to painfully torture the poor twisted woman.

Dorothy dropped Brooke off at her apartment. "You actually live here?" she asked. "Well, good luck and let me know what happens. Just fix that bastard up and I'll owe you big time little pet," he said with a big smile.

Brooke didn't hang around she ran up the stairs and almost bumped into William sitting on the dark stars outside the apartment. "Come on, its time to do it!" she said through gritted teeth.

He tamely followed her into the bedroom. "You OK? Feeling scared?" she said, while peeling off the dress yet again. This time she wore no underwear having got dressed quickly to leave the club.

If he had been ready to back out before, his eyes now revealed he would follow her anywhere. She bent over to grab a t-shirt and jeans from a dirty pile of clothes on the floor, ready to pull them on. Instead she turned to him sensing the troops needed a morale boost, something to stiffen them up.

"I'm so vey grateful Will, you know that don't you?" she said, moving in for a big hug.

He couldn't say anything. He wrapped his arms around her carful not to touch anything too delicate.

She pulled his hands over her bottom. "Hold me tight Will, I need your strength, need you to be my big strong hero," she whispered into his ear.

"Yes, Brooke, I'll do anything for you, honest," he whispered back.

"You can't go around like that you'll be too distracted," she said and grabbed his cock to explain what she meant. Brooke loved teasing men but usually had no intention of giving them what they wanted. She meant what she had said but he was shy and inexperienced, so it had to be handled right.

"It's my fault I've turned you on, prancing around like this, I was just too eager to get going. I should have thought about you more. Shall I do something about it for you? I don't want you making a mistake because you're thinking about it, you know?" she said, while trying to sound and look demure.

"No! I'll be OK. I won't let you down," he blustered.

His innocence and honesty got to her again, besides, he was vital to the plan.

"You're so sweet, Will," she said. Brooke wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Pushing her pelvis up against his cock she decided to take his virginity.

She slid down his body onto her knees and loosened his jeans pulling them off. He shook with passion thinking she was going to blow him again. A million misgivings went through his mind, wondering if he was up to it. She guided his feet out of both jeans and underwear.

Grabbing his hands she pulled him onto the bed where he fell next to her. "I need a big strong man to take me and calm my nerves," she said and meant it. "Make me yours, Will, make love to me," she encouraged. Not daring to touch his cock in case she set him off she just hoped he wouldn't let himself down. Not because of her need but for the sake of his self-esteem.

He needed some encouragement to roll on top of her. With no experience his full weight was on her but she liked it, loved to be dominated and crushed into the bed. Snaking a hand between them she guided his rock hard cock, rubbing it over her already wet lips.

"It's so big! Don't hurt me Will, please. Take me gently, don't rush me," she whispered.

He was far too close and too eager to hear what she said but something of the message worked through to his brain, preventing him from going at her like a rabid rabbit. She guided his hips upward then pulled strongly, forcing him to pierce her body deep. She opened her legs and slammed them around his hips needing to absorb all of him.

She had been teased to the point of torture all day and needed a good fucking. His nerves from being the first time kept him back from a quick orgasm which was just as well for both of them.

They sweated, breathing heavily, settling into a steady rhythm, enjoying the animal lust dulling rational thought, sinking into a primal motion with throaty grunts emphasising every thrust.

William cum first, unaware of anything, least of all that of a gentleman's protocol.

Unusually she felt every spurt of sperm, every spasm of his cock, following every one of them with delightful ripples through her stomach. Brooke had been reduced to a vagina with nothing else existing in her world. There was nothing in her mind but pleasure from a big cock filling her up.

They lay sated in a heap of sweaty flesh no longer two individuals but one organism made whole by a mutual primitive pleasure.

Brooke recovered first. "Hell! You fucked me good, fuck, that was good," she whispered with a hoarse throat. She figured she must have been yelling but the neighbours were used to that, not that she cared about it.

"Hold me. Kiss my nipples, gently their sore," she said.

"No! Leave that alone, you've beaten it so much all ready," she scolded him.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked.

"No!" she laughed. "Don't look at me like that, you're too intense," she added.

He rested his head on her breasts looking up at her. "Will you talk to me when we go to college?" he asked.

"What? Of course I will fool," she laughed. "You're no longer a nerdy boy you're a sex machine. I'll go right up to you in class and give you big sloppy kiss you idiot," she said. Seeing the look of honest pleasure on his face she couldn't help teasing him. "Then I'll crawl under your desk and blow you, just so everyone knows I belong to you," she teased.

"It's time!" she announced.

"Again?" he asked.

"No you fuck machine! Its time to go, lets get to business," she said, wrestling away from him.

Brooke found some underwear from the same heap of clothes abandoned on the floor and started to pull it on while he watched.

"Hey! Get moving sex machine. No! There would have been time for a shower if you hadn't been such a big long fucker, besides we'll be crawling along a drainage ditch so it won't matter," she cajoled him. Pulling up the jeans she was relieved to see he was eager to get on with the job.

***

"Yes, your right. This is a good place to hide the car," she confirmed. Brooke wasn't used to stealth, she preferred to blunder in then bluster her way out of trouble. "Pity there's no trees between here and the house," she mused.

"No trees therefore no twigs to snap underfoot, just soft grass all the way up to the wall. No lights this side either," he told her. "Tools," he replied, to the enquiring look.

They made a dash from the trees at a half crouch, expecting at any moment to be challenged but made it undetected. The house looked impressive from the inside, where guests were received, but it wasn't as well protected as it was made out to be.

"It may be all show but this wall looks daunting enough for me," Brooke whispered.

"Along here, follow me," he said.

A well concealed grill at the foot of the wall was given away by a ditch running out across the sloping ground. Anyone seeing the ditch would be led right up to the wall and scrubby bushes concealing the wire mesh.

William pruned the bush back with is mothers gardening shears giving better access. He had a tool kit with him but a steady shove revealed it hadn't been put back properly from all those years ago when he slipped out that way. He lowered it carefully to the ground.

Brooke was more nervous than he was but then it was only his uncle but her gangster pimp. Carlene had warned if she carried on so blatantly defying convention Brooke would end up a whore and she had been right. Not from choice though, that bastard had forced her into it to protect her friend.

That's why they were there, she reminded herself, to save her friend from the bastard. She just hoped he hadn't hurt her.

"You can follow me and let me know if my ass looks cute in these jeans," she quipped, but the humour had drained from her voice.

They crawled through the narrow opening, thankful it was dry.

"He must have installed a circulation pump to stop the overflow," William said.

"Eh? Shut up, you're being a nerdy boy," she scolded him.

They stifled giggles threatening to erupt from the building tension.

Overhead the moon shone through a grill of bars. Over her shoulder she whispered. "We're fucked!"

He crawled over her body, biting a nipple on the way. He pushed at the bars and the whole thing crept up an inch. "Push!" he told her.

"That's what I told to you earlier," she giggled, but heaved at the grill with him.

He pulled a screwdriver from the roll of tools and propped it up just enough for her to squeeze through. She held it for him all the while scanning the pool area. He was through and laid it quietly away from the opening.

"Come on!" he whispered.

Brooke remained stooped staring across the pool. She saw herself tied to a chair being abused by three big men in black suits. She hadn't seen their eyes behind the shades making them anonymous strangers taking her.

"Bastards!" she swore.

Brooke took a hold of his shoulder and turned him toward the front gates. "When you see me with her unlock the gate then run over here to help. If you hear loads of noise, do the same. Just don't look back, run for it. Do you hear me?" she warned him.

"Why unlock the gate? Were not using it," he asked, in confusion.

"I'm no good at all this shit. Forgot to tell you there's a bigger plan going down. Just do it. Did I tell you you're a great lay?" she said.

"You need me to help find her," he said, feeling left out.

"Someone told me this afternoon. I know where she is," Brooke said and gave him a shove. She hoped her friend wasn't being forced to entertain the bastard in his lair; otherwise all this was for nothing.

She crept around the pool toward the house peering into the shadows hoping not to find a bodyguard lurking there. Dorothy said the night shift always slept on duty but that was while she was living there, some time ago.

The bastard had kicked her out on finding she was a lesbian with a penchant for pet-girls. He couldn't chop his wife while being watched closely by the police. He wanted to do the job himself so bided his time; he was vengeful but patient with it.

Slipping into the shadows Brooke waited while her eyes adjusted and looked for the doorway to the guest rooms.

A heavy hand clasped her mouth with another wrapping tight around her body. The scream was muffled but she kicked backwards finding nothing. The big guy had leaned forward knowing what to expect. Her soft shoes wouldn't have damaged him in the slightest.

"You forgot about the cameras," he said into an ear. "I'm surprised to see you back so soon. Stop that it's unfriendly," he told her when she tried to slam her head back into his face. "Settle down, I'm not going to hurt you, but if you make a noise others will," he warned.

Brooke didn't believe him. He was one of the big black suits that abused her roughly by the pool. Being dressed in shorts and t-shirt didn't disguise the fact.

"You're going in the wrong direction for your friend," he said. He let her go and grabbed a wrist while she adjusted to what he was saying.

She reluctantly followed trying desperately to work out what the hell was going on. He was going to lock her up with Carlene that much was clear but why hadn't he called the others. Shit! It was obvious he intended to have his way with them both. Perhaps that was to their advantage.

The big man walked into the room without knocking.

"Steve! What's up?" Carlene asked, while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Brooke peeked around him at her friend. "Brooke! What are you doing here?"

"Been playing around without me then?" she asked.

"No, nothing like that, Steve's been protecting me," Carlene said, still hardly believing it wasn't a dream.

"I'm here to get you out," she said, looking up at Steve, wondering what had been going on.

"You should think twice about that. He will find you both and then you'll be sorry," he said, sounding concerned.

"Let me worry about that!" she said, still whispering as they all were. Carlene looked at her not believing she was there and obviously convinced he was right. "I've made arrangements, Freddy's going to be taken care of, we need to get out of here," Brooke hissed at her friend and looked at her watch.

"What kind of arrangements. Is the cavalry going to storm the fort? Or is you're little boyfriend out there going to scare the shit out of the boss?" he said, while shaking his head as though in sympathy.

Brooke looked at her watch again. Steve didn't miss it this time either. "You have called the cavalry! It can't be the police or he would have been tipped off and be waiting for you to show up. Is it the Feds? Shit! I'm going too! What's the plan?"

They crept into the next room and Steve manhandled the secretary out of bed. She didn't utter a word. Having spent two days haunted by what might happen when Freddy got around to punishing her she had broken down, unable to function. The two girls guided her out to the pool like a zombie between them.

"I'll not fit down there!" he sighed. He had turned off the security system and joined them at the hole in the wall. William had been ready to take on the hulk until the girls calmed him down. "I'll walk out the front door and join you in the woods," he told them.

He replaced the grill so as to put the Feds off their track and ran to the gate, sure that his lazy colleagues were fast asleep.

***

"Shit! We'll never fit in that thing!" Steve cursed.

"It's a Beatle, very reliable, a sixties icon!" Brooke defended it sharply.

They jostled around eventually figuring it out. The secretary was squeezed in the back on top of William sitting next to Carlene. The secretary was quiet having resigned herself to be going for the final ride into oblivion.

"Look after her Will. She's in shock," Brooke whispered to him.

Steve took the driving seat looking like a big kid in a toy car, with Brooke beside him emphasising the image. Without lights they crawled along a makeshift track between the trees. Steve figured someone, police or others, had flattened the grass driving in to spy on the house.

"Stop here," Brooke stated loudly. They were on the edge of the woods still concealed by trees. Each of them could hear the heavy breathing and tom-tom drum beats of hearts pounding.

"This is more excitement than I've had in a long time," Steve announced. He wished he hadn't given up smoking. Lights appeared in the distance then went out. The cowardly man in the moon had ran and hidden behind some clouds. Three cars and a truck passed by silently, apart from the sound of tyres kicking up loose stones on the dirt track up to the house.

There was only one place they were going, and that was up to the house. Each of them held their breaths for a silent vigil, revealing the uneven ticking of the engine.

Counting to twenty then repeating the process, Brooke announced, "Go quietly and slowly. Don't fucking panic!" she shouted, sounding as though she already had.

The car eased out onto the dirt track and coasted down it to the concrete road. Turning onto that they made off into the city not knowing where to go, just relieved to be making a progressive distance away from trouble.

Around five miles out they burst into a pandemonium of conversations, the mêlée of voices not making sense but all singing the same hymn of deliverance. At once they stopped talking to think about what next.

The secretary perked up. "I'm not going to be killed then?" she asked, in a perfectly sincere and innocent voice.

The two girls turned to look at her. Steve would have but he couldn't budge. They didn't laugh but looked thoughtful.

At last Carlene spoke. "No, not yet, maybe sometime, who knows."

"Get with the program darling Carlene. He's going away for a long time in a Federal prison," she laughed. "If what I've been told the weasel will try to make a deal and that will make him more enemy's than even he can cope with," Brooke laughed.

She had a cop as a contact now but couldn't say anything. It gave her confidence and a warm feeling to know she again had friends to help her out of trouble.