It's My Party

Meanwhile, Ann's shirt was off, and after an intentional ploy of having trouble unhooking her bra, she finally undid the clasp and displayed her breasts for the waiting audience. They were the fine breasts of a twenty-year-old woman in excellent physical shape, taut and shapely and with perky nipples of dark chocolate color that looked as if they were just waiting to be suckled. Ann pinched her nipples to arouse them and then walked straight to the transparent door and pressed her naked breasts against it. She cupped her hands under her tits and then did a slow gyration, rubbing the hard points of her nipples against the door. The appearance was that of begging the boys to suck her dry.

And then it was Madison's turn again. She stood up and turned her shoulders and head to give them the sexiest "Come hither boys, I'm ready for you" smile she could manage. She then bent forward again and arched her spine while at the same time rising up on tiptoes. The net effect was to raise her anus and vulva into a very visible and accessible position, with her enticing red fur hanging beneath. Madison spread her butt cheeks again and bore down on her bowels, causing her exposed anus to pout and open slightly. The invitation for anal coupling was unmistakable. Madison wiggled her butt playfully, showing the boys how eager she was for mounting. She jerked her hips back and forth, just as if she already had a cock shoved up her butt. It wasn't hard to imagine it. A stiff tent pole was showing in each of the three men's pants.

It was Ernesto who came to his senses first. "What the hell?!" he thought, and he grabbed Segundo's binoculars from around his panting leader's neck and then pressed himself against the outside edge of the spiral. He was scanning as far along the spiral as he could, and what he saw horrified him. He was catching glimpses of activity, right at their old position. Their supplies, their supplies!?!

"Setup!" he screamed, and he started running back to their backpacks and canteens as fast as his body could move. Segundo blinked and froze for a moment as his mind switched gears, and then he screamed in frustration. A second later he and Geraldo chased after Ernesto. Segundo cursed as he ran. It was so difficult to sprint with a throbbing hard erection.

"Great work Ann," Madison said as she pulled up her panties and pants. "Get ready for take-off."

Ann replied with a nervous giggle. "Maddy, I never realized what a cute butt you have!"

Madison blinked in shocked surprise, but then a brief eye contact revealed that the comment was made as a pure joke to relieve Ann's nervous tension and embarrassing interest in the color of Madison's pubic fur. Madison grinned and then it was back to business. She checked in with Jada on their adversaries' position. Ann got the bikes as Madison moved to unlock the door.

At Spiral Mark 38,500

Biking with Cassie at 25 kph and the sky-bridge less than a kilometer away, Hannah thought they were out of danger. She had no idea that top runners could run this fast. The three muchachos were managing to pace her and Ashley down the spiral, less than 500 meters back.

Through a brutal burst of speed, Segundo had managed to catch up to Ernesto, and for about twenty seconds the two men sprinted side by side. "Segundo," Ernesto gasped as he ran, "Give me the gun."

Segundo wondered if Ernesto wanted to stop and fire. "From five hundred meters?!" he thought. "With a pistol?!" The two side-cars were tiny dots, even with binoculars just barely visible as Hannah biked near the outside arc of the spiral. But then Segundo realized Ernesto considered himself a much better marksman, and Segundo had to admit that he was. "Right… When we stop," he panted. "Know the place…"

Ernesto nodded. He suspected the cyclist's destination too, that pair of stores connected by the overhead walkway. Ernesto was glad it wasn't any further. They were racing at a killer pace.

Hannah with Cassie and then Ashley biked into the first floor of Blazo's Art Gallery, and Fatima pushed the button to close the door as soon as Ashley cleared the threshold. The pursuers were less than a half kilometer back and would be here in little more than a minute. Chico was waiting for the side car. He lifted Cassie's limp body out with extreme gentleness and hurried up the stairs. Several of the women were struck at how such a large man could move with such grace and speed. And then he was gone, meeting up with Aggie and Emily upstairs who would guide him to their home in Red Mall and the medical complex there.

Segundo and Ernesto arrived winded outside the stores. As they panted and caught their breath, Segundo handed Ernesto the pistol and they both looked around for some way to get to all the women they could see inside the store. Ernesto's eyes finally caught sight of the small gap between the lock and the door. He stuck the barrel of the pistol through it. The women screamed and flattened themselves against the front wall of the store.

Ernesto growled. He couldn't quite get enough angle to fire at them, but at least he could prevent them from climbing the stairs. He looked around the store. Besides this door, perhaps the stairs were their only way out. Good! Geraldo finally caught up with them, and he panted heavily as he pulled up.

Meanwhile Jada was upstairs and on the phone. She informed Ann and Madison of the successful trip of Cassie to Red Mall and the situation of Ernesto with the gun, and then commented, "Maddy, you really don't have to do this."

"Jada, it's completely safe. We won't get within 1400 meters of your position."

Jada couldn't think of a counter argument. "You get a warning from me, you even lose the phone connection, turn around immediately and get the hell out of there."

"Agreed. And Ann and I will bike at 30 kph for an hour, no way in hell any runner is going to keep up with that."

Ann and Madison pulled up with their side-cars to the spot where Cassie collapsed. They dismounted and quickly started loading the muchachos' backpacks and canteens into their vehicles. In less than a minute, everything was packed, nothing left but the damp floor where Cassie's fall had broken the water bottles. Madison paused for a second and spoke to Jada. "Segundo and company still at the sky-bridge?"

"Yeah, a total standoff. But the door will begin to seal soon though. We're not in any danger. Maddy, there's absolutely no need for you to try to lure Segundo away from here. Just take off." Jada paused and added, "That's an order."

"Oui mon capitan!" Madison replied. "I just need to relieve myself first." She dropped her pants and then squatted, urinating directly over the damp floor where Cassie had fallen. Ann had already mounted her bike and looked politely away, only turning back when she heard Madison zip her pants.

And then the anger Ann had been suppressing forced her face into a deep grimace. She and Cassidy had become dear friends this last month. "One second Maddy," she called out, and then surprised her companion by dropping her own pants and urinating directly over the spot Madison had chosen. Ann then zipped up quickly and mounted her bike. "I'm ready now," she said calmly.

Madison nodded and mounted her own bike. She looked back for a second at the puddle she and Ann had enlarged and thought of the brutal torture of Cassidy. "Assholes," she muttered, and then kicked off and began to speed bike towards the terminal store. For the first ten kilometers Ann had to work hard to keep up with her.

Back at the sky-bridge, time was passing slowly for Segundo and his subordinates. They were on the outside and the women were trapped inside, but it just didn't feel like much of a siege. Segundo saw Ernesto working to swivel the pistol around to cover the stairs leading up. It looked as if he were having trouble rotating the pistol. Neither of them realized that the door was slowly flowing to seal around the lock.

Something else was bothering Segundo too, something that in the excitement of the chase he had chosen to ignore. Holy shit, yes! Their supplies! They had just left them on the floor in passing over a kilometer back. At the time, Segundo didn't want to be slowed down by the weight, but hell, it was their lifeline to home, and he had just left it there.

"Geraldo! We have to get our packs! Ernesto, keep them covered!" Less than one minute after Madison and Ann had taken off, Segundo and Geraldo began what they assumed would be a five minute run to their gear.

And five minutes later, they were given a hard lesson concerning their utter stupidity. Both men cursed, and then Segundo's throat felt so raspy he knelt on the floor and tore a piece of cloth from his shirt and mopped up the puddle where Cassie had lain. He wrung the cloth out into his mouth.

And was spitting out the moisture a second later. "Piss! Bitch piss! Those fucking bitches! They pissed on the water!" Segundo spat in disgust. The ammonia in the urine had felt horrible against his tender throat.

Geraldo's eyes went wide. "Holy shit. They didn't miss a trick. I bet it was that new woman, the one with the strawberry bush and the creamy white ass. Shitface Ann would never have the balls to do something like this." Geraldo was about to say more but stopped himself. He had learned in the past that criticizing Segundo for bad decisions was just not a good idea. So Geraldo bit his tongue and remained silent, wondering how he might have done things differently.

Segundo guessed what his fellow muchacho was thinking. "Come on, back to Ernesto," he growled, and the two began a tired jog back to the third muchacho.

Meanwhile at the sky-bridge, Fatima walked up to the door near Ernesto and pressed her face against the transparency, hoping that Ernesto would look her in the eyes. She thought the time of their struggle was over. The door was in the process of cutting Ernesto's pistol barrel in half, though he didn't seem to realize it. Fatima was deeply troubled and disgusted by the men's lethal abuse of Cassie. Fatima felt shaken to her soul by such depravity, and she wanted to confront and accuse Ernesto of his despicable crimes.

Ernesto snarled and growled at her for a few seconds, and then they finally locked eyes.

"You monster!" Fatima screamed in her mind. "There can be no excuse! Where is your shame?!"

"Fucking stupid whore! You think a turd like you has the right to criticize me?!" Ernesto was about to think a lot more, but Fatima had had enough. She jerked her head away and broke the connection. Ernesto hiccupped and then looked momentarily confused, wondering what the hell had just happened. Had he just spoken to this witch woman through the door?

Fatima's heart felt as cold and heavy as stone. "Pure evil, no redeeming characteristics," she thought. "Ernesto, I think you should be destroyed." Fatima turned around and began walking calmly towards the stairs. When she crossed directly in line with the pistol, Ernesto fired.

Chapter 33.

Time: Wednesday, January 23, 2019 2:57 PM

Segundo and Geraldo were less than fifty meters from the sky-bridge, with Ernesto's position at the door clearly visible to them. Suddenly there was a flash of light and very loud bang, much louder than a simple pistol shot, and Ernesto started screaming in anguish. His two teammates ran the remaining distance and saw that another tragedy had been heaped upon them.

Ernesto's left hand was half blown off. His wrist looked broken and three of his five fingers were sliced open. The worst was his thumb. It looked almost sliced in two. And the grove between his middle and ring fingers extended three centimeters further than it should have. The hand was losing blood all over the floor, and his palm looked like raw hamburger meat. Segundo screamed at Ernesto's stupidity and for a moment Segundo was at a loss for what to do. They had neither the equipment nor knowledge to treat Ernesto's injuries.

Geraldo took off his shirt and wrapped the ruined hand in it while Segundo turned and stared into the Art Gallery. The last of the women were in a line and walking up the stairs, their heads turned away. Their message of final and utter rejection was unmistakable, and Geraldo felt a chill to his bone. It was just as if the women were a jury, and they were filing out after delivering a death verdict. And without their help, Ernesto couldn't possibly survive.

Geraldo picked up the exploded pistol and examined it. It wasn't hard to see what had happened. The barrel was broken in half, with the middle it severely pinched down. Hot gases from Ernesto's shot had been forced to backflow into the magazine below the breech, causing several other bullets to explode and rupture the magazine. The effect was similar to having a hand wrapped around a small grenade that went off.

"Fuck you bitches!" Segundo screamed at the now empty store. "You stupid, stupid whores!" He thought savagely, "They think they're so fucking smart! I swear, each one of them is going to get what Cassidy got, and more! I swear it! Somehow I'll make it back to Uno. Somehow I will! And someday these fucking bitches will pay!"

But the righteous anger and bravado could not hold. Segundo's thoughts turned inward, the anger turning into fear. Ernesto might be done for, but what about Geraldo and himself? Could the two of them survive? Could they walk forty kilometers without water? Yes, he was very confident they could. But could they walk a hundred kilometers? What if the water they had left by Bambino's body wasn't there? Could they walk a hundred kilometers? Visions of dehydrated Marathon runners collapsing to the ground began to play in Segundo's mind. There would be no one to help him, and hell, he was badly in need of water now. Segundo had to work to keep himself from shaking.

Later that evening, 6:30 PM, at the mini-hospital complex of Red Mall

Brandi, Emily, and Allison were a three-person team watching over a still unconscious Cassidy who was plugged into the autodoc at Red Mall's hospital suite. After several hours of operations, the strange machine was now quiet. Cassidy had an IV and was catheterized, plus there were numerous probes attached to her body, on her fingers and chest. Brandi and Allison had been taking turns petting Cassie's head or holding her hand.

Jada walked into the medical suite from the library, having just arrived at Red Mall through the first floor elevator. "How is she doing?" she asked in a concerned voice.

Emily took a second to glance at the bewildering diagnostic displays above the autodoc. "You just missed seeing Paige here. I told her Cassidy might be coming along okay. These display numbers here, I'm certain it's her blood pressure. It's up to 115 over 68, the best yet. And all these indicators here," she added, pointing with her hand, "None of them are orange any more. If the autodoc is following the same color conventions as the janitor codes, I'm hoping that means Cassidy is out of danger."

"Orange is the color for danger?" Allison asked as she looked over the display. She had just relieved Paige at the hospital about ten minutes ago.

Emily nodded. "I'm guessing so, yeah. Maybe white is a less serious problem, green is marginal but sort of okay, and the purplish blue is what it's happy with. I'm guessing but I think I'm right." As Emily watched, one of the few remaining white diagnostics switched to green. Cassidy's abdominal muscles moved slightly and a small amount of clear yellow liquid drained along the catheter tube.

Jada walked close and stared at their patient, resting her head on her forehead and feeling it was cool and dry. "God, I hope she's all right. I thought we lost her when she stopped breathing."

"It was less than a minute," Emily whispered. "I'm hoping she's okay too. Chico was very impressive. Running up the stairwell and across the rooms, the man was flying, and he was so gentle with her, no bobbing at all."

Jada nodded and looked at the watch team. "So, you guys okay with missing the meeting?"

Allison spoke for them all. "Of course. Just fill us in afterwards. When's it starting?"

"About twenty minutes I guess, whenever I get there." Jada then turned to Brandi. "Brandi, we think Ernesto might die if his wound isn't treated soon. We'll be discussing this at the meeting. Brandi, could you help me? I didn't want to interrogate you so quickly, but…"

"Sure Jada, anything I can do to help. What would you like to know?"

"I need… We need to know what we're up against. The men of Black Mall, why did they throw away their decency? What are we working with here?"

Brandi was still for a long moment and trembled before replying. "You're being too kind. It wasn't just the men. I threw away my decency too."

Allison surprised Brandi by reaching over and giving her a brief hug around the waist. "Brandi, there's really not much to forgive. The other three taskmistresses were in another league entirely. We all used to hope for you to be in charge of us."

Brandi grimaced. "And what about Britney?"

"Brandi, you had no part in that, other than deciding not to walk in front of Uno's gunmen. I didn't either, none of us did."

"How did Britney die?" Jada asked in a whisper.

Allison gave a tearful sigh. "At the end, Ricardo caned her throat. He crushed her larynx. Britney suffocated to death."

Jada grimaced and returned to Brandi. "Why?! Why such monstrosity? The drug didn't affect us this way!"

"I know, I know," Brandi wailed. "It wasn't the drug, at least not directly! This has been going on for months, not the murders maybe, but the cruelty. Beta Sigma Rho was turning into a really disgusting frat house. It wasn't like this last year, the school year I mean, before the fall term."

Brandi took a deep breath and tried to answer Jada's original question. "Last school year the frat seniors were a bunch of great guys, a little wild maybe, and gun enthusiasts too, but at their core they were good people. They were my friends. This year everything changed. Uno, Chico, Santos, and Gilberto were the four senior officers, and Chico was the only one I thought was worth anything. The other three really changed the character of the house. Their four pledges this year, the muchachos, were absolutely horrible, all four of them. And Ricardo is the worst, a real nut case and a martial arts fanatic too. It gave me the creeps just to be in the same room with him."

Jada shook her head. "Couldn't Chico move out?"

"Ah, we talked about that some. But Chico and I were both graduating in June. It would be a hassle to find hew housing, and besides Chico really loved his fraternity. He hated to see the place falling apart. So he stuck around and tried to make a difference."

Allison interrupted. "Brandi, do you know that Chico raped me?"

Brandi turned to her and grimaced. "No. I knew about Mandy, not you. I'm so sorry." She gave an emotional grimace. "And I didn't even try to talk him out of it. I don't know why. It's like a nightmare where you keep making the wrong decisions." She then whispered, "Allison?"

"Yeah?"

"How badly did he… Was he cruel?"

Allison paused for a moment. "No. He was the only one who raped me that wasn't." Allison sighed and reluctantly let her mind relive the memory. "It was Mandy's turn for night shift work. She was feeling very depressed and looking awful. I… I volunteered to ask Chico to take me instead. Mandy accepted my offer. She started crying…"

Allison sniffled and went on. "Chico took me to his bedroom. I let him undress me. And then I let him pet me. Maybe it was technical rape only, but it was still rape. Chico had me naked on his bed. He was petting me. I was listless, trying to take my mind elsewhere. He had lube, and I had just gone through this nonsense with Jessica less than an hour ago. When I felt his finger enter my vagina, all the way up inside me, I just couldn't take it anymore. I just lost it and flipped out! I screamed at him and told him to shoot me instead!"