Now it was the guys' turns to experience the numbing fear that their victims had experienced -- that Jeannie and Rachel had experienced for a few hours and who knows how long Janet had been tied to that table and tortured by this fiend with the curly hair and the baggy khaki slacks, and his sidekick, who seemed not so interested in inflicting agony on these helpless women but was guilty by association. How long had Janet been with these wicked men? She looked tired, weak, hungry, thirsty, beaten. Yet her spirit wasn't broken. Jeannie and Rachel had watched as Janet had undergone a tickling that would've driven most women from the ranks of the sane. Curly hair had tormented her feet and toes with that feather and his own devious fingers to the point that the girls thought suffocation could not be far away. Yet Janet still spit in their eyes, figuratively if not literally.
Rachel was particularly impressed by Janet's bravado, her hard willingness to withstand such torture and not give in. What was it curly hair wanted her to tell him, anyway? No matter. Janet's bravery touched Rachel, who had never been brave and had never been known to bite her lip and take her medicine. Even before her brothers would commence tickling Rachel's bare feet -- hell, even before they would have her pinned down -- Rachel would be squealing so loud it could have been heard in the next county. Just the very idea that someone was about to run his fingers across the soles of her feet...
Fear. The women could see that curly hair and half-breed were in its clutches. Fear. It can scramble the mind. Not theirs. These two creeps were composed enough to know what to do.
"Gag these chicks and go see what's out there," curly hair demanded. Half-breed gagged Rachel as curly hair did the same to Jeannie. Half-breed, gun in hand, and stepped gingerly out of the shack so as not to startle the aliens. Curly hair stayed with Janet, still tied to the table by her toes, ankles, knees, wrists and arms, Rachel, hands tied to a beam above her head, balancing on her naked toes that were now feeling like they were going to break or were perhaps already broken because she couldn't tell and wouldn't have been able to tell because her ankles were tied together anyway, and Jeannie, hands also tied abover her head to the beam but kneeling on a chair with her ankles tied together and the ghastly-hot balm applied to her naked body just starting to wear off.
"RACHEL!!!!!! JEANNIE!!!!! ARE YOU TWO HERE?"
Rachel recognized that voice right away. It was her oldest brother Ralph, the one-time star football player who was a bit too small to draw the interest of a big-time college program then settled for a Division III school three hours from their home where he made small-school All-American linebacker in his junior and senior years and was now working as a landscaper for a family friend while he attempted to finally finish college and get that teaching degree and land a job as a high school football coach somewhere. Ralph, Rachel's principle tormentor when they were children was now her knight in shining armor, coming to save her and her best friend and a stranger named Janet who was the reason Rachel and Jeannie now found themselves hanging by their arms from a rafter in a shack that should have been condemned and bulldozed years ago.
"Don't move or you're a dead man!" Half-breed pointed his piece at Ralph's bare chest, trying his damndest to look like John Travolta in "Pulp Fiction." Ralph, maybe 15 yards away from half-breed and a good 40 yards from the shack, dug his bare feet into the sand and froze where he was.
"Keep you hands where I can see them."
"Hey, I'm just looking for my sister and her friend."
"They're not here. No one's here. Beat it. BEAT IT RIGHT NOW!!!! YOU WANT ME TO @#$%&*) FILL YOU FULL OF @#$%&*) LEAD YOU STUPID ASSHOLE?"
"Look," Ralph said as his heart pounded in his chest at what seemed damned near three times its normal speed. "No one wants any trouble, OK? Did you see two girls with dark hair? They're 19 years old. One's real tall and the other is..."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"
Half-breed dropped to the sand like a sack of cement. Neither he nor Ralph saw the rock that came flying through the air and landed on half-breed's back, just below the collarbone and just to the left of his spine on his shoulder blade. Ralph glanced long enough to see a body flying toward the scene, then rushed to kick the pistol half-breed had dropped at the moment of the rock's impact as far away from its owner as possible.
"You tell those Major League scouts that I always hit the @#$% cutoff man."
It was Tom, local baseball star, the class stud, Jeannie's on-again-off-again boyfriend, the best rightfielder in the state when he graduated last year and turned down a minor-league contract with the Milwaukee Brewers because he had wanted to go to college and wasn't too happy about being drafted in the 30th round and was willing to wait three years when someone might offer him more money. Tom and Ralph had come to the island, worried about the girls being so late to be back from their beach day and really shook up when the cell phone wasn't answered. Definitely not like Rachel, who loved her cell and never was without it and never turned it off and pissed off a lot of drivers as she was one of those people who talked and drove and was even busted for that by some overzealous state trooper who Rachel thought was a "fag" and how dare he make an example of her when she wasn't driving recklessly. How dare he?
But Rachel's cell phone was gone, as was her bikini, to which the phone had been hooked. It was now in curly hair's back pocket, after he had picked it up from the floor. It was still on, but the ringtone could hardly have been heard if Ralph had tried to call his sister while she or Jeannie or Janet were being tortured.
"Yeah," said Ralph. "Good arm, kid." Before Ralph and Tom could decide what to do with their fallen pistolero, curly hair emerged from the shack curious to find out what that blood-curdling scream was all about.
"What in the name of holy Jesus is..." He spotted Tom and Ralph and took off galloping. Tom jumped up and ran after him. Curly stumbled attempting to run up a sandhill and Tom tackled him. Ralph stayed put, training the gun on half-breed and wondering if he should help his comrade subdue this guy who fled at the very sight of the intruders. Tom needed no help. He grabbed curly hair by a leg and dragged him back to where half-breed lay moaning in pain in the sand and unable to raise himself from his face-down position.
"Both of you lay there and put your hands behind your heads," screamed Tom while Ralph still fixed the gun. Curly hair obeyed. Half-breed was in too much agony and the guys just let him flop like a fish caught in a pool at low tide.
"OK," said Ralph, still breathing heavily. "I'm going to look for the girls. You take this. You're probably better with it than I am. You're old man's a cop."
Tom took the pistol and Ralph ran for the shack as fast as possible which wasn't all that fast in the deep sand. Up the stairs to the porch, through the open door to a sight to make him very angry, yet relieved. Angry because his sister and her friend were bound and gagged and tied, naked, to an overhead beam. Relieved because they were alive. But who was this old babe lashed to the table?
Ralph stood just inside the doorway. The initial shock of seeing three naked women -- two of whom he'd known for most of his 24 years -- tied up and gagged in a beach shack wore off quickly. He now fixed his gaze on Rachel as she hung, almost limp, in more than a little pain. It had been years since he had seen her naked, and he had NEVER had the opportunity for this long a look at his sister's physical assets. Ralph smiled, a wry smile that soon turned into a big watermelon grin.
"I'm going to have to stop thinking of her as my baby sister."
Chapter X -- The LAST chapter, when all your questions will be answered. Stay tuned.
Rachel was particularly impressed by Janet's bravado, her hard willingness to withstand such torture and not give in. What was it curly hair wanted her to tell him, anyway? No matter. Janet's bravery touched Rachel, who had never been brave and had never been known to bite her lip and take her medicine. Even before her brothers would commence tickling Rachel's bare feet -- hell, even before they would have her pinned down -- Rachel would be squealing so loud it could have been heard in the next county. Just the very idea that someone was about to run his fingers across the soles of her feet...
Fear. The women could see that curly hair and half-breed were in its clutches. Fear. It can scramble the mind. Not theirs. These two creeps were composed enough to know what to do.
"Gag these chicks and go see what's out there," curly hair demanded. Half-breed gagged Rachel as curly hair did the same to Jeannie. Half-breed, gun in hand, and stepped gingerly out of the shack so as not to startle the aliens. Curly hair stayed with Janet, still tied to the table by her toes, ankles, knees, wrists and arms, Rachel, hands tied to a beam above her head, balancing on her naked toes that were now feeling like they were going to break or were perhaps already broken because she couldn't tell and wouldn't have been able to tell because her ankles were tied together anyway, and Jeannie, hands also tied abover her head to the beam but kneeling on a chair with her ankles tied together and the ghastly-hot balm applied to her naked body just starting to wear off.
"RACHEL!!!!!! JEANNIE!!!!! ARE YOU TWO HERE?"
Rachel recognized that voice right away. It was her oldest brother Ralph, the one-time star football player who was a bit too small to draw the interest of a big-time college program then settled for a Division III school three hours from their home where he made small-school All-American linebacker in his junior and senior years and was now working as a landscaper for a family friend while he attempted to finally finish college and get that teaching degree and land a job as a high school football coach somewhere. Ralph, Rachel's principle tormentor when they were children was now her knight in shining armor, coming to save her and her best friend and a stranger named Janet who was the reason Rachel and Jeannie now found themselves hanging by their arms from a rafter in a shack that should have been condemned and bulldozed years ago.
"Don't move or you're a dead man!" Half-breed pointed his piece at Ralph's bare chest, trying his damndest to look like John Travolta in "Pulp Fiction." Ralph, maybe 15 yards away from half-breed and a good 40 yards from the shack, dug his bare feet into the sand and froze where he was.
"Keep you hands where I can see them."
"Hey, I'm just looking for my sister and her friend."
"They're not here. No one's here. Beat it. BEAT IT RIGHT NOW!!!! YOU WANT ME TO @#$%&*) FILL YOU FULL OF @#$%&*) LEAD YOU STUPID ASSHOLE?"
"Look," Ralph said as his heart pounded in his chest at what seemed damned near three times its normal speed. "No one wants any trouble, OK? Did you see two girls with dark hair? They're 19 years old. One's real tall and the other is..."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"
Half-breed dropped to the sand like a sack of cement. Neither he nor Ralph saw the rock that came flying through the air and landed on half-breed's back, just below the collarbone and just to the left of his spine on his shoulder blade. Ralph glanced long enough to see a body flying toward the scene, then rushed to kick the pistol half-breed had dropped at the moment of the rock's impact as far away from its owner as possible.
"You tell those Major League scouts that I always hit the @#$% cutoff man."
It was Tom, local baseball star, the class stud, Jeannie's on-again-off-again boyfriend, the best rightfielder in the state when he graduated last year and turned down a minor-league contract with the Milwaukee Brewers because he had wanted to go to college and wasn't too happy about being drafted in the 30th round and was willing to wait three years when someone might offer him more money. Tom and Ralph had come to the island, worried about the girls being so late to be back from their beach day and really shook up when the cell phone wasn't answered. Definitely not like Rachel, who loved her cell and never was without it and never turned it off and pissed off a lot of drivers as she was one of those people who talked and drove and was even busted for that by some overzealous state trooper who Rachel thought was a "fag" and how dare he make an example of her when she wasn't driving recklessly. How dare he?
But Rachel's cell phone was gone, as was her bikini, to which the phone had been hooked. It was now in curly hair's back pocket, after he had picked it up from the floor. It was still on, but the ringtone could hardly have been heard if Ralph had tried to call his sister while she or Jeannie or Janet were being tortured.
"Yeah," said Ralph. "Good arm, kid." Before Ralph and Tom could decide what to do with their fallen pistolero, curly hair emerged from the shack curious to find out what that blood-curdling scream was all about.
"What in the name of holy Jesus is..." He spotted Tom and Ralph and took off galloping. Tom jumped up and ran after him. Curly stumbled attempting to run up a sandhill and Tom tackled him. Ralph stayed put, training the gun on half-breed and wondering if he should help his comrade subdue this guy who fled at the very sight of the intruders. Tom needed no help. He grabbed curly hair by a leg and dragged him back to where half-breed lay moaning in pain in the sand and unable to raise himself from his face-down position.
"Both of you lay there and put your hands behind your heads," screamed Tom while Ralph still fixed the gun. Curly hair obeyed. Half-breed was in too much agony and the guys just let him flop like a fish caught in a pool at low tide.
"OK," said Ralph, still breathing heavily. "I'm going to look for the girls. You take this. You're probably better with it than I am. You're old man's a cop."
Tom took the pistol and Ralph ran for the shack as fast as possible which wasn't all that fast in the deep sand. Up the stairs to the porch, through the open door to a sight to make him very angry, yet relieved. Angry because his sister and her friend were bound and gagged and tied, naked, to an overhead beam. Relieved because they were alive. But who was this old babe lashed to the table?
Ralph stood just inside the doorway. The initial shock of seeing three naked women -- two of whom he'd known for most of his 24 years -- tied up and gagged in a beach shack wore off quickly. He now fixed his gaze on Rachel as she hung, almost limp, in more than a little pain. It had been years since he had seen her naked, and he had NEVER had the opportunity for this long a look at his sister's physical assets. Ralph smiled, a wry smile that soon turned into a big watermelon grin.
"I'm going to have to stop thinking of her as my baby sister."
Chapter X -- The LAST chapter, when all your questions will be answered. Stay tuned.
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Can't wait to read the conclusion. This is one of the best series I've read on the TMF.
