Cruise, page 25
By noon, it was all over. Heavily armed assault police squads raided the fortress, casino quarters and other locations that Groff and Bibi provided. The casualties on the other side were higher than the police commander expected, but none of his people were seriously hurt and the city jail was suddenly filled to capacity with gang members and their associates, many showing scars and bruises indicating that the police had not been overly gentle when arresting these thugs.
Police reports said that somehow, despite the police efforts, it seemed that the Oberlys escaped, much to everyone’s discontent. But with the island sealed, Police Commissioner Cartwright said it was only a matter of time until these two ringleaders would be captured. Neither Bibi nor Groff questioned or commented about this, convinced that the nasty pair was by now sleeping the sleep of the dead in their sunken freighter.
“When are you two leaving?” Cartwright asked Bibi and Jean as they wrapped up the interviews and most of the crew headed back to Altuna.
“As soon as we can,” Bibi said. “But I am still very concerned that Brillcart may get away. I just made a call to our friends in Zurich and they assured me that they would move at once on Brillcart’s villa.”
“Good. We’ll follow up from here and let you know,” added the chief.
“Somehow, I think we’ll hear about it,” Bibi said. Looking at Groff she added, “Let’s get out of here. We’ve been paid and we are done. The girls here are in safe hands and we deserve a real vacation.”
“Agreed,” said Groff. “Where to?”
“How about Tatoga? “ Bibi said, laughing as she stuffed her usual small bundle of traveling clothes and gear into her duffel and wondering if her friend and partner remembered the discussion they had weeks ago about the secluded camp in B.C. with its gorgeous lake and tiny log cabins. “And I was thinking of asking Karine to join us,” Bibi added, looking over her shoulder at Groff, knowing that Jean shared her fondness for the woman as well. “I think I owe her for my error in Berlin anyway.”
“What was that?” Groff asked, imagining Bibi and Karine in some happy, but compromising position.
“Uh, I left her chained in the shower while I went and dealt with the Arab buggers who tried to kidnap me. The Brillcart thugs.”
“Oh. Well then we should not only invite her, we should pay her way,” Groff offered.
“You sure?” Bibi asked. “You know she really enjoys being the sex slave to either or both of us.”
“Well, I’m sure we can work something out among the three of us,” Groff offered. “She is certainly a bonafide member of our little club and a third will just make things a little more interesting. I’m looking forward to tying her up. We’ll be the hottest threesome in British Columbia. Besides, it seems to me that she is a pretty good cook.”
“Right. Yes. Of course,” Bibi said. “Karine has been to all the big cooking schools and has certificates, urkunde and diplomas enough to be able to run the kitchen at The Regent.
“I assume you mean The Regent in Berlin, not the ones in London or Singapore,” Groff added with a grin, always enjoying the on-going restaurant debate they shared.
“Indeed. The Berlin Regent, my dear. I honestly don’t care that much for The Regent in Singapore, anyway. Last time I was there they were running a Grand Prix Race through the city in the middle of the night. Try sleeping while the noise of those Formula One cars ricochets off the high rise buildings. I’ll text her and follow up with an email before we leave.”
“I’ll vote for that. Charter or commercial air,” Groff asked, picking up her mini-sat phone and pushing a few buttons.
“I think that, after all of this and given the new status of our bank accounts, we’re entitled to charter, don’t you, Hon?” Bibi said.
Groff nodded and made the call. She was not surprised to get no answer and left a voice mail for Karine, who was, unknown to Bibi and Jean, still chained and being regularly fucked and whipped in Brillcart’s dungeon. By now, Brillcart had figured out that she was enjoying it far too much and he was anxious to get rid of this singular nuisance because no matter what he did to her, it seemed like she was always ready for more.
“Maybe I can trade her in for a different model,” Brillcart thought that night as he went about his rounds in the basement. “I could use some new material.”
With that in mind, the fat watchmaker called one of his friends at a plush downtown Zurich hotel and asked bluntly if there was any “new talent” available. His resource, the senior concierge, noted that there were two young tourist women who seemed to fill the bill.
“How young?”
“Passports are Canadian and say the blond is twenty and her companion, also blond, but a bit heftier in the tits, is twenty-two. Both model material, but perhaps a bit too…shall we say…voluptuous.”
“How soon can you make them available?” Brillcart asked, buzzing his driver’s pager and grabbing his coat and hat.
“They’re nicely packaged in the lower basement right now,” the hotel man said. “We haven’t had time to prep them though.
“That is fine. I’ll take them as they are. The usual fee will be paid, plus a bonus for you. I will be there in forty minutes. Have them ready.”
Epilogue
At 0230 hours, Zurich time, while Brillcart was busy inspecting and testing his new acquisition in the hotel’s spacious cellar, two platoons of heavily armed Swiss national police with dogs and two armored vehicles raided his villa in the Zurich suburbs. Unfortunately, the owner was not at home. However, there was a brief exchange of gunfire and then the raiders easily entered the house, finding a few wounded and injured servant defenders. The search dogs quickly located the hidden basement entrance. Female officers, assisted by EMT teams, slowly managed to free the seven naked and bound young women in the basement cells. Initial reports indicated that all were battered, but would survive. Bibi’s friend, Karine, was among them.
As final closure, a few weeks later, the net of a local island fisherman brought up a pair of corpses from a shallow offshore fishing area, nearly a hundred miles southwest of the Caribbean island. Despite their poor condition, the bodies were tentatively identified as those of Isa and her brother, Capstan. Brillcart was not found.
A German breed of large, heavy warhorse, initially bred for carrying a man in full armor. In modern times, they are shown in Combined Training Events, being extremely hardy.
High end inboard recreational runabouts from an old domestic Maine boat builder.
The Syrette is a device for injecting liquid drugs through a needle. It is similar to a syringe except that it has a spring-loaded piston inside the tube which, when released, forces the drug through the hollow needle. Military syrettes have been used to inject morphine and atropine.
Tatogga- a tiny isolated camp/resort in Canada's vast British Columbia forest, reachable only by a seasonally frozen or washed out Cassiar Highway or by seaplane onto Tatogga Lake.
Other Jurgen von Stuka Novels From Pink Flamingo Publications
Summer School
Desperate
Bondage Brokers
Transition
After School
Secrets of the Women's Self Bondage Cult
Summer School & After School, The Ponygirl Omnibus Edition
Complicity
For a complete catalogue of Erotic Fiction… write, email or call:
Pink Flamingo Publications
P.O. Box 632, Richland, MI 49083, 1-877-629-0051
E-mail: catalog@pinkflamingo.com
On-line:
For Consensual BDSM, Spanking Fiction and General Erotica:
http://www.pinkflamingo.com
For our complete BDSM catalog
http://www.eroticbooknetwork.com
Jurgen von Stuka, Cruise
