Out With The Old, In With The New
Sunday 22nd December,
Carlisle Avenue, Thornwood, Westchester County
10 pm
The displays
on the houses on the quiet residential street were still lit brightly,
attracting admiring looks from some of the people who were walking or passing
by. They contained the usual suspects
in terms of content – red santas, reindeers, snowmen, and enough lights to
confuse a low flying plane looking for a landing strip.
The house on
the corner of Pritchard Avenue was no different, with a row of lights
surrounding the doors and each window facing the street, and a large well lit
snowman on the lawn. The curtains and
blinds were drawn, presumably to keep the light out as the family inside tried
to sleep. The mailbox on the edge of the
lawn said “Denmark.”
On the road
in front of the house were parked two minivans with NY plates – nothing
special, probably visitors, the neighbours thought as they retired to their
beds for the night.
Inside the
Denmark house, however, the atmosphere was somewhat different, as Elaine
Denmark looked at the woman standing in front of her and pleaded “Please, for
the love of God, don’t hurt them.”
“Well then,”
the woman said as she pointed the sawn off shotgun at her, “Shut the fuck up
and do as you’re told, dearie.”
They had
arrived half an hour earlier, walking in and ordering her and the rest of her family
to sit still. There were seven of them,
identically dressed in black jackets with large buttons at the front and knee
length matching skirts. They wore dark
stockings and high-heeled shoes, and all had black hats on their heads. Under the hats, nylon stockings covered their
heads, their identical black hair kept down under it.
One woman had
stepped forward, and told them who they were, the gun nestled in her black-gloved
hands – and Elaine had emptied her bladder at the name of Miss Panther. She had been ready for bed, and was wearing a
pair of grey silk pyjamas.
Her son,
Bobby, was in a t-shirt and shorts. He
was sixteen, and was ready to fight – when a barrel of the gun held by one
called Miss Tigress had forced him back into his chair, bent double in
pain. Eighteen-year-old Coral had
already gone to bed – but two of them had gone upstairs and forced her to join
them. She had been the first to be
bound, a pair of heavy plastic cuffs holding her wrists behind her back and a
second pair round her ankles. Miss Tigress
was now securing Bobby in the same way, while another one – Miss Puma, she had
heard her called – was ripping the telephone away from the wall.
Donald, her
husband, had known who they were as well, and was sat next to Bobby, trying to
keep him calm.
“It’s very
simple,” Miss Panther had said, “We’re going to stay the night, and in the
morning, Elaine, you will come with us and open that vault of yours while two of
us stay with your family. Co-operate,
and nobody gets hurt. Try to do
something stupid, and…”
Another of
the women, Miss Lynx, pulled Coral’s head back ad stroked the side of her cheek
with a shotgun. “Go on,” she whispered,
“Do something, please?”
“No,” Elaine
whispered, “I promise we’ll do what you say, just please, don’t hurt them.”
“Oh we’re not
going to hurt them, sugah,” another one said in a Louisiana accent, “We want
them to have fun, don’t we Miss Cheetah?”
“That’s
right, Miss Bobcat,” another one said as she walked over and pulled Elaine’s
hands behind her back, “Just relax and enjoy the evening.”
“All right,”
Miss Panther said as strips of brown sticking plaster were pressed hard over
the mouths of all four of them, “let’s see who’s going to look after whom. Miss Bobcat, Miss Tigress – why don’t you
take this young man up the stairs and make him comfortable for the night.”
“You heard
the lady, young man,” Miss Tigress said.
Elaine was learning the way to tell them apart was the way their scarves
were tied, and the brooches they wore.
The two who forced her son to jump to the staircase – Miss Tigress and
Miss Bobcat – had red scarves folded and tied round their necks, the ends
hanging down their backs, and wore diamond brooches in the form of the cats
they were named after.
“Plssdnhtthm,”
she pleaded as he jumped up, a stair at time.
“Hush,” Miss Lynx
said as she pushed the barrel of her gun down the front of her top, Desmond
protesting as she did so, “Your time is coming, cocksucker.”
“Something
wrong with you,” the one she had heard called Miss Leopard said as she looked
at Coral. Her daughter shook her head,
her long brown hair shaking as she whimpered in fear.
“Good,” Miss Leopard
said as she knelt in front of her, removing the large black hat as she stroked
her cheek with her gloved hand, “because you want to live, don’t you?”
“Ysss,” she
said as she nodded her head.
“Then don’t
resist,” she said as she put her hand under her long t-shirt, and started to
squeeze her chest and breasts, Coral squealing before she started to moan.
“DDNDTTTHHTTT!!”
“Shut the
fuck up, asshole,” Miss Puma said as she brought the gun down hard on Desmond’s
head, knocking him out as he fell over.
Elaine screamed into her gag, as Miss Cheetah looked and said “She needs
to be cleaned up – mind if we take care of it, Miss Panther?”
“Not at all –
amuse yourselves, and remember, Elaine – your family is in our care.”
Elaine looked
on helplessly as the two women forced her to hop to the stairs, while Miss Lynx
walked over to Miss Panther.
“If you don’t
stop your fucking moaning, I’ll stop it permanently for you,” Miss Leopard
growled as she pulled Coral’s hair back, and stuck her gloved finger between
her legs.
“Show a
little charity, Miss Leopard, “ Miss Panther said, “It is Christmas. She deserves a present from her daddy.”
“Oh that
sounds like fun,” Miss Lynx said as she looked at Desmond, “Do you want your
daughter to be happy?”
Desmond
looked at the masked woman and slowly nodded.
“Good,” Miss Lynx
said as she reached between his legs, “Stand up…”
“Nice room –
mind if we have a look round,” Miss Cheetah said as Elaine was pushed onto her
bed. She sat unmoving, as the two women
ripped out the drawers and emptied the wardrobe, scattering everything over the
floor.
“Oh dear,”
Miss Puma said as she walked over, “have we had an accident Elaine?” She knelt behind the woman on the bed, placing
her hands on her chest and slowly massaging them.
“She sure
smells as if she has,” Miss Cheetah said as she walked over, and eased the gun
between her legs. “Oh my, she has been
messy.”
“Whtrudngg,”
Elaine moaned as she felt her nipples hardening.
“I think she
might need a shower – what do you say, Miss Cheetah.” Miss Puma slowly unbuttoned her pyjama top as
she said this, and started to play with and pinch her nipples.
“Plssdnttthtt…”
“I’m sorry,
you little bitch,” Miss Puma said quietly as she suddenly pulled Elaine’s head
back, “did you say don’t do that?”
“Nnnn,”
Elaine moaned as Miss Cheetah pulled her pants down, and stroked her gloved
hand up her legs, making Elaine shiver.
“Better,” she
said as she ripped the tape away from her mouth. “Now, cocksucking whore, where is your
jewellery.”
“If I tell
you, will you leave us alone until the morning?”
“If you don’t
you watch us kill your family, one by one, fucker – so what’s it going to be?”
“I’ll tell
you,” she said quietly.
“Good – and
then we’ll clean you up.”
Bobby was
mesmerised by the two masked women, standing in the highest heels he had ever
seen, as they looked down on him.
“He’s a real
hunk, you know,” Miss Tigress said to Miss Bobcat.”
“Yeah – if
you like them small,” Miss Bobcat replied.
“Let’s see what kind of a man you are – or are you just a damp little
fucking squib.”
“Whtdummnn,”
he moaned as he watched Miss Tigress take a pair of scissors from his dresser,
then walk over, her hips swaying as she slid the blade down the side of his
shorts, and cut them away.
“Oh my,” Miss
Bobcat said, “You are a real hunk of a man, aren’t you?” She stroked her gloved hand up and down his
cock, hearing him moan as she did so.
“Sick little
bugger, but it’s nice to be appreciated,” Miss Tigress said with a smile as she
walked over to the cupboard, and looked in.
“Oh my,” she said as she opened a box,” did you raid you sisters stash,
little fucker?”
“Whatever do
you mean, dahling,” Miss Bobcat said, Bobby’s eyes widening as his secret box
was taken out, and Miss Tigress removed the white cylindrical object, pressing
the button and starting it.
“Oh you
fucking little shithole,” Miss Bobcat then said as she slapped Bobby, “You
wanted to use that on some poor defenceless girl? We know what to do now, don’t we Miss Tigress.”
“Indeed we
do,” Miss Tigress said as she cut up the front of Bobby’s top, “indeed we do…”
“NNPLLSSNTHTTT.”
“Shut your
fucking cakehole, asswipe, or I will permanently enlarge it,” Miss Lynx said as
Miss Leopard made Coral kneel in front of her father. His pants had been pulled down to his knees,
and Miss Panther had been gently stroking his cock with her hand.
“Right,
little bitch,” Miss Leopard whispered as she ripped the tape from Coral’s
mouth, “Take your Daddy’s present.”
“Please,”
Coral pleaded, “don’t do this…”
“Unless you
want this rammed up that pretty little as of yours, bitch,” Miss Lynx said as
she looked at Coral, “Start sucking.”
“I’m sorry
daddy,” Coral whimpered as she began to kiss, lick and suck on his throbbing
member…
Bobby was
panting, trying to control his fear as the stocking masked woman tied his other
wrist to the top of the bed. After they had cut his clothes off, they had
made him lie face down, and spread his arms and legs out, securing them to the
four corners of the bed. They had also
pulled the plaster away from his mouth, but before he could say anything his
socks had been stuffed in, and duct tape wrapped tightly round his head.
He looked over as Miss Bobcat stroked his head and said "I think he's
ready, Miss Tigress dahlin." He
could hear the buzzing noise behind him, and tried to plead for them not to do
this.
"Good," the other woman said as she knelt between his legs, and he
felt her gloved hands on his bottom, "I'm going to enjoy this..."
The pain was excruciating, as it felt like a hot poker had been forced between
his cheeks...
Elaine stood
in the shower room, crying at the sounds of her son's anguished screams, but
unable to do anything about them. Her wrists were held above her head by
a length of rope, tightly tied round them to hold them together and then tied
over the shower rail, while her naked body stood on tip toe.
She had been
forced to stand there while Miss Cheetah and Miss Puma had made her breasts and
nipples incredibly hard, with their massage and their teasing, and then the
pain when the nipple clamps were attached and taped in place.
When they had
finished, Miss Cheetah had pushed her finger into her sex, making her moan even
more, and behind her Miss Puma had rubbed something between her ass cheeks,
making her feel very strange indeed.
Then they had
stopped, and she watched as they carefully removed their skirts and jackets,
folding them neatly before taking two things from a bag. It was only when they strapped them over
their crotch that Elaine had realised they were two cock-shaped dildos, and she
knew with certainty what they were going to do as they walked back over.
"She
looks so happy to see us," Miss Cheetah said, her hand slipping between
Delores' leg and stroking over her sex.
"I know," the other woman said as she walked behind her, so very
happy.
She closed her eyes, waiting before the penetration came from both sides, and
screaming into the sponge that filled her mouth, the tape wound round her head,
and the cool night air...
“All right,”
Miss Leopard said as she pulled Coral off her, “I’ll take her upstairs and get
her sorted out.”
Desmond
opened his eyes and looked at the clock, showing it was two in the
morning. “Now then,” Miss Panther said
as she sat down, “Let us discuss the safe…”
Monday 23rd December
Carlisle Avenue, Thornwood, Westchester
country
7.30 am
“Pleasant
night,” Miss Panther said as Elaine walked slowly down the stairs, dressed in a
smart grey jacket and skirt, a white bow tie blouse, and knee length black
boots.
“Very much
so,” Miss Cheetah said as Miss Puma followed her. “How are the rest of the family?”
Bobby,
Desmond and Coral were sat around the breakfast table, secured to their chairs
with bands of duct tape that held their arms to the sides, their chests to the
back, and their legs in place. All three
were in underwear, and had tape wound tightly round their heads, covering their
mouths and eyes.
“Please,”
Elaine pleaded as Miss Panther picked up her car keys, “Don’t hurt them,
don’t…”
“They behave,
you behave, we’re all good, understood cocksucker,” Miss Panther said, watching
as Elaine slowly nodded. “Right then,
Miss Tigress and Miss Leopard, you stay and make sure they behave. Elaine, you are coming with us.”
“Please,” she
whimpered as she was led out. Miss Tigress slowly rubbing the barrel of her gun
between Coral’s legs. Bobby was
whimpering, as his father tried to look round.
The party of
five escorted Elaine to an old minivan, making her lie on the back seat as they
removed their stocking masks and put on dark sunglasses as one unit. Miss Cheetah then started the engine as they
left the house, turned right and then took the second left.
The streets
were still deserted as they drove past the houses, Miss Lynx keeping a gun
against Elaine’s head as they finally turned onto Westchester Avenue and headed
into town, past the houses and shop before entering Kensico Road.
“Remember,”
Miss Panther said, “no funny shit or you and your family are fucked, understand
you fucking little whore?”
“I
understand,” Elaine whimpered as she felt the soreness from the assault on both
sides of her.
Finally, they
crossed the railway and pulled into the parking lot.
“Allow us a
moment, Elaine,” Miss Panther said as she and the others sipped their stocking
masks back on, and then replaced their hats.
“Now, Mrs Manager, you come with me and you open the back door to the
bank, nice and casually. Miss Cheetah,
keep watch.”
8.30 am
The Denmark House
The three
captives were whimpering slowly as they heard the click of the heels on the
hard kitchen floor.
“What do you
think, Miss Tigress,” Miss Leopard said as she walked round,” Have they behaved
themselves sufficiently to earn a happy Christmas?”
“Oh I think
they may have,” Miss Tigress purred, “bobby especially is looking forward to a
quiet, private day, aren’t you Bobby?”
Bobby said
nothing, as the sound of the front door opening took all of them by
surprise. “Not a fucking word, any of
you,” Miss Leopard said as she and Miss Tigress took up position either side of
the partition into the front room.
“It’s only
me,” they heard an older woman say, and then a grey haired woman came in,
taking off her thick brown gloves as she said “I just stopped in to…”
“Get on your
fucking knees, whore,” Miss Tigress said as she pressed her shotgun against the
new arrivals back. “Is anyone else here
with you?”
“No – whhhats
going on,” the woman said as she looked at the three taped captives.
“GGNDMMM”
Coral called out before Miss Leopard said “shut it, you little self
fucker. Your bad luck dearie – Miss Tigress?”
They heard
the call of “Oh my god..”, the heavy thump, and then the silence, save for Miss
Tigress gasping as if she was having an orgasm…
9 am
TD Bank
George was
looking forward to spending the Christmas holiday with his family. A quiet man in his early fifties, he had been
a security guard at the bank for ten years now, and liked his job. It was quiet, it was peaceful, and nothing
ever happened at the branch.
So when he
walked in to start his shift, the last thing he expected to see was a tall,
very well built woman pointing a sawn off shotgun in his face and screaming
“Drop to the floor, fuckface.”
She was
dressed in black, with a stocking over her head and tucked into the gold scarf
that was around her neck, and a brooch in the shape of a Leopard on her
jacket. Looking across the branch, he
could see the bank staff, kneeling on the floor with their hands behind their
backs and strips of white tape over their mouths.
The sensible,
right thing for George to do would have been to lie down and let himself be
bound and gagged, but something in him told him no, as she went to draw his
weapon. The last thing he saw was the
flash from the muzzle, the last sound the muted screams before he left the
bank, and this mortal coil.
“that was a
fucking stupid thing he did,” Miss Puma said as she pumped her shot gun, “any
other of you asscracks want to try it?”
Miss Panther
looked from the vault, where she and Miss Leopard were loading thee bags with
the stacks of notes and contents of the vault.
Elaine was sitting on the floor, whimpering into the white tape that
covered her mouth as the sound of the gun played again and again in her head.
“Right,” Miss
Panther finally said as the four girls picked up the bags, “Nobody moves for
thirty minutes, no alarms, no stupid fucking heroics. Remember, your boss has a family in our hands
– don’t be the ass fucking stupid cunt who gets them blown away.”
9.30
The Denmark house
“Time,” Miss Leopard
said as she picked a set of car keys from the kitchen top. “We’ll be borrowing your car – you don’t
mind, do you sweetheart?”
“Whhtbbtss,” Despond
mumbled through his gag.
“Have a
bloody fantastic Christmas,” Miss Tigress said as she removed her stocking
mask, put on a pair of sunglasses and her hat, stepped over the dead woman and
walked out to the garage.
They drove a
couple of blocks before Miss Leopard said “and just what did you two do to that
poor boy, Abigail?”
“Taught him
that a woman is not a toy to be played with in any way.”
“I approve,”
Diana de Ros said.
A short drive
took them to the Rose Hill Shopping Centre, on Columbus Avenue. Stopping outside Silvio’s, they left the keys
in the car and climbed into the SUV, before it drove off again.
“All quiet,”
Juliette said as they headed for the main road.
“I think it
was Granny who called round – pity they have a funeral later in the week,” Abby
said as she smiled at Cari.
“Right then –
to the farm, and changed.”
11 am
The Farm.
“Oh, I feel
so much better now,” Carina said as she took the black wig off and run her
fingers through her hair. “I really am
looking forward to the holidays now!”
“Yeah, I’m up
for some down time,” Joanne said as she looked at Abby. “What about you?”
“That is
rather going to depend on Grandpapa,” Abby said as she slipped ‘The Thing’ off
and let it drop to the floor. “He flies
in tomorrow, and stays until New Year’s Day.”
“Which is why
we won’t meet here until the Thursday for the next job,” Juliette said as she
poured some hot drinks out. “I think we
could all do with a break anyway – it’s been a rough few months. Carina, are you all right?”
“Yes, just
emotionally drained. When I let ‘her’ out she takes over completely, Carina,
this Carina, just gets carried along for the ride. It’s like I’m an observer in
my own body.”
Abby got up
and hugged her friend.
“You got so
inventive I heard last night Abs,” Cari said, trying to move the conversation
on.
“Be honest I
don’t know where I got such an idea from…but it just seemed so kinky, such
fun.”
“Yeah – we
had a bit of fun ourselves,” Heather said as she hugged Sandy.
“You seem
very quiet, Diana,” Joanne said as she looked over, “Something on your mind?”
“Hmmm – oh
no, my dear,” Diana said with a smile, “I just always get a little tense at
this time of year. I love my father, but
he can be a little – difficult.”
“Flirtatious
is what she means – you’ll see when you meet him,” Sandy said with a smile.
7pm
The de Ros Mansion
The snow was
starting to fall as Diana and Abigail walked back from the car to the front
door of their mansion.
"Well, home again, and in plenty of time to..." As Diana
put her key in the door lock, the door opened inwards.
"I thought Edith had left for the holidays," Abby said as she looked
at her mother.
"So did I," Diana said as she put her hand in her pocket, and gripped
the small pistol. Putting her other gloved finger to her lips, she opened
the door quietly and walked in, Abby picking up an umbrella as she did
so. The hall was dark, but they could hear noises in the kitchen.
Nodding, Diana and Abby kicked off their boots and walked down the corridor in
their stocking soles, the expression on their faces one of determination as
Diana opened the door and looked in....
"Ah there you are, Diana - I wondered where you had got to."
Abby stared at the grey haired man, dressed in a grey jacket over a thick
sweater, blue trousers and highly polished shoes, smiling as he drank his
coffee.
"Grandpapa?"
“Hello,
Abigail,” Guy, Duc du Grechy, said as he stood up and walked round the table,
hugging his granddaughter as Diana looked on.
“I thought you were coming tomorrow morning,” she said as she took her
hand from her pocket.
“Well, I
managed to catch an earlier flight. You
had not returned yet, so I let myself in.
I’ve taken my usual room – I hope that is all right?”
The Duc de Grechy
was nearly 75 years old, but a life of outdoor activity meant he was as
young and fit as a man in his 40's. His great passion inline was hunting. The
quarry didn't matter, animals or beautiful women, he pursued his target
relentlessly till he overcame them.
With animals
he relied on an incredible sharpness of eye that allowed him never to waste a
shot. With women he relied on his incredible charm and the ability to know just
what to say to get a woman to do precisely what he wanted.
He spent part
of the year in his chateau in the Loire valley, and the rest visiting all the
known celebrity spots in Europe. At the
Cannes film festival, on the slopes of the French Alps, in Monte Carlo, he was
well known. Diana stood in awe of her
father despite his reputation as a roué; indeed it was she who had devised the
famous line that "her father could have charmed the panties off the Virgin
Mary.”
“It is good
to see you again, Papa,” she said as he kissed her on both cheeks, “ but I wish
you had called to let me know you were arriving early. I would have been at home for you.”
“Ah, but then
I would have missed the joy of the look of surprise on your face,” he said with
a smile. “Come, Abigail, sit and tell me
what you have been doing.”
As he talked
with Abigail, Diana watched and remembered her own childhood. Her mother had been a star of the French New
Wave cinema, before her father had charmed her into his bed and his life. She had produced three sons before Diana
arrived, and her father had treated her as he had her brothers – teaching her
to hunt and shoot, to ride and charm.
That was not
to say her education was completely in that line – her mother had insisted n a
governess to teach her what she felt she would also need – languages, deportment,
skills in other areas. But from an early
age Diana had known of her father’s nature, and her mother’s suffering.
Diana's
mother had had to endure both his infidelity, and his casual flaunting of his
mistresses in her face. Her parents’ marriage after the birth of their children
was little more than a formal convenience. They tried as best as they could to
live separate live. Different cities to each other, different countries.
Sometimes Diana swore they even contrived to be on different continents.
For all his
obvious faults, Diana had always adored her father. She looked at him as the
role model for what all men in her life should be. It had come as a crushing
blow that Jacques her husband had never been able to conduct his affairs with
the same joie de vivre as her father had. Instead of the charm with which even
maintained good relations with the husbands of his prey, Jacques had merely
embarrassed himself, and her.
Diana could
put up with a lot in life, her parents’ marriage had taught her that, but she
could not bear to be an object of pity and ridicule. So when she discovered the facts of his
infidelity, she quietly paid for the child, and then took matters into her own
hands.
Killing
Jacques with a long-range shot high in the Alps, had satisfied her both as
huntress and victim. His death, her permanent move to New York, they had been
the necessary elements for reclaiming what she saw as her proper role in
the world.
It meant of
course sacrifices, she saw her family rarely, she missed living among the
glories of Paris full-time, but New York was where so many of her friends
lived, and though it was cutting baby Abigail off from her heritage, she knew
looking back she had done the right thing.
“Diana, my
dear – you look tired.”
“Forgive me
papa,” she said quietly, “but it had been a long day. Perhaps we should all retire for the night,
and we can talk in the morning?”
“OF course –
I am being unchivalrous. Forgive me, my
dears – I shall see you in the morning.”
He stood up, bowed to them both and then left the kitchen, humming to
himself.
“All right,”
Abby said as she sat down, “How did he get in?”
“He must have
made a copy of the key – remind me to have the locks changed,” Diana said as
she went to the sink.
24th December
10 am, Times Square
“I always had
all the presents sorted out and under the tree a week in advance,” Joanne said
as she followed Heather down the street, “How come we’re doing the last minute
shopping?”
“Last minute
my… Everything was ordered weeks ago,
but because we were away over the weekend I need to pick everything up
today. Welcome to the wonderful world of
Christmas, Richmond style, little sis.”
Joanne
grunted as she carried four bags in each hand, before Heather stopped outside
the window of Macy’s.
“Right,” she
said as she opened the door, “In we go – we still have some other presents to
get.”
“But we’ve
got the ones for the kids, for Abby and Cari – what else is there to get?”
“You stupid -
now get in here!”
7 pm
The Richmond Mansion
“Guy – how
wonderful to see you again. You’re
looking very well.”
“A
combination of clean living and fine women,” Guy said as he bowed slightly and
kissed the hands of both Sandy and Heather. He knew very well they were
lesbians, that they were immune to his charms made them both irresistible, and a
challenge.
The previous
Xmas he had devoted much of his stay to seducing each woman. That they loved
each other rather than him was what he considered unnatural. He in fact rather
liked watching two of his lovers make love to each other in front of him, but
the important fact was that they were 'his' lovers.
Sandy was
wearing a floor length electric blue silk gown, with a rounded neckline, while
Heather was more modestly dressed in a black knee length cocktail dress, held
up by thin straps across her shoulders.
She looked at the handsome Frenchman, dressed impeccably always in a
black tuxedo and trousers, crisply ironed shirt and bow tie, marvelling at how
much he liked to pursue his goal – even if had absolutely no chance with either
of them.
“Good evening
Sandy,” Diana said as she came in, removing her black velvet coat to reveal a
stunning green dress. Carina waved at
her friends as she gave her and her mother’s coat to John, before walking over
to join them.
“Guy, darling,
how wonderful to see you again!”
Vanessa
Richmond had known 'Le Duc' for many years. He had been a fixture in the same
social circles that she moved in. Vanessa had always Guy fascinating, but her strong
devotion to her marriage vows had kept her from simply being one of the long
line that had spent time in his bed. So
as they kissed and held each other’s hands, they admired each other as only
those with their background and breeding could.
“And these
are your delightful grandchildren,” he said as he walked over to where Little
Sandy and George were, George in a suit, shirt and tie and looking very
uncomfortable in it, while Sandy had on a pink and white dress.
“So that is
Guy, Duc de Grechy,” Joanne said as she sipped her lemonade. When they had been shopping earlier that day,
Heather had taken her into one of the department stores and picked out her gown
– a white strapless gown with a skirt that came just over the knee, and a blur
trim at top and bottom.
“Just out of
idle interest,” Carina said with a grin, “what would Megan Markham have been
doing tonight?” Joanne looked at her,
then said “trying to avoid going to Midnight Mass, probably sneaking out to get
drunk with some of the boys. On the
whole, I think this is better.”
9pm
Guy’s eyes
had not left Carina all night. He was a
past master of looking as if he was enjoying and taking part in a conversation,
and yet his eyes and mind would be elsewhere, mentally undressing some woman.
But this one
– this one had been making furtive glances in his direction as well. Carina was seventeen, two years older than
his granddaughter, and yet there was something in the way she stood, the way
she was talking with Abigail and Joanne, that said there were great hidden
depths to her. He wasn’t sure what it
was, what it was she was sending to him in her body language, but…
“Enjoying
yourself Papa?”
He smiled at
Diana and said “Very much so, my dear.
Will you excuse me a minute? I
need to refresh my glass.”
As he walked
to the bar, he saw Carina say something to the girls, and walk towards
him. For a seventeen year old, and a
small woman compared to him, she was still a beautiful sight, her black silk
dress cut to emphasise her chest while her shoes had a three inch stiletto
heel, which made her look taller. The
skirt flared to just below her knee, while the sheer black stockings completed
the outfit.
“Tell me,
Count,” she said as she stood next to him, “isn’t Abigail the most beautiful of
the three of us?”
“Without a
doubt,” he said as he filled his glass, “but all three of you young ladies are
special in your own way.”
“Well, that’s
a very kind thing for you to say,” Carina said as she turned and looked up at
him. “She has such a poor self image,
and I wonder sometimes if she realises just what a beautiful woman she is
becoming.”
“Her mother
is very aware of it, I can assure you.”
His eyes were
fixed upon her chest, her cleavage just visible under dress front. She caught him looking there, and smiled,
saying “It’s all right – I like it when somebody appreciates me.”
“Well, you
are a most captivating young woman,” Guy said, finding himself unable to stop
the hunt. “Tell me, have you…”
Carina nodded
before saying “the others don’t know, my mother doesn’t know, but yes, I am
experienced.”
Guy smiled to
himself, before saying “How experienced?”
He put his hand on her shoulder, and looked deep into the eyes shining
behind the glasses.
“Why are you
asking?”
Guy looked
round the room – his daughter was talking to the Richmond women, while the
girls were playing with the nanny and the younger kids.
“Is there
somewhere more – private we can go to?”
Carina
smiled, with her mouth and her eyes, her tongue running over her red lips. “Come with me,” she said as she nodded
towards the door, and Guy followed, his eyes fixed on the prize.
She slowly
walked up the stairs, Guy’s eyes following her bottom as the tight skirt moved
over it, and they made their way to Joanne’s room. Walking in, Guy closed the door behind him,
and put his hands on Carina’s shoulders, looking deep into her eyes.
“You truly
are a beautiful young woman, so unlike your mother and yet so like her as
well,” Guy said as he held her chin up, and then kissed her, his lips brushing
against hers.
“I am nothing
like my mother in many ways,” Carina breathed as his lips left hers, and then
she stroked her hands down his sides and back.
“That is good
to know,” Guy said as he returned the favour, and then kissed her again, his
strong hands caressing her back.
“Oh that does
feel good,” Carina moaned as Guy stroked his hands down her back, and kissed
her neck, feeling the way her grip on him tightened. He had judged correctly – there was a wildcat
hiding under that childish exterior, and the hunt was on.
“Would you
like me to continue,” he whispered into her ear, Cari nodding as she felt him
start to slip the straps of her gown down her arms. She offered no resistance, allowing him to
pull them down as his lips caressed her shoulders and neck. She moaned at the touch on her skin, his
fingers stroking down her as he pulled the zip down her back, and she allowed
him to slip the top half off, watching as he removed his jacket before she
began to unbutton his shirt.
It was a rare
move, a bold move for a woman to make on him, but Guy was minded to allow it,
as his shirt was opened and he felt her fingers softly stroking down his
abdomen, and then her lips, making his gasp as he had made her gasp. He looked into her eyes again; removing her
glasses as he whispered, “Take your bra off.”
“As you have
ordered,” Carina said as she reached behind her back, unfastening the clasp of
her bra and slipping it off, before she closed her eyes as his lips touched her
again, on her neck, and his hands stroked down her back. Moving slowly, he walked her back to the bed
as he continued to kiss her, his hands moving down and caressing her bottom as
he did so.
“Slowly,
slowly,” Carina whispered as she moaned, “I need to be savoured.”
“Like a fine
brandy?”
“Yes – I am
smoky, and will leave a lasting impression,” she said as she felt his hand on
her chest, and closed her eyes again, lying down as she felt his lips on her
throat, moving down, touching her large breasts with the engorged nipples. There
was a burning starting between her legs – one she knew could only be quenched
one way.
Slowly his
hands caressed her body. Touching, stroking, and skilfully arousing the passion
within her.
Guy was
feeling a similar passion as well – this was a prey that fought back, as she
felt her nails raking down his back in response to his lips on her chest. The pain was exquisite, but so were her
animal moans in response to his touch, as he moved his hand between her legs…
“Oh, sorry
Grandpapa, I did not know you were…”
Both Guy and
Carina turned to see Abby standing in the doorway, staring at both of
them. The light from behind made her
dusky pink gown look darker, her chest heaving as she took in the sight before
she turned and ran out, slamming the door behind her.
“Abigail,
what is the matter,” Diana said as she saw her daughter run down the stairs and
out, her heels barely touching the floor of the mansion.
“I’ll go and
see what the problem is,” Joanne said as she grabbed two fur coats and ran
after her. Diana looked to the stairs
she had run down, saw her father at the top of the stairs, and understood what
Abigail may have seen. He had replaced
his shirt and jacket, and was adjusting his tie, but she knew someone had been
with him. It only took her a moment to
realise whom, and fully understand what had happened.
“Excuse me,”
she said as she walked to the staircase, barely even noticing Guy as she
climbed up and knocked on the door of Joanne’s room.
“Carina, may
I come in,” she said, but as she opened the door all she saw was the open
window, all she felt was the icy blast, as she looked out and saw Carina
walking down the street.
She turned
and walked quickly downstairs, taking Juliette by the arm and saying, “forgive
me, Mon Cherie, but we need to talk.”
“What
happened?”
“I fear my
father has been indiscrete, and it is better you hear it from me,” Diana said
as she led Juliette to the rear of the house, seeing Joanne holding Abby in the
open doorway.
Carina
hurried down the street, not feeling the cold, not focusing on anything save
the hunger that was gnawing away at her.
There was an anger burning inside her, that she had been stopped, and
she knew she had to find satisfaction somewhere – anywhere.
But there was
more to it than that – the beast had been aroused, and as she slipped into that
persona Carina knew she would have to do something to satisfy ‘her’ as
well. The burning in her loins was so
great it would need a flood only she could create to put it out – and that
meant someone had to be picked, someone had to satisfy, someone had to die
tonight…
She glanced
from side to side as she walked around, looking at some of the people, before
her eye fell on a young man buying some supplies at a grocery store. He was tall, lean, and looked well built - he
could give her all she needed.
She felt in
Joanne’s handbag, the comforting feel of the revolver in her hand, as she
ducked into a nearby pharmacy, and bought some things she thought she might
need. Next to that was a sex store, but
dressed as she was, she had no problem getting what she needed – the assistant
even threw in a pair of handcuffs, when she said she wanted to play a kinky game
or two.
“Thank the
Goddess for New York,” Cari thought to herself. “Even on Christmas Eve you can
buy anything, anytime.”
She came out
to see him crossing the road in front of her, his great coat blowing in the
wind. Smiling, she carried her bag in
one hand and walked over, saying “Sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering if
I could use your phone? My car’s broken
down, and I need to call a tow truck.”
“Sure,” he
said as he opened his coat and tried to get his phone out, only to stop dead as
she felt the cold circle of metal against his chest, and saw the burning in
Carina’s eyes.
“Don’t say a
fucking word, you miserable little shit,” she growled quietly, “do you live
alone?”
She smiled as
he nodded, then said “Good – walk with me to your place, nice and natural. I’m going to show you a really good
time.” In one stroke, she had found the
perfect prey.
“All right –
just don’t hurt me,” he said as he walked, Cari holding his arm, and they
entered a nearby apartment block. As
they walked in, she kicked the door behind her closed, and said “Coat off,
dickwad, and hands behind your back.”
He slipped
his coat off, trembling as Cari fastened the cuffs around his wrists, and then
pushed him towards the bedroom. “Don’t
say a fucking word, you little shit, or I’ll kill you right now,” Carina said
as she put her bag down on the bed, and smiled as she pushed him onto the bed.
“It’s your
lucky night, you fucking bastard,” Carina cooed as she climbed onto his legs,
“I need sex, and you’re available.”
She took a
pair of scissors and cut through his jumper, pulling it to the side before she
ripped his shirt open, and started to kiss him – but more animalistic, biting
and sucking on him in turn, making him gasp and scream in turn.
“Stop that
fucking screaming, or I’ll stop it for you,” Carina grunted as she looked at
him, before standing up and removing her dress, and then her shoes, stripping
off her stockings and underwear before she grabbed a package from her bag.
“What… what
are you doigngmgmgg” the boy said as she pushed a roll of bandage into his
mouth, and then taped over his mouth with thick brown plaster. “Giving you the fucking ride of your life,
you little piece of bullshit,” Carina said as she pulled his pants and shorts off,
and started to play with his dick, kissing it, sucking on it, massaging it with
her hands as he started to moan into his gag.
He couldn’t
help himself, as he started to throb, to pulse, to feel that sweet pressure in
her caress he had only felt at his own touch before now. His eyes were glazing over, as the naked
blonde woman positioned himself over his cock, saying “I need this” as she
pushed herself onto him, forcing him into herself as she felt the grip inside,
felt the pressure building and growing as she moved up and down on him.
Her growls
were those of a wild animal as she worked on him, fucking him hard, in…out…in, until
her could take it no more, and he gave all he had, the creature that was also
Carina almost howling as she stopped and arched her back, her orgasm long and
fierce. He felt her suck every last drop
out of him, before she looked down at him, a fire in her eyes.
“Thank you, motherfucker,”
she said as she reached behind herself, “now I get to have some real fun as
well.” He looked at her, his eyes
widening as he saw the clamps in her hand, as she moved over the bed like a
wildcat and fastened one to his ball sac.
The pain was
excruciating, as Carina went to his wardrobe and grabbed a handful of
ties. Taking two, she pulled his legs
apart and tied them to the bottom of the bed, ankles to the legs, before she
made him sit up, removed the handcuffs, and pushed him back onto the bed,
holding his wrists as he tied them to the headboard.
The bells of
the church started to chime as she walked back to the bed. “Happy Christmas, shithead,” she said as she
took out the box cutter, and walked back over to him, sliding the blade slowly
out….
Two hours
passed, before the young man looked at Carina through pain filled eyes. His chest was covered in slashes, his sac
purple and engorged, and as for his ass….
One hour in,
she had shoved the vibrator hard in between his cheeks, and for that time it
had buzzed incessantly, doing things to him he had never dreamed possible. Now he watched as the female dressed,
wondering what in this life he had done to deserve such hell as this.
“I told you
it was your fucking lucky night, you little shit,” Carina said as she put on
his coat, “and you know what – it will never be beat.”
He saw her
close her latex gloved hands over the trigger of her gun, and closed his eyes,
praying for the sweet release that he hoped was coming…
Carina looked
at the dead body as she threw the pillow away, and walked to the kitchen,
returning with a bottle of bleach, which she poured over his cock, balls and chest. Smiling, she walked out of the house and into
the early morning light, slowly allowing the other Carina to return as she did
so.
25th December
5.30 am, The Richmond mansion
The alarm
went off and Heather started her all but nightly routine of going back to
finish sleeping in her own bed. Sometimes she was frankly pissed that she and
Sandy had to maintain this charade. But then she thought how shocked the
children, not to mention Vanessa would be to know that the nanny was not just
Sandy’s assistant but also her lover.
Sandy rolled
over and Heather gave her a little farewell peck on the cheek.
"Life
would be so much easier…" she left the whispered words unfinished.
Quickly she
picked up her nightie, taken off and discarded on the floor by Sandy a few
hours earlier.
Heather
giggled lowly at the memory. Her lover had been a beast last night making love
urgently, pinning Heather to the mattress by the force of her strokes from her
huge strap on.
Now Sandy
just lay there looking like a contented cat that had dozed off after drinking
of saucer of milk.
In a while
the kids would be stirring and it would be time for opening presents. Best she
was in her own room when little Sandy came to wake her Heather knew. Christmas
at the Richmond’s was such a time of joy; the contrasts with the terror of
Christmas with her father could not have been stronger.
She used to
cringe in fear, lying in bed, hoping to the heavens he’d not want to come in
and give her ‘her present’ as he called it. But no for all those years he’d
come in bright and early, and forced himself on her. That he’d never got her
pregnant was the great mystery of Heather’s life. She thanked the Goddess
though that no poor innocent had resulted from her father’s perverse desires
for his own daughter.
She slipped
the nightdress over her head, then her feet into her house shoes.
“Merry
Christmas lover.” She heard Sandy whisper as she slipped out the bedroom door.
It barely
seemed as if she had gone to sleep before the excited cries of “SANTA’S BEEN!!! SANTA’S BEEN!!!” filled her ears, and she
opened her eyes to see George and Sandy jumping on the bed.
“They woke me
first,” Jo said as she rubbed her eyes, watching as Heather got up and slipped
on her gown.
“All right,
all right you two – you know the rules.
You can open the sacks by your beds, but everything else waits until
your mother and grandmother are up and we have had breakfast, all right?”
“Yes,
Heather,” they said as they ran off, and Heather put her arm round Jo’s
shoulders.
“Merry Christmas,
sis,” she said as they walked into the
kitchen.
“And to you –
have you heard from Juliette?”
Heather shook
her head as she started to make some coffee.
“Not yet – we can only hope…”
7.30 am
The Huntingwood Apartment
“Cari!! My goddess, where have you been?”
Juliette
looked at her daughter as she walked in, and then at the coat she was
wearing. “Where did you get this,” she
said as Carina hugged her.
“I’m sorry,
Mom, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, “but I had to do something.”
“There there,
my dear,” Juliette said quietly, “I know what happened. I need you to do something later today – come
with me and talk to Diana.”
“What must
Abby think of me?” Carina sobbed as she stood there.
“Let’s not
worry about that now,” Juliette said as she looked in her daughter’s eyes. “Happy Christmas, Carina.”
“Happy Christmas,
Mom,” Carina said before she hugged her mother again. “Can we open our presents now?”
9 am
The Richmond Mansion
“Oh wow –
thanks Mum!!”
Sandy beamed
as the kids looked at their new bikes.
“Now you need
to learn to ride them, and you only go with Heather or Joanne with you, all
right?”
Sandy and
George nodded as they went for the rest of their presents. Sandy beckoned to Joanne to come over, as she
said “I’ve been thinking of what to get you for your first Christmas with us,
and I think this probably is the best thing I could do.”
She handed
Joanne a slim envelope, and watched as she opened it. “What is it,” Joanne said as she opened the
letter inside, and looked at it.
“A birth
certificate?”
“I think you
might need that at some point,” Heather said with a smile, “Merry Christmas, Sis.”
10 am
The de Ros mansion
“Thank you,
Mom,” Abby said as she looked at the locket, “it’s lovely. And thank you for the present, grandpapa.”
“You are most
welcome, my child,” Guy said, “If you will excuse me a moment.”
He walked out
of the room as Abigail and Diana looked at each other. “We need to talk, you and I,” Diana said,
“but not yet. Please, Abby, wait here
until I return.”
Abby nodded
as she watched her mother stand up, brush down her dress skirt, and then walk
slowly, deliberately out of the room.
Guy hated
this moment. it was the real reason he came to New York each Xmas, not
that he didn't love his daughter, or young Abigail, but well given the chance
he knew a dozen places where he might have a more amusing time.
Guy stood as
Diana entered the room and as she came near he gave her a kiss on each cheek.
Diana sat down;
this moment was extremely uncomfortable, she knew that her father’s lifestyle
had drained away all the value from his estate, other than the land itself
which he refused under any circumstances to sell. No she knew that her father
was hoping she'd offer him a large cash payment, just as she had the past two Christmases.
"Diana…."
Guy made a stuttering start at conversation.
"Yes
Father." Diana deliberately replied in English, because English was the
language of her new life. She wasn't sure that in French the Diana of old with
her idealized portrait of her father might not re-emerge.
"Diana….
ummm…well it's so lovely to see Abigail so happy…and modelling too."
"I
wasn't sure about it, but yes she loves it, and the money is all going into her
trust fund for when she's old enough."
"Ah yes
trust funds…. important she has her own money"
"And you
look radiant my darling…I love the new rooms."
"Yes I
had Sandy do them for me, for an American she has great style."
"That's
true." Guy looked round, then brushed an imaginary piece of lint
from his trousers.
For a long
minute there was silence, as each of them displayed the stiff backed pride that
denoted centuries of aristocratic upbringing.
"How
much?" Diana hated herself, but new world brusqueness overcame old
world manners.
"How
much." Guy stood up and posed. "You know my daughter you sound like a
provincial bank manager."
"How
much?" Dina stared directly at her father.
"Darling…Diana,
I've had such bad luck with the horses, oh and of course Yve has been draining
me dry, and…"
"How
much Papa?"
"In
dollars or Euros?"
"How
much Papa?"
Guy looked
distinctly unhappy. "About one and half million Euros, but I swear this is
the last time I'll ever need ask on you kindness Ma Cheri."
Diana smiled
an inward smile. As much as she loved and admired her father, she enjoyed
seeing him sweat, enjoyed it more than just a little. It was her little secret
that what was enabling her father to maintain his lifestyle was in fact her
life of crime. Her brothers had thrown up their hands and given up trying to help
the spendthrift old roué, but she alone had had the guts and the courage to do
something. Diana was proud of her criminal career as no other Pussycat was
because it gave her such power within her family, such control, and yes also
genuine joy that she was able to give her beloved father such huge sums of
money that he needed.
“Of course,
Papa,” she said quietly, seeing the relief on his face as she heard the
doorbell ring. “Now, if you will excuse
me, I have a small mess to clear up…”
“Oh it’s
you.” Abigail looked hatefully at Carina as she entered the drawing room of the
de Ros house. She was standing by the
fireplace, wearing a pair of long slouch socks over some black leggings and a
jumper.
“Your mom
called and asked me over.” Carina replied quietly, not sure what to say in the
situation. “My mom’s parking our car.”
She shuffled nervously from foot to foot, the snow still on the tips of
her brown boots.
Abigail
plumped herself down into an armchair. “Well if Mother wants to see you I
guess you better sit down.”
“Get anything
great for Christmas?” Carina tried changing the direction of the conversation.
“Well nothing
like the present my Grandpapa was trying to give to you last night.” Abby
venomously spat out the words.
“Abby…”
“How could
you bitch?”
“It just
happened…just sorry…”
“Just sorry
that I came in and caught you?” Abigail growled accusingly
“No…well
yes…oh I don’t know…”
At this point
Diana came into the room and Abigail fell silent and sulky.
“Aunt Diana -
thank you for the lovely present.” Carina got up and kissed the older woman on
each cheek. “Mom will be in in a moment. She’s parking the car…she thought that
we three needed to talk.”
“Well I’m
glad you liked the present darling.”
“Not as much
as she was liking…”
“Shut up
Abigail you’re being rude.”
“I’m being
rude? I wasn’t the one bollocks naked in bed with an old man last night.”
“You can’t
blame Carina totally darling, most of the fault lies with your grandfather.”
“With
Grandpapa that horny old bastard?”
Diana winced
at the description.
“You must
understand that a man like your grandfather…. he has needs…. he has cravings.”
“He seduced
my best friend.”
“Well I
suspect Carina was not an unwilling participant.” Diana looked directly at her.
“Were you darling?”
Carina
blushed with embarrassment, and then nodded her head.
“Uggh Carina…How
could you?”
“I don’t
know, I guess your Grandpa has a lot of magnetism.” Carina shrugged her
shoulders.
“But he’s
ANCIENT!”
“Even at his
age he can get most women he wants my darling.”
Diana sat down and rubbed her forehead.
“I think I maybe ought to have asked Sandy not to have invited Carina
and Joanne last night….I was putting temptation in his way I suppose.”
“But why
would he?...why with Carina?”
“Because
she’s a beautiful young woman, just as you are darling.”
“You mean if
I wasn’t his granddaughter?” Abby looked daggers at her mother, not quite
believing what she was hearing here. Diana
tilted her head down, and then nodded a yes.
“Yve his
current mistress is only 18.”
“Oh my
Goddess” Abigail’s hand went to her mouth, “he’s a fucking pervert.”
“No
Darling…No…your Grandpapa never forces himself on a woman….Not like your father
did…” The memory of that last night with
Jacques came unbidden, but was soon forced down. “No, it is not like that - for some reason
women find him irresistible.”
“But he likes
young girls?”
“Young or old
makes little difference to your Grandpapa, if he sees a beautiful woman he must
possess her.” Diana paused. “And last night he noticed just how beautiful
Carina has become.”
“He didn’t
have to work very hard to get her.” Abby needed still to vent her spleen. “You
looked like a whore laying there.”
“I didn’t do
it to hurt you Abs.” Carina looked
nervously round, before saying “it was, well it was, well, he just looked at me
the right way and said the right words.”
“And you let
him take you to bed.”
“What did
your Mother say Carina?” Diana tried to change the tack.
“Ummm I think
she was shocked, I think she still thought I was a virgin. She said a little,
but well you know not much.”
“Oh I’d love
to have been a fly on that wall.” Abby suddenly laughed. “Well okay Mom, Okay
Carina I think I get the message.”
She got up
and hugged Carina.
“Still
friends? Carina asked.
“Still BEST
friends,” Abigail answered.
“Is it safe
to come in now?”
“I believe it
might be,” Diana said as she got up and hugged Juliette. “Merry Christmas, my dear.”
“And the same
to you,” Juliette replied. “Diana, your
father…”
“Please,”
Diana said quietly, “Allow me to deal with him.
I assure you, he will not bother Carina again.”
26th December
11 am
Ever since
she could remember Abigail’s holidays ritual had always included one event on
the day after Christmas. For years she and Carina had been taken skating at
Rockefeller Centre, and then on to lunch at whichever New York eatery their two
moms could agree on was the best.
This year was
the first year ever their mom’s were missing out, as they had to make some
preparations for the coming weekend - but still that was made up for by having
Heather and Joanne join them for the first time. Even the journey down Fifth
Avenue to 49th street in Heather’s four wheel drive had been fun,
despite a couple of near misses with other cars on the ice.
At
Rockefeller Centre each of them went to the back of the old Ford and retrieved
their skates. Each was dressed for practicality rather than fashion, the three
younger girls wearing St Angela’s hoodies over two or so layers of shirts, Heather
wearing her old Yale fleecy top. They looked like any group of cute young women
out for a fun skate on a very brisk New York morning.
Carina
glanced urgently at the front page of the Post, carrying the story of the
Christmas Eve sex slaying uptown. For a brief moment her two lives were
perilously close together, she prayed to the goddess she’d not left any
evidence…no she’d worn gloves, she disinfected him to remove her DNA, it should
be alright.
The girls
warmed up skating slow laps round the rink, stretching muscles, getting the
aches out of rarely used parts of their anatomy.
The sight of
four attractive girls skating together quickly drew that attention of the local
rink rats. Guys started watching, and then a few started to get out on the ice
looking for a way to introduce themselves to the girls.
Juliette put
down her copy of the Times and picked up the Post, idly she scanned the
headline story. It sounded like a particular gory and horrific murder. She was
about to read inside when suddenly it hit her, and she slowly put her coffee
cup down.
“Oh my
Goddess…Oh my Goddess” she repeated weakly as she absorbed the details.
She tried
absorbing the facts and tried to fit them to another conclusion, but she could
make no sense other then Carina’s beast had got loose on Christmas Eve.
“Oh dearest
Artemis,” Juliette couldn’t suppress her horror. It was the nightmare she had
been dreading, that her daughter’s inner self would emerge when she wasn’t
there to help, and keep it in check.
Details,
details, she needed details.
“What did the
police know? What clues did she leave?” Juliette tried reading between the
lines.
It seems the
police were linking the sex murder to the deaths of a sex store clerk and a
pharmacy clerk, in each case the till had been robbed and the security tapes
removed.
“Well at
least she had the sense to go clean up her own mess.” Diana breathed a sigh of
relief.
Still it was
worrying, that Carina had gone out and attacked a man, torturing him and then
killing him raised questions she wasn’t sure she wanted to think about.
As she looked
again at the description, and that the police had found no evidence at the
scene, she thanked Artemis – but knew she would need to talk to the others.
“Juliette, is
this a bad time?”
She looked up
to see Diana standing in the doorway, her gloved hands together as she looked
on from her fur coat.
“Have you
seen the Post today?”
“You know I
do not normally read those papers – why?”
Juliette
showed Diana the front page, waiting to see her reaction.
“Oh,” Diana
said quietly, “I see what you mean.
There is no evidence, but…”
Juliette
nodded. “This has never happened before
– never. And I hate to say it, but…”
“Then do not
say it,” Diana said as she looked at her friend. “This is a family matter, and I will settle
it in a family way. Come – we have a
drive ahead of us, and fear not. We will
face this together.”
“Come on,
cutie, won’t you skate with me?”
Abby smiled
at the curly haired young man, but said “no thanks – I’ve got a boyfriend. Maybe you’ve heard of him?”
“Come on –
who could have made you his own?”
“He plays
football – they call him The House.”
She smiled as
she saw the look of horror on his face, and he hurriedly apologised.
“Yeah, that’s
right,” Joanne said as she skated up with Carina, “run and hide.” The girls stood there laughing until they
heard a young female voice say “What are you Angels doing talking to my
boyfriend?”
They turned
to see a red headed girl staring at them, her arms folded, while a blonde and a
dark haired girl stood behind her. All
three wore sleeveless jerkins over their sweatshirts, leggings and ice skates,
but the Sacred Heart logo was clearly visible.
“He was
talking to us, actually,” Joanne said as she looked at them, “but if you Nuns
can’t keep your men under control, we could teach you a few tricks.”
“I don’t need
to take lessons in manners from a nanny’s sister – or from either of you two,”
the Nun said as she stared back at them.
“Just stay away from my man, bitches.”
“Oh,” Carina
said with a smile, “and who is telling me this?”
“Suzanne
Bold, in nature as in name.”
“Stay out of
my face,” Abby said as she stared at Suzanne, before Heather skated up and said
“Something wrong, girls?”
“No – the
Nuns were just leaving,” Abby said quietly.
Suzanne and her friends looked at Heather, then said “We warned you”
before they skated off.
“Nice girls,”
Heather said quietly. “Right – come on,
off the ice, and we can decide where we’re going to eat.”
The four of
them skated off and removed their blades, slipping on their boots before they
walked back to Heather’s jeep. As they
strapped themselves in, however, there was a crack on the windows, and as they
looked through the yolks running down the cold windows they saw the three Nuns
running off.
“Right –
their cards are marked,” Carina said as Heather got out and looked round. “Damn – I need to get this cleaned now. John told me of a place on 62nd
Street he uses – can I drop you girls somewhere there for a coffee while I get
this cleaned off?”
"Give me
an Irish coffee Annie." Tommy the Fish called out as he stepped from the
bracing winter air of New York's West Side into that warmth and comfort. He ribbed his hands together and took off the
old greatcoat he was wearing, before taking a seat and looking round.
"Who's
da kids." Tommy whispered to Annie as he glanced at the three girls
sitting in a booth nursing cups of coffee.
"Don't
know. Came in about 30 minutes ago, they're working on their second
coffees?"
Tommy looked
at the three kids, they were all blondes, one was a tall kid, the other two
shorter and cuter. All three wore glasses, but underneath Tommy could tell they
were really cute kids…nice lookers. They certainly weren't from round here.
"Look
like their slumming'" Annie remarked cattily.
"Nah
probably just three nice girls wanted to come in out of the cold to your
welcoming bosom Annie." The Fish leaned over the bar and gave the bar
woman a little peck on the cheek.
"And
Merry Christmas to youse Tommy." Annie laughed, "Though I was hoping
sorta I might have got a delivery from Tiffany's as well."
Tommy smiled
inwardly. The story of the uniformed messenger delivering a package for him had
become a running joke amongst the patrons of the Calabria, but the Fish was
more than just proud of the lion head pin he'd received that day, courtesy of
two ladies whose name must go unspoken, as Tommy thought of them.
“So that’s
Tommy the Fish,” Carina whispered. “He
doesn’t look like a gangster.”
“Well you
don’t look like a psycho bitch” Abby hissed, receiving in return a well aimed
kick in the shins from Carina’s boot.
“Ouch!” Abby
cried out involuntarily as every person in the bar looked round.
“It’s okay
she just spilled some hot coffee on herself,” the patrons returning to their
own business at Carina’s explanation.
“That hurt
Cari,” Abigail whispered as she put her hand under the table to rub her leg.
“Teach you a
lesson maybe.”
“I guess so.”
Abby nodded, thinking to herself “Okay so it’s only mega-bitch can make jokes
about that beast in herself.”
“Anyway,”
Joanne said, “I’m glad you two have made up.
I don’t know what happened, but I don’t want the two best friends I’ve
got to…”
The dulcet
tones of Black Sabbath sent Carina climbing into her purse for her cell.
“Oh Hi Aunt
Mary,” she answered as soon as she heard the Welsh accent on the other end.
“Yeah...Yes...I’ll
ask her.” Cari covered the mouthpiece. “Abby your cell is either dead or turned
off…Aunt Mary is not best pleased with you, she’s been trying to get hold of
you for two hours or more.”
Carina went
back to her phone, “Yes she’s here…Yes I told her…Yes…Do you want to speak to
her?...Okay I’ll put her on…Happy Holidays to you too.”
“Yes Mary,”
Abigail spoke sheepishly in to the phone. Mary was the Style Director at CS
magazine, and her patron saint as a young model.
“I Know…I
know, first rule for any model. Never be out of communications, it can lose you
jobs…Yes I’m sorry. I must have forgotten to turn it on…Yes I’m really sorry
Mary…I promise.”
Abigail
quaked slightly with fear that her modelling career was over before it had
really started.
“You wanted
to call and tell me what?” The phone slipped from Abby’s hand and slipped to
the table.
Carina could
hear Mary’s voice calling, shouting.
“Yes Aunt
Mary…no it’s Carina…What happened?...No she looks like she’s in a coma…No
really what did you tell her…Yes…Yes…Yes…Oh my fucking Goddess!...Oh Fuck!”
Carina started bouncing up and down on her seat. “Yes…thank you…Yes.” Carina
pressed end call.
“So what’s
this news? Jo looked from one to the other. “Come on tell me…PLEASE!”
“They are
putting Abs on the March cover of CS…She’s got the fuckin’ cover!”
“Oh Fuck!”
Joanne threw her arms up in the air then hugged Abby. “You’re going to be a
cover girl…you really are…”
“Pinch me.”
Abigail screamed, as Carina obliged her request.
“Oh my
Goddess it’s not a dream…I really am here…I’M GOING TO BE ON THE COVER OF
COMPLETE STYLE!”
Suddenly all
three girls were jumping up, hugging, laughing, and crying tears of happiness.
“Hey – what’s
got you three all excited?”
“Abby just
hit the big time,” Joanne shouted out as Heather came in, looking round the
bar. “Thanks for keeping an eye on
them,” she said as she looked at the barmaid.
“They seem
nice kids – behaving themselves,” Tommy said as he looked at Heather.
“Yeah – but
it’s warmer in here than at Louie’s place.”
“Oh the car
wash – what happened, grit and snow.”
“Girls with eggs,”
Heather said as the other three joined her.
“Come on – we have things to do.”
Tommy looked
at Annie and winked as they walked out.
“You don’t often see kids like that down here, do ya?”
“Nah – nice
change,” Annie said as the door closed.
27th December
11 am, the Huntingwood apartment
Juliette
looked up and saw Carina walking in, her head in a magazine. Putting down the paper, she looked at her
daughter, and took a deep breath.
“Would you
sit down for a minute dear – I need to talk to you about something.”
“Sure Mum,”
Cari said as she threw herself in a chair, “What’s on your mind?”
“Carina
darling, I didn’t ask at the time, but what did you do on Christmas Eve after
you left the party?”
Juliette saw
her daughter visibly tense up.
“Oh not much,
just wandered around really…Why?’
“Oh just
curious.” Juliette sat down next to her daughter and held her tight. “You would
tell me if you had got into any trouble wouldn’t you?”
“Would you
really want to know?”
“Yes!”
Juliette paused. “You are my daughter, the thing I love above all in this
world. You are my one and…”
“You love
even the creature that’s inside me?”
Juliette
paused and took a long breath. “Yes I’ve come to accept her as part of you…”
“Even though
she makes me do the most horrible and evil things?”
“Yes…darling
was it you?”
“Was it me
what?”
Juliette
paused and took another huge gulp of air. “Was that sex, torture, murder – was
it yours?”
Carina looked
at her mother, weighing her options on what to say.
“Well was it
Carina?”
“Yes.” Carina
looked hard faced at her Mother.
“Oh Goddess.”
Juliette felt both a slight relief that her daughter could be honest with her,
but also an overall sense of worry.
“Why?”
Juliette knew it was a stupid question.
“Because I
felt frustrated, I felt angry, and I needed to get it out of my system.”
“Oh.”
“Mother I
know she’s in me and I try to control her, I know you and the others try to
control her, but that beast, creature however you want to describe her is in
me. SHE needed to do that”
“Did you
think of the risk you were taking?”
“Not at the
time…it was only really when real Carina reasserted herself I remembered that
the clerks in the pharmacy and the sex shop had seen my face, that I was on the
security cameras.”
“So the
creature went back and cleaned…”
“No I did…me…the
real Carina…In all the things I’ve done, I think that’s the first time I’ve
done the crime…not her. I knew I had to clean up her mess, and so I went and
robbed and killed the clerks in both stores. To be honest it felt very
strange.”
“Oh?”
“Yes…I can
feel guilt at my actions…SHE can’t…Am I making sense?”
“Yes.”
Juliette nodded and hugged her daughter. “I’m afraid you are making perfect
sense.”
“It worries
me?”
“What
Darling.”
“That one day
real Carina, or you, will not be able to clean up her mess.”
“I know…I
know” Juliette hugged her daughter as Carina started to sob. “Don’t worry, darling – we can only hope that
day doesn’t come…”
30th December
10 am, the de Ros mansion
“Papa, I need
to speak with you while the girls are not here.”
Guy put the
newspaper down and said “Of course, my dear, what is it?” He looked at Diana, in her grey trouser suit,
blouse and high heels, and realised just how much like her mother she looked –
even if her spirit was his.
“Papa you
know you have hurt me and Abigail very badly this Christmas?”
Guy looked
confused.
“You should
never have taken Carina upstairs, you…”
“But my
Cherie, the flesh was willing, so was she, what harm was being done?”
“It was still
not a good thing to do.” Diana paused. “Yes I’ll accept she was a willing
participant, but Papa she’s only 17 years old.”
“17 or
71…both can be good eh?”
“Papa!” Diana
shouted at her father for maybe the first time in her life.
Guy looked
suddenly shocked.
“You can’t go
through life forever doing just as you please…One day Papa you need to grow
up.”
“Young lady I
will not be spoken to like that.” Guy made to leave.
“Yes you will
Papa, and…” she hesitated. “I stopped
being a young lady many years ago.”
“Living in America
has ruined your manners Diana.”
“Maybe Papa,
but it has also taught me to look at life realistically.” Diana drew in breath.
“Papa you can’t go on living this way, it’s not right, it’s not appropriate,
and maybe one Christmas when you visit I might not offer to bail you out?”
“Why you
ungrateful…”
“Me!...ME!...me
the ungrateful one! Papa, you turn up for Christmas to beg money,
but did you remember Abigail’s birthday last summer?”
“I was busy,
Yve and I were in Monte…”
“See you were
busy squiring an 18 year old gold-digger round the pleasure points of the
world.”
“Gold…”
“Yes Papa
she’s a little gold-digger, do you really think she loves you, or is it your
money, sorry, I mean MY money, that keeps her happy?”
Guy squirmed
a little unhappily.
“You know if
this had been a few months earlier you could have been looking at two to four
years in prison for statutory rape if Juliette had pressed charges. You are
just lucky that Carina is now 17.”
“How can it
be rape if she’s so willing?”
“Oh believe
me Papa it can.”
“I thought
you alone of my children understood…but?”
“Oh Papa I
understand you very well, but from now on remember that I’m not the cash cow
you’ve been treating me as…How do you think I can get this money for you…that I
rob banks?”
Guy smiled at
the silly idea of Diana as a criminal.
“Just
remember I only have this money through wise investments…Papa you aren’t a wise
investment.”
“And you are
saying?” Guy wasn’t sure he wanted the answer.
“You must
spend the time before you leave us asking what is most important to you. Your
daughter and granddaughter, or a mistress and a playboy lifestyle…it’s your
decision Papa.”
Diana stood
up and walked out of the room. She felt better for having said all that.
12.30 pm
Ossining, NY
Carina and
Abigail sat in Carina’s car opposite the Citibank branch on Pleasentville Road.
To outward appearances they were just two ordinary teenagers, parked, drinking
a soda, probably waiting for a girlfriend to show up.
On a normal
day that might have been so, today though they were working. They sat in
studied silence watching the comings and goings, watching just to see that
everything was routine, everything was normal.
Carina’s
mother spent months researching the gang’s bank jobs, various members of the
Pussycat gang had been coming up here taking notes, getting to know the layout
for weeks.
As always
Juliette had picked a prime time, the bank would be full of the cash deposited
by local retailers from the first few days of post Christmas sales. The Armoured
Car Company wouldn’t be collecting it yet. It was ready for the taking, ready
for a visit from America’s most notorious gang.
Juliette’s
research was so thorough they knew the names of every teller, each guard, when
they arrived for work, when they left, where they lived, and what cars they
drove. The case notes for the crime ran to maybe 50 pages of words, diagrams,
maps and pictures. Nothing was too small to be noted, no detail too trivial.
“Okay,” Abby
said as she saw a tall, dark haired man walk out of the bank, “that’s the main
man, Alan Porter, on his way to the deli.
Will he meet wifey or kiddy today?”
“Kiddy,”
Carina said as she saw a girl with dark hair walk down the street, wearing a
pair of jeans with black Ugg boots and a turtle necked sweater. “Hang on though, kiddy has a friend – look.”
Heather
looked at the girl with her, her red hair in a ponytail. She was wearing a grey sweatshirt, black
leggings and knee length leather boots, but that wasn’t what caught her eye.
“I don’t
believe it – it’s that Nun who threw the eggs, and she’s hugging Daddy and
kiddy. Think they’re related?”
Carina shook
her head. “No idea – but Mom can find
out,” she said as she took out her cell phone.
31st December
3 pm, JFK Airport
“I am sorry
you need to leave early, Papa – but I understand if you have been called away.”
Guy smiled, a
genuine smile as he hugged and kissed Diana and Abigail.
“I know, but
I have business that cannot wait – I must start the year with a clean slate.”
“Will we say
you next year, Grandpapa?”
“You might
see me before that,” Guy said with a smile, before he waved and walked through
the Gold channel.
“Goodbye,”
Diana called before he moved out of sight.
“Well, we can relax a little now,” Diana said quietly. “With his early departure, we can all gather
at the farm tonight. With the kids at
George’s house for the New Year holiday, we can have some time together.”
“Sounds
good,” Abby said, “I want to get some aggression out of me.”
8 pm
The Farm
“Right,”
Juliette said as she sat back at the table, Heather and Joanne clearing away
the dinner plates. “Let’s go over the
plan for tomorrow. Diana, Sandy,
Heather.”
“Head to the
mall, select our usual pair of suitable vehicles and bring them back here. Heather does her usual checks and plate
change.”
“Jo, Cari,
Abby?”
“We’re on
final bank watch and check – but being extra careful to look out for the nun.”
Juliette
nodded – it turned out Alan Porter was the uncle of this Suzanne Bold, and she
knew the girls were itching to meet her.
“Exactly –
she must not see you,” Juliette said with a smile. “Back here for 4 pm, we change, and we aim to
arrive at the house for 9 pm. Roles on
the entry.”
Diana smiled
as she said “Subdue his charming wife.”
“We get the
girls,” Cari said as she looked at the other two.
“We check the
house, secure it, and look for possible materials for use,” Heather said as she
looked at Sandy.
“And I keep
things nice and simple. I know a lot has
happened this week, and we all have things we need to get out of our system,
but remember – keep it professional.
“7 am, we
take Daddy to the bank – and it’s time to draw lots for babysitting.” She picked up a bag and jangled it, saying
“You know the rules – white ball stays, black ball comes to the bank.”
Juliette
reached in and drew a ball out, looking it and breathing a sigh of relief that
it was black. She let out an even bigger
sigh of relief when Carina also drew a black ball.
“You get to
keep an eye on me Mum,” she said with a little smile as Joanne reached in – and
drew out the white ball.
“Oh well, I
may still get to have some fun,” she said as Diana also drew out a white
ball. She smiled as the others all drew
black balls.
“Right – So
Diana and Joanne, you babysit, then join us at the farm later. We take Daddy to the bank, and do what we do
so well. Heather – we are due to
arrive?”
“07:45”
“The bank
guard always arrives at 08:10 – Sandy, you deal with him.”
“Permanently?”
“If
necessary.”
Sandy nodded
as Juliette sat back “Use whatever
knowledge you need to keep the staff in line – but I want to be out of there by
09:30 hours. And I want to be back here
by 11:00.”
The women
looked round and nodded at each other.
“Right,” Juliette said as she stood up, “enough work – let’s watch some
films.”
“What have
you got – Teenage Bloodbath?”
“No,” Joanne
said as she fetched over a laptop and set it up, “I want us to watch some films
for an idea I’ve had for some time.”
“Oh,” Diana
said, “What idea?”
Joanne smiled
as she started a clip on YouTube of a program, in which an armoured car was
rammed and robbed…
The gang
gathered round the table, as Joanne ran various videos on YouTube.
“The biggest
problem with armored vans as opposed to banks,” mused Juliette, “is that they
are mobile. First thing you need to do is stop the damn things.”
“But they do
carry an awfully tempting lot of money.”
“True Sandy.”
Juliette closed her eyes as she thought deeply.
“See in this
one they block it in with two vans.” Joanne pointed out. “One in front, one
behind, sandwich it.”
“Even when
you stop it though you still have to get them to open up?” Diana questioned.
“Take someone
on the trucks loved ones hostage…works in banks.” Abby chipped in.
“Need to do a
lot of research…right Mom.” Carina glanced sideways.
“See in this
one they smash a truck into it…” Jo pointed out.
“We still
need that back door, and security cage opened…right?” Abby asked.
“Here they
smoke ‘em out.” Jo flipped up another movie robbery. “Tear gas inside.”
“We’d need
gas masks…” Sandy said aloud.
“But they
look so ugly…not really Pussycat style.” Diana corrected her friend.
“True”
Juliette
opened her eyes. “Ladies we can do it….it will be hard, but it will be a
challenge.”
“Are you
sure?” Sandy sounded doubtful. “It’s out in the open, it’s not a controlled
environment like indoors.”
“I know.”
Juliette smiled. “That’s why as the girls say we stack the deck by taking
hostages.”
“They have
the drivers wife in this one.” Jo flipped up yet another heist on screen.
“We will see
who’s vulnerable?” Juliette mused
“It will have
to be quick and violent.” Carina remarked as she had Jo rerun a clip. “Speed is
everything.”
“How about we
have someone’s kid in the van like in this one?” Jo found another clip
“Oh like we
grabbed you?” Abby teased.
“Yeah but
this one we don’t keep.”
“Interesting
idea.” Juliette closed her eyes again. “We have her in the van dressed as a
pussycat. We maybe even have her waving an empty shotgun. The guard knows
he doesn’t co-operate though we pop her on the spot.”
“Oooh sounds
like my kind of plan,” cooed Carina.
"So
ideally," Juliette said, "we'd need to do take the family hostage the
night before - no, two families, hold them in one house.
"Then we ram the van, with one of the kids as a false pussycat. Easy
cannon fodder, especially, if we use a flesh coloured plaster gag. We
stop the van, we use something to pull the back door off, kill the guards, take
the money, and get out.
"All we need now is a viable target..."
They could
see Juliette’s mind at work, before Carina looked at the clock.
“Oh my
Goddess, it’s nearly twelve,” she said as she left the table, “Hang on
everyone.”
She ran from
the room, returning with two bottles and a set of glasses. Putting them down, she watched as Diana
looked at her watch.
“Five… Four… Three… Two… One… HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
The girls
hugged each other, Heather and Sandy embracing and kissing as Juliette opened
the bottles and poured the drinks.
“Here’s to a good new year,” she said as she handed the glasses round,
“Out with the old, and in with the new.
Are you with me?”
“YES,” they
all shouted as they raised their glasses, and then started to dance round the
room.
1st January
7 pm, The Farm
“Cari?”
Carina looked
round as Abigail stood in the doorway, watching her friend as she rouged her
lips.
“Hey – need a
hand with the thing?”
“In a minute
– but I need to know something. Which
Carina was it?”
Putting the
lipstick down, Carina turned and looked at her friend. “Abby, honestly, I don’t know myself. I’m sorry I hurt you, and believe me, I would
do anything for it not to have happened, but it did.”
“Yeah, I
know, and figured that was the answer,” Abby said. “Come on, help me on with this.”
Cari held the
padding in front of Abby and then fastened it in place, before she put on the
black silk blouse and buttoned it up the front, leaving the top two buttons
undone. She then slipped on the sheer
black hose, covering her long legs before slipping into the short maroon skirt,
the material barely coming to her knees and rising as she sat down to put on
her four inch stiletto heeled shoes.
“I love the
way these outfits look on us,” Cari said as she slipped in her contact lenses,
and then started to dress as well. Anny
slipped on the fitted maroon jacket, fastening it up before she selected a red
and gold scarf, folding it into a neat band and tying it around her neck, the
ends hanging over her left shoulder.
She sat at
the table, and pushed her blonde hair up before fixing the black wig over it,
adjusting the way it sat so that it framed her head. “There,” she finally said as she stood up,
and held Carina’s jacket for her to put on, “I’m ready to go to work. You?”
“Oh yes,”
Carina said as she pulled the short black leather gloves on, “I am most
definitely ready to go to work. Come on,
let’s join the others.”
Abigail
looked into the eyes of carina, seeing the beast start to stare back. “Let’s do this,” she said as they walked down
the stairs, and joined the others.
9pm
Milard Avenue, Philipse Manor, Sleepy
Hollow
“Suzanne, you
little minx, you didn’t?”
“I did,”
Suzanne said as she looked over at her cousin, grinning at the reaction to the
tale. She was curled up in a chair,
holding a cup of coca in her hands, while Barbara Porter looked on in mock
horror.
“Stop teasing
your cousin, Suzanne,” Barbara’s mother said from the kitchen. The two girls were seventeen, but while Suzanne
had red hair, and wore a large brown sweater over black leggings and high
slipper socks, Barbara was much more gentle, her short dark hair hidden under a
grey bandana as she wore a pair of light blue pyjamas.
Elaine was
wearing a long white cardigan, with a wide belt holding the panels closed over
her pink jumper and blue jeans. “Well,
at least it’s going to a nice, quiet night,” she said as she walked into the
front room.
Only for that
notion to be destroyed as the front door was thrown open and she saw seven
women walk in, dressed identically in maroon jackets and tight, short skirts,
black silk blouses, sheer stockings and very high heeled shoes.
IT wasn’t
their dress that caught the attention of the girls, however – it was the sawn-off
shotguns three of the women held in front of them as they stood, staring at
them through the Stocking masks that covered their heads.
“Where’s your
fucking husband, bitch,” one of them, with a red silk scarf tied between the
stocking and her blouse, said as she pushed the barrel of her gun into her
stomach. Elaine could only whimper as
she pointed upstairs, watching as two more of the women walked up, the last one
closing and locking the door behind them.
“What the
fuck are you…” she heard Alan call out, before he was almost pushed down the
stairs. He took one look at the other
women, and then at his family, before he went pale and said “shit – oh shit,
not us.”
“Yes, it fucking
well is you, dipshit,” the women standing with Elaine said. “Allow me to introduce myself – I am known as
Miss Panther, and we are The Pussycat Gang.”
“NOOOOO!!”
Barbara screamed, before one of the three with her put the end of her gun into
the girl’s mouth and said “please, give me an excuse.”
“That will be
enough for now, Miss Tigress,” Miss Panther said. “You’ve heard of us, you know what we are
capable of – so do you think it’s a fucking good idea to scream or raise the
alarm, you pair of fuckwads?”
“Elaine,
girls,” Alan Porter said quietly, “for fucks sake do exactly what they
say. They’ve killed before now.”
“Sound
advice,” Miss Panther said as another of the women opened a large duffle bag,
and took out several coils of rope.
“Right – who wants to be first?”
“We don’t
have to listen to you,” Suzanne said as she stood up, only to collapse again as
Miss Cheetah hit her between her legs with her gun. Miss Lynx walked behind her as the others
looked on.
"You
know most bank robbers say we are only after the money and we don't want to
hurt anybody." Miss Panther laughed lightly. "But that wouldn't
really be the truth with us. We enjoy hurting people who get out of line or do
stupid things….Don't we Miss Lynx?"
"Very
much so," she giggled sinisterly as she yanked the girls head back by the
hair.
"So just
remember before you try anything fucking stupid that none of us will have the
slightest trouble killing you, and that just for kicks we might kill your loved
ones as well. Now tie the two junior
bitches up.”
“With
pleasure, Miss Panther,” Miss Bobcat said as she took some rope and yanked
Barbara’s arms behind her back, and tightly bound her wrists together as Miss Cheetah
covered them both. Miss Lynx pulled
Suzanne’s wrists above her head, and bound them tightly, before pulling them
down her back and securing them to the rear chair leg.
“That fucking
hurts,” she screamed out, only to fall silent as Miss Cheetah put the business
end of the gun against her head, whispering “Want to see first-hand just how
fucking serious we can be, you little bitch?”
She whimpered
and shook her head while Miss Puma wound the rope around Elaine’s arms, making
her groan as the ropes bit into her flesh, before forcing her to kneel and
securing her ankles. Miss Bobcat bound
the ankles of the two girls in the same way, before Miss Leopard said “I’ll
look upstairs – make sure we’re alone.”
“See what
else you can find,” Miss Panther said as she pulled a chair and made Alan sit
in it, watching as the three women were gagged with flannels pushed into their
mouths, and tape wound round their heads.
“Now then, Mister Porter, you behave, your family behaves, and we make a
withdrawal from your bank tomorrow. Do
you think you can keep that uppermost in whatever steaming pile of horse shit
you have turning through your minuscule, prehensile brain at the moment?”
Alan nodded
as he looked at his wife, daughter and niece, the panic still building in him
as Miss Lynx sat down and stroked her gloved hands down Barbara’s legs.
“Hey cutie,”
she said very quietly, “want to show mummy and daddy just how much a fuck
machine you are?”
“Whtrutlkgnbt,”
Elaine mumbled as she looked at her daughter.
“Oh didn’t
you know,” Miss Bobcat said as she sat next to Elaine and smiled. “Your daughter, dahlin, is the original eager
little doe for all the rutting stags in her year. Isn’t that right, you fucking machine you?”
“Tsntrrr,”
Barbara mumbled, but as Miss Cheetah looked down she laughed and said “I can
see she is – she’s wet already just at the thought of it.”
“Lvvmcsnln,”
Suzanne said, only to cower as Miss Lynx stroked the barrel of her gun down her
chest and said “Or what, you little shitwhore?
What are you fucking going to do about it, eh? Think you can take on the three of us?”
“Patience,
Miss Lynx,” Miss Panther said with a smile, “why don’t you. Miss Bobcat and
Miss Tigress take these two little fuckers upstairs and look after them?”
“That sounds
like fun, doesn’t it sugah,” Miss Bobcat said, her rich Louisiana accent
hanging in the air as she forced Barbara to her feet and made her hop to the
stairs. Miss Lynx untied Suzanne’s
wrists and then pulled her off the seat, Miss Tigress following as she dragged
the young girl across the floor and up the stairs on her bound knees.
“What are
they going to do,” Alan asked Miss Panther as she watched them reach the top.
“Don’t ask
questions you don’t want to know the fucking answer to, motherfucker,” Miss Panther
then snarled at Alan, before she looked at his wife. “Miss Puma, Miss Cheetah – do you like the
manager’s wife’s outfit?”
“No we do
not,” Miss Cheetah said as she stepped forward, the light reflecting off her
brooch, “it offends us. Miss Puma, fetch
a pair of scissors please.”
Miss Puma
smiled as she went into the kitchen, returning with a pair of kitchen shears
which she used to cut Elaine’s top off.
As she shivered, she felt Miss Cheetah caress her from behind,
whispering “we’ll soon warm you up,” as she squeezed her breasts hard.
Elaine moaned
into her gag, in a mixture of fear, surprise and enjoyment, as Miss Panther
said “Right, Alan – let’s discuss tomorrow morning…”
2nd January
12.30 pm, the Porter home
“Don’t they
make a lovely couple together?”
Suzanne and
Barbara were sitting back to back, Miss Tigress pulling a rope between them
that forced their naked backs together.
The scraps of cloth that had been their clothes were lying in a heap on
the floor, while their wrists had now been bound in front of them before they were
pulled behind their heads, and linked with a short length of cord.
Their legs
were bent at the knees, and their ankles secured to their thighs, while Miss Bobcat
was searching through Barbara’s jewellery boxes. Miss Lynx was watching both of them, a grin
on her face as she looked over their heaving chests.
“Hey – want
to play a game of truth or consequences?”
“Whthssythhttt,”
Barbara said as she looked up.
“We ask
questions, you nod for yes or shake your head for no,” Miss Tigress said as she
walked over. “If you get it right, you
get rewarded. Get it wrong, there are
consequences. For example, are you
Barbara Porter?”
Barbara
slowly nodded her head, as Miss Tigress said “Correct,” kneeling in front of
her and massaging her chest as she started to moan.
“Your turn,
dahlin,” Miss Bobcat said as she looked at Suzanne, “Are you an Angel at
school?”
Suzanne
nodded her head, as Miss Bobcat stroked her hair. “Oh dear sugah, you are a terrible liar,” she
said as she pinched her nipples hard between her gloved fingers. “You attend Sacred Heart,” she continued,
ignoring her screams of pain.
“Next
question,” Miss Tigress said as Miss Lynx handed her a pair of earrings, the
gems sparkling in the light as she twirled them round. “Real diamonds?”
Barbara
stared at them turning over in her mind what might happen if she lied, hearing
her cousin’s muffled gasps of pain behind her.
Slowly, she nodded her head.
“I do believe
she is telling the truth,” Miss Lynx said, Miss Tigress nodding as she stroked
her gloved hand up between the young girl’s legs. “See, the game can be fun, even if you are a spoilt
little fucker who thinks every man is there for her to suck off.”
“Which brings
us back to you,” Miss Bobcat said as she looked at Suzanne. “Is your cousin the easiest fuck in her
school?”
Suzanne
looked at her, her eyes filled with tears, and mumbled “Msree” as she nodded
her head.
“So it is
true, you little cocksucker – you are easy,” Miss Tigress said as she looked at
Barbara, smiling as the young woman shook her head from side to side. “Oh dear, and you were doing so well,” she
said with a smile as she suddenly squeezed her breast, and fastened a clothes
pin over her nipple, making her scream in reply.
“Now, next
question…”
“Nnpplssllfslnnnn…”
Elaine was
moaning in fear and tension as she knelt on the floor, her clothes cut away as
Miss Puma continued to slowly pull the knotted rope between her legs, making
her feel so close to an orgasm she thought she was going to burst.
“She does
appear to be enjoying herself, the dirty little shitass,” Miss Leopard said as
she and Miss Panther sat either side of Alan.
“Don’t you think so, arsefucker?”
Alan could
only moan, his mouth stuffed with his own boxer shorts and the tape wrapped
round his head to keep them in. His arms
were tied tightly to the arms of the chair he was sitting in, while his pants
sat down around his ankles – the result of his wife being forced to give him a
blow job by the others.
“By the way,”
Miss Leopard said as Miss Cheetah pulled hard on the rope between Elaine’s
breasts, making them turn purple in the pressure, “the safe upstairs Alan – we
need the combination, or your wife gets a new rectum exit”
Alan’s eyes
widened as he saw Miss Puma pick up the electric whisk, and nodded to show he
would tell them.
“Excellent,
fuckwipe – go with Miss Leopard and show her.”
He groaned as
Elaine screamed in pleasure, while Miss Leopard cut him from the chair and made
him jump up the stairs…
Suzanne was
screaming in agony, as Miss Lynx attached a second peg to her lips between her
legs, the two on her chest making her breasts throb in agony.
“Well, stop
lying to us, your fucking little pile of shitfaced pus,” Miss Lynx said as she
stood up, and yanked her arms down her back.
“Honestly, it’s a fucking simple game.”
“I think
Barbara is enjoying it,” Miss Tigress said as she used her gloved finger in the
dark haired girl’s moist passage, the pegs on her nipples now making Barbara
feel horny as hell rather than afraid.
She had never experienced anything like this before, and something
inside her wanted more.
“Whtsshhpppnnngg,”
Suzanne sobbed as the three masked women looked at her.
“I think she
needs to lighten up, ladies,” Miss Bobcat said as she walked over and unplugged
the fairy lights around Barbara’s bed, pulling them away as she did so.
“What so you
have in mind,” Miss Cheetah said as Miss Bobcat brought them over.
“Untie them,”
she said with a smile, “they need some time apart. Put happy girl on the bed, and leave the
sobbing little shit to me.”
Suzanne let
her hands drop in front of her as they were released, but the relief lasted
only for a moment, as Miss Bobcat pulled them behind her and tied the with the middle
of the lights wire. As it was wrapped
tightly round her arms and chest, she feared what might be about to happen.
Elaine
collapsed onto her side, panting heavily as her third orgasm in a row faded
away.
“That’s a
good mummy,” Miss Cheetah said as she stroked her head, “You have a nice long
rest now.”
As she stood
up, she embraced Miss Puma, Elaine watching through rapidly closing eyes as she
throbbed and ached everywhere…
Suzanne
stared in horror as Miss Bobcat held the plug for the fairy lights in her
hand. Her chest and arms were now
enclosed by the wire and bulbs, the glass pressing on her nipples and flesh,
but even worse a second set had been tied between her legs, pressing firmly on
her damp slit as she sat against the wall.
That set were already plugged in, as Miss Bobcat plugged the second set
in.
“There – how
are we doing over there, dahlin,” she said as she looked over at Miss Tigress
and Miss Lynx.
“Just fine,
Miss Bobcat,” Miss Lynx said as she looked over. Barbara was now tied spread-eagled on the
bed, as Miss Tigress ran a leather crop over her red nipples. She then suddenly brought it down hard on
them, making Barbara call out as it hit her sensitive body – but Suzanne did
not know if it was pain or pleasure she felt, as the crop came down on her
chest and between her legs.
“She seems
just fine, but it’s time to light up your life,” Miss Bobcat said as she turned
on the two strings of lights, Suzanne screaming as the bulbs heated up and
burned her….
2nd January
6.30 am, The Porter Residence.
Alan looked
up from the bed, his eyes opened in shock as Miss Leopard looked at him.
“Don’t pretend
you didn’t like it,” she said quietly as she replaced the night stick, “now
stand up.”
He slowly shuffled
backwards and stood, the ache between his cheeks still present as she ripped
the tape from his head, removed the cloth and untied his hands.
“Shower,
shave, and dress as always – time for you to go to work.”
“What about…”
“Don’t talk
to me, you miserable little turd,” Miss Leopard said as she looked at him, “get
dressed.”
When he came
downstairs, Alan saw Elaine tied tightly to one of the kitchen chairs, duct
tape wrapped tightly over her eyes and mouth.
“It’s me, love,” he said quietly as he put his hands on her shoulders,
“Are you all right?”
She nodded,
too scared to say anything as Miss Panther stood up. “Good, good – ready to get to the branch I
see. We’ll head off in a few minutes –
when your girls are down here.”
“What’s
keeping them anyway,” Miss Puma said to Miss Cheetah.
“I’ll go and
look,” she said, but before she moved the other three returned, bringing Suzanne
and Barbara with them. Suzanne had red
marks around her chest and belly, and walked quietly, as if she was too scared
of something to do anything.
Barbara had a
smile on her face, a lop sided one as she sat down and put her hands through
the back of the chair without a word, humming to herself as Miss Bobcat tied
her in place.
“I can see
you both had fun,” Miss Puma said as the other two tied Suzanne to the chair,
her sobbing muffled by the knotted bandana that sat between her teeth. Once she was tied in place, tape was wound
round her eyes and mouth, Barbara nodding quietly as she received the same
treatment.
“All right,”
Miss Panther said as she stood up, “Miss Leopard and Miss Bobcat will stay here
with your family, shitbreath. They
behave, they live. You behave they
live. You screw us, or they screw around
they die. Understand?”
Alan nodded
as Miss Panther said “good – you ride with us,” taking his arm as Miss Leopard
and Miss Bobcat stood guard at the kitchen table. He took one look back at them before he was
frogmarched out of the house.
“Strap in,”
Miss Cheetah said as she reversed the Ford Galaxy down the path, along Milard
Avenue, and then left onto Broadway, heading north.
“Nice morning
for a drive,” Miss Puma said as the car drove up the tree lined avenue.
They drove
past the Sleepy Hollow cemetery, and onto the highway as they continued to head
north. Alan looked out of the window, as
Miss Lynx checked her weapon and smiled at him.
“Don’t worry,
shithead,” she said quietly, “my friends will take real good care of your
family. We certainly did last night,
didn’t we Miss Tigress.”
“We most
certainly did – I think your daughter will have a completely new outlook on
life now,” the other woman said with her soft accent.
Turning onto
Albany Post Rd/South highway Ave, he saw the sun starting to rise in the
distance, but the car kept going, past the Fire Department and the Episcopal
church they attended. Any other day he would have enjoyed the journey to work,
past the country club and into town, but this was not an ordinary day.
Turning right
onto Scarborough Road, they kept going, Miss Lynx giggling to herself as the sun
started to rise further. “Nice houses,”
Miss Tigress said as they drove past, “we should visit them some day.”
“Mind on the
job ladies,” Miss Panther said as they kept going, turning right and then left
onto Old Briarcliff Road. Eventually
emerging from the trees, Miss Cheetah drove left onto Pleasantville road, and
they entered Ossington.
Passing the lake
on the left, they finally came into the town, arriving in the car lot on the
left at 7:45 precisely.
“Very good,
Miss Cheetah,” Miss Panther said as she opened the door, “You keep watch
here. Everyone else with me – time for
you to open up Alan.”
8am
The Porter Residence.
“Want some
eggs?”
“No thanks,
sugah,” Miss Bobcat said, and then she said “May I have two raw ones?”
“Of course,”
Miss Leopard said as she handed them to the smaller woman. She walked across the floor, the heels of her
shoes clicking as she did so, and then stood behind Suzanne, smiling as she
cracked the eggs over her bear nipples and ground the shells into her scorched
flesh.
“Whtsstththth,”
she moaned as Miss Bobcat wiped the egg off her hands.
“I would tell
you,” she said quietly, “but then I would have to kill you.”
Suzanne
nodded, knowing she meant it.
8.10 am
Citibank, Ossington.
“Good morning
Mister Porter, how are…”
“Shut the
fuck up bitch,” Miss Puma said as she forced the female bank guard onto her
knees, and sip tied her wrists behind her back.
“We’re the Pussycat Gang, and this is a fucking robbery, got it?”
“I got it,”
she said quietly, 2I won’t give you any trouble. I want to see my kids tonight.”
“Sensible
move,” Miss Panther said as she brought the nightstick down on the back of her
head, sending her sprawling to the floor.
Alan could only watch from the counter, where Miss Tigress and Miss Lynx
stood by him with their guns in their hands.
The next to
arrive were two female tellers, wrapped up well against the cold – but the
chill they felt as Miss Tigress and Miss Lynx secured their wrists behind their
backs, their ankles together, and placed their shotguns against the back of
their heads, facing the door.
One by one
the rest of the staff arrived , and were secured by one of the two masked
women, their red scarves and outfits catching the attention of the staff as
much as the shotguns.
“Right, you
fucking stupid piles of shit,” Miss Panther said as the last of the staff were
bound, “Just stay where you are – move a fucking inch, and my ladies will blow
your head off. Miss Puma, assist em with
the money, please.” She dragged Alan off
as he shouted “Please, they have my family hostage” to his staff.
“You fucking
sadists – what gives you the right to do this to us?”
“What gives
us the right?” Miss Lynx walked over to
the dark haired teller who had said it, staring into her blue eyes. “What gives us the fucking right? How old are you, you little shewhore?”
“What does it
matter to you, you little bitch?”
“Allow me,”
Miss Tigress said as she walked over, and forced the end of her shotgun into
the woman’s mouth. “My friend here asked
a question, how old are you?”
“Fcckuu.”
The shot reverberated
round the hall as the woman fell over, the older woman next to her screaming
before Miss Lynx shot her in the head as well.
“Anyone else want to argue with us,” she said as she smiled at Miss Tigress,
the other masked woman smiling in return.
8.45 am
The Porter Residence.
Miss Leopard pulled
Barbara’s head back, and let it go as she giggled through the gag.
“You really
turned her last night,” she said to Miss Bobcat, who nodded as she picked up a
cushion.
“Whtrrugnggtd,”
Elaine said as she looked round.
“Relax, it
will all be over soon,” Miss Bobcat said as she held the cushion to the back of
Suzanne’s head, and then put the business end of a pistol next to the cushion.
There was a
sound like a soft thud, and then Suzanne’s head fell forward, the moans
stopping as it did so.
Miss Leopard
nodded as Miss Bobcat put the cushion down, and then said “Let’s go – out job’s
done here.”
Elaine looked
up as she heard the two women leave, and then said “Rullrttbarbrr?”
“Mhhpemrmm.”
“Ndusssnn?”
“Sussnnnn?”
“SUSSNNNNN!”
“Why did you
kill the redhead,” Diana asked Joanne as they drove off.
“She insulted
us, and damaged Heather’s car,” Joanne said as she looked out of the
window. “Reason enough in my book.”
9 am
Citibank
Alan grunted
as the tape was smoothed over his mouth, and he was pushed to the floor next to
the unconscious guard and the rest of his staff, the two dead women where they
had fallen.
“Thank you
for your cooperation, dipshits,” Miss Panther said as the other four women
carried the bags of money out. “Nobody fucking
moves – or we visit your house next.”
They watched
over their tape gags as they walked out, their maroon skirts moving with every
step, the three and four inch heels clicking on the floor, as Alan Porter broke
down and wept.
“How much,”
Heather said as she pulled off the stocking mask and drove off.
“I estimate
five mill,” Juliette said as she looked at the town coming to life. “Right now, let’s just get out of here – I
want to shower and relax for a while before going back to the apartment.”
She looked at
Carina and said “How are you feeling, dear?”
“We’re 110
percent, Aunt Ju,” Abby said as she looked at
Carina. Cari nodded in agreement, as the
car sped off…
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