Skanky Town
Chapter 24 — Lost and Found and Lost Again
“I’m looking for a woman,” Robin had said.
The man had laughed. “Ain’t no women in here,” the man had said. “Just sluts and whores.”
Robin couldn’t help but groan. She knew that characterization was meant to include her and she couldn’t help but wonder just which one she was supposed to be.
“I’m looking for a very special woman.”
Frankie had suddenly got serious. “Baby, they’re all special to me. Every single one of them that walks through that door. They’re all special to me.”
“What do you mean?”
“That surprises you, doesn’t it?”
Robin had nodded.
“I like to fuck,” the man said. “Fortunately for me, just about any woman who walks into this place is of the same mind as me. They’ve given up the pretense of being anything but what they are and I take care of them in the manner that they’re meant to be taken care of, but every once in a while, a woman like you comes in.”
“A woman like me?”
“A woman who hasn’t completely given up on herself, a woman who wants something else, who wants something more than just being a playtoy.
The weird thing was even while she’d heard the man on one level, there was another part of her that was rebelling at his words.
“Her name is Susan Newcomb. She would have come in here a couple of nights ago.”
“Yeah sure. I know her.”
“Do you know where she is?”
“She left.”
“What do you mean she left?”
“I mean she left.”
“Do you know where she went?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“I just do.”
Frankie had laughed at that. “Now you know that’s not going to fly, don’t you?”
Robin had nodded. Even to her ears, that had sounded weak.
“Now why don’t we start all over from the top again, and maybe if you do a really good job, maybe you can convince me to tell you what you want to know.”
Robin had sighed at that. She’d known he was playing her but what choice did she have. She had to know what he knew and besides, her pussy was still very much in need.
Dale Roberts had had to lie to the judge. Well, maybe lie wasn’t exactly the right word, he told himself, but he’d definitely stretched the truth a bit but if everything came out the way he hoped it would, it would be worth it.
And even if things didn’t come out the way he hoped it would, the detective thought as he fingered the warrant, it would still be worth it. Judge Winfield hadn’t wanted to sign. That much had been clear and he probably wouldn’t have, but a kidnapping case just couldn’t be overlooked. He’d signed the warrant but as he handed it back to the detective, he looked at him with hard, gray eyes. “You better be right about this,” he said.
He was right. Dale Roberts was sure of it. All that remained now was to get the pieces in place and that was happening even now. Already Zukor and Frobish were in place behind the place ready to catch anyone trying to flee. All that was needed now was Browning to take the point.
Dale Roberts smiled from his car. Leo Browning just looked seedy. Just one look at him and you’d figure he just had to be up to no good. That was the beauty of using someone like him. No one would ever guess he was a cop. Hell, he might not even have to break cover and if he didn’t, then so much the better.
Dale Roberts leaned forward in his car. And there he was now, right on cue. Dale Roberts picked up his radio. “All right, boys,” he said. “Get ready.”
“Roger that,” was the response.
All right, Dale thought. It’s showtime.
Frankie had actually told her what she wanted to know. Okay sure, she’d had to suck his cock and then she’d had to let him fuck her and then she’d had to let him fuck her again, but considering the fact that these were the things she wanted to do anyway, it wasn’t like she was really giving up all that much.
Just as Robin had suspected, it was Angela who’d brought Susan to him and Frankie had been happy to take her in, but as much as he might have appreciated the gift, Robin got the feeling that Frankie wasn’t into the habit of taking women in and holding on to them. From the way she saw him, she would have thought he was into treating women like facial tissues. They were there to be used and then when he was done with them, they were there to be discarded.
That, at least, had been the case with Susan. He’d used her all right, but after he was done with her, he’d passed her on to one of his friends. “A word to the wise though,” he’d cautioned Robin.
“What?”
“My friend, he’s not a nice man. He doesn’t believe in treating women as nicely as I treat them.”
“Yeah?”
“My friend, he likes to own them. For my friend, women are nothing more than property to be owned. You go up against him and he’s going to want to own you, too.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Robin had said.
“I’m not kidding you,” Frankie had said. “He is going to try and own you.”
“Just tell me where he is and you let me worry about how to get in and get out.”
Frankie just shook his head even as he told Robin where to find the man. She didn’t believe him. He knew that, but he’d warned her and really, the man told himself. That was the best he could do.
Leo Browning was already on the front porch when Dale Roberts strode up the path to the house. Raoul St. Jacomo looked past Browning. “What are you doing here, cop?”
“You said I shouldn’t come back here if I didn’t have a warrant.”
“Yeah, so?
“So guess what I have?”
“You’re bluffing.”
Dale Roberts would have laughed if it weren’t so serious. Leo Browning’s head was swiveling back and forth between the two sparrers, as if he didn’t have a horse in this fight, but Dale knew the truth. The man was ready at a moment’s notice to pull a gun. “I’m not bluffing,” Dale said even as he pulled the warrant from his jacket pocket.
“What’s that?”
Dale had to hand it to the man. Even with the jig already up, he was still trying to stall things out, as if that was going to do any good, but Dale was sure the man knew what he was holding. Still, you had to play it through. “It’s a warrant,” he said.
“Bull.”
Dale looked at the paper and then he looked at the man. “Nope. It looks like a warrant to me.”
“Let me see it.”
“You can see it but you can’t touch it.”
Raoul St. Jacomo looked at the document. Heck, so did Leo Browning. Finally, the two men pulled back. “It looks official,” Leo said.
“It looks like bull shit,” the other man said but it was clear he’d already resigned. " I thought you cops always had back-up.”
“I do, but just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they’re not there.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
“You going to let me in?”
“Anything I can do to stop you?”
“Nope.”
“Then you might as well go on in.”
Robin wasn’t above admitting that she was in way over her head. She wasn’t a policeman. She knew that. There were probably ways in which you were supposed to do this but if there were ways, she didn’t know what they were. All she knew was she wanted to get into the house where Susan supposedly was, and she wanted to see if the woman really was there.
And it was kind of exciting as well. She’d gone back to the hotel to get her car and now she was sitting out in the street, watching the house.
It was kind of exciting and Robin was finding out something else as well. Doing exciting things made her horny.
Okay, to be honest, that wasn’t the only thing that made her horny, but doing something exciting definitely made her want to fuck.
She watched a man leave the house. She assumed he was the man Frankie had told her about. If that was the case, that meant the house had to be empty. Well, except for Susan. If Susan was there, the house wasn’t exactly empty.
She waited until the man got into his car and he drove off and then she waited until the car was out of sight. It was now or never, she told herself.
She walked up to the door and knocked. It was always possible there was someone inside. It was always possible that it would be Susan herself who answered the door so Robin knocked and Robin waited and when no answer came, she knocked again.
And still, there was no answer.
Well, she really shouldn’t have expected it to be as easy as that, Robin told herself. It would have been nice if it was, but it wasn’t.
Next, she tried the door knob.
Hmm. No go there either. The front door was locked but what about the other doors and did she even have time to try them. Maybe there was a back door. Maybe it was open, but so what if it was. She had no idea where the owner had gone or how long it would be before he was back and here she was wasting time. Maybe she had no time left at all. Maybe she should be already be getting ready to leave.
Fuck it. She’d seen a gate to a back yard and she’d already come this far. What would it hurt to have one quick look around and then she could leave.
She let herself into the backyard and her first thought was what a bunch of junk as she looked at the stuff in the backyard. Most of it was just run down stuff. A barbecue grill looked like it had seen better days. A picnic table that looked worn but still serviceable. An old birdbath that looked rusted out and looked like it hadn’t been used in quite some time.
Just as she’d suspected there might be, there was a back door. Two of them actually. One was a sliding glass door, but it was securely locked, which left the other one. Robin tried the handle, and ...
And damn it, it was locked, too.
Now what?! She didn’t want to go home empty-handed and yet she felt like she was running out of time. She peered in through a window in the door to see if there was anything she could see.
There wasn’t.
She was surprised she did it. It was so uncharacteristic for her but she acted on instinct. She grabbed her purse and without thinking, she shoved it through the window in the door.
She was still surprised as she reached through the window but then her hand was turning the knob and already, she was moving into the house.
She’d better be right, she told herself. This was breaking and entering, wasn’t it. This was a felony. What would happen if they caught her and if they did, what could she say?
She’d just make a quick search, she told herself. Just long enough to verify one way or the other if Susan was there, and then she’d leave.
It was clear there wasn’t anyone in any of the common rooms. Not the kitchen or the living room or the dining rooms. That left the bedrooms.
The first one was obviously the master bedroom. It was empty.
The second bedroom was set up as an office. No help there which left just one more bedroom.
Robin opened the door and there on the bed was a naked woman.
It was only then that Robin didn’t even know what Susan looked like. It was stupid, she thought. Here she was, standing in a room and there was a naked woman on the bed and she couldn’t even tell if this was the woman she was looking for.
All she could do was ask.
She moved into the room and she patted the non-responsive woman’s hand. At least the hand was warm. That had alleviated at least one of her fears. She patted the hand again. “Is your name Susan?” she asked. “Come on. Is your name Susan?”
Dale Roberts couldn’t believe he was finally here. He’d known what Raoul St. Jacomo was but knowing what he was and being able to prove it were two entirely different things and he wasn’t naive about what had allowed this to happen. It was the disappearance of Susan Newcomb that had caused him to be here.
“Who’s in the house?” he demanded of St. Jacomo.
“Fuck you, cop.”
Detective Roberts smiled. Charming, the man thought. St. Jacomo was charming right to the very end. “Let’s try this again. Is there anyone else in the house?”
Raoul smiled a thin, little smile. “Fuck you, cop,” he said slowly.
“Should I take that as meaning that you aren’t going to help me?”
“Fuck ... you ... cop.”
Roberts smiled. “I think I’ll take that as a no, but you know what? I don’t need your help.”
St. Jacomo said nothing.
“Turn around.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re under arrest.”
“Yeah? What’s the charge, cop?”
“How about kidnapping for starters.”
“Kidnapping. That’s federal man. I would never do something like that.”
“Well then, I guess we’re just going to have to see for ourselves, aren’t we?”
“This is bogus, cop. I ain’t kidnapped nobody.”
“We’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?”
“You’ll be hearing from my lawyer, Cop.”
Charming, Dale thought. Right to the very end.
The first room boasted a couple of teenagers. One was sticking a dildo in the other’s pussy while the other was showing just how much she appreciated it. The one with the dildo looked up. “You want to join us?” she asked.
Dale shook his head and he moved on. He didn’t recognize the girls but that didn’t mean anything. Sometimes when girls went missing, their families didn’t bother to report them as missing. In other cases, the girls were runaways and they quite literally wandered into town without realizing what they were getting themselves into and there were still other girls who’d heard rumors about the town and who’d come here on their own, either because they were hoping the rumors were right or because they wanted to prove the rumors wrong.
The next room had a naked woman and a dog. They were both on the bed but nothing was being done. Dale shut the door quickly. He didn’t want to see what was done there.
The next door opened up onto a woman dressed all in leather and holding a bull whip. She looked up as the door opened and her hand hefted the whip as if she were getting ready to use it. “Well now,” the woman sneered. “Would you look at what we have here. Let me guess. Little boy’s come here to be punished like all men need to be punished. Why don’t you step inside and tell Daria what shitty things you’ve done so far.”
Daria, huh? There was a missing persons report from one county over. Daria Hunsacker, if Dale recalled the name correctly, but if this was her, then she’d changed. She’d changed a lot.
The man closed the door. He’d come back to her later but not for what Daria thought he wanted.
The next door opened up on a middle-aged woman. She was dressed conservatively and she was sitting at a table instead of lying on the bed. She looked up when the door opened. “Who are you?” she asked.
“No one,” Dale said and he closed the door. He wondered if she was here of her own free will. It was always possible that all the women were and if they were, he was screwed. He was supposed to be looking for a kidnapped woman.
Two more doors. He was running out of options.
The next door opened up onto a teen. She had long, black hair and she was naked and she was pregnant and she was sitting on the bed, her legs slightly spread as one hand stroked her tits and the other stroked her obviously swollen belly. “Mmm. Did you come here to fuck me?” she asked. “I hope so. I want you to. I want you to fuck me good.”
Dale shook his head and he closed the door. That left just one more door.
And that’s when he opened the door at the end of the hall and he saw someone he’d never expected to see alive. He stared at the blond who was tied to the bed. “Is your name Zoie?” the man asked. “You are Zoie, aren’t you. Zoie Braxton?”
“That’s what she says her name is.”
Robin whirled to find a man standing behind her.
“How’d you get in here?” he asked.
“One of the doors was unlocked.”
“Liar. I saw the broken window.”
“If you already knew—”
“I just wanted to see if you’d admit it,” the man said, “and you didn’t admit it. You did just what I thought you’d do.”
“Why are you keeping her here against her will?”
“You got me all wrong. I’m not keeping her here against her will.”
“What’s wrong with her then? Why isn’t she moving?”
“Maybe she’s tired.”
She did look worn out. Robin had to admit that, but that wasn’t the reason. Robin was sure of that. “Come on. What’s the real reason?”
“Maybe she’s getting all the sex she needs. Maybe she doesn’t want to go anywhere else.”
There was something about that phrase that really turned Robin on. “All the sex she needs.” There was something about that that was so alluring and so seductive.
No. That wasn’t right. Not by him. Not by this twerp of a man. No. That was wrong. “I don’t believe you,” she said.
“Perhaps what you really need then is proof.”
The girl on the bed shook her head. “My name’s Sandy. Sandy Sweetly.”
Dale Roberts stared at the girl. He’d looked at Zoie’s picture ever since she’d gone missing. As the days had turned to weeks and the weeks had become months, he’d become certain that he wasn’t going to see her again, but her picture was motivation for him, motivation to keep him going when it felt like he wasn’t making any progress. He knew what Zoie Braxton looked like and he knew this was her. “I don’t understand,” he said.
The girl tied to the bed looked for all the world like she was trying not to get herself fucked even as she seemed to keep revealing herself to the man. Her body would twist on the bed as if she were trying to get loose but then her legs would flash open for just a moment and Dale could see her pussy and then those legs would close again as if she hadn’t meant to do that.
“You are Zoie, aren’t you?”
The girl shook her head. “My name’s Sandy,” she said. “Sandy Sweetly. I’ve never heard of Zoie Braxton.”
What the hell was she talking about? Of course she was Zoie Braxton. “Zoie?”
The girl shook her head. “Sandy.”
Fine, the detective thought. Have it your way. “I’m Detective Roberts. Let’s get you out of here.”
But when he reached for the girl’s restraints, she tried to pull back or at least she tried to pull back as much as she could.
“What’s wrong?” the detective asked.
“Nothing,” the girl said, but she was looking down at herself. “Don’t you see something you like, Detective.”
“What? No. Come on. Let’s get you down to the station.”
“No, I don’t want to go.”
“What do you want?” the man asked.
The girl looked at her naked body and then she looked back at the man.
The man shook his head. “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”
“No,” the girl cried out even as she tried to cringe away from the man.
“I’m trying to help you now hold still.”
“No.” Sandy just thrashed harder. Her hands might have been tied but it seemed as if every other part of her body was in motion. “No,” she cried out. “No. I’ll scream. I swear it. I’ll do it. I’ll scream.”
One of her kicks caught him in the stomach. Dale Roberts would later admit that this hadn’t been his finest hour as an officer but he got mad and when he got mad, he tried to hold her down.
“That’s it,” the girl said and her eyes flashed. “Hold me down. I’ve been a bad girl. I need to be punished.”
“Shut up!”
“I’ve been a bad girl.”
“I told you to shut up.”
“I’m going to scream,” the girl said. “I’m going to say you tried to take advantage of me. I’m going to scream unless you find something to shove in my mouth right now.”
She hadn’t said as much but from where she was looking, there was little doubt about what she wanted in her mouth and Dale Roberts was just about to oblige her.
“I’m going to scream,” she said again.
“No you won’t,” and with that, Dale Roberts was unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. “You want something in your mouth then fine, suck on this.”
She might not have asked for it directly but there was little doubt as to what Sandy wanted. Her mouth eagerly sucked on the man’s cock and her mouth moaned as she took the man’s cock.
“Yeah,” the detective growled. “Yeah you like that. You got any other holes you want to get filled up while I’m here.”
Sandy didn’t say anything but then it was kind of hard to say something when her mouth was full of cock.
“How about this one,” Dale said as he pulled his cock from the girl’s mouth and moved it down over her body. “You want me to fill up this hole, too.”
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned as the man’s cock slid into her cunt. “Oh yeah. Fill me there.”
He was way over the line, Dale knew, but he just didn’t care, and to think that he’d spent nights studying Zoie’s file, trying to find her, and this was the way he acted. Well, the hell with her. If she wanted to be a slut, he could treat her like she needed to be treated.
Oh geez. He was going to cum and if the girl’s moans were any indication, she wouldn’t mind it in the least. He was going to ...
He was going to ...
Oh shit. He was fucking cumming and it felt so fucking good.
This was damned annoying, Robin thought, because here she was tied to a chair and being forced to watch.
The man had been standing behind her but truth be told, she just hadn’t expected it from him. After all, he didn’t look dangerous but that just showed that looks really could be deceiving.
Whatever he’d hit her with, it had knocked her out in nothing flat. One moment, she was there, looking at Susan and in the next moment, there was something being pressed against her neck and then after that, nothingness.
When she’d come to, she’d found herself strapped to the chair with the man standing over her. “Oh good,” he’d said. “You’re awake.”
“What did you do to me?” Robin asked.
“That’s just a little something I cooked up,” the man said. “Did you know I’m an inventor?”
Robin shook her head although even that motion kind of hurt her.
“Well, I am,” the man said. “I invent all kinds of things.”
“Yeah well whoop-tee-do. How about you let me up from this chair.”
“No way. I want to show you something else I invented.”
Robin thrashed against her restraints but it was to no effect.
The man opened a small box and he took out a vial and a syringe.
In spite of herself, Robin had to know. “What’s that?” she asked.
“This,” the man said in a near awed voice, “this is my greatest creation. I call it my can’t-say-no serum.”
“Your can’t-say-no serum? What’s that?”
“Let’s just say it’s great for the guy who doesn’t like to wait. Even around here, a girl has a certain level of inhibitions. She might want to fuck a guy’s brains out but there’s still a part of her that tells he maybe, just maybe, she ought to wait, but with this little beauty, the maybe just maybe part gets turned off. She goes straight from the maybe we should fuck phase to the i want you to fuck my brains out right now phase. Isn’t that cool?”
Robin shook her head. “It sounds horrible.”
“Horrible, huh? That’s too bad.”
“Why?”
“Because I was hoping you’d be more understanding because after I use it on her, I’m planning on using it on you.”
Robin shook in her chair but to no avail. “No. You can’t do that.”
“Oh but I can. Just watch.”
Robin watched as the man slipped the needle into Susan’s arm. The girl whimpered at the feel of it but other than that, she showed no other reaction but it was clear that the drug was entering her system.
The man pulled the needle out and he turned to look at Robin. “There we go. All done, and it’s remarkably fast acting. It shouldn’t be long now.”
“You’re a monster.”
“Yes, I know, but I’m a monster that gets laid even more than the rest of the poor schmucks that live in this town, so I can live with that.”
Robin shook herself in the chair again but again it was to no avail. “I’m going to get out of here,” she said.
“I really doubt that,” the man said, “but it might be fun to see you try.”
On the bed, Susan was starting to stir and that drew Robin’s and the man’s attentions back to her. Susan watched as the man stroked her hair and Susan’s eyes fluttered open. “How are you doing, my dear?”
Susan’s eyes focused on the man and then she let out a little moan. “I need to fuck,” she said.
The man just laughed. “You always say that,” he said.
“That’s because I always need to fuck.”
“Any concerns about it?”
“Concerns?”
“Is there any reason why maybe you think we shouldn’t fuck?”
“None at all. I want to fuck. Don’t you want to fuck?”
“I want to fuck,” the man said, “but I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it.”
“I’m totally okay with it. I want to fuck. I want to fuck really bad.”
“But we have a guest.”
It was as if Susan’s was noticing Robin for the very first time. “Who’s she?”
“I don’t know. I was hoping maybe you could tell me.”
Susan looked at Robin and she shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen her before.”
“Never, huh?”
Susan shook her head.
“Did you know she came here because she wanted to take you away?”
“Why would she do that?”
“I don’t know. That’s what I was hoping you could tell me.”
Susan looked at Robin again and she shook her head. “I told you before. I don’t know her, but why are we talking about her? Can’t we just fuck?”
“Well, I was thinking. Maybe you’d like to have her as your slut friend.”
“If I say yes, can we stop talking and start fucking?”
“Sure.”
“Then yes, I want her as my slut friend.”
The man actually handed Susan a vial and a syringe. “I think you know what to do with these then.”
Robin shook in the chair once again and again, it was to no avail. “No, Susan,” she cried out. “No. Don’t do it.”
Susan looked her in the eye. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to do it.”
“No.”
But nothing was stopping the travel of that needle as it got closer and closer to Robin’s exposed arm.
“Don’t do it,” Robin pleaded.
But already, the tip of the needle was there and then it was pressing against her skin and as Robin watched, the tip of the needle entered her arm.
“Don’t,” she moaned but even as she said it, she cold see the plunger on the syringe being pushed down.
“Can we fuck now?” Susan asked.
“Don’t you want to wait for your friend?”
Susan shook her head. “I just want to fuck.”
The man looked back at Robin and grinned. “You heard her. Duty calls.”
What was she supposed to do now, Robin wondered. One thing was probably certain, she told herself as she watched the girl spread her legs for the man. Her concerns about being charged with breaking and entering probably could be set aside for now.
Despite being told what the drug did, she wondered how she knew if it was taking effect. Oh sure, she’d entered the house with her pussy already in a low grade state of arousal but it wasn’t like she wasn’t ever not aroused. Not anymore, so that was hardly surprising.
She was watching Susan take that cock. She certainly was enjoying herself, Robin thought as the man plowed into her, and to think, she thought. She’d put everything on the line to save this ... this woman.
Well, the girl was kind of cute, especially when she had a cock inside her. Hell, she loved the way she moaned when she was being fucked and the way her hands squeezed her tits.
Okay, her pussy was definitely in all out need now. She fought back the urge to groan. She didn’t want to give them the pleasure of knowing that they were getting to her.
And why not?
The thought just came to her but once it was there, she couldn’t deny it.
Why not? She needed to fuck. Why not let them know? Maybe if she did, maybe they’d let her join in the fun.
No, that was the drug talking.
And what if it was. There wasn’t anything she could do about it now. The drug was already in her system.
She moaned.
The man turned and looked at her. “I think someone wants to join in the fun. Should we let her?”
“I just want to fuck.”
“But I think we should let her.”
It was clear if Susan had had her way, Robin could have stayed where she was until Susan finished getting her pussy fucked but Susan wasn’t having her way. Instead, the man was pulling out and then he was untying Robin’s wrists from the chair.
In no time at all, Robin had her clothes off and then she was kneeling by the bed. Already, the man was back with his cock inside Susan’s body, but that didn’t concern Robin. Robin knew what she wanted. All the while while the drug had been injected into her, she’d been watching Susan and now she wanted nothing more than to please this woman.
Susan wanted to moan with the man’s cock inside her but instead, there were Robin’s lips first on her lips and then on her breasts and then back on her lips again.
And all the while, there was the man with his cock between her legs and Susan knew she was going to cum. Susan knew she wanted to cum so very bad.
“Fuck,” the man groaned and then he groaned again. “Fuck,” and with that, Susan felt the man cumming between her legs.
But that wasn’t where it ended. Almost as soon as the man had vacated his spot, Robin was there licking at Susan’s pussy and setting Susan to moaning all over again. It was almost as if she were licking the cum out of her pussy and that was just so incredibly hot.
And what made it even hotter was when she looked up, she could see the man fucking her new friend from behind and she could feel the grunts of the woman, both hot and wet against her pussy with every thrust the man made.
She was going to cum, Susan realized. She was going to cum all over again and she knew she wanted it and Susan knew this was better than it had been before, that having two partners was definitely better than one.
It wasn’t fair, Robin knew. She’d only been trying to help but now here she was. She was stuck licking another girl’s pussy and in spite of herself, she couldn’t help but like it. She had to get out of here, she told herself, but the question was how and even if an opportunity did present itself to her, would she have the courage to take it.