"Girls? Can you hear me?"
Samuel Bearpaw hovered over a large dirt hole in the basement floor of the age-old Victorian style manor belonging to Nick Sanchez. One that had collapsed into some sort of unknown cavity beneath the house. Pitch black due to dim lighting already the hole was like some hungry beast swallowing his daughter Lillian and Midnight Amador up. No way of knowing how deep it was he worried they might have fallen to their deaths. That is until he heard a soft, "Ow!" That was Lillian, he knew it well. "Lillian? Are you two alright?"
"Go get, Kami."
"How deep are you?"
"Maybe 12 feet. Midnight is okay too. I think we landed in a crypt. I'm straddling old bones. Thankfully, I'm not cut."
"Christ! A 12-foot freefall you could have been seriously hurt."
"I think the dirt that fell with us padded our fall. I'm right below you. Toss me your cell for light then go get Nick." Concentrating he carefully extended his hand and dropped it. Caught without damage Lillian lit his cell flashlight up and checked out their surroundings. First things first however, she looked Midnight over for cuts. No voice spoken Midnight simply hugged Dawn to let her know she was fine. While yes, their hormones were off the charts, now was the one time they fought those urges back. Even though a femur bone lying in Midnight's lap touching her clitoral area oddly looked inviting. The added doses of Nick's stimulation drug X-AP347 in their system was overriding their rationality. Dirty, old, or not it appeared sturdy. It took Lillian to take it away from Midnight before she stupidly inserted the femur up her cunt. Bad slave! Bad!
"No snakes?" Sam stressed.
"No! Just spiders and a whole lot of webs. Dad, there's a skeleton... I'm sitting on it. I think it's a pelvis." She moved carefully for comfort, it was unpleasant sitting on a dead body, long decayed.
"Okay! Hang on I'm going for Sanchez." Leaving them Sam rushed up the newly built stairs and into the kitchen, pausing to zip up so that he didn't look pervy. Rushing outside he didn't immediately find Nick but did run into Santee elders Bobby Black Fox and Cordell Dance Among Hail. Even more young Lukas Porcupine stopped his mower and darted up as if sensing turmoil. "Lukas? Go find Nick, tell him it's an emergency and to come to the cellar. GO!" Gone like the Flash!
"What is wrong, Bearpaw?" Cordell found Sam in his plight.
"Nick had my daughter and Midnight digging in the basement. They fell into a crypt. I need to find some rope." Dashing off, many of the workers paused in what they were doing to question the drama. Bobby voluntarily set out to tell everyone to stay back, too much weight in the basement could be disastrous, they needed to be kept at bay.
Standing out by the sandy shoals and rocks jutting up from the surf Nick stood talking with Newton Waterfall when he heard Lukas yelling his name. Glaring over his shoulder he saw the boy running their way. "Something's up."
"Go. I will be fine here."
"Lukas can help you back to the house." Nick bolted to meet the boy halfway and heard the news of Sam needing him ASAP. Telling Lukas to help Newton, Nick shot off like lightning in a throttle. Fast on his feet he found Bobby and Cordell relating what Sam had said and that Sam was looking for rope. Clinton Biles curious over the commotion darted up to offer help. "Biles? Get into the Raptor, there's a flashlight. Bring it to the basement but remain on the stairs. Your body mass might be too heavy if the floor is that weak. Elders? Find me a medical kit and keep peace please." Nodding at his obvious worry the two directed the outdoor workers back to their former tasks. Niles Gullivant maintained order as well, searching for their medical kit while Sam bolted back with Joey Redmane in tow, rope in hand.
Nick already in the house hurried downstairs and found the pit. "What the fuck is this now?" He growled, "Midnight? Bearpaw?" Dawn shared her cell light with Nick as a sign of life.
"Dad's phone. Kami? We're in a crypt. There's a body here... skeleton. I don't see a skull though." Hearing that admission Nick immediately thought of the skull he found in the trunk he bought from Albert Roster's antique store. Ollie the skull as he had christened it was resting back on the dresser of his bedroom at the beach house. He might have just found his way home. Anything was possible. "We're both okay, just jarred from the fall. No broken bones just bruises. Sorry, whoever you are." She spoke to the skeleton with respect.
"What else is around you? Give me a layout."
"No snakes, only spiders. Thank Kami for that." Even under duress Lillian kept her head.
"Midnight? Tell me you're okay. At a time like this you can talk freely."
"I am fine Kami. I miss you Sir."
"I'll get you both out in a minute. We have rope on the way." Just as he said that Clinton, Sam, Joe and Niles came down the stairs. "Joey? You're the lightest, you bring the light and rope. Niles? Stand by with bandages." Joe claiming the items stepped out onto the concrete without issues. "Not worried about the main floor I meant the hole here. Still, let's play it safe now that we know there's emptiness below our feet."
"Kami?" Dawn called up. "The dimensions down here are maybe 12x12. I see block walls so it's not as old as it could be."
"Take pictures with the cell light on. Doors anywhere?" He took the flashlight and lit it up to shine down on the girls. In its beam Midnight immediately began touching herself. Nick ignored her behavior; he was well aware just how dedicated she was to her Kami's ownership of her body. Again, Lillian Dawn swatted that femur out of Midnight's hand telling her to show respect to the dead.
The voice of reason noted Bearpaw stood up and explored the walls, avoiding a network of cobwebs. Joey making a knotted loop in the lengthy line of rope prepared to lower it when Nick snatched it up. Tightening the flashlight handle in the loop he guided it down. "Midnight? Take the light. Do not touch the lens it will burn you. Only the handle."
"I don't see any... " As the flashlight illuminated things better Dawn corrected herself, "Maybe a door. It's sealed up though with more bricks. Taking a photo!"
"Okay! Stop right there. Let's get you two out of this pit and looked over for health."
"We're totally fine. We just had the wind knocked out of us. I still don't see a skull anywhere."
"Try not to disturb anything else. Let's get the Sheriff out here and figure things out respectfully. This might need to involve the FBI." As much as he didn't want that.
"Oh, ok! I got it." She used her dad's cell to call 911. In Caretaker, Hannah the dispatcher answered. "Hi Hannah. This is Lillian Bearpaw, is Sheriff Roster around? Asleep at his desk? Uhhh? You better go tickle him I think he's needed." A pause later Hannah sprinted to Dolan Roster's office finding his door locked. Beating on the window he lifted his head groggily then got up, stumbling to unlock his door and answer her.
"What is it?"
"Lillian Bearpaw on line 1. Unless you want my headset here?" She took it off to let him use it.
"Bearpaw?"
"Hey, Sheriff! You better drive out to Harbinger Shoals. We have a dead body. Trust me I know. I landed right in his lap. Big skeleton so I'm pretty sure he was a guy."
"Where's Nick?"
"Up above us lowering a rope and scowling at me. Sorry Kami." She did the right thing even if Nick should have been the caller.
"IN THE STIRRUP. NOW!" Nick snapped! She sent Midnight up first, Joey helping her out of the pit and into Sam's arms. She immediately kneeled on the concrete and lowered her head. Bearpaw ended her call once Roster said he was on his way. Rope sent back down, Dawn made it to the surface and into Sam's reach over the concrete. Yeah, daddy didn't listen to Nick about staying by the stairs.
Once out of the crypt the light was extinguished, and the group looked the girls over for cuts and broken anything. Midnight grew excited by the touching more than Dawn, Dawn seemed more concerned with surviving the fall and licking her wounds. Nick cut them both a break under the conditions but once they seemed fine, he altered their course. "Biles? Take the whores back out to the bridge and tie them back to the pillars. Stand guard until Roster gets here."
Sam and Joe shot glances at one another worried over that insensitive order with the Elder's still present. Neither spoke up against Nick, especially with the girls acting so in tune with his command. Cell handed to her father Dawn kissed his cheek then followed Clinton out. Nick stood over the pit and shined the torchlight back down inside to see the skeletal remains partially covered by the dirt that came down with the whores.
"Who have we here?"
Good question.
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Londale, the bar known as LOADED!
"Where did Mazie stash her purse? That drug has to be there."
Albert Roster had left the girls tied down in the hotel room, calm when he left under cool compresses. He knew he couldn't stay away long but he wanted to make certain that drug was in his possession so it couldn't ever be abused again. He intended on having the drug tested to see what it really was and if the effects were harmful beyond what he had already experienced. Locating two purses he found Mazie by her driver's license then did indeed find the green vial. Uncorking it he sniffed it but found only a slight minty aroma. "Yeah, not going to taste this crap. At my age it'd probably kill me." Sealed tightly he stashed it in his cargo shorts. "I need a beer."
Stepping into the bar he gathered up Nova's clothing before stealing a cold bottle of Bud. Mazie's shirt was intact, but her leggings were torn the hell up and useless. He trashed those and headed back toward the hotel room. Looking up to see Winston's room and finding his door wide open Albert winced. "He must be checking on the girls. Maybe the bites didn't faze him as bad as he thought. Win is a tough one!"
Walking up the stairs he heard Mazie screaming again and rolled his eyes. "Christ! How long does this crap stay in their system? Cold washcloth must be dry and irritating her again like clothing. At least maybe Nova is out of the woods." Reaching the room, he tried the knob and found it locked. "What the hell? I left the door latched. Win closed it. Shit! I left the room key inside." Dropping the clothing by the door he began beating on it. "WINSTON? LET ME IN." Nothing! Just a whole lot of screaming, erotic outbursts even. "Oh crud! Don't tell me Win... lost control."
Fear for their safety he stepped to the window and tried to see through the blinds. Thin glimpses at best he could see Nova arching her back and moaning over the drug resuming its hormonal torture. The sounds of Mazie's orgasms were obviously encouraging Nova. A further round of narrowed vision through the slats of the blind he saw his worst nightmare. "OH, FUCK!" Winston Richard's was on top of Mazie Lomas and fucking the holy hell out of her. "What the hell do I do now?" Master key! Surely, Winston had one in his room. Abandoning the situation, he headed upstairs.
