Dolls Foot Ch 11

Chapter 11

"WELL, THAT WAS QUITE AN EVENING." Nestor and Rachel were walking together back to the swinger resort. Even though it was dark, it was still warm enough that she had not felt the need to pull on the dress she had in her backpack.

"How did the shooting go? Will the sheikh be happy?"

"Maybe. It wasn't messy enough so they had to fake it."

"Peanut butter and fudge?"

"Yep. Looked very convincing."

"What if he wants a live show?"

"That could be a problem. How was the video game?"

"It was more like an immersive experience - you could feel things, taste things, smell them. I got raped by a couple of orcs, and of course they wanted me to clean them up. I gave up on it. Too much like work."

"What now? Want to get some dinner?"

"Maybe later. Not here. Not the same place I work at."

"Oh oh. Is there something I should know about the food?"

That made her bristle. "The food is wonderful. It's just... someone is going to be waiting on us, it's most likely going to be my roommate Elise. She usually works in the kitchen but she covers for me on my nights off."

"So?"

"What if you decide to rent her? She's so beautiful, much prettier than I am. It would be so humiliating."

"And if I don't?"

"Well, if I show up with you I'm going to get teased about it, for sure. And if we don't do anything that'll be even worse. Do you know how much I got teased about Rocco this morning? And then when they found out I was doing a show. Really, I had no peace all afternoon. Plus you look so clunky dressed like that. Really. How could you? Last night you were so beautiful in that amazing suit. And at lunch, I guess it was breakfast for you, you were lovely naked. But now..." She wrinkled her nose. "Why don't we go for a nice run on the beach? I do that all the time after work. Leave everything here and run naked. No phones, no watch. We can get a couple of kilometers out and no one will have any idea what we're doing, or not." As she said this, she was squeezing his hand in an SOS signal. Hopefully his fucking watch wasn't picking it up.

He didn't say anything in reply, but followed her to the little room the resort gave her for the season. Like all the other rooms, the lock was a keypad, so there was no need to take along a key. A lone double bed, he noticed, like the one in his own room. Without a word, he stripped off the running shoes, the socks, the baggy shorts without bothering to empty the pockets, the polo shirt, the briefs. She only had to slip off her sandals and leave the backpack. She gestured at the door to the bathroom but he shrugged. So, still without a word, they went out to the beach and started to run up to the point.

There were still some bodies scattered on the beach, not sunbathing of course, some of then entwined, others just homeless sleeping rough on the sand. Little black girls, Nestor thought to himself, ones who hadn't found a bed for the night. The analytical side of him was starting to ruminate. How many tourists, and what percentage would be interested in a little black whore on any particular night, particularly when the entire tourist population seemed to be intent on fucking for free? And what was going to happen in a few months when the weather turned wet and cold and the tourists were long gone? He was having a vision of an enormous meat locker full of frozen girls hanging on hooks. Waiting to be served up at Zombie Pizza. But how could there ever be enough demand?

"What are you thinking about?" Rachel finally dared to speak as they came to an area that was almost clear of bodies. They had run for about fifteen minutes already. Instead of people, this part of the beach was strewn with seaweed.

"Whore's meat. Did they fill you in on what went on this afternoon?"

"Not really. Bea was teasing Risa that she wouldn't even notice Rocco after she'd fucked Andre. I thought it was just the pretend thing we saw when we got hacked. It really happened?"

"In the morgue. And Rocco recorded it."

"Andre was really that, uh, big? I mean I know he was enormous but I never imagined he was enormous that way."

"Yep. And covered with tattoos. Some of them were African tribal tattoos. Cannibal tribes."

"African?"

"There are Russian mercenaries in Africa. They've taken over some of the failed states. Then we wound up eating lunch at Zombie Pizza, across the street from the morgue, and they have this Pizza Hawaii, ham and pineapple, except it isn't exactly ham. So the guy at the counter says it's horse meat, except the way he pronounced it was whore's meat. And Javert..."

"Who?"

"The cop investigating Andre's demise. If he's actually dead. Javert is going on and on about long pork, and how the Hawaiians used to be cannibals, and before that about how all the little black girls wind up at the pizza place, but they don't have any waitresses. So I'm looking at the girls sleeping on the beach and wondering if they are all going to wind up as pizza topping."

"Gross. Well, one thing I do at work is help carve up the meat that comes in. We buy it in bulk, you know, a whole side of beef or whatever. Sometimes on the hoof. It's all your typical stuff. No girls."

"That's reassuring." There were some other bodies sleeping on the beach, large, male bodies. "You run here on your own, at night?"

"Usually with Elise. We run here at night all the time."

"And you've never had a problem?" He gestured back at the men they had just passed. "Could be dangerous."

"What are they going to do? Rape us?"

"Kill you?"

"We just go out into the water if it looks like there's a problem. None of them can swim. Speaking of which, why don't we cool off?" She urged him into the ocean, which still as warm as during the day. He was standing almost neck deep, over her head, but she wrapped her arms and legs around him, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. "We need to talk."

"You watch too many spy movies."

"Listen to me. When I was playing the game this evening, Anna talked to me. In the game."

"What did she have to say?"

"She said that the directorate had been hacked. That you were both in great danger. That if they knew that you knew that they would kill you immediately."

"Oh."

"Just oh?"

"Well, how do I know if it was really Anna? Or Anastasia or Natalia, whoever this girl is. And how would I have any clue if what she's saying is accurate?"

"So I took all this trouble, ran all this way out with you, for nothing?"

"We had a lovely run in the moonlight. At least it was lovely for me, with a beautiful woman."

"While you're thinking about eating little girls. The least you could do is... oh."

He was lifting her up so her legs were on his shoulders, probing her with his tongue. He was good at it, better than any other guy who'd had the courtesy to pay attention to her. His skin as smooth as a girl's, his tongue knowing the right places. As good as Elise? Four or five licks was all it took to set her trembling.

"Okay, that's a start. But I want to fuck."

"Here? In the water? Have you ever tried that?"

"Maybe on the beach?"

"Without a towel?"

"Stop making excuses." She was remembering her conversation with Bea, about feeling inadequate. Well, maybe it was Nestor who was too old. Maybe his tongue was the only part of him that wasn't worn out.

"Okay." He was carrying her out of the water, just like that, still on his shoulders, not that he could see where he was going with his head buried in her groin. He lifted her up over his head, turned her belly down and set her on the sand on her hands and knees. "Stay like that."

He was behind her then, licking again, but not where he had been. Further back. Opening her up with his tongue, like Risa had, except his tongue was so much stronger. She'd had enough of the tongue, thank you. Then he was fucking her. He wasn't as big as the orcs, or as Rocco, but he was big enough to get past her inner portal, into her bowels. And he was pulling almost all the way out and slamming in so his groin was slapping her butt. Hard enough to knock the wind out of her each time. Once or twice a client had been that rough and Elise had come running out of the kitchen waving a knife to rescue her. But that wasn't going to happen this time. It was all she could do stay on her hands and knees, and finally she couldn't, collapsing on to the sand.

"Ouch. That fucking hurt."

"You're the one who didn't want to wait until we were back at the resort. Here." He stood up, still impaling her, pulling her into a sort of head stand, with her face in the sand. "Is that better?"

"You have a nasty streak, you know that?"

"Just a sense of humor that gets out of hand sometimes. Sorry. Let's rinse off." He picked her up just enough that her face was off the sand and dragged her like that back into the water.

"You're going to fucking drown me!"

But instead, the water helped him lift her to the surface, floating in front of him, still impaled, with his arms holding her shoulders high enough that her head was above water. They stayed that way for a while, until both had decided they'd had enough. But as they turned to head back to the shore, there were three men where they had been, kicking at the sand.

"Looking for our stuff to steal while we're busy fucking," Rachel said. She shouted something in French,

nique ta mère!

, that provoked an angry response. And a knife waved in their direction. "I don't like the looks of that. Let's go out deeper."

"What if they can swim?"

"Then you'll have to kill them." She said that as if she had total confidence that he could do that, without any weapons or even his watch to help him.

"I can't do that."

"I'm sure you can."

"I would prefer not to. Let's try to make sure it doesn't come to that."

The man who had been waving the knife was gesturing at their general direction. There was a flash of light near his hand, and a popping sound.

"He's got a gun!" Rachel said.

"So it would seem. Try to stay under water as much as you can." Another shot, then nothing. Nestor dared to take a peek. The hand was up near his head now.

"What's he doing?"

"On the phone? What the fuck?"

There was another sound, of a motor revving up, getting louder very quickly. "A boat? He called for a boat? It's the fucking directorate. Just like Anna warned me!"

"Might be a coincidence. Some guys out fishing."

"Want to find out? Didn't think so. What do we do now?

"Do you see some sea weed?"

"It's all over the place. Straight from the Sargasso Sea so they say. I saw a movie once of a girl walking on the seaweed in the Sargasso Sea. Maybe over there?" Rachel pointed to a dark patch bobbing in the waves.

"Can you swim that far underwater?"

"Probably."

"Let's go then."

"Into the fucking seaweed? We'll get a rash."

"Better itchy than dead."

But when they got close to the seaweed they had to come back up for air. It extended under the water with tendrils to entangle them. "It looks like there's a clear patch over there." Nestor pointed to a spot about fifty feet away. "We'll have to dive deep and come back up into it."

"Or not." But the boat engine was getting louder.

"Follow me."

It was very dark under the seaweed. It was all she could do to see his feet even though she was almost touching them, then grabbing an ankle as she was starting to black out, fighting so hard not to let her lungs breathe in the ocean. She really was blacking out when he slapped her back into awareness. She was so locked into not letting herself breathe that he had to punch her stomach.

After all that, the boat was racing straight at them. It was long and slender, like a cigar boat, but with a prow that looked like a spear. It was jumping from one wave top to another as it surged towards them. Then it stopped dead as it hit the seaweed. The mass of vegetation had clogged the propellers.

"Now what?"

"We swim for a bit, then we hit the beach and run."

"Swim where?"

"There's a channel." Sure enough there was a clear patch of water extending for a bit through the mass of seaweed.

"And if it doesn't go anywhere? If it just goes further into the seaweed?"

"Then we'll figure something else out." There was a splash where the boat had stalled, loud curses. "I think it would be best to get moving."

They were both strong swimmers. They kept going at a rapid pace until the sounds from the boat had died away. One last tendril of seaweed, and they had a clear path back to the beach.

"Now what?" She was so exhausted she could barely keep her feet, let alone run.

"If the directorate really wants to kill me, they'll do it. If it's just some random thugs we should be okay."

"Should be. I can't go any further. Not right now. I need to rest for a while."

"Let's go back into the dunes then. We can sleep for a bit. We should be safe there."

But when they did that, they came upon a group of people, maybe a dozen, all naked of course, gathered around a fire. The breeze was blowing in from the beach, but up close the smell of pot was so strong she was getting high. There was something cooking in that fire, something that made Rachel realize she had skipped dinner, run for a few kilometers, maybe swum another, fucked very hard, and been almost drowned. "

Bonjour

," a man ventured as they drew near. His accent was not French.

"

Bonsoir

," Rachel returned. The smell of the roasting food was driving her mad. In English she added, "may we join you?"

Many eyes were looking her over as she came into the light of the fire. Hungry eyes. Nestor came closer. Rachel could not believe how beautiful his body was, his muscles bulging from their recent exertions. Was she like that also? Perhaps, if what she was seeing reflected in those hungry eyes was any indication. "For a meal?" came the question. "Maybe some pot? Or whatever?"

"For whatever." She gave a savage smile, the one she used when customers asked if she was on the menu. "But a meal first would be nice."

"I know you," one of the men said. "You work at the resort."

"Yes."

"At the restaurant."

"Yes." Had he been a client? Hard to say. There were so many, and he was half hidden in the dark.

"The food needs another fifteen minutes." The first man had come closer to her. Was he going to fuck her in the interim? "But we have some wine and cheese if you would like."

"That would be lovely. What about you, Nestor?"

"Cheese would be good. I'll pass on the wine?"

"Some soda?"

"Thanks."

It was amazing how restorative it was to sit for a while and nibble on some cheese. But some of the others were finding another way to pass the time. At least half of the women and a couple of the men had a dick in their mouth, a reverse ratio a tongue in a pussy. Was dinner going to be served before the orgy was fully underway? Rachel was getting edgy. But the man who seemed to be the host handed her a stick of shish kabob.

"

Merci

!"

He was fondling himself, watching her eat the shish kabob end on, casually pushing the stick down her throat like a sword swallower. Okay, so she was showing off her skills a bit. What was the harm in that? Even though he was nothing much to look at, typical of the ones who wound up renting a server, not really fat, skinny limbs and shoulders and a lazy little pot belly. But still, she owed him a favor. A special favor. When she had reached the end of the food, she withdrew the stick in triumph, then without a word replaced it with his erection, not such an impressive one, small enough she could take his balls into her mouth, scraping her teeth on the flesh behind them.

"Nice! Nice!"

Just nice? How jaded was this guy? Well, he had been super nice to her, wine and cheese and food and all that. But just "nice"? She was ready to bite everything off.

"Sodomize me with your tongue."

Well that was a polite way to put it. But he didn't just want her licking his ass. Sodomize. That was pretty specific. With her mouth full of his cock? And in the front of him? Her tongue was not that long. Not that she could ask questions. But he answered them by pulling away and turning around. This was getting out of hand. How much was a piece of shish kabob worth? Well, the wine and cheese on top of it, the buzz she was getting on from all the pot smoke in the air, and the nice warm fire. There weren't going to be any tip bells ringing like there had been when she did this for Rocco. Oh well. Get it over with, maybe have some more wine to wash her mouth out. She took a glance around to see if anyone was paying attention to her. It always gave her a thrill when she knew other people in the restaurant were watching when she was rented. Yes, Nestor definitely had his eyes on her, not that he had been paying that much attention to her before, giving her an adequate but uninspired licking, then fucking her more out of annoyance than pleasure. Her boyfriend had done that some, fucking her because it was time for sex, without any real passion, just going through the motions. Now the bastard was fondling himself as the watched her. Okay, she'd put on a good show. Let him know what he'd been missing,

The guy's asshole was very easy to penetrate. She could get her tongue all the way in, her lips to the ridged flesh almost like lips. Just like a deep kiss. Not too bad. But then he didn't want her to stop. He was gasping at each wiggle of her tongue, spurting too in what seemed to be an endless orgasm. And someone was licking at her butt, probably getting it ready for an intrusion. How many of them were there? And how many were going to want a piece of her, before she got dessert, if there was any? Before she could get back to the resort?

Get me out of this,

she thought, as if she was still in the video game.

"

Bonsoir

." The voice, with an odd accent, came from the beach. She looked up to see three men, somewhat clothed, half hidden in the shadows. Black men, it would seem, who were staring at the orgy, now starting up in earnest, one of them pulling down his shorts to fondle an impressive erection.

"

Bonjour

!" The man Rachel was licking was looking at that erection with greedy eyes. Was he imagining having it replace her tongue? Perhaps her prayer, if that what it was, would be answered. "Would you care to join us?"

The black gave a shudder at the invitation. Then he recognized Rachel. "You!

Nique ta propre mère! Ou peut-être que ton père t'a niqu é? T'a sodomisé?"

A shot rang out.

This is not what I had in mind!

"Attention! Your party is over. All of you may leave now, except the man and the girl." The figure with the gun waved it at Nestor and Rachel. "Of course, you will leave everything behind as you depart. Watches, rings, any other jewelry. Piercings. I will inspect each of you before you leave."

"What about them?"

"Oh, we're going to rape them, then kill them, then roast them on the fire and have them for breakfast." He raised his head back for a maniacal laugh which was cut off suddenly. There was a shish kabob stick protruding from his throat. His two comrades were rushing to his aid, but their progress was interrupted by a large log out of the fire. It had taken all of five seconds for Nestor to dispose of the three of them.

"Where's the fucking panic button?" Rachel tried to stand up, then collapsed.