Driver

Driver Pt. 08 Taken

This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are over the age of 18.

The aircraft hit hard and rolled over. Throwing off his straps as the water surged in, Mack leapt to his feet, then ran down a long concrete stairway at the back of the cab. Barron Shipley appeared, climbing through a ragged hole in the wall, in white jeans and a red shirt, brandishing a huge silver handgun. They fought, Mack's hands around Shipley's neck, thumbs pressing into his windpipe, strangling the life out of him as they thrashed around in the slimy green waters of a disused swimming pool. A white shape undulated past underwater and Wendy surfaced, her eyes like saucers in the gloom. She said, 'We've lost our girls.' Then Mack saw a body burning on an island. Staggering ashore, he found himself embarrassingly naked, the blade of a knife sticking up through his foot. Wendy followed, dripping wet and topless with pre-pubescent breasts. Mack looked down to see a snake on the ground, and another, and another, some coiled in the leaf litter, others slithering through the grass, the whole place seething in a veritable serpentine minefield. Stewie the cat rubbed against his leg, and was getting set to leap into his arms when Wendy shook his shoulder. 'Travis.' she said gently but firmly, like a parent rousing their child, 'Wake up.'

The dreamscape inverted, folded in on itself.

"Yoo hoo, Travis. Wake up!"

"We've got to find the girls." Mack panted.

Fingers snapped. "Travis! For fuck's sake wake up!" A strange, pretty face swam into focus, peering down at him.

"Sally?"

"Finally!"

Mack looked around. He was in bed. In his room. "Sally? What are YOU doing here?

"You know, flyboy, I keep asking myself the very same question."

Pushing up, Mack slung his legs out of bed, reefing a sheet over his lap to spare his visitor a spectacle.

"Would it have killed you to answer your phone?"

Broad shoulders stooped, Mack looked up. "Oh... did you try to call?"

"Countless times. So did Wendy."

"That's funny. I must have left it on stealth mode."

"Retard mode more like it."

Satisfied Mack was at least partly conscious, Sally looked around, hands on hips. Her gaze lit on an empty bourbon bottle on the bedside bureau, no glass, just the bottle, one of several littering the apartment. "What the hell have been doing, Travis Mack?"

"Following orders."

"Whose?"

"Wendy's. She told me to do some soul-searching."

"Funny place to look, in a bottle."

Mack shrugged. "I figured it was as good as place as any."

"Riiiight. Any luck?"

"Not so far. But there's still a few to go."

"Well, no, there's not. Not if you want to keep your job."

"What?"

"I said, not if you want to keep your job."

"Well that's not fair."

"Look, Buster, didn't you read the fine print? Your brain belongs to us, and it's no use if it's been pickled in alcohol."

Focussing, Mack noticed for the first time that Sally was in civvies- well-worn jeans, stylishly torn, conforming to snugly to her slender curves and contours. And a fleece-lined grey hoodie, the open neck revealing her ribbed, shallow cleavage. No bra. Joyful bubbies bouncing and swaying, revelling in their freedom. "Sheesh, Sally. It was just a few drinks."

"Five days, Travis!" Sally admonished, sitting beside him, "Almost a whole week and you haven't left your apartment. Or even ordered in. What have you had to eat?"

Mack gave a wave of dismissal. "Eating's cheating as we used to say. Food's for losers."

"Oh, very funny. What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Doing how?"

"You KNOW how. Going to ground, turning your back on everyone. Not answering your phone. Making yourself conspicuous by your absence. You know, I half expected to find you dead on the floor. Choked on your vomit or drowned in the bath."

"I don't have a bath."

"Alright then, with your head down the shitter. I don't care. Fact is we're all worried sick. You have no right to be so selfish."

"Selfish? It was just a bit of down time."

"Down time? Is that what you call it? It's not down time, Travis. It's the aftermath of a disaster."

Mack ran his fingers through his unkempt hair. "Do we really have to do this?"

"If you wanna dig yourself out of this hole."

"There's no hole to dig myself out of. I'm done with it Sally, it's all squared away."

Sally looked pointedly at an empty bottle. "Hit me but don't shit me, Travis. You're not."

"I AM Sally, I'm tellin' ya."

"You don't believe that any more than I do. Be honest. You're hiding in here committing slow-motion suicide. Which is why I had to come around. On my day off. To beat some sense into you."

"Now I AM feeling guilty."

"Rightly so." Sally sniffed, getting to her feet and delving into a pocket. "Open your mouth and say 'ahhh.'"

"'Ot hor?" Mack asked, dutifully dropping his jaw. Finger on the plunger, Sally gave Mack a couple of hits from a miniature spritzer. She pulled back while Mack smacked his lips, grimacing. "What the fuck? That shit tastes like week old road kill. What are you trying to do to me?"

"Wait." Sally said, counting down. "Three... two... one!"

Fireworks lit up between Mack's ears, like the Fourth of July in a dumpster, skyrockets and glitter-bombs filling his visual field. "Holy shit!" a voice said from far, far away. HIS voice, deep and resonant, oddly disembodied, "What was that?"

"Aunt Sally's patent elixir." Sally replied, pocketing the 10k-a-vial, elites-only, antidote to a galaxy of recreational intoxicants. "Hello Kitty Hangover-be-gone. How are you feeling?"

"Apart from the taste?"

Sally flipped the top of a Tic Tac dispenser. "Here," she said, shaking half a dozen orange mints onto Mack's sweaty palm, "suck on these."

Mack eyed her breasts, thinking, 'With pleasure.' then crammed the candies in his mouth. For a while he sat, just looking around. The headache was gone and his senses had taken on a razor-edge. He could hear Sally's belly gurgle, sense the rush of air in and out of his lungs. Feel the slow pulse of blood through his veins, the weight of the atmosphere. Looking down, he found his body floating an inch or two off the bed.

"How are you feeling?" Sally asked.

Mack looked at her with a big, shit eating grin. "Fekkin' awesome."

"Thank goodness."

"Why?"

"You're about to undergo a very demanding and physically rigorous rehab."

"Rehab...?"

"Girls!" Sally called, and two little heads appeared around the bedroom door, one above the other. Bicoloured eyes, one blue, one brown. Dark, silky hair hanging down in a shining cascade.

Mack sat blinking at the apparition as valves cycled-open, shunting blood flow from his brain to his lap. Two little voices in unison asked, "Is he still alive?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes. In spite of his best efforts"

The twins walked in. They wore identical summer dresses, with identical pink cardigans over the top, and identical black bows in their lustrous dark hair. They wore identical low-heeled shoes, and one of the girls had a band aid on her knee. Sally stepped back and the girls sat down, either side of Mack on the bed. "Wendy said she's gonna have your guts for gaters." one girl told Mack

"Garters." her sister corrected. "Like you wear round your leg."

The twin to his left picked up his hand and put it in her lap, while the twin to his right lay hers on his thigh. "Wendy said you have to be punished." lefty said.

"For abandoning her." righty confirmed. "She sent us here to do it."

Mack searched their faces for the telltale freckle. The twins were at it again, Viviani hiding her blemish with a dab of foundation. Without the beauty spot, Mack had no way of knowing who was whom or which was which. Sally looked at her smart watch. "One hour girls, and I mean it. Or your dad's gonna have my ass. And not in the nice way either."

"Yeeeess Miiiissssss Kerrr-shaaaw." the twins chorused, like schoolgirls responding to their teacher.

Sally raked her fingers through her short, dark hair. "How the hell did I get sucked into this? Oh... that's right, the same reason as always... cos' I'm a goddam pushover."

"We don't think you're a pushover, Miss Kershaw. Pool Man? Do you?"

Mack shook himself out of his thrall. The twin on his right had inched her hand up his thigh, under the sheet, and her knuckles brushed the tip of his penis. His voice broke when he tried to reply. "Sa... ahem... Sally? No. She's superwoman. The kindest, smartest-"

"Yeah, yeah..." Sally said contemptuously, waving the compliment away, secretly loving every minute. "Two hours girls. Bonehead shift change is in three."

Turning on the heel of her sneakers, Sally walked out, three pairs of eyes glued to the jiggle of her firm behind. "Love you, Sally." the twins chorused as Sally disappeared, raising a hand in farewell. In the short interlude of silence that followed, Mack looked down at one twin, then the other. "It's good to see you."

"Good?" the girl on his right demanded, aghast. "GOOD? It's meant to be FANTASTIC!"

"We're the hot young daughters of a multi, multi billionaire." the other concurred. "And soon-to-be leviathan. We don't do good. We don't do anything less than awesomely awesome-"

"-and that's on a bad day."

"Whatever." Mack shrugged, "But it's still good to see you."

The front door closed, Sally letting herself out, then the girls hopped up on the bed. "Time for physio!"

"Physio?"

"Therapy for your poor sore tummy. Wendy said we had to."

"So now you're doctors?"

"If we wanted to be." one twin shrugged then the other continued. "With our IQ's we could be anything. Here..."

Together the twins dragged Mack onto the bed while he clung valiantly to the sheet in his lap. While one girl grabbed his hand the other pulled the sheet bodily away. "Let's see your tummy."

Mack's cock sprang out of hiding and stood, straight up, the eye already beading with fluid. The girls studied his wounds, pretending to ignore the eruption, tracing the lacerations Wendy had glued together with her own fair hands. "What do you think, Doctor?" one twin asked the other, casually wrapping a tiny hand around Mack's cock.

"Looks to be healing well, Doctor." her sister replied, grabbing Mack's penis in turn, her hand above her sister's.

"And how's the rectus abdominus?" the other girl asked, propping herself on an elbow, her breath warm and sweet on his face. "Does it hurt?"

"Only when I laugh."

"And erections? Any trouble getting it up since the injury?"

"How about orgasms?" the other twin chipped in, "No trouble? You have tried, haven't you?"

Mack shook his head, playing along. "No, as a matter of fact. I was sort of waiting on medical advice."

"Well, maybe we should run a few tests. Doctor?"

Up on her knees, the first twin shucked off her cardigan, then peeled her sundress off overhead, revealing her slim, buck-naked, olive-skinned body, nipples quickly gathering themselves up until they were rock hard, erect. Unable to help himself, Mach slid a hand over her smooth, naked mound, into the four-finger thigh gap, cupping her warm, plump pussy, working a finger from side to side to open her furrow. One hand clutching his cock, the other pinching her nipple, the teenager cranked her hips forward, tacitly inviting digital penetration. Mack curled his finger into her, pushing through her entrance and sinking to the second knuckle as the other twin disrobed in a similar manner. "You saved us." she said, kneeling stark-naked at Mack's side. "If it weren't for you we woulda' been ff-"

"No!" her sister said hotly, and Mack snapped his virtual fingers. Band-aid girl, the twin he was fingering, was Viviani. "We're not gonna do this, not today!"

"Just sayin.'"

"I mean it!" Viviani exclaimed, Mack's finger in her pussy almost up to the third knuckle. "No drama! We came here for Pool Man. Pool Man? Is there anything you'd like?"

"You know what?" Mack replied, "I'd really love it if a girl named Echo could sit on my face."

The girls swapped a glance, wondering if, and how, he'd solved the puzzle. Even those closest to them- Alison, Sarah, Sally Kershaw, the witch Veronica, household security, those 3 horrid boys, their slut mother 5-J, even their dad- the twins could fool them for days at a time, sometimes weeks, Echo often faking a beauty spot while Viviani went in disguise. "Well," the twins hedged, "depends on which one of us you think is Echo."

Mack squeezed Echo's thigh. "Come on, Sweetheart. Don't be cruel."

Echo looked to her sister and Viviani gave a nod. Throwing a leg over, facing Mack's feet, Echo hovered for a moment over his face, head down, concentrating, then spread her pussy with the fingers of one hand. Squeezing her butt, Mack raised his head as Echo came down, the tip of his tongue teasing her slit open before worming into her body as deep as it could go.

Viviani gently extracted his finger and, the next thing he knew, shoved his legs aside and crawled in between them. Mack jumped as warm, wet mouth ingested his cock, pillowy lips closing around him as Viviani took him all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged, snorting candles of froth, head bobbing up and down as she jacked his shaft.

For a while the room was full of the sound of contented smacking and slurping, Mack licking at one end, Viviani sucking at the other. Head up, tits out, Echo shook her hair back, fingers digging into Mack's chest as his hips began to jerk, his whole body responding to Viviani's expert rehab. The sudden tension provoked a stab of abdominal pain, which quickly abated, as circulating molecules of Sally's magic sniff-up did their job. Already well away, Echo began rolling her hips, her pussy splayed open over Mack's mouth while his tongue slithered in and out of her hole. She reached for her clitoris and Viviani pulled her hand away. "No hands!"

"But I'm so close!" Echo whined.

"Let him do it."

Spurred on, Mack put his heart into eating her out, using every nuance he'd learned over the years. Sucking her clit, lapping her furrow, darting his tongue in and out of her. Echo went off, grinding her pussy into his face, hips jerking, a warm flood of fluid filling Mack's mouth. He swallowed her ejaculate greedily, his big hands cupping her tiny ass. "Oh... FUCK!" she shivered, goosebumps popping, "I'm... that's... fuck... Pool Man... I'm cumming!"

Barely able to think straight over the sensory feast- Echo's smell, her taste, the warm gush of watery fluid, most of all the raw, slippery texture of her wide-open pussy- Mack felt movement between his legs as Viviani rose, then straddled his hips and dropped to a squat. Coming down, she settled flat on Mack's stiff prick, pinning it to his belly, her plump, wet pussy spreading like a little pink saddle. Tongue out, she commenced rocking to-and-fro, sliding backwards and forwards over a mucous-slick slippery-dip.

Orgasm done, Echo threw a leg over, dismounting, leaving Mack to savour the aftertaste. Her body fluids were literally sweet, slightly musky, with a tart yet delicate edge- sugar and spice and all things nice, just like it said on the tin. Hair dishevelled, she sat watching her sister as Viviani braced her hands on Mack's chest, dropping her belly, working her hole onto the tip of Mack's cock. Pushing up she swivelled her hips, huffing and panting, and Mack winced as a taut ring of muscle popped over his knob. For one giddy instant he wondered if she'd put him in the wrong hole, until her muscles relaxed and he sank into her, 1 inch, 2, while he revelled in the giddy sensation of tight teenage pussy engulfing his penis. Still breathing hard, Echo encircled Mack's erection with finger and thumb, not quite managing the girth. "Push down." she breathed, "Try to fit him all in."

"I'm trying!" Viviani huffed as Mack reached up, palming her tits.

"Don't go giving yourself a tummy ache." he warned, wondering if the rubbery dead-end he was butting might be her larynx.

Viviani shook her head. "I won't." Doubling over, hair hanging down, she wiggled her hips, bouncing up and down, screwing herself bodily onto him. Head back, eyes shut, Mack dug up the ditching to stave off an orgasm, as Viviani commenced rising up and down.

While she never did manage to take him to the hilt, Viviani put up a spirited display, fingers digging into Mack's chest, her weight bearing down on the tip of his prick. Kneeling beside her, Echo cupped her sister's ass in the palm of her hand, reaching down with the other to fondle Mack's balls. "Jesus, Vivi," she breathed, "that looks awesome."

"Feels..." Viviani gasped, "pretty... good... too..."

"You gonna cum?"

Viviani nodded. "Close."

"Want me to help?"

"No... thanks..."

"I can suck your tits."

"No!" Viviani panted with a shake of the head, then gave a small nod. "Okay."

Dipping her head, Echo latched on to one of her sister's jouncing breasts, taking it full in her mouth, feeling around the bed for Mack's hand. Their fingers interlocked, Echo squeezing till her knuckles turned white, sucking her sister, tonguing her nipple, raking the sensitive tissue with her teeth. "Ohhhh Coco." Viviani breathed, twisting at the hip as Echo broke off, offering up her other little mammary.

With her sister on the job, Viviani cranked her pelvis backwards and forwards, faster and faster until the whole bed was rocking and Echo had to break contact. "Cum already!" she chided, "You'll set us on fire."

"Shut up!"

"You shut up!"

"I mean shut up. I'm... I'm..."

Viviani slumped forward, shivering on the knife-edge of orgasm, and Mack felt a warm flood of fluid drenching his balls, running down his ass crack into the sheets. "Wow!" Echo breathed, "Elephants aren't the only things that cum in buckets."

Viviani threw her head back, biting her lip, insides squirming, pussy trying to strangle Mack's dick. Mack, for his part, clung on for the ride, peeking at the memory of a different sort of strangling, created not too long ago. Just the edges, just a glimpse, no wanting to sully the afternoon with too much gory detail. Just when an unwanted vision popped into his head, Viviani reared upright, back arched, bouncing up and down, her tight portal raking Mack's mucous-slippery dick. Membranes rippling over the flared edges of his knob, she rode Mack through the gates into orgasm city.

"Finally!" Echo breathed, as her sister slumped forward, head resting on her arms crossed over Mack's chest. Tracing the margins of Viviani's stretched pink pussy lips, where Mack's thumping hard on disappeared into her body, Echo studied her fingertips, then sucked it clean for good measure. "Mmm MMM! Pool Man? Did you cum?"

Mack shook his head, thinking, one day they'd call him 'Travis' and he'd have a coronary. "Thought I might save it."

Echo pointed at herself. "For me?" she asked sweetly.

"For the highest bidder."

"Well that ain't gonna work." Viviani panted. "We always pool our money."

"Then I guess you'll have to draw straws."

Echo stroked her sister's back. "Can I have him now?"

"But he didn't cum."

"That's what I mean. I want it."

"But it's my turn you greedy twerp."

"I'm NOT greedy. YOU had the first one last time."

"But you had the last one, remember? Over the table."

"Yeah..." Echo blustered, "but... no... but... yeah... but... that was just sloppy seconds."

Mack's head swivelled to-and fro watching the match and he could almost hear Wendy's voice- 'Did you ever in your wildest dreams imagine you'd have two horny teenagers fighting over you?'

'No,' he thought, 'and don't go pinching me, either.'

"Tell you what," Viviani said, "you bring him to the edge, then we'll swap-"

Echo opened her mouth to object and Viviani raised a finger, "-wait, let me finish. Then the next time you can go first, and take him all the way to his first cum. Think about it. He would thing your brains out."