NOTE: This is part of a multi-chapter story of which there are forty chapters plus an epilogue. An uncompleted version of this story appeared here at Literotica a few years ago in case it looks familiar to you. The story has been revised and completed. Chapters 37 - 40 and the epilogue are all new material.
Deborah and Richard did not speak as they drove through the guard gate and back down the driveway toward the highway. Once they were headed back in the direction of Victorville, Richard spoke first.
"If you like, I can rent you a room at the motel down the road from the service station. We can talk there, before I head back to Palmdale," offered Richard. "I have some papers for you to sign and you'll want to look them over. I can answer any questions you may have."
"Once I sign the papers, will I get my money?" asked Deborah.
"Not immediately. As I told you, Martin's assets are not liquid. You are going to have to pick them up," said Richard. "We can discuss it at the motel."
"I'm sorry, I appreciate the offer, but I have to get home. I'm expecting a visitor later," said Deborah. "Would you mind driving me home? I know it is out of the way, but we can continue to talk about this on the way and we can go over the papers when we get there. I'll get a ride back to my car tomorrow, It's my day off anyway."
"That's fine. Just let me know how to get there," Richard said, lying.
As they drove down the now dark and desolate road on their way to Lucerne Valley Richard laid it out for Deborah. Martin's money was mostly tied up in diamonds, although there was some currency, and was in a safe deposit box at a bank in Mexicali, beyond the reach of the LA County DA. If Deborah wanted it, she would have to go get it herself.
Richard had some legal documents for her to sign, including a power of attorney for him, so he could make the appropriate arrangements with the bank and so that all she would have to do is present her ID to the bank manager to gain access to the safe deposit box.
Deborah was concerned how she would get the diamonds back across the border. Richard told her that they were not very bulky and that is why Martin had chosen diamonds as a means of hiding his money in the first place. Richard also told her that they all would fit easily in two condoms and let it go at that. Deborah got the drift.
It was pitch dark as they drove down the narrow highway toward Deborah's home. There were few houses along the way and the headlights only carried a short distance in the low fog that had descended on the valley. It had been overcast all day and Richard could tell that it was probably stormy up in the mountains just to the south of the highway, blanketing Big Bear and the surrounding area in fresh snow.
As Richard turned down the unmarked dirt road toward Deborah's house, he could barely see the path in front of him. As they approached the house it was completely dark, and Richard sat in the car with the headlights on as Deborah went to open the front door and turn on the porch light after she stepped inside. Richard pulled the car to the far side of the house and parked behind the bedrooms.
Deborah was in the kitchen making some coffee as Richard entered. She called to him to have a seat at the dining room table and that they could talk there. For the next hour and a half Richard went over the arrangements he had made with Deborah until she understood exactly what she needed to do.
He had her sign the power of attorney and a bunch of other documents. Toward the end, Deborah quit asking what they were and just signed them, willing to sign anything to get the money she needed for her daughter.
"I'll call you tomorrow or the next day once the arrangements have been finalized. You will need to drive to Mexicali the following day and go directly to the bank. Do you understand?" asked Richard.
"Yes," said Deborah, as she looked past him to the headlights that were approaching up the dirt road. "Damn, he is here early," said Deborah in exasperation.
Deborah looked frightened, as though she had been trapped.
"Look, I don't want this guy seeing you or knowing anything about our arrangements," said Deborah pausing for a moment as she thought. "Can you hide in the front bedroom for a few minutes while I get rid of him? I'll tell him I'm too tired tonight."
Richard decided to play along. The fewer people who associated him with Deborah, the better, he thought as he headed toward the bedroom.
"Let me know when he is gone," said Richard as he closed the door behind him.
Deborah was putting the coffee cups in the sink as Richie came through the door. She was startled as she looked up to see that he was not alone. He had two of his friends with him and they all appeared to be stinking drunk. Deborah had only planned on fucking Richie tonight. She knew what a mean drunk Richie could be, and she really did not want to have to go around the world with these guys tonight, especially with an audience.
All three men were shaved bald and were hulking brutes. All wore the colors of their motorcycle gang and were neo-Nazis. Richie's real name was Heinrich and he had been aptly named for Heinrich Muller, Hitler's Gestapo head, and he was no less brutal.
"I didn't know you were bringing friends," said Deborah with noticeable exasperation, "I hope I have enough beer for you and..."
Richie cut her off before she could finish her sentence.
"We've had enough beer," said Richie menacingly as he moved toward her, with a cruel and wild-eyed look on his face.
The lust and depravity in Richie's drunken face was familiar to Deborah. She had expected this to be a one on one session tonight. Deborah was not mentally prepared to take all three of them on, especially with Richard in the next room. All thoughts of getting Richie to leave had vanished. Deborah's only hope was that Richard would remain silent in the bedroom and enjoy the free floor show until she was able to get rid of them.
"Richie, you haven't introduced me to your friends," said Deborah, trying to get control of the situation.
"You'll know them soon enough bitch," said Richie, feeding his fantasy, as he grabbed the front of her dress with both hands and began to rip it off. The other men were on her now as well and the dress quickly was on the floor in shreds.
Deborah's bra and panties were each ripped from her in one handful by the other two men. Richie's friends were holding her arms tightly out from her body now as she pretended to be weak kneed in fear, her bulbous tits flopping in every direction as she hung in their massive hands.
"Richie, please don't hurt me. You know I'll do whatever you want..." said Deborah playing her part.
"Damn straight bitch. You'll do everything WE want," said Richie drunkenly as he reached out and pinched each of Deborah's nipples as hard as he could, giving them a brutal twist. Richie was into it now.
