CHAPTER FIVE
Lending a hand
The bitching and arguments had been going on and on for over two hours, ever since Captain Brock sailed The Second Chance into the dock. He hadn't been back twenty minutes when Frieda came bouncing down the dock, topless and breathlessly informed him that she quit his crew and would be staying with Lisa.
Brock grabbed her by the forearm and hauled her onto the yacht and into the cabin and the level of argument went up from there. The screaming and yelling went back and forth between the father and daughter; Rick and Lisa sitting on the veranda could hear the battle over the sounds of the ocean and the distance from the dock. They couldn't make out what was being said but the back and forth screams and yelling were plainly not happy on either side.
Frieda stomped off the ship carrying a duffle bag of her personnel items and clothes. Brock right behind her still yelling, Frieda turned and yelled back getting right in his face; Brock raised his hand as if to hit Frieda and Lisa started to get up. Rick touched her arm and shook his head; Lisa cocked her head to the side and Rick shook his head again.
She sat back down but gripped the arms of her lounge chair and kept a tension in her muscles ready to launch from the chair if he hit her. Rick watched the scene on the dock, waiting for a resolution either way.
Brock lowered his arm, turned and stomped back to the yacht. Frieda watched until he went below deck then came up the dock and towards the villa. Rick murmured "Go." and Lisa shot from the porch and flew down to Frieda. The two women hugged and continued arm in arm towards the addition and Frieda's room.
Rick sat for a while before he went down to the yacht carrying a bottle of rum.
Two days and one powerful hangover later Rick made a call to Jake and arraigned to join his club. He also made arraignments for the next week's club night, a special surprise for Donna.
He had just finished his call when Lisa asked for a few minutes of his time. She wanted to have a party at the villa next Friday for the young people she had met this summer. Rick was ok with the party, but the guest list had to be cleared with Julio as head of security. Once that was done she would have to arraign for all the housework and party prep to be done and notify everyone as to the coming and going of caterers, housecleaners and party prep personnel so that no one would be caught in a compromising situation.
Rick took the twins and Donna and went for a swim in the ocean. He had them take turns blowing him underwater, a novel experience to say the least. It turned out Donna could blow him the longest underwater. Neither twin was able to stay under for more than fifteen seconds. Donna's longest time was close to two minutes. Rick ordered the twins to improve and would give a prize to the first of the three that went for longer than three minutes.
The following Monday night he dressed his three slaves and leashed them together before heading to Jakes club. The club appeared to be closed. Jake knocked on the side door as he had been told and was admitted to a small room. Once his identity had been confirmed as a member, he and his slaves were admitted into the clubroom.
There they saw that the club had undergone a transformation. The tables near the walls had been removed and the walls were festooned with bondage equipment. St. Andrews crosses were mounted here and there; chains with cuffs hung at various places in between and bondage tables and racks replaced regular tables. There was a dunking tank, a wheel and an orgy-sized bed in the middle of the room. Several cages were on the clubs stage and several stocks of varying heights were placed next to the bar.
At least half the equipment was in use and slaves, some male some females were chained, tied or fastened to most of the gear and being tortured or fucked or otherwise enjoyed by Masters and Mistresses.
Jake was as expected on his couch by the big table and as usual there were slaves of every size and color tied or lounging or attending him.
"Rick old man, nice to see you and your toys. Come over here and join me for awhile before you jump into playing." Jake was his usual jovial self, thought Rick. However his attire was not what would pass during normal club hours. Jake wore chaps with nothing under them, an open link chain mail shirt and had a big, big black woman naked at his feet masturbating as she licked on his balls.
Rick sat, his ladies kneeling at his feet. "So how's things, as if I have to ask? He glanced around for emphasis.
Jake laughed, "Pretty damned good. I have one minor irritation, which I'm in the process of straightening out. Want to take a look?
Rick shrugged "Why not."
"Good! Ladies we will return in a few moments.'
Jake stood motioning Rick to join him. He led the way down in to the basement. "I have had a problem with one of my employees stealing money and dealing drugs. I know she is working with someone. I have too many safeguards in place for her to be able to rip me off without help. Now I could just fire her but with whoever is running her, she would soon be replaced.
Jake flipped on the lights revealing a large basement filed with the usual clutter of a busy club, extra tables and chairs, spare stock, holiday decorations stored until the season, etc. The lights gleamed off a large glass case, like a fish tank. Instead of fish it contained a nude woman chained at wrists and ankles. A tube led down from the ceiling plumbing and ended directly over the bound woman's face dripping a liquid of some sort. The tank was partially filled with a pale yellow fluid covering most of the woman's naked body; in fact she had to hold her head up to keep her face out of the substance.
Rick and Jake approached as Jake explained, "The tank is used for water bondage normally but I have adapted it to persuade my little thief to talk to me. That pipe above her face leads to the men's room urinal. As my guests relieve themselves up above the piss pours over her face as it fills the tank. If the little bitch doesn't talk soon she will drown in warm piss.
The men stood over the tank looking at the struggling woman. Rick unzipped his pants and pissed directly onto the woman's face directing the stream at her mouth and nostrils causing her to gasp and choke. Jake laughed "I love how you get right into the spirit of the thing." He squatted down. "I would suggest you tell me who you're working with bitch, in a few minutes my guests are gonna take a break from playing and from the height of the piss in your tank the flood of piss is going to drown you before the break is over."
Just as the woman opened her mouth to speak another stream of hot yellow piss poured from the pipe into her open mouth. The two men watched as she coughed, choked and sprayed the liquid trying to breath. When she recovered she gasped "Mike. Mike is making me do it. Please he'll kill me, if he finds out I told."
More piss poured from the pipe, the level now covering the drowning girl's lips. Only her nose remained above the vile fluid. Jake opened a valve and drained enough liquid out of the tank to uncover the girls face.
"I think I need to talk to Mike."
"Need a hand?" Rick asked.
"Yeah he's a big bastard."
"Not a problem. I haven't rousted a punk in a few months. It should be fun."
They discussed how they planned to handle the big bouncer and went back upstairs. Jake had one of the servant girls go and get Mike. When the large muscular man approached Jake explained that he and Rick needed some help bringing up some heavy equipment from the basement.
The three men headed down the staircase to the basement, Rick suddenly slammed his elbow into the Mikes gut and then flipped him head over heels down the stairs. The big man crashed onto the concrete floor of the basement, Rick right behind him. Rick kicked him in the temple taking the fight out of the stunned bruiser.
Moments later Mike was cuffed to a support piling, with tape over his mouth.
"Well, that was easy." Jake looked at the subdued ex-employee.
"Always is when you catch them unprepared." Rick noted. "So, what are you going to do with them?"
Jake picked up a table leg from a pile of parts." First I am gonna have a chat with Mike. Then I am gonna dump his ass a few miles from the club. As for the bitch, I am gonna have to mess her up to let people know that nobody can rip me off and get away with it."
Rick looked over at the tank that was refilling as the men's room was continually being used. "You might want to drain the tank some or she's not going to be around to let anyone know anything."
Jake glanced over at the completely submerged girl. "Damn."
He went and opened the drain valve. The girl spit and coughed yellow fluid as she got her first breath of air in nearly a minute. She had been holding her breath since the piss covered her nose, but enough piss had gotten in her lungs that for the next fifteen minutes it was all she could do to breath as she coughed and spit up fluid.
Rick hosed the girl and the tank clean draining the fluid and shunting the urinal pipe back into its normal sewage pipe. He helped the dripping and gasping woman from the tank and cuffed her to a chair while Jake interrogated Mike. Occasional thuds punctuated the conversation as Jake applied persuasion in the form of broken bones.
The sobbing girls crying and coughing had died down by the time Jake returned to Rick with the results of his questioning. "Seems Mike had quite a racket going on regular club nights. He would shut off the cameras at the bar, while Susie slut here shorted the registers. He also had her selling cocaine and ecstasy to my customers."
"Fucking drugs." Rick spat on the girl.
