Gotta Pay The Piper Ch 43

Kathy Bishop called Helen Leblanc and told her she now had a name for the warrant and added I had confirmed the guesses I had made yesterday about who helped Alecia Carnaby. Helen said she'd walk the warrant over to a judge and have it ready by the time Kathy could get to her office so she could execute the warrant that very afternoon.

"Bas, do you want to go along? You and your girls have to wait outside while we make the actual arrest but once we start our search you can enter. Of course, we'll need you to look at any computers we find. You and your hackers can examine them to see if there are any what did you call them oh, tripwires. We don't know how sophisticated Susan Cordero's precautions are and she might have her computers set to delete everything if touched. We need experts on the scene." She grinned widely when the girls agreed excitedly before I could even open my mouth.

I seriously doubted any of her fears were valid, but I knew by stating this, Kathy was making a case for me and my girls to be on scene. Before we left, Kathy slipped me my 'special investigator' clip on badge and a card that fit in my wallet. "Sorry, no official ceremony or swearing-in is involved," Kathy explained with a wink. "Oh, I don't want to spoil the surprise but we even got you a special thermal coffee mug with your name and title 'special investigator' engraved on the side."

Anita phoned me as I drove to Cordero's home. She had gone home directly from the Krewe offices. "Bas, I've just received a fourth text from that unknown number. I've been afraid to open any of them after the first one because I knew who sent them and suspected what they'd say. I didn't want to get any more upset than I already was. Anyway, Allie told me again I better have my nipple pierced in the first message and gave me a special order. The second text demanded a picture of my new ring. The third said that for failure to obey, she now wanted the second nipple pierced as well. The fourth called me a dumb cunt and said three of the videos were going to be released if I did not answer her within ten minutes. I would learn she was serious and I could decide if I want to obey in the future or suffer." I told her not to worry about that.

"Not worry? I'm about to piss myself! Her language! Her demands! What if she has other ways to upload those videos? Should I contact her and try to stall?" Anita asked. I could tell the confident and relieved woman I'd left an hour before was once again ready to submissively capitulate, call Allie and grovel.

I asked her if she'd told Larry about the messages and ask for his input. "He's no damn help! He told me I have two choices, let you take care of it like we agreed or panic and get my tits pierced. Then he said if I get pierced, I'd keep rings in them for at least six months to teach me a lesson. I decided to call you to see what you suggested."

I had the call on Bluetooth speaker so we could all listen. I glanced at Kat and Lori who barely kept their laughter under control. They both appeared to want to shout out a few suggestions themselves. "Well, I suggest you follow Larry's advice," I said I was in traffic and cut the call short. I had neither the time nor the inclination to try to relieve the woman's fears any more. My girls' snickers turned into full-blown laughter when I terminated the call.

As we followed Kathy and her fellow detectives to Sue Cordero's office which was conveniently located in her home, Kat brought up an issue. "I've been thinking, Boss," she said. "This Cordero woman could have her own clone site with copies of all the video files ready to be released. You know a mirror site of the one on the Krewe's website. It would be the perfect way for Candi or Allie to release videos even if they are denied access to a computer. You said this woman is like a total toady. All she'd have to do is wait for the command to go. She has to know Candi and the others have been enslaved so you can bet she is ready to rock." I had to agree.

"Good thinking!" I praised her. "That's why I pay you the big bucks!" She giggled.

"I haven't seen any money yet, Boss, but I still feel the tingle in my pussy from playing with you and Lenore last night and this morning. And Lori was grinning so much this morning one of the other grad students asked her what was up." Kat laughed.

"Yeah, I SO wanted to tell her nothing is up right now, but this morning, I had my owner's cock up my pussy pounding away!" Lori giggled. I loved it that my girls were thrilled at the prospect of being used sexually.

"The way I remember it was you were riding me like you were in the Pony Express," I said in return.

"Well, that's what you get for waking up next to me with morning wood. I had to move quick before Kat climbed on first," Lori said.

The girls had spent the night with Lenore and me. I was going to send to them to their room after I laid back exhausted from sucking and fucking both of them, but Lenore was not finished and the girls seemed insatiable. I woke up to pee in the middle of night with the four of us still in the bed, limbs all intertwined. The next time I woke, Lori was astride me humping away. The movement woke Lenore who pulled Kat into the sixty-nine position.

Neither girl bothered to get dressed when they left to get ready for breakfast. "Hell, No!" Kat had giggled. "I hope we are seen. Bragging rights!"

We sat in front of Sue Cordero's small house with the doors of my car open for ten minutes before Kathy came to the door to wave us inside. I took the time to check out the area. The small house was situated less than a mile from my own home and a little closer to the college campus in an older neighborhood. A ten-year-old sedan sat under the carport of the small brick home surrounded by a lawn of closely mowed weeds. I imagined the several now bare flower beds had once been full of brightly colored annuals. The yellow house could certainly use a fresh coat of paint.

The first thing I saw upon entering was a bewildered and distraught Sue Cordero sitting handcuffed on the sofa with an officer. That sofa, a recliner, and a small coffee table filled the tiny living area. I could see through to the dining/kitchen area. From my vantage point all I could observe was a large coffee pot and microwave on an otherwise bare Formica counter and a square kitchen table with three straight-back wooden chairs. I did not see a dish in sight. The air smelt fresh and clean and I noticed aside from a small stack of computer magazines on a tiny side table in one corner, there was no clutter at all. The carpet had been recently vacuumed. Cordero lived a neat but Spartan lifestyle.

Kathy led us past Sue into the back of the small two-bedroom house past the master bedroom. The second bedroom had been converted into a computer room/office. A large monitor sat in the corner of the 'L' formed by two long folding tables placed perpendicular to each other serving as a desk. On each side of the main monitor was a smaller monitor. A keyboard was positioned in front of the monitors. On one end of the table sat Sue's main computer with a secondary tower. The other end, papers covered with notes. This was a typical poor programmer's arrangement, cheap yet efficient.

A lone file cabinet and large shelving unit with computer equipment filled the rest of the tiny room. Two detectives busied themselves examining the contents of one of the file cabinet's drawers. The only nice piece of furniture was the ergonomic desk chair. Kathy waved us towards the desk. "Do your thing," she said.

Kat went to the kitchen for a chair from the small dining table, asking if I wanted one. I shook my head as there was barely room for the one she needed. I set my girls to work. We'd discussed what we were looking for and they were actually better prepared for the task than I was.

I followed Kathy back out front and sat down next to Sue Cordero. Upset, she looked years older than the thirty I knew her to be. Her dark hair was nicely styled and came down to her shoulders. She wore no makeup and behind the tears I could tell she had good, clear, fair complected skin. She was pretty but would not be called beautiful. If I was to describe her to somebody, I would say the pretty geek girl next door. She did not look so pretty right now with red-rimmed eyes, red nose, and tear-stained face.

"Not that my girls need it, but would you like to save us some time and tell me if you set your computer to do something stupid like upload files to the net or reformat itself if touched the wrong way?" I asked. Her totally baffled expression gave me the answer I'd hoped for. She'd had no clue she was at risk of anybody messing with her equipment. But she was smart. He expression changed and she said, "Lawyer."

"Okay. That's fine. Don't talk." I looked at Kathy and said, "I know you explained her rights. Have you called a lawyer for her?" Kathy shook her head and said she would after we took her to the station for booking. I turned back to Cordero. "I know some damn good lawyers myself. Lou Player, who you know from the Krewe, is the one I use for most of my own legal matters. I think she could represent you even though she knows me well. You don't want to call Larry Orville, not since his wife is one of your victims." The word victim got her attention. She looked puzzled for a second, then frowned, but did not offer a comment.

"Lisa Townsend is another good choice. I've never used her services, but I like her. She's sold me some of my girls, including the two girls who are looking at your computer right now. They were enslaved for hacking. You might have heard about their case when it was in the news not long ago. They hacked those high dollar electric cars at the dealership downtown. The guys with them panicked and crashed the cars. They work for me now." I had her full attention. "Oh, I did not introduce myself. My name is Bas Landry."

Many might not recognize my face, but most computer geeks knew my name and history. Sue was no exception. "Really? You are Bas Landry, not a cop?" I told her 'really'. She looked down at the 'Special Investigator' identification I wore on my shirt.

"One of my sidelines, I guess you could call it a hobby, is to do computer work for the local law enforcement agencies," I said.

"Well, what do you want to do? Talk to a lawyer or me? I'm good either way. I'm just killing time while my girls do a deep dive into your computer." I said.

"Please tell them not to screw anything up. I was in the middle of a project and it should have auto-saved but..." Sue said. "I'll talk to you I suppose, but I can shut up at any time and get that lawyer, right?" I said, 'of course'. Kathy told her she'd have to say she was willing to speak without a lawyer for the recorder. Sue stared at her. "Kathy, why are you being such a hardass? You know me. I'm not violent. Can you take these cuffs off? They hurt! I'm not gonna do anything dumb. I promise."

Kathy turned her and removed the cuffs. "I will talk to Mr. Landry but if you push me to answer something I don't like, I will stop and ask for a lawyer, okay?" Kathy and I agreed. I suspected if she'd been present, Lou would have wanted to slap the woman for opening her mouth this much.

"Okay, tell me about yourself, Sue. I want to know a little about you. Where you went to school, what you do, that kind of thing," I began. Kathy, who sat outside of Sue's line of vision, rolled her eyes, shook her head and announced she was going to check on the others. Sue and I watched her walk towards the back room.

"I'm fucked, aren't I?" Sue asked, sadly. "My whole life just went down the shitter. You already know what you are gonna find on my network. I'm sure that is why you are here. I'm not some master criminal but I did favors for some people. Most of the reason I did it was because I was told to do it. But some because I was insulted and pissed."

"Why were you pissed? And how were you insulted?" I prompted.

Sue took a deep breath. "Insults don't matter. Suck it up. I'm used to it or should be. I need to get beyond my pride. Nothing embarrasses me. I have no dignity to lose." Sue mumbled the phrases as if reciting a mantra, her face coloring as she shook her head. "I don't want to go there!" she said in a louder voice.

After a few seconds, she began to speak. "I was pissed how my friends were disrespected. Well, one friend in particular who asked me to help her. I don't want to go into specifics. Not without a lawyer. I will need one to mitigate my sentence. Don't look surprised Mr. Landry, I know I am going to be convicted and enslaved for what I've done. For what I've had to do. I knew that as soon as you told me who you are and your girls were looking into my computer files. I know you own Candi Bowers, Alecia Carnaby, and Lana Perkins. I can add two plus two and come up with sixteen. I see where this is going."

"Fuck me running! I'm so hosed!" Sue suddenly broke down and burst into tears. "All my hard work. All that shit I had to suffer just to get this far. Everything I gained, GONE!" I sat and watched her for several minutes as she gradually got control and wiped her tears on her sleeve. She was sniffling and pointed towards a box of tissues on the tiny table several feet away. She was not about to move off the sofa without permission. I stepped over to get the tissues and watched as she blew her nose.

"What do you want to know Mr. Landry?" she asked. Then she paused. "Can we make a deal? I'll tell you anything you ask if you promise me to keep me off the Parish block and make sure I don't go to an owner who just wants a three-hole slut to whore out and share with his friends." I told her I'd do my best. "I trust you. I'd heard you were an honorable man." I figured that last part was bullshit on her part. She was working me. I'd bet she knew nothing of my reputation beyond my computer work but she was grasping at straws.

"You revised a section from a finance ledger the Krewe has that showed money was removed and then replaced, didn't you?" I asked. She nodded. "Why?"

"Candi asked me to do it. When she asks for something, it is really an order. She'd hand written what the entries were supposed to look like and I entered it into a database. Then we used her administrator access and modified the file on the Krewe's office network by replacing it with the new one. I told her anybody looking really closely could tell it was fake but she said nobody would ever examine it close enough to tell it had been altered," Sue said.

"Did you know what they were doing? Why they wanted to change that data?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was to punish Anita Orville for making fun of cheerleaders. She was deliberately ridiculing Candi and Allie. She'd made several comments about them being bimbos. I saw her perform her parody. It was pretty funny and I laughed my ass off. Candi spanked the piss out of me for laughing too. I didn't think it was that bad of a thing for Anita to do but Candi was really insulted and wanted payback. I had to help her."

"I was assured no money had been stolen but it would embarrass Orville and make her look bad. She'd be punished a little and once she'd learned her lesson and made the suitable apologies, I'd be told to replace the original data. I'm sure it never was fixed. Nobody else could have done it because I still have that original file." Sue shrugged like it was just one of those things.

"And later when you were designing the website. They told you to set up a secret partition to store video files?" I asked. "And establish executable files so videos could be uploaded to the net?"

"No, they had no concept about how to do any of that. They told me they wanted a place to put videos and if they wanted, a way they could send those files to emails and other sites. It had to be someplace permanent and very private. I told them how I could do it right on the krewe's website. Only they would have access to the videos. After that, they'd give me their other requirements and I'd work out the details," Sue admitted.

"But you had to know Allie and her friends were going to blackmail other women." I said.

"NO! I didn't know for sure they would, but I knew they might. Okay they probably would if they felt like it. Anita Orville deserved to be punished but I'll admit she didn't deserve what she got. I saw a bunch of videos that showed her suffering terrible abuse. But at the beginning, I agreed she deserved to at least get her butt beat." I asked her why. "Because she did not show Candi and the others the respect they deserved. And she should have known her actions would not be taken well. I could not sit down comfortably for days after my spanking and all I did was laugh. She deserved more for her disrespect. She should have known better than to antagonize women like them. It's never good to go against women of their stature." I told her I did not understand.

"You have to be loyal to that type of woman if you want to get ahead! That's the way it always was and always will be! In high school the cheerleaders and the pretty girls ran the school with the jock boys. They were the ones named prom king and queen. They decided what was cool and acceptable and what was not. Oh sure, smart kids were on the school newspaper and won academic awards. They even got to be on the class council. But if you wanted to get ahead socially and be part of the popular kids, you had to follow the pretty people. You had to agree with what they wanted to do. Smile and be friendly. Suck it up even when you were insulted for your clothes or hairstyle. If you run up against those people at best you became a non-entity, at worse, an object for ridicule or some other punishment. Bullying was commonplace. It got worse as I grew older."

"I thought it would be different in college, but it wasn't. Brains did not win except for grades. A pretty face with a great body got you ahead. Sorority girls with nice clothes got the better-looking guys. They seemed to float across campus. I joined a sorority because I was told that would help me get ahead. I didn't last a semester. Yeah, I got asked out on some nice dates. But the guys expected me to spread my legs by at least the second date. Just to join and then to stay in the sorority, I had to eat pussy whenever ordered. It was just like during the hazing. I'd get asked if I wanted to be introduced to a guy for a dance or something. The price was a session with my face between one of the top girl's legs. I'd help tutor one of those girls for a class and have to pay her with my tongue for the privilege! I was told I had to pay my dues but also keep our activities a secret. But instead of keeping quiet about, it I rocked the boat and mentioned it to one of the other girls. To teach me a lesson for disobeying and talking, that night I got stripped and my butt spanked raw. I was blindfolded and made to eat pussy and lick ass for what seemed like hours. It might have been just a few girls or it could have been all of them. I couldn't take it anymore and left."

"In college, I excelled academically and got great grades. I got a master's degree in computer science. I moved up north for a couple years to do programming, but hated the cold ass winters. I made a decent salary but it was expensive and I barely made ends meet, especially since I was trying hard to pay down the buttload of college debt I had. I lived like a pauper." Sue snorted, "I still do, but at least I've paid off most of my debt. It's not like I have any social life beyond the krewe."

She resumed her story, "I moved back here when my mom got sick. She had terminal cancer and needed my help. I was almost twenty-seven then, no kids, no husband or boyfriend."

"So here I was, no real job because I was trying to take care of Mom. I tried to start something on my own but could never get a real foothold. I did some contract programming and that paid the bills, but barely. My Mom died not long after I returned and I got this house along with the mortgage but not much else. Everything else Mom had accrued from a life of hard work went to pay medical bills."