It was just after midnight on Saturday and Jack had everything he needed safely stashed near the home of the wealthy guy who wanted to buy the Super Bowl ring. Arrangements had been made to sell the ring on Sunday morning, but Jack instinctively didn't trust the guy. Having put himself in jeopardy by stealing the ring in the first place, Jack needed to make sure his investment was secure.
So he planned to pay the guy an expected visit. Jack parked his rental car at the train station and walked the three miles to the man's isolated house in the country. The house was dark and quiet. He wasn't sure how many people were in the home, but his plan covered every contingency.
When the security system that Jack himself had installed was disabled, he silently entered the home. Jack was very careful and extremely quiet as he searched the house to ascertain how many people were home. He found his ring-buyer in the master bedroom all alone. In two other bedrooms, he found single women. And lastly, he found a couple in the far back of the house that he presumed was the servants' quarters.
As he walked into the room, Jack flicked on the light switch rousing the sleeping couple. Brandishing his revolving, Jack ordered them onto their stomachs and quickly wrapped their ankles and wrists with duct tape. Next he stuffed gags in their mouths and secured them with more tape. Then he tied a short length of rope around each of their necks and attached the ends to the headboard.
"If you try to roll off the bed or jerk around too much, you just might strangle yourself," Jack said. "So, if you don't want to die, just stay still on the bed. Somebody will find you sooner or later."
Quickly, he made his way back to the main part of the house. Making certain everyone was still asleep, he opened the doors to all three bedrooms. The girls' rooms were at one end of a long hall and connected by a bathroom. The master bedroom was at the other end.
He entered the far room and stood next to the girl in the bed. In one swift motion, he grabbed her around the waist and jerked her out of bed and through the bathroom into the other bedroom. Without letting go of the first girl, he grabbed the second girl, who was just sitting up in bed, by the hair and jostled them both out into the hall.
Jack and the two girls were two steps into the hall when the light came on and they looked down toward the master bedroom to see the homeowner pointing a shotgun at them.
Seeing the intruder holding his daughter and her Chinese friend, Walter Winters was scared half out of his wits. "Let the girls go or I'll shoot."
"Don't be stupid. You don't want to kill these girls. Put your gun down and let's all go into your bedroom," Jack suggested, waving his gun so Walter could see it. When Walter didn't move as quickly as Jack wanted him to, Jack shouted, "Put the fucking gun down now!!! Someone is going to get hurt-maybe even killed-unless you do exactly what I say. Put the gun on the floor."
Fearing for his life and the lives of his daughter and her friend, Walter did as he was told. Jack had all three lay facedown on the floor, wrapped Walter's wrists and ankles with duct tape, and then hog-tied him. Walter wasn't going anywhere without help. Jack tied up the daughter in a similar fashion, then had the little Asian girl stand up.
Little was hardly the right adjective. She was taller than Jack with straight black hair that came to just below her ears. She wore blue boxer shorts that showed off her long, thin legs and a white undershirt that revealed her apple-sized breasts in all their glory. She probably didn't weigh more than a hundred ten pounds, but with her puffed out lips and teary eyes, she was still a delectable morsel. Jack urged her onto a professional-sized treadmill that was in one corner of the room and taped her hands to the handles.
"Your name is?" Jack asked the Chinese girl.
"Wu Lon," she responded. "I'm from Taiwan."
"Well, you're very pretty," Jack said as he turned on the machine. He watched Wu Lon struggle to stay upright on the machine. "Very pretty indeed," he said, placing his hand on her ass.
"Ohhhh . . . please don't do that . . . please!" Wu Lon wailed as she started to fall.
Jack wrapped one arm around her upper chest to help support her, firmly grasping one of her pointy tits through her shirt. With his other hand, he pulled her shorts down to her knees, forcing her to kick them free to keep walking on the treadmill. Jack cupped her bare pussy, the resulting friction of her thighs on his hand exciting Jack, causing his erection to grow longer and harder.
When Jack worked his middle finger up inside her snatch, she collapsed so Jack had to hold her up while her feet dragged on the machine. He turned the power off and Wu Lon was able to stand. Jack withdrew his finger from her pussy and brought it to his nose and lips.
"Very tasty. Very tasty indeed," Jack said, licking his finger. "I think I'll fuck that sweet pussy of yours before the night is over."
Stepping away from the treadmill, Jack took out his pocketknife and knelt near the young girl on the floor. He cut her bindings and forced her to stand before asking her name.
Whitney had taken a self-defense class at Florida State and the one rule she remembered was . . . if given the chance, strike quickly and get the upper hand. Without answering Jack, she tried to kick his groin and jab her fingers into his eyes. The kick hit Jack on the hip and in the effort to deflect the jab to his eyes, he dropped the knife. But the one hundred-twenty pound, five-foot-six girl was no match for the bigger and stronger Jack. A short powerful jab under her breastbone dropped her to her knees.
While she sucked in shallow breaths, Jack dragged her to the bed and secured her hands to the headboard.
"Now little lady, I asked you your name," Jack said.
"Fuck you!" was her response that came out in a rasping wheeze.
Jack retrieved his knife from the floor and went back to Whitney, who wore dark-blue bikini panties and a white T-shirt. Jack grabbed the crotch of her panties with one hand and just held on while Whitney tried to kick and squirm away from his hand. When she ceased struggling for a second, Jack cut the two-inch wide cotton panel, exposing the light-brown hair covering her pussy. Then he sliced her T-shirt down the middle, revealing her large C-cup breasts.
Pinching a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he said, "I've always wanted a nipple of my own. If you don't stay still, I'll take one of yours. Now, tell me your name."
