Stanhope's free hand pumped his prick, and his cock was throbbing hard. The knobbed prickhead looked like an over-ripe prune and seemed to glow blue-red with the heat of lusty blood.
Rita whispered so that only Doc Watson's sensitive microphone could hear her strained voice. "Do something! I don't want that lecherous bastard to have her!” "Would you rather give her to me?" Doc asked.
"Yes!” "You will restrain her for fucking, like a sacrificial lamb, and eat her cunt to make it wet and hot for me.” "Yyyeeesss," she hissed. Stanhope and Vicki were pushing Reggie toward the bed. The chains and leg-spreader lay waiting.
"My cock is much larger than his," Watson warned, "I don't care! She won't care. She might even like it better.”
Before Doc could answer, another man entered the room-a young police officer in full uniform. He aimed a big gun at Benton Stanhope. "Hold it right there!”
Stanhope glared. "What the hell?" His face paled in shock. He sputtered and raged, regathering steam. "You can't come into my house waving a gun. I have powerful friends in City Hall!” "And I have a powerful friend right here in my hand. "A 44 Magnum that will splatter your head all over the wall! Let go of that innocent girl!”
Stanhope shrank back with a snarl of frustration.
The young cop said to Vicki, "Untie her arms! Then free that woman bound in the chair.” "Now see here!" Stanhope blustered.
"Shut up, mister. The party's over. The women are coming with me.”
Regina Wallford had never been so happy to see a man in her life. It didn't matter that his cool gray eyes roamed over her almost-naked curves. A pleasant smile curved his lips. She rushed to him and cried, "Thank you!”
Rita was overwhelmed with relief. She had expected Doc Watson to intervene somehow. A policeman was even better. That meant they were all safe, not just from Stanhope but from-the demented inventor as well. She stood on unsteady legs, pulling up her mink and rushed to his side the moment Vicki had untied the last knot. She padded the silky black collar of her mink coat over the earpiece, hoping that would keep Watson from hearing her urgent plea.
"This necklace is a radio-controlled torture device," she whispered desperately. Her voice began to quake before she finished, realizing how far-fetched that must sound.
"Is that so?" the handsome young cop said without apparent surprise. "No problem, I'll just break the strand-” "No, the clasp has needles full of deadly poison. I'll die if the wire is broken.”
Reggie was clinging hard to his right arm, staring at her handsome savior with adoring blue eye that fluttered, still wet with tears. He eased his gun hand free from her grasp and brought the muzzle of his big revolver around behind Rita's head.
The glittering diamond necklace was still hanging slack, but she cringed violently, expecting it to tighten and strangle her at any moment. Or stab poison into the back of her neck. She tensed and shivered when the cop very gingerly pulled the clasp away from her neck. He pressed the gun muzzle against it and pulled the trigger. A deafening roar filled the room. The sinister clasp exploded into hundreds of pieces and the glittering necklace fell to the floor.
"Thank God!" Rita cried, rubbing her neck.
The cop said to the younger girls, "Get some clothes on, we're all getting out of here.”
Regina just stared at him, dreamy-eyed. Her heart raced and her mind swirled. She'd never felt attracted to a man before. But he was so good-looking, so strong and so cool under stress. He exuded an aura of male strength that made her tremble with desire.
Rita felt the same kind of attraction, gratitude so deep that it became a warm and restless yearning. She would have happily fucked the handsome blonde-haired young cop right there on the floor. Thinking what a strong but caring man he was and what a marvelous lover he must be, she wrapped the black mink tight around her quivering curves and stroked the fur over her heaving tits.
Regina put on the robe Benton had discarded and belted it tight. He glared hotly, knowing his chance at her cunt was gone. Vicki was also fuming, thinking her fun had been spoiled. She looked sullen and put back on the dress she'd worn to the penthouse.
"O.K., let's go," the cop said. He motioned the women to the elevator in the next room. The door stood open and waiting for them. Rita had never seen a more welcome sight. Reggie was still looking starry-eyed at her handsome defender.
They all got into the elevator together. The door hissed closed and the elevator began its descent. Reggie said to the young officer, "I could kiss you!”
He smiled and holstered his gun. "Go ahead, you're safe now.”
Reggie melted into his arms with a delighted sigh. Their lips sealed and she pressed her voluptuous young body against his broad chest.
The warmth and writhing of her anxious body made his cock twitch. His prick swelled and bulged in his uniform pants. Reggie could feel its hardening throb.
"What you have for me is much bigger than that awful man's," she cooed.
"You make it bigger," he said, cupping her chin and kissing her quivering lips. "You're so beautiful! Such a luscious sweet girl!”
Reggie giggled and felt weak in the knees, almost overcome by her romantic impulses. Rita felt a satisfying surge of relief. Worries about her blonde daughter becoming a confirmed lesbian were gone. They were still kissing, grinding their anxious bodies together and thrusting their tongues back and forth.
Rita remembered that she was still wearing the earpiece. Doc Watson would be listening, still thinking he had her under control. She couldn't resist gloating. *It's over, you bastard!" she whispered sharply. "The necklace is broken!” "I know that, Rita. But I still have you in my power.” "In a pig's eye! There's a policeman with us. He has a gun and seems to adore my daughter. I know he won't let you have her.” "You're forgetting that I can control the elevator." It suddenly lurched to a stop between floors.
Rita looked startled but was not greatly concerned. "I'll just press the emergency button, the maintenance people will come soon and get us out.” "No, Rita. I've disconnected that button.” "Benton needs to use the elevator. He'll report that it's out of service.” "Not soon enough to save you. I'm going to bring the cab down to the basement where I'll be waiting for you and my virgin prize.”
“You'll have to face a man with a gun to get her.” "No, you'll all be sleeping peacefully when the elevator reaches its last stop. Do you smell that faintly sweet odor? That's a powerful anesthetic.” "You son of a bitch!”
“Sweet dreams, Rita. Regina's vagina belongs to me!”
She glared, still defiant. Her daughters and the young police officer had all heard her side of the heated exchange. Reggie said, "Mom, what's the matter? What's that funny smell?” "There isn't time to explain, darling." Rita looked at the cop's curious face. "You're truly fond of my daughter, aren't you?” "Yes, she's adorable.” "And you wouldn't want a heartless man to be her first, would you? She's a virgin, a sweet innocent girl, and he's a vicious sadist.” "I'll kill any man who tries to harm even one hair on her pretty head.”
“You won't have that chance," Rita said desperately. The cloying sweet smell was getting stronger, she felt dizzy and light-headed. "All you can do is keep him from being first.”
The elevator began descending again. "I want you to fuck her before he can," Rita said resignedly.
"Mother!" Reggie was shocked.
"Now," Rita insisted without explanation. "Before we all pass out.” "Nnnooo!" Reggie's mind had been aswirl with romantic illusions-nothing like being fucked her first time in an elevator with her mother and sister both watching.
Rita grabbed the ripe bodied young blonde and wrestled her to the floor. "Help me, Vicki! Pin her arms. I'll spread her legs. There isn't much time!”