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Dale went down with one punch. Daryl was stunned that Sam had knocked out Dale and was unprepared for when Sam punched him hard in the stomach; he dropped to the ground. Stevie stared wide eyed in amazement right until a quick combination from Sam broke his nose.
Sam felt better after that. Sex and beating some men up, this was a good day. Mark applauded from the doorway.
"Didn't your mother teach you to share your toys?" Mark asked mockingly.
Sam gave his friend a handshake and warm smile that faded quickly when he saw who was with Mark. It was Sergei. Sam had dealt with Sergei before and each time he had, Sam felt like he needed a long shower when he was done. Sergei was a very unpleasant looking man. He was tall, easily 6'6" and rail thin, but Sam knew his wiry body was strong. He was pale, pasty and cadaverous looking; his dead eyes were seeking but seldom showed any emotion. His cheeks were hollow and his eyes sunken, his white hair was short and thinning. His very presence offended Sam and sent chills down his spine. Sergei was a slave buyer and the slaves he bought wound up in snuff films. By the time Sergei was done with them, the slaves he bought were all dead. The man seemed to be the embodiment of painful death.
"Sergei is going to take Elaine away for safekeeping for a few days," Mark explained to Sam. "Until we have Hunter and Roy neutralized." Mark knew his friend well enough to see that this was going to get ugly. He had to have Elaine out of the picture if there was to be any chance of a settlement with Roy.
Sam exploded in rage. "Safekeeping?" he yelled at Mark, "you know damn well that no one goes to Sergei for safekeeping! No slave comes back alive." He was angry at Mark for trying to take Elaine away from him, and, more than that, angry that Mark would lie to him so blatantly. Sam knew what Sergei did, he had been with Mark on most of their deals with him; Mark was lying and he knew that Sam knew he was lying.
"I've reached an agreement with Sergei," Mark said firmly. "You will do as your told, Sam. She leaves with Sergei in the morning."
Sam argued, but Mark was firm. Elaine was going with Sergei and Sam was going to obey. Sam was going to fight it more, but he saw Dean and Daryl inching towards the gun rack. Sam was not going to shoot it out inside here and that's where this was leading; if he was dead, there would be no one to protect Elaine and keeping Elaine from Sergei was suddenly Sam's top priority.
"Fine," Sam conceded. "Elaine can go with him in the morning. But I want her back when this is over."
"No problem," Mark lied and smiled. "We'll call Sergei and he'll deliver her back when this is done. Right, Sergei?"
Sergei smiled. The sight of the cadaverous ghoul smiling with his stained teeth sent a chill down Sam's spine. "Of course. I'll take good care of her."
"I think you need to share your toy, too," Mark chided. "I know I'd like to have some fun with her and I think these boys deserve some fun, too."
"In the morning," Sam said firmly.
Mark stared at him, but decided to let it pass. "Of course," he said, "I'm sure that a full day of getting fucked by you would wear any woman out. In the morning, before Sergei takes her, we'll all get to have a turn or two with her."
There was nervous silence for the rest of the night. Dinner was over quickly and everyone retired to bed. As soon as Sam was sure they were asleep, he crept down and carried Elaine out. He was not going to let Sergei have her; he was not going to let her be raped, tortured and killed on video. Not her.
The big diesel in Sam's truck was loud, so he had put in it neutral and coasted downhill until he was safely away from the house then started it up. His first thought was to take her back to the Oldsmobile, but he did not think she was in any shape to take care of herself. He thought about calling Hunter, but wanted someone who might give her back and who would not think about killing him. He called Amanda. He suspected that she was feeding information to Roy, but he knew that she would take good care of Elaine.
The drop off took place at the Oldsmobile. Amanda knew exactly where the spot was and was there before Sam. Amanda was not too pleased with the shape Elaine was in, but after Sam had explained everything she agreed to look after Elaine. She made no promises about returning Elaine, but she said she would not give her to Mark or Roy.
It was dawn when Sam made it back to the cabin after dropping off Elaine. He was tired and pissed off. He hated everyone in that cabin and seriously considered walking in with guns blazing and shooting them all. But he felt that he owed Mark something for all their years together, and Hunter would probably shoot him as well as Mark. For better or worse, they were in this together. Right now, it looked worse. If only Mark had let him go to Canada, this would have never gotten this bad. He would have finished them all off there. That was Mark's problem, he cut corners when he shouldn't. Had he gone all in for the ambush in Canada, all this would be over now and they would be fine. But Mark had sent in a second rate crew and just fucked things up. Sam was seething.
Mark and Sergei were waiting for him outside when Sam pulled up.
"Where the hell is she?" Mark screamed at Sam when he got out of the truck. Sergei stood to the side with a frown on his pale face.
"Safe," Sam responded. He was barely controlling his temper.
"He was going to keep her safe!" Mark yelled and pointed at Sergei. "Now, where is she?"
"Don't fucking lie to me, Mark," Sam said wearily. "You know damn well that if he got her, she was never coming back alive. Now, she's somewhere you can't find her."
"I'll find her," Sergei said with another of his chilling smiles.
That was too much for Sam. He was not going to do anything to Mark, yet, but Sergei was a different story. Without a second thought, Sam drew his pistol and shot Sergei between the eyes. The gunshot rolled across the still dawn, and Sergei fell to the ground in a puddle of blood that poured from the back of his head. Sam put the gun away.
"Enough," he said simply. "Elaine is gone. Sergei is dead. In a few hours our ceasefire ends. You are not going to be able to make a deal. You never were going to be able to make a deal. Roy, and especially Hunter, was not going to make a deal with you. You're losing your edge if you thought that was possible. The only way out of this is to get them before they get us. Now, stop all this shit and let's get ready."
Mark calmed himself. All his plans were falling apart. He thought if he got Elaine out of the picture he might be able to get a truce with Roy. It was a long shot, he knew, but it might have been possible. Now there was no choice but to either surrender, and face an Association sanctioned executioner, or fight it out. And if he was going to fight it out he needed Sam, he was the only man he had who might be a match for Hunter.
Dean, Daryl and Stevie rushed out of the house when they heard the gunshot. They saw Sergei on the ground and Sam and Mark in a face-off. Sam thought about things for a moment more then turned to the three men. "Get your shovels and bury Sergei," he told them. "Deep, we don't want a coyote digging him up. Then get ready, in a few hours we start shooting again." He turned back to Sam. "His people are going to come looking for Sergei, you know. You're on your own for that one."
"After this, I'm on my own, period," Sam answered. "Let's finish this fight, then we'll worry about the next one."
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Hunter knocked on the door of the camper. He was in the forests of Northern Arizona, a few miles outside of the Grand Canyon. Ponderosa pines and sagebrush added a fragrance to the air, Hunter took a deep breath and felt better for a second. The door of the camper opened and a tall man looked down at Hunter. He smiled.
"Come on in, Hunter," he said.
"Nice to see you, Bill, glad you could help on short notice," Hunter said warmly and stepped in.
The camper was not a typical RV. Hunter knew generally that all of the electronic gear packed into it was worth far more than the RV itself and the RV was not cheap. There were rows of laptops and desktops, monitors everywhere, wires bundles seemingly at random. To Hunter's eye it was chaos, but to the one man who needed to understand it all it made perfect sense.
Roy stood and gave Hunter a hug. Hunter was careful of Roy's wounded shoulder, but was genuinely happy to see his young friend.
"How are you?" Hunter asked and looked Roy up and down. Roy was thinner and paler than the last time Hunter had seen him, but Roy had been shot through the left shoulder and fought off a nasty infection. He would not be full strength for a while yet, but as long as his mind was clear they would be okay.
"Fine and dandy, Hunter," Roy answered with a self mocking smile, "Fine and dandy. I still get tired a lot, but I'm getting stuff done. I know Mark's called in Sergei. We need to take care of him before he gets away with Elaine."
Hunter smiled. "Don't worry about Sergei. Sam has already taken care of him for us."
Roy looked puzzled.
"Bligh has been staking out the ranch," Hunter started to explain.
"In Elko?" Roy asked.
"Nope, the Bar X ranch. Sam's place. Mark and Sam are about twenty miles from us. Bligh's been watching. Sam took Elaine out to the creek yesterday and spent the day with her," Hunter did not elaborate and did not need to. Both Roy and Hunter knew what Sam would do with Elaine. "He brought her back to the cabin. Mark and Sergei were there. Bligh's not sure what happened next, but at about 2am Sam carried Elaine out and took off like a bat out of hell. He returned around sunrise, had it out with Mark and shot Sergei."
"Sam shot Sergei?" Roy asked incredulously.
"One shot, right between the eyes. The old ghoul is dead," Hunter was smiling.
"Isn't it nice when our enemies take care of our dirty work for us?" Roy grinned.
"It sure is," Hunter agreed. "What do you have?"
"Mark and Sam are pretty low tech. The bad news is that they do not have a lot of stuff to hack. The good news is that what they do have is not very well protected. I just got into the On-star on Sam's truck. I can do a lot with that. I'm into their phones. Mark's called in reinforcement. He's got twenty more men on the way."
"We're going to need more men," Hunter sighed. "This is going to mean a lot more dead bodies."
"Let's just try not to set another forest fire," Roy said wearily.
"Hey, you're the one who set the bombs," Hunter pointed out.
"Touche'," Roy replied. "Is there a way we can do this without killing them all?"
"Take out Mark and Sam," Hunter answered. "Get rid of them and I doubt the rest will want to put up a fight."
"Well, let's see what we can do," Roy said. "Do we know where he took Elaine?"
"No idea." Hunter answered.
"Well, the Oldsmobile is on the move, headed east. Maybe she's there. She's not answering her phone, though," Roy added, even wearier.
"Don't worry," Hunter said and put a hand on Roy's good shoulder, "we'll get her back."
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Elaine smelled coffee. She stirred, she was alone again. Had Amanda just been a dream?
"Good morning, Laney," she heard a voice say. Elaine knew it was Amanda, only Amanda had ever called her Laney. Elaine rolled over. She was in the desert, she knew the spot, too. She turned her head slightly and there was Amanda's Toyota parked next to the Oldsmobile. How did Amanda get here? More to the point, Elaine wondered, how did she get here.
The coffee smelled good so Elaine crawled out from under the blanket and realized she was wearing only her collar. She certainly looked worse for wear. There was dried cum on her ass and legs; scratches all over her; welts from Sam's belt on her butt; hand print bruises on her shoulders, hips and thighs; bite marks on her neck and dark bruises around her wrists from being tied up with the remains of her dress.
Amanda gave Elaine a look that she would explain everything when Elaine was ready, but in the meantime, relax and have coffee. Elaine smiled; the two of them had spent enough time together that Elaine could read that much into one look from her former roommate and lover. For the first time in a while, Elaine actually felt safe for the moment. Amanda poured Elaine a cup and added some creamer to it. Amanda had tried to get Elaine to have her coffee black, just for the simplicity of it, but Elaine had refused to give on that point.
Elaine sipped her coffee. Somehow, the thought of taking off her collar never occurred to her. She had grown used to the feel of it, the subtle reminder that she was owned.
"You look good in a collar, Laney," Amanda said as if reading her mind. "It suits you well. The rest of you looks a little worse for wear, though."
Elaine snorted into her coffee. "That's what happens when you spend a day and a half getting fucked by Sam."
Amanda smiled. "Yeah. I never had to do him more than once a day, and he wasn't that rough with me. I think he was always thinking of you when he was fucking me. Kind of hard on a girl's ego to know that when you've got his cock in your mouth he's thinking of someone else."
Elaine glared at Amanda. If her ego was the only thing Sam was hard on, then Elaine thought Amanda had it pretty good. She shifted a bit to relieve some of the discomfort from her pussy, but that only made her ass ache more.
"Are you still working for them?" Elaine asked. Both of them knew that "them" meant Mark and Sam.
"I'm kind of working for myself," Amanda said with a self satisfied smirk. "Mark still owns my debt, but if something happens to him, I'm in the clear. Of course, if he finds out I haven't been completely loyal then I'm in deeper trouble."
"Who do you think is going to win?" Elaine asked.
"My money would be on Roy," Amanda said firmly, "and I'm doing what I can to tip the scales that way. But Mark is getting desperate and when he's desperate he could do anything and something truly stupid and outrageous just might work. It also might kill a bunch of people and start a war with Canada, but who knows?"
Amanda offered Elaine some fruit and the slave gratefully took it. She had not had much to eat since breakfast yesterday.
"Are you ready for me to tell you why you are here?" Amanda asked.
Elaine, chewing her apple, nodded.
"Sam called me last night," Amanda began. "Mark was doing something that offended even Sam, and it takes a lot to offend Sam. Mark's been trading slaves for drugs. Some outfit in Canada has access to really, really good marijuana," Amanda smiled. "Sam trades them slaves for it. Once the slaves are out of the country, it is hard to keep track of them. That's why the Association specifically forbids it without a shit ton of paperwork. One of the guys who takes the slaves is named Sergei. Sergei is a procurer for snuff films."
"What's a snuff film?" Elaine interrupted.
"Something you were going to star in," Amanda explained. "They make movies. The woman in it gets raped and tortured while they film." Elaine grew paler as Amanda talked. "At the end, they kill her. Some guys get off on that sort of thing. Mark said he was going to give you to Sergei for 'safekeeping', but Sam knew that you would have ended up in one of those films. Instead, he sneaked you out in the middle of the night and called me to take care of you."
Elaine had stopped eating. "You mean, Sam saved my life?"
Amanda nodded. "More than that. What they would have done to you before they killed you would have made anything Sam did to you seem pleasant. I've seen one or two of the films, I would not wish what they do to those women on my worst enemy."
Elaine sat in silence for a few minutes trying to digest it all. She had a hard time grasping that Sam, the man who had spent the previous day violating her every way he could, had actually saved her life. That he had protected her, that she was alive now because he had chosen to defy his boss.
Amanda started straightening up the camp. There was not a lot to do, they had not got much stuff out. She tossed Elaine some painkillers and Elaine gratefully swallowed two of them. Amanda knew that they were not going anywhere for a while; Elaine needed some recovery time, so she strung up a tarp for shade then sat down beside her friend.
They sat in silence for a few minutes then Amanda helped Elaine up to go to the bathroom, brush her teeth, and get cleaned up. There were no showers here, just lukewarm water, but Elaine was grateful to be cleaned. Her legs were still wobbly and she needed some assistance, but felt much better afterward. She also remembered what Amanda's hands felt like on her body, the strong touch that had pleased her for so many nights. Looking at Amanda, she could tell the redhead was having similar memories and was enjoying this more than a simple sponge bath.
Elaine closed her eyes for a second and enjoyed Amanda's touch, she had longed for the redhead ever since Amanda had left her more than a year ago. When she had been forced to please Kristy and Anna, she had wanted to be eating Amanda's pussy. But now that she was here, all Elaine wanted to do was rest. Maybe later she would have the energy.
"Run away with me, Laney," Amanda pleaded, "I love you."
"I can't," Elaine answered, her eyes opened and her thoughts changed
"Why not?"
"Because you asked." If Amanda had tied her up and thrown her in the truck, Elaine would have gone happily, but she was a slave and did not want to be asked, she wanted to be ordered. Amanda had done so much to bring Elaine into this world of submission and slavery and now the redhead was discarding all of that, Elaine wanted a master/mistress, not a partner. Elaine realized that she had outgrown Amanda.
Amanda sighed and helped Elaine back to the blankets. They ate some sandwiches and slept away the day in each others arms.
It was night when Elaine made her getaway. She felt much better, a day of rest had done wonders. She was still sore and walked gingerly, but she was functional. Amanda was still asleep in their blankets and Elaine was careful not to wake her. Elaine quietly dressed, got into the Oldsmobile, fired up the V-8 and drove away.
Once on the road, Elaine headed due east. She was on the Interstate and did not stop until she was well into New Mexico. She got a cheap motel room, slept for another ten hours and took a long bath then was on the road again. The Great Plains went by in a green blur. One more rest time in Illinois and she pulled into Monon, Indiana in the morning.
Monon was a small town on a railroad surrounded by cornfields with the occasional soybean field to break up the monotony. She found a local map and headed out of town to the address Roy had given her. It was late summer and the corn was high, higher than the car she was in. It was like driving through green canyons.
