Blackmail Ch. 03
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"Don"t you ever say that! I swore to protect her when I decided to marry her. How can you be so calm?"
"What is the first rule I taught you about being a detective? No personal involvements. Your emotions get in the way of your thinking. It is a good thing you came to me so that I may help you out."
"I know you"re right, Ben. It"s just that I need her back and unharmed or so help me I"ll hunt down Barrington myself and mutilate him the same way he mutilates all those women."
Ben brought out a stack of papers from his desk and laid them close to Mike"s hands. "It is a good thing you came to me with this. I have been on the case of the Devil May Care Club for a while now. Caused quite a stir kidnapping and deforming both ton girls and common street girls. I did suspect Lord Barrington as being one of them, but never the leader." He flipped through a few pages and handed it to Mike. "Barrington has eight estates all ranging from his town house in London to a nice country spread in Scotland. As you realize we hardly have enough time to search them all."
"All we"d have to do is rule out all those country ones. He calls the meetings for the Devil May Care Club and hosts them. That means the meetings are held in London or close too it." Mike looked at the paper he held. "It looks like he has three here."
"That is right." Ben chimed in. "There is his town house here in the city, a sea side estate to the north, and an estate to the south."
Mike bit his thumb and concentrated. Finally he turned to his mentor. "We can rule out the town house. His neighbors would easily become suspicious. After all there"s little that the rich gossips in town notice."
"I have thought of that myself. We can probably cross out the estate to the south. From what is being said, the tenants there that pay him rent do not like him due to the fact that he raised the rent greatly after his father died. They would do anything to discredit him."
"So that leaves one. We might be able to get there with in the hour if we ride hard. First we should stop by her house to get that monster of a butler she has to help us."
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Barrington"s hips frantically humped the helpless woman while squeezing her throat effectively cutting off the air to her body. A hideous smile graced his lips as he felt the life drain away from the woman where they were connected. He felt like God every time he did this. In this form he had the decision whether the woman should live or die. He was merciless in his rulings and only spared the woman if she had enough spirit to really fight him.
At the start, the woman he was currently killing pleased him greatly with her fighting spirit and will to live, but over time she had become a docile puppet. He didn"t like his toys to be lifeless. Ambrosia had a fighting spirit that would probably last a good month, maybe more, before she turned into a lifeless puppet.
Finally the woman beneath him gave out her last gurgle just as the ecstasy of his orgasm phased out to a nice tingle. Barrington turned his hooded eyes towards Ambrosia, vastly pleased to see the tears streaking down her pretty little face. He picked up the diamond-studded collar that was lying in a pool of blood that spilled out while he was whipping the now dead woman on the floor.
The warm stickiness coated his palm and he enjoyed the feel of it. As he got up, he switched the collar to his other hand and wiped his right hand on his chest leaving a trail of dark red that contrasted to his pale skin. He yanked on the bell pull and stared at Ambrosia till his men came. Her skin was so smooth, perfect canvas for the marks of his whip. The thought of her face riddled with unimaginable pain delighted him and excited him more to where his manhood stirred and became erect in record time. Three of his men came through the door.
Barrington handed the collar to one of them. "Untie her and put this on. Bring her to me."
The men did as they were told. They worked on the ties at her right ankle, right wrist, and left wrist. When her ankle and one wrist were free she started to thrash around, throwing punches and kicking wilding. She caught one man in the stomach with her foot, and clipped the other in the jaw with her fist. They subdued her easily, lifting her out of the bed. The man she clipped backhanded her across the face.
The impact caused her head to jerk and an explosion of blood burst inside her mouth. A shot filled the air, time stopped for everyone, but the man who had struck her. He collapsed lifelessly to the ground shot in the back. Ambrosia looked up to Barrington, who stood repulsively naked, holding a smoking dueling pistol he pulled from it"s mounting on the wall beside the door.
"No one harms her! That is my pleasure and my blood you are wasting. You two put the collar on her and hold her for me."
Ambrosia grimaced as the collar was put on her. The thought of that dead woman"s blood on her skin felt like she was being branded as the murderer and not Barrington. There should have been something she could have done to stop the murder, but she had been frightened and helpless.
The men lead her to Barrington and handed him the leash to the collar. His grin made her numb inside. Must have been her body"s way to prepare her for what was to come. It wouldn"t have been the first time her body turned numb. The first time was when she was a virgin and rapped by several men. Too many that night had known her body intimately that she had lost count. After that night all those men had personal carnal knowledge of her, the thought sickened her every time. Her virginity should have been for some one she loved and married. It should have been for Mike.
Barrington tugged on the leash bringing her back to reality. "Reliving that magical night when so many men touched and violated your body?" He sneered. Ambrosia hated the fact that he made her so transparent that he could read her every thought.
He rubbed the leash over her breasts almost reverently. "Now you are my bitch, a dog that I can do with as I please. This collar means that I won you."
If she lived through this, she would try to figure out how she gathered the strength to spit in his face with such accuracy. Barrington laughed with such malice a chill crawled down her spine.
"Spread her legs!" He ordered the two men. Then as soon as it was carried out he took the dueling pistol and rubbed it vertically up against the folds of her sex.
"How very naughty of you to spit in your Master"s face. Some people would tell me to kill you for that." Then he shoved the pistol in her as far as it would go.
Ambrosia whimpered at the thought of him pulling the trigger. She should have thought before spitting in his face. It isn"t the way she would like Mike to find her, dead on the floor in a pool of blood, instead of alive and mildly damaged.
Closing her eyes, she secretly willed Mike to find her faster. A tear streaked down her face as she heard the men holding her laugh. Barrington"s laugh joined them as he moved the pistol in and out of her.
"Look how wet she is getting, boys. I think she enjoys the feel of the hot metal between her thighs, a weapon with the power to kill a man fucking her. Sadly enough, Lady Wentwhore, you will have to go without it because I find that I cannot wait to find my own release."
With the jerk of his head, he motioned for the men to leave and then literally dragged her by the leash to the bed. He bodily picked her up off the floor and threw her on the bed, getting on top of her right away not giving her time to move. Barrington managed to get inside her until the body of one of his men smashed through the door.
A big hulking man stepped through the door. Ambrosia felt a profound relief rush through her. "Pig," was the only word she was able to get out before Barrington"s hand shot out to strangle her. He picked up the pistol and held it to her head.
Mike and Ben, both packing two pistols, followed Pig in stepping over the unconscious body. Mike raised a pistol and aimed it at Barrington"s head. Barrington laughed so gaily while strangling Ambrosia.
"What are you going to do now? I do not think you can get to me before I pull the trigger and blowing off this slut"s head."
The gun wavered slightly but he never put down his arm. "You better let her go because after you pull that trigger, you"re dead as well." Mike gritted out.
Barrington giggled like a delighted little schoolgirl. "It does not matter. I would have had my revenge on my blackmailer and the satisfaction that while I"m roasting in hell, you will be grieving for this little strumpet. Perfect payment for siding with her and betraying me."
Pig fisted his hands tightly so that they turned white and Ben"s mouth was compressed into a grim line. Mike looked frantically around the room for anything that would help him free Ambrosia and kill this sick bastard like he should have done in the library last night. His eyes lit upon the poor woman and then the man lying in a pool of blood. He noted the shot in his back and searched the signs for gunpowder. Not spotting any meant that Barrington might have neglected to reload his gun after killing the man.
Straightening his shoulders and hardening his resolve, he took good aim at Barrington who was now moving in and out of Ambrosia in hurried strokes; loving the fact he had an audience.
Mike closed his eyes and fired. His arm shook as he brought down the pistol. The next thing he heard was music to his ears. He heard sputtering. Opening his eyes, he raced to the side of the bed and pulled Barrington"s lifeless body off her. He took satisfaction in knowing that his aim was correct, that he shot bastard in the head killing him instantly.
Ambrosia was slightly bloodied and pale. She sat up and concentrated on getting her breathing back to normal. Ben went to find something not blood stained to cover up her nakedness. Mike took of the collar around her neck with great care and then held her to him thanking any higher power who would listen that she was alive, that his guess was right.
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