"Which one is this?" she asked her sidekick.
Jason checked the jewel box. "Ellen Does Eugene."
"Has our guest shown any sign of cracking yet?"
"Hard to tell," he answered. "Her eyes still have that glazed-over look."
"I never thought I'd say it, but I'm with the morals freak on this one."
"What do you suggest?" Jason asked.
"I'll think of something. Just shut it off."
Jason hit the remote, and the grotto went blissfully silent. The throbbing behind Felicity's left eye would take a while to go away. Right now, she had business to attend to.
She walked between the screen and the chair they’d tied Blanche to and took a commanding stance, her feet spread and her fists on her hips. "Had enough?"
Blanche gave her a baleful look. "Do you filthy creatures actually watch that?"
"Not only do we watch it, but we force our guests to act in those movies." Major lie there, but dear Blanche couldn't know that.
Sure enough, Blanches eyes went wide. "You do?"
"Do as we say, or we'll paint your face and your nails and toenails. Then, we'll get the garage band from next door and start taping." Actually, the idea of filming Blanche in porno had a kind of comic appeal to it. With her shrieking and her feet flying as they'd done in the Slutmobile the night before, she'd make a great counterpoint for some bow-chicka-bow. Kind of the Marx Brothers meet Last Tango in Paris.
"I'd sue," Blanche said.
"We'd show the film in court," Felicity countered.
“You’re creatures of Satan,” Blanche said, her voice rising.
“So you’ve said,”
“Vile and corrupt,” Blanche added. “Disgusting.”
“No one’s perfect,” Felicity said.
"This isn't getting us anywhere," Jason said from where he stood behind Blanche.
"Right." Felicity made a fist and tapped it against her other palm. That ought to look threatening, sort of. “We haven’t done anything to you…yet.”
Except to tie her up and make her watch a bunch of raunchy sex. Lots of people would enjoy that. Blanche’s ample boobs were going up and down the same way they had with excitement the night before. In fact, she looked as if she’d rend her garments if she could get her hands free. Unless Felicity missed her guess, and she usually didn’t when it came to the sexual response, Blanche was finding the whole experience pretty exciting.
"Your friend violated my body," Blanche answered.
“You enjoyed it,” she said.
"Only because you'd done that...um...thing to me," Blanche said.
True enough. Felicity had sent her into sexual overdrive. But then, she’d had Jason take care of her cravings. Most women could only dream of having a lover like him.
"This still isn't getting us anywhere," Jason said.
Felicity stared up at him. "You think you can do better?"
"I don't think I could do worse," he said.
Felicity stepped aside. "Knock yourself out."
Jason walked around the chair and stood next to Felicity. "We can do this my partner's way, or we can do it my way. Your choice."
Blanche's gaze went from him to Felicity and back. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Wonderslut here is a lover, not a fighter," he said. "She hates cruelty. That's why she keeps me around."
Felicity did her best not to laugh at that. The guy was a real cream-puff -- a computer geek who wouldn't have seen the outside of a grody bachelor apartment if she hadn't recognized his abilities and hired him. Even then, she hadn't appreciated the talents in his pants until timid Jason had revealed his Piston identity. He hadn't kicked anyone's butt or twisted information from them that she'd seen.
Still, Blanche seemed to be taking his pseudo-threats seriously and had cowered back in the chair. "What are you going to do to me?"
"That depends..." He let several seconds of silence hang in the air. "On whether we believe your answers or not."
"I'm not going to tell you anything," she said.
Jason clenched his jaw. Very convincing if you didn't know him. "Wonderslut, get the nerve stimulator."
Nerve stimulator? She gave him a questioning look.
"Do I have to repeat myself, woman?" he demanded.
"No, your..." His what? His Smugness? "Your Piston-ness."
He scowled at her. "Then, do as I've ordered."
"Gladly," she answered between clenched teeth. He'd better have a damned good reason for pretending to order her around. And she'd better find something in the grotto that might look like a nerve stimulator. They never tortured anyone and probably didn’t have any device that would scare a kitten. She’d have to fake it.
She went to his desk and computer table. Nothing helpful there unless Blanche would mistake a wireless mouse for a high tech torture gizmo.
The racks of toys along the wall held more promise. The riding crop could do a number on nerve ends. She'd use that in a pinch. On the other hand, the long, skinny vibrator that was supposed to reach a woman's G spot would look a lot more impressive. She took it down and turned the dial on the base to test the batteries. Fully charged, the thing buzzed and twisted. Very effective.
Leaving it on, she returned to her place in front of Blanche. "Got it, Sir Pricksalot."
He glowered at her for a moment before turning to Blanche. "Now then, tell us how you found the Slutmobile."
Blanche rolled her eyes. "I live next door to David and Eileen. I saw you pull into the driveway."
"How did you know it was Wonderslut?" Felicity asked.
"How many Maserati's drive around your neighborhood?" Blanche said.
"We'll ask the questions," Jason said.
Felicity turned up the speed on the vibrator until the hum went to a really irritating drone. "Do you want us to use this on you?"
"What is it?" Blanche demanded.
Felicity glanced at Jason. Let him figure out how to explain it. "She wants to know what it is.”
Jason made a vague gesture in the direction of the vibrator. "I‘ll just bet she would."
"Well, what is it?" Blanche repeated.
"You'll find out when she shoves it down your throat," Jason answered.
Felicity glared at him. They didn't do crap like that, and he knew it.
"Or, somewhere," he said. "We could shove it somewhere, and you'll be sorry if we do."
What a major disaster. Just as soon as they took care of Blanche, they'd need to sit down and have a brainstorming session on how to look intimidating. If baddies were going to try to track Wonderslut down, they'd have to figure out how to fight back. This little charade would only give the forces of evil a good chuckle.
Jason cleared his throat. "So, you discovered us because we parked an expensive car in your neighbor's driveway.”
“David and Eileen,” Blanche said. "I always thought they were such a nice couple.”
"They are," Felicity said. “You’re the perv.”
"Where did you get the tracking device?" Jason demanded. "Did someone give it to you, or do you keep one in the linen cabinet just in case?"
Blanche glared at him. "I'm not going to tell you."
"Wonderslut," Jason prompted.
Felicity went to Blanche and waved the vibrator under her nose. Come to think of it, the probe looked like kind of a herky-jerky snake, winding around and around. It might be really frightening if you didn't know where it was supposed to go.
"I took an oath," Blanche said. "I don't break my word."
"Talk about not getting anywhere," Felicity said. "Let's use the rack."
"Rack?" Blanche nearly shrieked. "That's illegal. It's immoral. It's unconstitutional."
"So, call your senator," Felicity said.
"Come on." Jason grabbed Blanche's arm and nodded toward Felicity. "Let's do it."
Felicity had to struggle a bit with the knots they'd used to tie the woman, but in a moment she had Blanche free, and Jason had hauled her to her feet. While they pulled her toward the rack, she continued protesting loudly. Something about the chief of police and a strongly worded letter.
"Are you going to stretch me?" she yelled.
"Maybe we'll stretch your imagination," Felicity said.
"I'm going to report you," Blanche howled. "You'll go to jail for this. You'll hang."
"I doubt that very much," Jason said. "In fact, you'll thank us."
"Never! Never!" Blanche shouted.
They got her to the rack -- the same one Felicity had used herself for pleasure. Blanche had to be seriously twisted if she thought Wonderslut would hurt her, and she had to be seriously stupid if she thought this simple frame could stretch her to the point of pain. As Jason tied her wrists, Felicity leaned close enough to whisper in Blanche's ear.
"We're not going to hurt anything but your pride." Probably a really dumb thing to say to someone you were trying to get information from, but damn...Jason was right about her being a lover. She wasn't about to learn how to do harm to people, even stupid twits like this one.
"Now then, are you ready to talk?" Jason demanded.
“I’m not telling you anything,” Blanche shouted back.
“Go ahead, Wonderslut. Use the nerve stimulator on her,” Jason said.
Felicity stared at him over Blanche’s shoulder. What in hell was she supposed to do with the thing? What did “use it on her” mean? Jason just stared back at her.
Oh, well, she might as well put the thing someplace where it’d do Blanche some good, whether Blanche wanted good or not. She slipped the vibrator under Blanche’s skirt and moved the tip between her legs. After she’d probed a bit, Blanche shivered and whimpered. She must have found the woman’s sweet spot. Maybe, that would make her talk.
“All right.” Jason lifted Blanche’s chin and stared into her face. “Where did you get the tracking device?”
“I’m…oh!…not going to tell you.” Blanche answered.
“You’re getting excited, Blanche,” he said. “Isn’t she, Wonderslut?”
“I’d sure say so.” Felicity pulled the vibrator back. Making Blanche want more might get information out of her.
“You’re doing that thing to me again,” Blanche said. “Putting lust in my heart.”
“Not exactly the organ I was thinking of,” Felicity said.
“I can resist because I must,” Blanche said. “You can’t break me.”
“Yeah, right.” Felicity reapplied the tip of the vibrator to Blanche’s hot button.
Blanche let out a long, low “ahh” that sounded remarkably like enjoyment. “You two are evil incarnate.”
“We do our best,” Felicity said.
“You’ll climax in a moment,” Jason said. “If we let you.”
“Do what you will. I’ll never reveal his name.” Blanche’s voice was now rising in pitch, much the way it had the night before when Jason had had her all hot and bothered.
Jason’s eyebrow went up. “His?”
“His?” Felicity said in unison.
“My mentor, my teacher. My soul mate in decency!” Blanche cried.
“Tell us who he is,” Jason ordered.
“Never!” Blanche screamed. “Oh, oh…Sylvester!”
The dimwit had climaxed, shouting out her partner’s name at the moment of ecstasy. She quivered for a while, clutching at the bonds that held her up. After a moment, her body sagged and she moaned. “Oh, Sylvester…they made me do it. But, I thought of you the whole time.”
“Who’s Sylvester?” Jason asked.
Felicity removed the vibrator from between Blanche‘s legs and turned it off. “Never mind. I think I know.”
“You couldn’t,” Blanche said. “He’d never reveal himself to the likes of you.”
“Untie her and take her to the Slutmobile,” Felicity said.
“We’re done with her?” Jason asked.
“She’s told us everything we need for now,” Felicity said.
“I didn’t tell you anything.” The woman had gone back to shouting. Felicity gestured with her head, and Jason led Blanche away.
Innocent the woman might be. Gullible, certainly. If her Sylvester was the Sylvester Felicity thought he was, he’d put one over on Blanche, but good. He was using the little idiot to get to her. She’d have to get to him first.
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