Summer School & After School: The Ponygirl Omnibus Edition (38 page)

As she hurried
past,
Mickeal
reached out, grabbed her arm and pulled
her into the folds of the drapes. Gagged, she was only able to give a muffled
squeak, which was, of course, nothing compared to what was still coming from
the dining room, so no one responded to her cry.
Mickeal
put a gun to her head and she stopped wailing at once. Whispering into her ear,
he told her what he wanted.

      
“
Evie
, do you know who I am?” Slowly, she nodded and then,
despite the huge rubber gag in her mouth, smiled a big smile.

      
“Do
you want to get out of here?”
Mickeal
asked. The
small brunette’s head nodded enthusiastically and she murmured through the gag.

      
“Okay.
Hold still and I’ll get the chains off. Do you want to stay here and give me a
hand or do you want to try to get out and get help?”

      
Evie
looked at him, her brown eyes bright. She made a quick
nod and reached for the gun, which he gave her.
Mickeal
unbuckled the leather gag and popped the fat rubber penis form out of her
mouth.
Evie
licked her lips and then tried to
whisper, but the sound came out like a croak.

      
“Find
your way out of here. Use the gun if you have to. Remember these people will
kill you, so shoot them first,”
Mickeal
said quietly,
watching the hallway.

Evie
shook her head.
“
Naw
,” was all that came out of her parched mouth.
“I’ll stay,” she added, gaining better speech capability.

      
“Okay,”
he whispered. “How long have you been here?”

      
“A
couple of months,” she said, the corners of her mouth turning down as she
recalled the time she spent in the cages and cells below.

      
“How
many of those people in the dining hall are armed?”
Mickeal
asked.

      
“None,
I think, except the guards,” she whispered. “They had to leave their guns in
the reception. Only the guards have
sidearms
…and
Fabian, of course. What are you doing here?” she added, snuggling back into the
drapery with her rubberized body pressed against him.
Mickeal
couldn’t help but notice that her small pink nipples were standing out tautly
even though they were ringed and enclosed in the rubber fabric. She also wore a
pair of black high heels that seemed to be permanently fastened to her feet.

      
“I
came for all of you,”
Mickeal
said. He reached into
the waistband of the stolen trousers and pulled out another automatic, handing
it to her. “I am going to walk in there and shake them up. If I can, I’ll go
right for Fabian. You cover me and shoot anyone who makes a move. I know that’s
a lousy plan, but it’s all I’ve got.”

      
Evie
smiled and shook her head. “Let me do that and you
back me up. I can get much closer before they figure out anything is wrong.”

      
Mickeal
considered this, realizing that she was right.

      
“Okay.
I’ll stay out of sight, but at the first sign of trouble, I’m going in and I am
not planning to take any prisoners.”

      
Evie
nodded and checked the two pistols she now held.
Mickeal
knew she was an excellent marksman. They had spent
many hours on the shooting range and usually
Evie
beat him in accuracy points. Better yet, she was a true ambidextrous shooter;
her left hand was just as effective and accurate as her right.
Mickeal
started to move out of the shadow of the drapes and
Evie
tapped him with the nose of one pistol. “Wait,”
she said. “Put my chains back on. Give me a key. I can walk back in there and
get the drop on them. Then you come in and take over.”

      
Mickeal
quickly thought this over and picked up the collar
and waist chains, relocking them around
Evie’s
neck
and tiny rubberized waist. He thought about the cuffs and told her to put her
hands behind her back so no one would see that her hands weren’t bound. They
decided not to cuff her feet and just take a chance that no one would pay any
attention if this plan went right.
Evie
kissed him
lightly and then was gone down the hall, her rubberized little ass
tantalizingly tight under the latex second skin and the two 9mm Berettas held
behind her back.
Mickeal
thought for a moment what a
surprise any guard would have when this sweet little, rubber encased, thing
with the ponytail and the pistols came around the corner, breasts jiggling and
long pony tail swaying in her haste
. “I
hope she knows what she’s doing,”
he thought.

      
The
party was in full swing. Brandy, cordials and coffee were being served and the
wine and champagne still flowed. Everyone was by now more than half drunk.

      
Evie
saw this. It was what she expected. She casually
sauntered into the vast dining hall, the gag in her mouth with the ends lying
around her neck, but not fastened behind her head. She glided to the far end of
the table, her tall heels making clicking sounds that no one paid any attention
to. She stopped next to Fabian, placed one Beretta against the back of his head
and aimed the other automatic at the general group, moving her sights from one
guard to the next. Without her saying a word, silence slowly fell over the
room. Candles flickered, rotating, hanging bodies slowed and whips froze in mid
strike.
Evie
popped the gag out of her mouth, licked
her lips and grinned at her suddenly rapt audience.

      
“Very
good,” said
Evie
in a controlled and even voice. “I
am a police officer and you are all under arrest.” Someone snickered,
suppressing a drunken laugh.
Evie
aimed at the sound
and fired two shots into the flower arrangement half way down the table. The
vase exploded in a shower of flowers and shattered glass. The women at the
table screamed.

      
“Anyone
else have a comment?”
Evie
said quietly. “Guards, cut
those women down. Everyone else sit where you are. Hands on the table in front
of you. In case you are wondering, between these two guns, I have more than
thirty rounds of nine millimeter. It may not be enough to kill all of you, but
the odds are on my side. I am a police officer and you are all under arrest.”

      
“Me
too?” said Fabian, smiling and starting to turn his head towards the former
serving girl.
Evie
lifted one automatic above her
head and brought the butt down hard on the top of Fabian’s head, ruining his
carefully combed hair and dropping his head into the dish of half eaten
chocolate soufflé in front of him.

      
“Resisting
arrest,” she said flatly.

      
Fabian
groaned and started to raise his head, his hands reaching into his pockets.

      
“Still
resisting arrest?”
Evie
asked as she repeated the
blow to the same spot. Fabian stopped moving. The guests were all frozen in
time.

      
“You,”
Evie
shouted, pointing one gun at the
whippers
. “Drop those whips and get moving. I want all four
of those women cut down now.”

      
“Fuck
you,” said one of the guard women as she reached for her holstered weapon.
Evie
used the Beretta in her right hand, the same one that
she used to crown Fabian. She raised the weapon slightly, quickly drew a bead
on the guard and shot her squarely between the eyes. The guard fell backwards
against Groff’s slowly spinning body and crumpled to the floor.

      
“Anyone
else want to resist arrest?”
Evie
said, sounding
nasty now, her exposed nipples hard and erect. “I’ve got plenty of ammo and the
more you resist, the fewer we’ll have to prosecute later.”

      
She
moved down the table, her second pistol now stuck in her waist chain against
her flat stomach. The latex skin helped hold it in place.

      
“Hands
on the table everyone. Anyone with invisible hands gets shot. No more warnings.
Make a move and die.” She turned again towards the hanging girls and their
remaining guards.

      
“Now
get those girls down. Now! Drop your gun belts first. Do it! This is your last
warning,” she yelled at the guards who were still in shock and looking dumbly
at their dead colleague. The three ex-
whippers
took
off their belts with the array of tools and weapons and they clattered to the
parquet floor. They unfastened the rope links between the hanging women and
then lowered the chains, unwinding the winches slowly so that the dangling
bodies did not fall. All four captives were immediately on their feet, standing
still while presenting their manacled wrists for release. The tension in the
room was electric. Only
Evie
seemed automated. She
continued to scan the room.

      
Suddenly
there were two shots, close together. Someone screamed and a man at the table
spouted blood from his head and fell backwards, tipping his chair over and
crashing to the floor. A small caliber automatic fell from his left hand.

      
“Anyone
else want to try that?” shouted
Mickeal
from the
entry hallway where he’d been stationed since
Evie
conked Fabian on the head.

      
“Well,”
said
Evie
, a bit smugly, “I wondered when you’d show
up.”

      
“Been
here all along,”
Mickeal
said. “But you were doing so
well I saw no reason to interfere.”

      
“
Mickeal
,” Groff shouted, finally free of the chains and
helping release the others. “Boy, am I glad to see you.”

      
“Likewise,”
said
Mickeal
. “You ladies feeling up to rounding this
gang up and getting everyone ready for jail?”

      
“We’re
happy to help,” said Brenda, rubbing her swollen wrists. “But can we get some
clothes on first?”

      
“Why
would you want to do that?” said
Evie
, now standing,
legs apart in shooter’s stance, at the opposite end of the table, still
scanning the group and swinging the pistol from one rigidly posed guest to
another.

      
“You
cannot detain us here,” said one man in a tuxedo halfway down the table. “I am
a Belgian citizen and you have no jurisdiction.” He pushed his chair back from
the table and started to stand, his hand in his pocket.

      
The
single round hit him behind the ear and he tumbled forward, crashing into the
elegant china and crystal place setting, his left hand still in his pocket.
Mickeal
kept one of his many automatics leveled at the man,
making sure that he did not move again.

      
“
I
have jurisdiction here,” said Groff to the rest of the guests. “And you will be
wise to stay put while we search and detain you.”

      
“Jean,”
said
Mickeal
. “Check his pocket. I saw him going for
something.”

      
“It’s
on the floor,” Groff said as she walked over and bent down next to the dead man
in the tux. She came up with another small piece, this time a hammerless
revolver, and kept it.

      
During
the next hour, several things happened. The dinner gang was rounded up,
stripped to their underwear to make sure they were not armed, and then laid out
on the parquet floor, face down, spread eagle. A few decent articles of
clothing were picked up and donned by the rescuers who had remained naked throughout
the confrontation.
Mickeal
and
Evie
each put on a confiscated shirt.
Bibi
, Groff, Brenda
and Lucy all acquired minimal adopted garb. Happily,
Bibi
found her Bell & Ross watch, still on the wrist of the woman who had taken
it from her.

      
“How
nice of you to bring my property back,” she said. “Haven’t seen you since the
windmill, but I’ll bet you were the one outside with the rifle too,” she said.
Bibi
removed the watch and substituted a set of cuffs,
pulling the woman’s arms behind her back and locking the cuffs extra tight.
Bibi
went on down the line of prostrate guests, removing
wallets and jewelry from them. Some protested, but most were silent, hoping to
get out with their lives and not too worried about their jewelry at this point.

      
“I
guess this just goes to prove the very old adage that says if you want to gain
a significant advantage of surprise, pop up naked,” said
Evie
,
laughing. The four other women she had just helped save laughed as well.