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Brand New BlackMarsh Mansion — Chapter 73 — Angels of Devil’s Gorilla’s

Sylvie the ‘wanna be Biker Bitch’ auditions in the backseat of a Ford pickup…

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Chapter 73

Crawdad impatiently waited for the mobile home installation crew to finish setting up two of the homes he had placed next to each other connected with a covered, screened-in breezeway, anxious to see if this method of housing staff and slaves would work as hoped.

If not… ‘nothing we can do about it. We’ll just have to get by.’

After walking through the first breezeway, he was quite happy with that aspect of it. They could bring the girls outside with nothing on but the high heel shoes that were padlocked to their ankles.

No neighbors within two miles. Plenty of trees still standing offered cover from planes and curious drones. That had just begun to be a problem and the house most responsible for snooping drones had been swept or blow away by the Tornado; occupants, drones, barking dogs, most unneighborly trouble mongers, all gone now thanks to Hurricane Ursala. Two days ago? Damn but time gets away fast. Just one week ago today we were setting up the auction.’

“Hey Crawdad! Your idea worked.” “It sure did. And has me thinking.” Crawdad began to pace out lots for three more mobile homes.

“If what they send are all doublewides, we can get by with the four we ordered. If not, we’ll double up two singles just like we did with these one, a breeze way to connect them.”

Crawdad walked over to a stalled Excavator. We have enough acreage for an Industrial Septic system. Tom assured me it will handle four double-wide or eight singles without causing districting problems.

“Separate system for the house when it’s finally built. Keep the girls in the manufactured homes for now, then once the house is done keep these. Rent them out like motel rooms, times of auctions, times we want a girl kept separate.”

“Makes me wonder why we didn’t do it sooner. Without that old bank of ancient cypress trees, I can see how much land you had here, still back from the swamp, not distant enough to keep alligators out.”

“Most times they’ll sit empty.” “Won’t that ask for problems?” Ray Taylor could think of many possible… and PREVENTABLE problems. “Infestations of rodents? Insects? Even snakes?

“It could,” Crawdad conceded. “I’ll have to keep a sharp eye on it. Jump on any sign before it becomes a problem.”

“Nothing we need decide now. Heard anything from Hades?” Crawdad stared. “Why ask me? He’s your brother!” “Just hoping one of us had word.” “I heard he’s setting up shop in Colorado. Why push him out of Sturgis?”

“I didn’t.” Ray took aim, shot a wad of spit into the hole at his feet, future home of their industrial strength septic mound. “Pueblo. They bought a small restaurant, waiting to close on a Sport Machine Repair Shop right next to it.”

“Like snowmobiles? Jet ski’s?” Nodding, Ray added, “ATV’s, motor bikes… Restaurant sounds a lot like George’s. Small café, breakfast counter, stools for singles, few tables, booths on the other wall.”

A woman’s scream interrupted. Men came running from all directions. Myra and Lily were coming above ground, climbing out of the dungeon. Right beside the trap door entrance a snake was caught in an alligator’s jaw, writhing its attempt to escape.

“Relax girls. It’s just a water moccasin fighting for its life.” Crawdad’s confidence helped alleviate fear of the snake but not the alligator. Ray had a taser, took aim, zapped the aggressor, inadvertently rescued the snake from certain death.

It was the alligator’s turn to suffer, left immobile, unable to stop the snake from slithering away. Everyone watched the snake crawl away before Crawdad barked orders to move.

“Up or down, in or out, just get your butts off those stairs before that gator recovers enough to move!”

Three girls scrambled out of the storm cellar, already locked to a hobble chain.

Onyx climbed out of the cellar last. “Couldn’t stand the complaining no longer. I’m going to walk or run that excess energy off! How long before that there is ready?”

Crawdad responded to the nod Onyx threw at crew setting up the manufactured home. “Should be late this afternoon. A lot of clean up inside to be done. Don’t poop ’em out too much.”

They were staking out additional home lots when Ray’s phone jangled with La Cucaracha, a tune he recognized and immediately knew who it was.

“Tell me you have him, Cardenas.”

“He’s… driving.” Manny’s voice carried over Hades' fainter, “Bro?” Something to Ray didn’t sound right. “Manny! You OK man? Is Hades?” Worry was plain and tore Hades apart to hear it.

“Oh… yeah. Got Hades. He’s driving this beast…” Manny ended the call, switched to messenger and facetime, called Ray right back. Stretching his arm forward, he turned his phone so Ray could see for himself. “Say something Hades. Set your brother’s mind to rest.

Ray didn’t give time; certain he’d know just by tone alone. “Hades! You OK little brother?”

“Better than a lot of others we left at that rest stop. I made it inside that concrete slab just in time.”

Manny broke in, anxious to show Ray their latest acquisition. Hades handed his phone to Stella. “Hook me up to that conference call.”

It came up just in time to see Sylvie’s mouth plunge the full length of the Mexican’s cock… all the way down to his short hairs.

“You’ve got to come to Colorado Ray… meet us at Rancho del Gohreelah. See for yourself. Or maybe I’m just tired…” Manny Cardenas stopped, his phone jiggled the picture jumped, then steadied. “No girl! Don’t stop. Stella! Video this! I want Ray to watch but I’m tired of holding this damn phone.”

Hades grinned at the scene unfolding behind him, grinned when his own phone pinged notification of the facetime conference call. Now he could hear all and watch as he drove.

Sylvie’s mouth had plunged down his cock that first night. Hades knew exactly what Manny was feeling at this moment. He glanced at Stella, Manny’s wife.

She seemed unfazed to see another woman’s lips sliding down her husband’s cock, but then, she had once been in Sylvie’s position, a possession of the club, not the wife of a leader. Manny had pulled her off Crawdad’s cargo trailer.

Hades could hear Sylvie slurp, reminded of the night following the Tornado. He’d been Sylvie’s first, had shown her how to do it, emphasized what pleased him most. When she’d gone down on Otto, he noticed she was tiring, told her then what to do when she wanted to force an ejaculation.

“Did you test that mouth out Hades?” Jesse’s face appeared on his phone screen. Glancing over at Stella he found that one smirking. “She’s my cousin. I have to protect her interests.”

“And I’m your wife. Did you get a taste of that?” Then without giving time for him to reply, “How many times did you ride that pony?”

“Cut the chatter! The man’s trying to enjoy a little fellatio!” Ray’s bark came through the phone but neither Jesse nor Stella paid him any mind. Ray was in Louisiana. The truck with Stella and Hades was nearing the Oklahoma border. Distance brought courage to defy this top club member.

Jesse’s attention was on her husband, not the monster-pig of brother-in-law. “I’ve just gone through two days of hell worrying about you, Hades Taylor. Sooner you get here so I can hold you…”

“It’s going to be a couple days, babe, but I’ll get there. Did Wolf and Mindy make it back with the baby?”

“Not yet but they’re on their way. Why two days?”

“Have to run past the cabin first, one last visit to close it down for winter. Best to do it while I have Manny and Ray there to help, if Ray makes it there before it’s done. Then Colorado Springs for a new bike. After that…” Hades paused to peer deep through the black of night several yards up the opposite lanes.

Though not certain it was law enforcement he spotted coming his way, Hades took his foot off gas, aware the weight of the cargo trailer would quickly slow his speed, hopefully enough to skate past that unmarked vehicle without getting clocked by radar.

When it went on past without blue or silver lights flashing to signal a quick turn around, Hades relaxed, noted he’d been right. It was an unmarked patrol car, most likely highway patrol, maybe a sheriff. Hard to tell at night.

Hades reverted attention back to the blowjob behind him, just in time to see Sylvie put her fingers beneath Manny’s balls at the same time her head bounced up and down like a ball nailed to a paddle board.

“She’s curling my toes, Hito! Slow it down, baby! Arreeba, baby!”

Hades grinned at the backseat, set cruise control for just five over the limit, then back to Jesse.

“Call Rick Sperling. Tell him to visit the cabin tomorrow… should be there midmorning, maybe a bit off with that, not by much though. He’s gonna want a piece of this one!”

In the bed of the pickup beneath a thick tarp, Bryson was dry but chilled. The Tarp had kept him from the worst of the inclement weather, sprinkles that came here and there. As the truck and trailer traveled north each degree of latitude dropped the temperature.

The only thing worse than what he currently endured was thought of what might happen to him when the truck stopped moving. ‘If Cardenas will just listen before…’

The thought that followed that one refused to form. Not by silent thought, not by whispered word. What did follow was the one image he’d never forget… a gun… flash of orange… tiny red hole in a man’s forehead… his lifeless body dropping to the ground.

‘A coward’s death. Don’t let that be me. Not me…’

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