Distraction

I spotted the tail after a couple of blocks. Not too shabby but the lack of traffic gave him away. I was going too fast for any sane person in this weather, and this goon was riding almost exactly 3/4ths a block behind me. The heap was swerving everywhere. I told Pris to hold on and made a sharp turn, the car sliding on the snow out of control and up on the sidewalk.

I got out, cursing, and made like I was checking the tires. He had to go passed me. Didn't get a good look at his face, but the nice Ford he drove would be easy enough to remember. He'd be off to a pay phone to tell someone else to pick me up. I watched him turn a couple blocks ahead. Hmm. Might try to circle me. I hopped in and hit reverse, trying my best to stay to my own tracks, and then turned down a side street. The bitter cold and roaring snow, couple with the fact I didn't just keep going, would play Hell with them picking up my tail again.

As the jalopy swerved and churned down the road, I felt Pris's eyes on me. "Spill it. What's on your mind?" I said, lighting a Lucky for each of us before passing it to her.

"Is this how it always is for you, Mike? I'm so goddamned horny I'd suck the cum from a hobo right now." I thought about it.

"Yeah. Pretty much. They amplify everything. I can't just get grumpy, I get spittin' mad. I don't get "aroused", I become a damned sex maniac." The mansion wasn't far now. No tail for the last 10 minutes. "I think we have the element of surprise, doll." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"So what's the plan?" she asked. I could smell her sweet, womanly scent.

"Since I don't have a piece I need you to create a distraction."

"What kind of distraction, Mike?" Pris said. My grim smile caused her breath to catch.

"Not you, doll. Liluza." I watched her eyes shimmer to life. A playfully seductive expression came over her.

"What is your command?" she asked, her hand massaging my penis through the trousers. I thought about letting her keep going, but it was hard enough to steer so I shot her a look. She giggled and scissored her legs. "Oh, she's so wet...mmmmm" she said, sliding her hand off of my crotch and onto hers.

"First, we need to get in the gate, then I need you to distract that goon with the Tommy gun." I said, listening to her fingers slide in and out and her soft gasps and coos. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Tell them you have possessed my secretary and are bringing her for the coven."

"Oh I like that...I like that very much." Liluza said through Pris's body. I tried not to think about what exactly I was about to put Pris through, but it was the only way. Not like I could call the law and tell em' a Satanic gangster was forcing my demonic pal to fuck a bunch of beautiful women and it was up to us to save him, could I?

We switched seats and I got as low as I could. We pulled up to the mansion. A real strong gust hit, shaking the car. I heard a low rumble above. "Aw jeez! Lightning AND snow!?" Pris said. That's right, baby. Thunder and Blizzard, Fire and Ice. I had a big mean ball of hatred burning me up, and I was going to burn this cult to the ground.

"Kaine residence." the intercom spoke.

"This is Liluza Daimonea. I have brought a present for Master D."

"Very well." The gate buzzed, and opened. She drove up the slippery drive as light hail hit the car. What was next, locusts? She parked it a good 15 yards back and opened the door. the goon at the door was shivering, his Tommy gun slung over his shoulder. I heard a warm greeting and a giggle. I tried not to think about it. The front door opened, and then shut. I poked my head up. Both her and the guard were gone.

"Okay, Mike." I said, and slipped out the side door. I made my way to the door and tried it. Locked. I cursed, and made my way to the window, the wild winter winds tearing at my overcoat. I could hear them inside. I peaked in. He was laying the Tommy gun down and she was unbuttoning her coat. I gritted my teeth when they met in the center of the room and kissed.

"I could use a drink." I heard her say. He kissed her again, getting a handful of ass this time; and sprinted away, grinning. Pris got to the window and unlatched it. "Get inside!" she said in a harsh whisper. I climbed in, fighting the 100 year old curtains.

"Good. I'll just grab the typewriter and write his obituary." I said, already making my way to the gun.

"No! You won't think he'll notice!? Just hide and wait before you go getting us caught when we just got in the door!" I looked at it, and her. She was right. I only had a minute, tops, before he was back from the den with booze. I gritted my teeth, and slipped from the room and around the corner. Not 10 seconds later, I saw him return. With the butler.

I heard them drink and chuckle for a couple of minutes, but it wasn't long before chuckling gave way to another sound. Pris was panting, and moaning lowly. "Hold it together, Mike. Just hold it together. You have to wait. Don't imagine what they are.."

"Oh! That's good. That's good! Mmmm!" she moaned. I closed my eyes as I heard her first gasp. The hard slap of skin on skin told me what was happening. I tried to calm my breathing, but it wasn't going to happen. "Put it in my ass...put it in...AHH!! OHH!!!" she moaned. "Harder! Both of you! Harder!" I heard her beg. The wet, fast pumping causing her to squeel. I got low, and slid back into the room. One of them was below, ramming his cock deep and hard into her asshole. The other one, the butler, was between her legs, fucking her so hard her legs were shaking. I gritted my teeth, and slipped the Tommy gun from the counter. As I made my way down the hall, I heard her scream in exstacy.

"Great plan, Reilly. Really great plan." I said to myself. I went into the den I'd met Melanie Kaine in. The screen on the massive fireplace was open. I knew immedately that there'd be stairs going down inside. The intercom came on. I ducked behind the couch, and listened.

"Billy, Otto, Frankie, your presence is requested at the main entrance." a man's voice said through short breathes. I could hear Pris moaning in the background. They were talking and laughing as they came up the stairs. I gripped the Thompson and cringed as they went passed me.

"Liluza sure takes care of us! Hope this one's gag reflex is better than the last!" he said.

The other one laughed and replied "Well, all five of us were inside at the same time. Didn't know an ass could stretch that far without tearing."

"Haha, it didn't! Had to wash blood off my trousers and it looked like I pissed myself!" He joked. They all laughed, and made their way to Pris. Liluza had better be doing all she could to protect her, or I didn't give a damn if I had to rip a hole in the side of Hell itself that demonic cunt would pay for Pris's pain.

I started down the stairs, when I heard Pris's moans of pleasure shift to screams of pain. I stood there, the Tommy Gun in hand, listening until her mouth was stuffed and the screamed bacame gargled pleas for mercy. My knuckles were white around the wooden grip.

"Nuts."