Never: an erotic retelling of Peter Pan (38 page)

                                         
Chapter Twenty

"Darling, don't worry.  Everything's fine here."  Belle lounged back in Pietre's chair, the phone in one hand, a glass of chardonnay in the other.  "Yes, I've introduced Wendee to the other two mermaids and they're getting along well.  I'll send you a tape."

"Mmm," she nodded, then sipped her wine.  "I've told Xavion about the threat.  He has everyone on alert...  Yes, yes, your computer boy is looking for them but there's some problem with the radar...  No Armande wouldn't be game to..."  Belle took another sip, allowing herself a brief smile that she knew must be kept out of her voice.  "Have I ever let you down?  Darling, you have to stop worrying.  Concentrate on your problems there and leave Armande to us.  I'm sure we can hold out for another two days...  Yes, of course I'll be careful. 
Au revoir
."

Belle severed the connection, then immediately activated another call.  She took a sip of her wine, savouring the sharp, clean taste, thinking about the night to come.

A different voice came through the earpiece. 

Xavion
. 

He sounded fuzzy.  Indistinct.  Had she woken him from one of his brief sleeps?  Even better.

"This is Belle," she announced, pausing a moment for effect.  He said nothing.  "I've just spoken to Pietre.  He's worried about the threat from his brother.  Is there news on the radar?"

None.  Christophe says we're completely blind.

Perfect.  "We need to discuss this.  Come to the control room." 

The silence that followed her request was heavy, but Belle merely sipped her wine and waited.  Would he ask what she was doing in Pietre's private domain while the 'Boss' was away?

The mice were about to play and there was nothing Xavion could do to stop it.  Still, Belle was curious to see whether he'd try.

Ten minutes
? he asked, and Belle had her answer.

Ten minutes.  Time to shower and prepare himself?  She smiled cynically.  "Make it twenty."  Let him sweat for ten.  She cut the connection.

She'd been saving Xavion.  Waiting for the right moment. 

                                     
Chapter Twenty-One

"Man, I'm gunna poke this cock up your ass if I don't find somewhere else to put it soon," Nick complained.  "It's been weeks and weeks and weeks - "

"Two weeks," Tony said, giving the moonlit lagoon another sweep with his binoculars.  "At least we're out of those stupid fucking loincloths."  He shrugged his shoulders inside his black work-shirt and added, "Keep your mind on the job.  We're here to protect Belle's 'mermaids'."

"I'd like to fuck Belle's mermaids," Nick said loudly and Tony lowered his binoculars to rabbit punch his brother's shoulder.  "Ouch.  Shit!"

"Shut up and keep your eyes open," Tony instructed quietly, then went back to scanning the quiet compound.  All four mermaids were inside the pavilion tonight so there wasn't much to see, but Tony knew Xavion would have his ass if he missed something.

"Why are we guarding them anyway," Nick grumbled.  "There's cameras everywhere."

"Because Xavion told us to," Tony answered, effectively ending that argument.

Nick was silent for a minute, then said, "I don't know why we can't just fuck one on the side while - "

"Jesus!"  Tony turned on his brother.  "They're dykes, you stupid fuck.  And they belong to Belle."  He shook his head.  "If you touch one of them she'll cut your balls off and cook 'em for dinner."  

"All right.  All right."  Nick grabbed his binoculars and started a wide sweep.  "But Wendy isn't a dyke," he grumbled softly.

Tony deliberately ignored him, turning back to focus on the pavilion where Wendee was being 'entertained'.  It was well lit and he saw shadows moving inside, but to linger on that would only make him restless, like Nick.  He moved his attention back to scanning the perimeter of their compound.

He and Nick had been watching over the lagoon every night for the past week.  Some nights had been quiet.  Other nights they'd seen Wendee and the blonde in the lagoon together, and there were times they'd made him as horny as his stupid younger brother.  Celibacy wasn't something any of them were used to.

Unlike Nick, however, Tony had his brains in his head. 

Wendee's arrival had meant the clearing out of 'playthings' from the caves but Tony had accepted that.  It had got him a couple of days off work - prancing around in costume admittedly - but worth it to get at Wendee.  She'd been one memorable fuck.  After another. 

Tony was used to the bosses 'games' and soon enough this one would be over.  The caves would be restocked and they could all get back to normal.  For a while. 

Tony was smiling wryly to himself when he felt a nudge.

"What's that?" 

"Where?"  Tony looked over his binoculars then aimed them on the figure leaving the pavilion.  It was the blonde.  "Seriously nice tits on that one," he commented softly, "Fucking waste."

A second later he felt Nick groping his crotch.

"Who needs to keep their mind off their cock?" the bastard taunted. 

"Shut up."  Tony slapped him away, and at that moment the communicator in his ear beeped. 

They were still facing each other and Nick touched his own ear to indicate that he'd also been signalled. 

As was their practice, it was Tony who responded, "Tony here."

Xavion.  Belle wants the blonde taken.  One of you bring her to the caves
. 

Nick mouthed, "Me.  Me."

She's strong.  Drug her.  When you get her there she's to be trained as a playmate. 
  

Tony frowned.  "Repeat?"

Tell her she can only see Wendee again if she learns how to please us.  Nick can take her in and convince her.  Persuasion, but no force.
 

"Yes!"  Nick said triumphantly, reaching into their kit bag for the dart gun.

Tony, you stay and keep watch until I relieve you at midnight
.

"Understood."  Tony turned to smile at his brother.  "Lucky bastard."

"I'll leave some for you.  Don't worry."  Nick smirked, then slunk off into the undergrowth as silently as a panther.

Through his binoculars, Tony watched the blonde stumbling along the path that led to the beach.  Her shoulders were shaking.  Crying?  He hoped that would make her amenable because now that she was on the menu he really wanted to fuck her. 

His own experiences had shown him that sexual orientation was fluid, so he hoped this one would try.  Nick would soon find out.

"Bring her down, bro," he whispered to himself.  She was side-on to him now and he had trouble holding the binoculars steady as he imagined burying himself in those huge tits.  What a gift.  Belle had never handed one of her 'friends' over to them before.  Tony wondered what this one had done to deserve her fate. 

He watched as she stumbled again.  This time she went down.  Three seconds later Nick appeared, had the girl over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and was trotting off towards the caves before Tony could catch his breath.

"Hey, there's no rush,
man
," he said and smiled to himself.  Nick's cock was probably pumping his legs double-speed. 

He watched the girl's juicy breasts bouncing against his brother's shoulders with every step and it made his own cock harder still. 

Adjusting his pants, he turned back to the compound.  Only another three hours until Xavion relieved him.  By that time Nick would hopefully have persuaded her to take instruction and the others might have had their turns.

With luck he’d have her all to himself.  Then there'd be pussy-pie for the entree, pussy-pie for dinner, and guess what for dessert? 

                                     
Chapter Twenty-Two

"Is that what you wanted?"  Xavion said stiffly as he turned back from the control panel.