The Creep (28 page)

They walked in and the effect was staggering. They were in a magnificent, spacious cave that had many smaller caves leading off it. It was truly awe-inspiring, with colorful cave drawings and decorative hieroglyphics on the walls, just right for stimulating the emotions of primitive, raw sex.

There was a dazzling waterfall at the far end and
The Flight of the Bumble-Bee
was playing
gently. There were smaller waterfalls and fountains around the other walls of the huge cave. Colored lights - cleverly and discreetly placed - created hues of red, green and purple around the rocks, waterfalls
and the colorful rock plants and delicate flowers that were growing. As the music changed so did the lighting.
A perfect setting for sex games.

A profusion of phallic-shaped stalagmites and stalactites added to the eerie cave-like effect and Bishman thought;
you can always remember which is which because girl
’
s tights always come down.

Bishman explored each of the caves. They varied in size and each had its own feel and its own decor. The larger caves had waterfalls and reflecting pools. All were full of furs flung over king-size beds. The lighting in all the caves was controlled by dimmer switches on the wall, the lighting creating wonderfully warm effects. Each cave room had showers, hot pulsating water at the touch of a button, no faucets in sight - the water looked as though it was coming out of the rock and created a waterfall that you showered under. Someone's spent millions on this place, Bishman was thinking when he heard Leo laughing and talking:

"Bob, come and meet some young friends of mine, my sex slaves.
Carol, Mandy, Debbie, Patty, Wendy and Bobby.
The young lads are John, Max, Eddie, Richie and Peter. This is Bob, and I want you to make him feel at home. They all know the
rules
here - there aren't any, ha ha ha!"

These were real
youngsters,
the oldest was about
nineteen
, the youngest about
fifteen
. None of them had any clothes, other than the same type of kimonos that Bishman and Leo were wearing. All had colorful Japanese designs on the back: dragons, eagles,
tigers
, humming-birds, all beautifully embroidered.

There was a lot of giggling. They were all standing about in the main cave, around what appeared to be a huge wishing well. "This is the magic wind well. It's been designed for reduced noise and maximum pressure," Leo said as he switched it on by pressing a row of colored buttons in a side panel. The well was thirty feet deep and twenty feet wide. At the bottom was a mesh of heavy wire in three-inch squares. A gush of warm air started to rise as the
fan in the bottom built up speed. The noise was wonderful and the rush of warm air invigorating.

"This is what we do for fun at Skybo Castle," shouted the eccentric billionaire over the noise of rushing air. Each of the sex slaves was holding a bottle of baby oil. They derobed. "Anything goes here, Bob, you just enjoy yourself." With that Leo dropped his robe, fa
rted really
loudly, shouting "It's still working!" and dove over into the wind well. Everyone roared with laughter. Bishman looked over the edge, but Leo hadn't gone far - he was literally floating on a powerful column of warm air that was gushing upward. "When we get a power failure the fan loses speed and we all crash to the bottom. Thank God it doesn't happen too often!"

"What?" Bishman never heard the reply.

Mandy and Wendy dove over next, and so did Richie and Peter.

"Never mind, come in join the debauchery, the wind is fine!" Leo was already groping his young sex slaves.

Bishman dropped his kimono to the floor and dove over the side. He was surprised he wasn't suffering from brewer's droop, he'd drunk so much, but the sight of all those nubile bodies had already given him a handsome hard-on. For a moment his heart fluttered - he thought he was going to hit the bottom, but there was no way: the powerful, warm jet of air supported him and he felt just like a sky diver. He popped up like a cork, the pressure of the air making his eyes water.

Everyone was shouting and screaming and laughing, baby oil was flying in every direction.
Mid-air collisions.
Bouncing off the red and blue velvet padded sides. Hands grabbing asses, tits, pussy and cocks - it was a
marvelous
orgy.
A wind well of interlocked human flesh.

Leo was the first one up and out and over the side, satiated. Bishman followed him; the youngsters were still fucking and sucking each other.

While they had been cavorting, refreshments had been brought in and laid out buffet-style on a long trestle covered with a white table-cloth. Chicken drumsticks, vol-au-vents, oysters, king-size prawns, lobsters that were cracked open, a hot garlic butter dip being kept warm over a small candle, and popcorn. Bishman ate, drank, smoked and chatted to Leo.

Both of them laughed as the sex slaves carried on cavorting, totally oblivious to Bishman and Leo watching them over the side.

"I like looking at youngsters fucking each other,
it
turns me on. You know what,
Bob,
we've got two-way mirrors throughout the castle in all the bathrooms and bedrooms. When we throw a party you'd be amazed at what some of these women get up to in the bathrooms.
Frigging themselves off, combing their pussy hairs, picking scabs, shitting, hiding sores with powders and fucking around in general.
Fucking and
tonguing
each other and dragging the occasional guy in there and fucking his brains out.
Outrageous!"
Leo roared. Bishman laughed louder.

"I like making films of it all, I can't get enough of it. You like films, Bob?" Leo dunked a huge lobster tail in the hot garlic butter dip.

"Yeah, sure I like films. What kinda films you talking about?"

"You
know,
films.
Films!"
Bishman still didn't really know what Leo meant, although he did have his suspicions.

"When you've had enough victuals, we'll have a couple of sex slaves each and go our separate ways. I want more of that
Debbie,
she's got the softest tits I've ever felt, and those freckles, Oh!
those
freckles. After that you can have whoever you want." The hedonistic Leo picked up another large lobster tail and belched loudly.

"I'll have Wendy and Peter," said Bishman with a lecherous grin.

"OK, done, I'll take little Eddie, he gives the best head, and he has such a tight little ass. In
the morning come down to breakfast at about nine-thirty, ten - no later - because we've got a long day ahead of us. I want to give you the complete five-dollar tour of Skybo Castle. I hope you've enjoyed yourself so far." Leo burped.

"Too fucking right I have, I'm shagged out already,
I
don't know what you think I can do with Peter and Wendy."

"You'll think of something. See you in the morning - hang loose, babes." Leo took Eddie and Debbie and wasn't seen again until morning.

Bishman took Wendy, a delicious fifteen-year old blon
de with big tits and Peter, a sixteen-
year old boy who had the cutest face and a tight ass to match, to the cave that he'd chosen. A waterfall, reflecting pool, green lights,
a
king-size vibrating bed covered in furs and a mirrored ceiling were the cave's main attractions. The three of them dove in the waterfall-shower and started soaping each other up and splashing around.

After the three of them were satiated, Bishman wanted to talk. He started before the others had chance to fall asleep - it had been a long, horny session.

"How come you guys got to know Leo. Where did you meet him?" Bishman asked in a coaxin
g, gentle way. He was great wi
th young
people
, he created instant rapports. He found it easy. He knew where he was going to lead with his line of questioning but he decided to do it in a roundabout way rather than come out with direct questions.

"I was panhandling in Brooklyn. His chauffeur, Lenny, gave me some money for coffee
and cigarettes. He got talking. He asked if I'd like to get away from Brooklyn and live in the country and do cleaning work for cigarette money and a little dope. At first I refused but I just fell into it after a while. He brought me here about six months
ago,
I've been here ever since. It's quite a
good deal compared to living on the streets." Wendy smiled
seductively as
she put her dressing-gown back on.

"Same with me," said Peter. "I used to live on the streets in Queens, until I met with these guys. Lenny gave me money and food then brought me here. I've been here longer than Wendy but I don't know how long. What's your name again?"

"Call me Bob." Bishman smiled at them but really he was smiling to himself as he sensed oncoming action.

"How many others are there?" asked Bishman.

"How many what?"
Wendy asked with a questioning smile.

"Well, for a start, sex slaves that I haven't met; cooks, cleaners, guards. The place is a fortress." Bishman stubbed his cigarette.

"Well, there are probably about another twenty sex slaves you've not seen, but they all live in the same quarters as us," said Wendy. "As for guards, there must be forty or fifty of them, but the place is so big, you never see them all in the same place at the same time. When we play in the tennis courts and walk in the grounds you see them dotted all over the place.

"The staff is a regular ten and we know all of them. They do all the cleaning - we don't do any of that, although we thought we would. We're only used for sex."

"What do you think of that?"

"Tonight was OK, but sometimes Leo brings people here to make films with who are right bastards. They really hurt."

"Yeah, that Walsh guy was a right bastard!" Peter winced.

"Yeah, and another guy he brought here ages ago, Roger - he was
mean
."

"What kind of films does Leo make? He keeps telling me about films."

"Don't know. Whenever he makes a film with a guest and some sex slaves we never see them again to ask them." Wendy was smiling again and her tits weren't quite covered.

"What do you mean, the sex slaves go off to make a film and then you don't see them after that. They go back to Brooklyn or Queens or wherever they came from?"

"I suppose so, I've never been able to ask them," said Wendy.

"I'm tired." Peter yawned. He wasn't quite getting the drift of an important and dangerous conversation.

"Yeah, so
am
I. Good to know you guys. Let's talk some more tomorrow."

Peter fell asleep. Bishman kissed and cuddled Wendy, a soft and sensuous fifteen-year-old, not the kind of girl you fuck just once. He could feel himself getting hard again. He fucked her one more time and rolled over. He whispered
in her ear: "Just in case I don't see you in the morning, during the day have a look around the place and see if you can find me some of the videos that Leo's made. I want to see them for myself." He fell asleep with his finger up her ass.

Harvey let the emotionally and physically drained Bishman sleep for the next nine hours while he played back tapes and made copious notes about extermination of human garbage.

Three days later Bishman's mind kicked into gear. He needed no prompting from Harvey, who was struggling with his own innermost turmoil:

When Bishman awoke everyone had gone. The tim
e was 9:30
am. He had thirty minutes to wash and shave. Fresh clothing was laid out in the cave room. He had to freshen up quickly. He mulled over the night's activities. His subconscious had processed a lot of information. He knew he was treading on dangerous territory here. He was going to be lucky to get out of here alive. He knew what
kind of movies were
made here
...
snuff movies! He went down for breakfast.