Jon Reskind - Sir Launcelot volume 1

Silk Weaver didn't intend to be on the stooge-end of the stick too much longer, he was thinking as he stepped into the elevator and pressed the top button, thankfully leaving the din of the casino behind him. He had his plans… Max Bovino had built the perfect little empire for him. Max had Parksburg right in the palm of his hand, in fact, the whole damned county, all the way to the state capital. How else could he get away with running a crooked gambling casino on a wide-open basis, say nothing of the Godamned filthy sex-shows he put on before the public eye without bringing an enraged society of do-gooders down on his head? It was that Godamned filing cabinet of information he kept locked up in his study, that was how; volumes of compiled, scandalous data on every important figure in the city and county… closet-skeletons the blind-man had patiently dug out while he planned his siege of the city, then used along with a little financial juice to set himself up as the invulnerable kingpin… and all of that was going to belong to him, Silk Weaver… when the right time came.

Inside his own neat little quarters, Silk made himself a drink. He couldn't keep his mind off Lily. He owed that bitch and he intended to pay her in full that very night. Snake, was he… well, that was just going to make it all the easier for him, once he got at that luscious, soft white body of hers. He walked nervously around the room, his cock pulsating with lust-incited anticipation, so much so, that he unzipped his fly and let it burst out of his pants like a long, heavy lance, its purple head glistening as he reached down and stroked the heavy foreskin back and forth over the rubbery knob.

Shit, he couldn't wait any longer! He went to the house-phone and called down to Lou Freed.

"Bring Lily up here," he ordered, unloosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.

"She ain't come on with her last performance yet, Silk," the other replied.

"To hell with her performance. She's coming up here to put on her last show," Silk said, his throat tight with desire. "Tell Rose to take over for her, and don't waste any time. I want that little cunt up her now!"

"Okay, Silk… whatever you say," Lou Freed replied and hung up, while the pitted, hawk-faced man stripped the clothes from his thin body as he walked to his bedroom and slipped on a cheaper version of Max Bovino's dressing gown.

Lily couldn't imagine what had come over her. She sat alone in the dressing-room only her sheer peignoir around her, endeavoring to fathom the source of the tiny sensations tingling through her body… erotic little titillating prickles that were filling her belly and loins with an indistinct excitement. She hadn't had a thing to drink all evening, except the Cokes, of course, but at the moment she found herself wishing that she was going-on instead of Charmine, so that she could enjoy the release her dildos would bring her… but she had at least another thirty-minutes; Rose was just finishing up.

God, what was happening to her, anyway? If-if only Max would send for her. Her brain swam giddily and that, neither, could she understand. It was almost as if she'd shot a light dose of smack, she was thinking vaguely, yet knowing that it couldn't be so. She'd never touch the stuff again, nor any other drug…

Lily barely heard the knocking, but was not surprised when the door opened and Lou Freed stuck his head inside.

"You're wanted upstairs, baby," he said. "Right now, come on."

"B-But I've got another show."

"Forget it. Upstairs, and on the double."

Max wanted her, Lily thought delightedly. God, her little wish had come true. She didn't try to contain her smile as she got to her feet and unhesitantly followed the heavy-set, lumpy faced, ex-pug along the narrow corridor to the staff elevator.

As they ascended silently, she couldn't help but feel Lou Freed's eyes raking her thinly covered nakedness with desire-filled eyes and the temptation to provoke him sensuously with maybe just a touch of her hand on his prick, or… but they were there then, and the door automatically folded open.

"This way," Lou said, taking her arm and leading her in the opposite direction from Max's entrance.

Something wasn't right, Lily reasoned in her glazed mind and she hesitated, reluctant to accompany him. She looked up into his red-rimmed eyes, shaking her head negatively. "Wh-Where are you taking me…"

"Come on, come on!" he snapped, yanking her roughly, his big hand gripping her slender wrist firmly as he dragged her to Silk Weaver's door.

Too late, Lily realized what was happening. There was no time to struggle, even to scream; quickly he opened the door and shoved her inside, following close behind. She started to scream out then, even knowing the futileness of it. This whole floor was sound-proof, every room a sound-sealed chamber of its own; no one could hear her if she shrieked her lungs out… Then… then, she saw Silk Weaver, in his dressing gown, enter the room from his bedroom doorway, a drink in his hand, and the tented, pole-like protrusion below his belt line indicating his already erect penis.

The horror of her situation struck her immediately. At the very least, he was going to rape her… and whatever else, she could only surmise in growing terror.

"M-Max will kill you for this!" she rasped, struggling to free her wrist from Lou Freed's powerful hand.

Silk's thin face twisted into a fiendishly evil mask of raw salacious lust. "Sorry, cunt… but this time you're wrong," he hissed. "Max gave you to me for my pleasure… and that's just what I intend to have with you… pleasure… only my kind of pleasure, eh?"

Lily could barely breathe; she was that frightened. It was as if all the air in her lungs had suddenly lumped into her throat. She gasped, then managed: "Y-You… you lie! Max loves me! I know he…"

Silk sniggered and drained his glass, setting it on a small casual-table where several slender, hand-carved ebony figures were displayed. Thoughtfully, he picked up one, a bizarre replica of a nude young African native girl, obviously in advanced pregnancy; he studied it. It was perhaps a foot long and some two-inches in diameter at its widest point… the girl's belly. Then, he looked up at the beautiful blonde, fear-stricken girl. He said: "Max wouldn't piss on you now, baby. He's got his new Su Lyn. You… you belong to me… as you're damn sure going to find out in a very few minutes." Then, to Lou Freed, he added: "Take her in the bedroom and tie her face down spread eagle."

Lily screamed then, again and again, neither man trying to stop her, and as she saw Silk turning away to make himself another drink, the powerful Lou Freed dragged her into the bed room, stripped her peignoir away with two vicious ripping motions and threw her face down onto the bed, climbing on top of her back to pin her securely while he tied both of her hands to the bedposts, and then her feet.

Lying as she was with her face pressed into the silken coverlet, her legs apart, feeling more naked and shamed than she had ever felt, even before a lust-filled audience, Lily didn't try to stop the tears rolling down her face. Her heart was pounding with a mixture of feelings. Her armpits and loins were hot and moist… and then, she felt Lou Freed's big hand smoothing over her buttocks and down through the crevice toward the hairless, open flesh of her shaved vagina.

"That's enough!" Silk barked. "Get out!"

The big man grunted, muttered something under his breath and left. Silk followed him to the door, then closed and locked it. He finished his drink, picked up the ebony statue once more and re-entered the bedroom. He walked to the bed where the voluptuous blonde lay securely trussed in her obscene position, completely at his mercy, then, he took off his robe and looked at himself in the mirror, his scrawny, wiry frame with his long, heavy-veined, rigid shaft. He massaged it gently, and looked back toward the bed. Lily was staring at him and now there was unquestionable fear on her lovely face.