Raising Little Tabby Jack Part Three by BikeWriter..,
This is the ongoing story of a rape, torture, and snuff victim who survived. , Poor Tabby looked stricken, she’d never seen me as affected by anything as I had been by my fear for her life after finding out one of her rapists was still at large. She asked me, “Jack, what’s wrong?” I realized I was being a poor leader in not showing her a confident front. I gave her a long loving kiss and held her slim body to me possessively.
“It’s nothing we can’t handle between the two of us, my love, my life, my soon to be wife! Get dressed, we’re moving out.” She smiled at me so damned prettily in relief I nearly took her back to bed right then, but my instincts were telling me to get the hell out of there. Following them has kept me alive through all sorts of shit, and I certainly was not going to ignore them with my darling Tabby’s life possibly at risk.
Before we left the room I told Tabby, “I have to ask you one vital question, my Darling, though most people would think you’re still a baby. Will you use a handgun on one of these murderers if they attack us? I have to know so I can know how best to react myself.” She bravely told me, “If I don’t ‘Bonnie’ will, Jack!”
I handed her a .357 Magnum revolver loaded with hollow points and some extra half moon clips, and told her, “That’s my love! We have a new house rule, Dear. Both of us will be within reach of a weapon at all times. Here’s yours. It works just like the revolver you shot so well today, except more so. We’ll practice with it later. Remember, tap, tap.”
She stuck the revolver into her new purse. It was an uncomplicated weapon. It had no safety to forget, and while it was exponentially more powerful than the .22 caliber she’d shot, with it she only had to make one good hit to incapacitate or kill someone. I drew my favored .45 semi-automatic from the shoulder holster and held it in my hand as I loaded the rest of our weapons and gear into the truck.
Twenty minutes later and halfway across town I pulled into a mall parking lot and used my cell phone to call John Kelly, the President of the police officer’s union. He answered giving his name and I told him, “John, Jack Wilson here.” He returned, “It’s good to hear from you, Jack, will you be at the funeral tomorrow?” I told him, “Not officially, John, but we will be there. Will you please accept Bob’s flag in Tabby’s behalf and hold it for her?”
Tabby was briskly nodding her head and crying beside me, and I reached a comforting hand to her. John told me he’d be honored to, and I gave him the bombshell, “Thanks, John. I hope you’re sitting down. Tabby told me it was four men who tortured and raped her and her mother and murdered her parents. Check the DNA tests when they come in.”
It took John only a moment to digest this, then I heard, “Oh, fuck!” I told him, “That was close to my own reaction when I realized what she’d told me. We moved immediately, and we’re both armed and dangerous. If we need backup we’ll give you a shout.” John came back with, “Anything you need to take care of her you call me. I mean that most sincerely. Oh, my God, that poor child! I’ll talk to the detectives in charge of the case now, and line up some mug shots of the suspects and any known accomplices of theirs.”
I told him, “Yes, I know, little Tabby has been through hell, and I’m training her to avoid that again in the future the best I know how.” Tabby held tighter to me. “You do that about the mugshots, John, I’d rather you be hunting him, than him possibly hunting us. We’ll get back to you soon.”
I was feeling better about Tabby’s chances for survival now. For one thing I’d considered myself invincible until my first day of combat, then I’d realized the keyword was dispensable. I’d survived many attempts on my life since, but where Tabby was concerned I’d go Kamikaze on anyone threatening her!
Under any other circumstances I would have had her a thousand miles away by daylight, but we owed it to her parents to attend their funeral and I knew it would help her in her grieving and recovery process. I resolved to make a run for it if we saw any signs we were being hunted though.
Before we left the parking lot I switched to another set of legal plates I had in the truck. Behind the truck seat I had one of those mechanic’s creepers on rollers used to work under vehicles, doesn’t everyone? I explained to Tabby what I was doing and why. This would be the furthest we’d been apart since the incident.
I kissed her and the darling thrust her own tongue into my mouth. Her youthful passion fired me up and we dueled with our tongues and lips. I moved my mouth to her shoulder and lightly bit her. “Oh Jack,”she pleaded, “I’m almost there!” I didn’t have the heart to leave my Darling on the verge of an orgasm.
I laid her down in the truck seat, and pulled her britches and wet panties down. I had room then to spread her legs enough to lean toward her and lick her hot pink clit and pussy lips. I reached for her nipples and she began to moan, “Oh yes, thank you, Love! That’s so good, I’m cumming!” I tried my best to lap up all her sweet juices, but she was flooding me! She began to breathe easier then and I helped her to straighten her clothing.
My prick was so hard it hurt, but damn it, I’m supposed to be the one of us with discipline! I left her relaxing in the seat and slid under the truck on the creeper with a flashlight to inspect the undercarriage for radio tracking devices. Yes, I know it was a crazy thing to do. I believe I’ve mentioned before I’m paranoid, haven’t I? I’ve also outlived a number of saner people who were in the same situations I’ve been in. My raging cock barely cleared parts of the undercarriage of the truck.
We rode around town for a while watching carefully for anyone tailing us and didn’t detect anyone. I was schooling Tabby on some of the finer points of escape and evasion tactics and strategy as I drove. One I showed her was approaching traffic lights just before they changed, going through them, then watching to see if anyone ran through them to follow us. We also did that, then ducked down the next side street, and zig-zagged around to throw off anyone following us.
When we were satisfied we were clear we signed into another motel with parking that couldn’t be seen from the road, and settled in for the night. Tabby and I placed our weapons on our respective nightstands, and we got cozy again. I asked her, “Would you like some more of that loving I gave you earlier, Sweetheart?” She told me, “I thought you’d never ask, Jack, but when do I get to make you feel good?”
“I’ve been thinking, Sweetie, wait, don’t run away,” I joked, “we’ll go by the courthouse tomorrow after the funeral and get a marriage license. You know, Judge Thomas, of course, he played poker with your dad and me. We can see him and ask him to do the honors if it’s okay with you?” I could tell my Love was thinking, too. “Okay, if you can wait I can, but you have to give me lots of sweet kisses!” I was very happy to oblige my little darling. She’d learned a lot from her and Marcie’s kissing practices, and I think she was improving my own techniques.