“He has what you could call a ‘stable’ of sorts,” Cameron said. “He keeps a few women for himself, like Eastland’s wife, Tina. Then he farms them out to some of his friends for a while. Most of them end up making porn movies for almost nothing, while the rest end up on the streets. Almost all of them end up sold. Skitz doesn’t really care what happens to them. He uses them, sells them and then moves on to the next batch of victims.”
“And no one does anything?” I asked.
“No,” Cameron says. “Skitz has a lot of friends in powerful places. And they cover for him. Mostly out of fear of what he might do to them. You might be interested to know, Danni, that some of them are on the state medical board.”
“Well, that explains the lengthy delay,” Danni said. “What about Judge Alfred Stone? Is he one of Dr. Skitz’s friends?”
“He’s donated to Skitz’s charitable foundation, but so has most of the country club class in this area,” Cameron said. “There’s nothing to indicate any deeper ties. Thing is, Skitz is a real asshole, but he’s a damn good doctor.”
“I see,” Danni said. “So, what does Skitz plan to do with his patients when he closes shop?”
“The actual patients — the legitimate ones — will get transferred to other facilities,” Cameron said. “He has other plans for the men he has trapped there.”
“Other plans?” Grandpa asked.
“He intends to kill them and cremate their bodies,” Cameron said.
“And his staff?” Adrestia asked.
“He plans to give the legitimate staffers a good severance package and a recommendation,” Cameron said. “The ones who work in his ‘special’ ward won’t be treated so well. It would appear they know too much about what he’s been doing.”
“I’m surprised none of them have spoken out before now,” I said.
“You have to understand that he has complete control over everything in that place,” Cameron said. “And everyone. His control is so complete that he can order them to suck him off and they’ll do it. On the spot. I’ve seen him do exactly that several times in his brain feed.”
“How does he intend to deal with those staffers?” Danni asked.
“He’s already started. From what I gathered in his brain feed, he’s been slowly poisoning them for the last few weeks,” Cameron said. “Putting compounds in their coffee and office water coolers. So far, none of them have caught on. Once he’s dealt with the ‘patients,’ he’ll finish the staffers off. Worse yet, they’ll happily drink his brand of kool-aid.”
“When does Skitz plan to do all this?” Max asked.
“I’d say a week. Perhaps sooner,” Cameron said.
“Then we need to move, and fast,” Adrestia said quietly. “Thank you, Cameron. You’ve done excellent work, as always.”
“You’re welcome,” Cameron said.
“Do you happen to know where Skitz spends his time when he’s not at the clinic?” Adrestia asked.
“Yes,” Cameron said. “Most of the time, he’s at his compound east of town. It’s in a remote location. That’s where he keeps his ‘harem’ and does most of his planning.”
“Security?” Eli asked.
“Fifteen guards at his compound. Four at his clinic,” Cameron said. “Two of those are out of commission now.”
“Yes, we saw the report earlier,” Max said with a smile.
“Here’s what we’ll do, then,” Adrestia said. “Normally, Eli and I would handle this ourselves, but as the saying goes, many hands make for light work. I’ll take care of the other patients. I can get in and out of that clinic without anyone knowing. I’ll just have to do it quick.”
“Will you be bringing them back here?” Max asked.
“Yes, temporarily,” Adrestia said. “Eli, I’d like you to take Skitz and Mrs. Eastland into custody. Bring them to my courtroom if you would, please.”
“Alright,” Eli said.
“Cameron and Amos, I’d like the two of you to create a distraction while Eli takes them into custody. Draw out Skitz’s security and take care of them, please,” Adrestia said. She pulled out two rings from her pocket and handed one to Cameron and the other to me. “Use those to transport yourself to Skitz’s compound. Just press the blue stone in the center.”
“Danni, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to stay here and work with James and the others when I bring them back. I’d like you to work up the mother of all class-action lawsuits against Skitz’s clinic and his estate,” Adrestia said.
“His estate?” Danni asked, confused.
“Yes,” Adrestia said. “Trust me, he won’t be able to appear in court himself.”
“I… see,” Danni said. “You know a class-action could take years to get resolved, if ever.”
“I don’t think that will be a problem,” Adrestia said, glancing at Cameron. “Do you, Cameron?”
“No, it won’t,” Cameron said, winking at Danni. I looked at Cameron, then at Danni, confused. Adrestia turned to her husband.
“Max, I’d like you to accompany me to the clinic. The security there will need to be dealt with and the remaining staffers will need to understand that it’s in their best interest to testify against Skitz,” Adrestia said. “And I would appreciate the backup.”
“Of course, dear,” Max said, smiling.
“When are we going to do this?” Eli asked.
“I see no reason to procrastinate. Let’s do it tonight. Is Skitz at his compound, Cameron?” she asked. Cameron’s expression changed for a moment, and his eyes flashed.
“Yes, he’s at his compound,” Cameron said. “In fact, he’s having a nice little orgy with his harem even as we speak.”
“Perfect,” Adrestia said.
“Speaking of which, what do we do with his harem?” Cameron asked.
“Put them to sleep,” Adrestia said. “Not permanently, though. We’ll let the locals deal with them. You can handle that, can’t you?”
“Of course,” Cameron said.
“Good,” Adrestia said.
“Excuse me, but I’ll need to run home and grab my Winchester first,” I said. Adrestia nodded her head.
“That won’t be a problem,” she told me. “I’ll show you how to use the ring so you can do that and meet Cameron at Skitz’s estate.”
“Don’t ferget yer badge, pardner,” Eli said.
“I won’t, Grandpa,” I said. The badge he gave me had protected me before when we rescued Danni and our son from a rebel army in Mexico.
“When we’re finished, we’ll meet back here. Now, if there’s no questions, why don’t we go check up on our client,” Adrestia said. We all stood and followed Adrestia to the room where James was being cared for.
…
“That’s it. Suck it all down like a good little whore,” Edwin growled as he shot his seed into Tina’s willing mouth. He had just pulled his cock out of Lisa’s ass and unceremoniously crammed it into Tina’s mouth after grabbing her by the back of her head. “Too bad your wimp of a husband couldn’t be here to see you suck my dick after it’s been in Lisa’s ass. You love this, don’t you?”
“Mmm,” Tina moaned, unable to speak. She hated doing this at first and nearly got sick to her stomach the first few times he made her do it, but she managed to develop a taste for it after a few months. She especially liked doing it as her invalid husband watched from his hospital bed, unable to do anything about it.
Tina relished seeing the tears flow down James’ face as he watched her suck and fuck Edwin to completion. She would often finish the session by smearing Edwin’s ejaculate on her husband’s face, ensuring he got a nice big glob right in his mouth.
It wasn’t always like that, though. At first, she was horrified at the idea of cheating on her husband, but Edwin’s seduction was masterful — and complete. By now, she would do anything he asked her to do. And she had no regrets whatsoever.
After Edwin pulled his shit-covered dick out of Tina’s mouth, he smeared it on her face, and she wiped it off with her fingers before sucking them clean. The big guard who stood in the corner snickered as he watched the action in front of him.
Suddenly, the temperature in the room dropped. They looked around, confused, as their breath formed a frozen mist in the air.
“What the fuck is going on?” Edwin growled as he rubbed his arms, trying to stay warm.
“Dunno, boss,” the guard said as he shivered.
“Well don’t just stand there, you moron! Find out what happened to the heat,” Edwin barked. The guard headed for the thermostat, but the shadows in the room began to change and shift. As they stood, frozen, they saw a shadowy figure of a man form.
Chills ran up and down their spines as the figure coalesced. The square-jawed shadow man wore western-style clothing, with boots, spurs, and a beaten-up cowboy hat. They saw an old Texas Ranger badge on his shirt and a six-gun in a holster on his hip, and his eyes looked like orbs of fire.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Edwin asked.
“Name’s Peace. Justice O. Peace,” the man said. “And ah’m here ta take you in.” Edwin stepped back as the shadow man moved forward. The guard, who stood frozen in place as the man formed, found his backbone. He pulled his pistol out and stepped forward, ready to shoot the intruder. But the shadowy figure beat him to the punch — literally.
One hand quickly shot out and hit the guard across the face. The large man flew back and crashed against a rock wall before sliding to the floor unconscious, teeth and blood gushing from his mouth. The shadow man produced a long rope from somewhere and came for Edwin.
Before any of them could react, Justice wrapped Edwin and Tina in his rope and cinched it down tight, so neither of them could move. He picked them up with ease, slung them over his shoulder, then looked at Lisa, who was cowering in a corner, hoping the man wouldn’t see her.
“Ah got no beef with you, young lady,” Justice told her, his eyes flashing. “But if ah were you, I’d find another line of work. Good day,” he said, tipping his hat. With that, he vanished from the room, leaving Lisa to wonder what it was she had just witnessed.
…
I met up with Cameron just outside the large main house as bright lights suddenly turned on, revealing our location. I saw several large men taking positions as they pulled out their firearms. Some of them looked to be armed with AR-15s as well as pistols.
“About time you got here,” Cameron said. Just then, we heard gunfire, and I saw muzzle flashes. I saw several sparks in front of me and realized they were shooting at us, but my badge protected both of us. We quickly split up so as not to be open targets. I got into position and began cycling the action on my Winchester, aiming for the lights and the spots where I saw the muzzle flashes.