Free Cadet 3 by Commander James Bondage Page A

I’m really a city boy. You’ll keep my
secret, won’t you?” he asked, winking conspiratorially.
    “Now, as it happens, I’m in no position to
turn you in for the reward,” he went on. “You see, the boys and I
have a little meth lab out here in the woods, about a mile over
that way,” he pointed, “and we have no desire to attract the
attention of the authorities.”
    Jodie said, “You won’t have to worry about
being arrested if you help me. I don’t give a crap about your drug
business, Billy, and once this thing is over, I’ll be in a position
to make sure you won’t be bothered by anybody; state, federal or
local, if that’s what you want.”
    Billy shook his head. “But you don’t have the
full picture yet, General. You see, I left Baltimore because things
were getting a little hot for me there. I have a hobby that is
frowned upon by… well, by almost everybody.”
    As he talked, he was lowering the rope
holding Jodie, until her waist was level with his crotch. “You see,
the reason I had to leave Baltimore in such a hurry is my unusual
interest in pretty young girls.” His voice dropped. “Did you ever
hear of the ‘Jigsaw Man’, General Lawrence? Well, that’s me.”
    She had. The story had been carried all over
the country. Eighteen months earlier, Baltimore police had raided a
row house in a derelict section of the city, where they found
various body parts belonging to eight different victims, all
females between the ages of 18 and 30, wrapped in cellophane and
stored in a large freezer. The unknown perpetrator, subsequently
given the nickname “the Jigsaw Man” by the press, had never been
apprehended, in spite of a massive investigation led by the
FBI.
    When Jodie’s eyes widened in reaction, Billy
said, “So you have heard of me. Luckily for me, I was out of the
house the day the police broke in and found all those girls… well,
all those parts of girls, anyway… in my the basement. After I came
out here, I put together our little group, and introduced the boys
to my hobby. This area is practically the perfect place for it.
There’s nobody around for miles, so the little bitches can scream
all they want and the only ones hearing them are raccoons and black
bears. We even have a smokehouse next to the lab, where we can
preserve the meat after we’re all through playing with them. I got
lucky on Thursday. I picked up a couple of brainless freshmen girls
from Virginia Tech hitchhiking on Two-Twenty, and brought them back
to the shack. I kept a souvenir. Let me show you.” He opened his
waist pouch, fumbled around in it for a moment, and said, “Here it
is.”
    He held the object in the light. It was a
human ear. The earlobe was pierced with a lapis stud earring. “I
think her name was Tara. She was a cute little thing, and after I
cut this off, she couldn’t do enough to please me.” He tucked the
ear back into the pouch and smiled in reminiscence. “She was so
sweet and pathetic when she got down on her knees and begged for
her life that I almost didn’t have the heart to finish her
off.”
    Jodie stared at Billy with burning eyes. “You
are one sick fuck,” she said hoarsely.
    Billy nodded. “I sure am,” he agreed. The
knowledge did not seem to trouble him.
    He spun Jodie’s body halfway around, and then
began to rub up and down in the valley between her buttocks.
    “So you can see that even if I could trust
you to keep your word about the meth lab, there is no way you would
be able to overlook my other little guilty pleasure. I couldn’t
take even the smallest chance of anybody finding out what the boys
and I are up to out here,” he said. He jabbed unsuccessfully at her
back door a few times, then said, “Tight little thing, aren’t
you?”
    He went into his pouch again, this time
removing a small glass bottle with a wide bottom and long, narrow
neck. He reached around to show it to Jodie. “This is Louisiana hot
sauce. I never go anywhere without it.” He