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of makeup and perfume and comfortable living if we all pleased him. It didn't
matter that our chains were still on.
It was fairly late at night when they came for us. That same short-haired
bitch in black it was-Vogel's secretary or aide or whatever. "You listen good,
now,"
she said coldly. "You are about to be brought up to Gruppenfuehrer Vogel, your
owner and master. You behave and perform right and he can be most kind. You
nigger farm sluts just do whatever he wants and don't screw up. If he isn't
pleased, you'll go to the lab and wish you'd never been born. Now-come."
We didn't understand the specifics, but we got the message, and followed her
out and up a back stairway-tough in them leg chains-then down a second floor
hall past an armed door guard-there was guards all over the place- and into a
huge bedroom, the biggest I ever seen anywheres and the most luxurious, too.
"Wait here," said the bitch, and left. We heard the outer bedroom door lock.
There was stuff all over-valuable stuff, pretty stuff, even sharp stuff that
might be used
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20-%20The%20Shadow%20Dancers.txt as a weapon. We didn't move. This was the
last test, apparently.
Finally, a man came out of a far door, dressed in brown pants and shirt and
leather boots. He was a big guy, and chunky, but in real good shape, with a
rounded face and short brown hair. He had a small thing in his hands that
might have been a short whip or riding crop, and he had on a pistol belt and
holster with the pistol in it.
He walked up to us and got a queer half smile on his face. Finally he said, in
a rather mild and gentle voice, to each of us in turn, "What is your name?"
"Daisy, suh." "Beth, suh." "Lavinia, suh."
"Come on in back with me."
They said the entrance to the Safe Room was through the bathroom, but they
didn't say that the bathroom was bigger'n most folks livin' rooms. The door in
the back was open inward, but it looked less like a door than a bank vault,
and the wall through it was a good eight inches thick.
The Safe Room itself was about the size of an average bedroom, but there was
storage in the walls for all sorts of stuff, a desk and chair, and the whole
thing was carpeted in a thick, spongy wool. Vogel closed the door with a
chunk.
And I slowly returned. It was a weird sensation, like Brandy was being poured
from a bucket into the vast empty spaces of Beth's mind. The setup continued
to hold Beth forward, on automatic, but it was almost like I had two minds,
and the other one could take control anytime it wanted to. Vogel came over,
took off his gun and belt and put it on the desk right in back of me. I knew I
could get it before he could react, but I didn't even consider it. It was one
of the first tricks I'd fallen for in trainin', and I would have bet my life
that the gun was totally empty. There was a clip somewheres real near if he
needed it, but anybody who made for that gun would just be trapped.
No matter what happened, I didn't dare make a move till that security light
come on, tellin' me that the diversionary attack had started and that the
station was being invaded and secured. This room was a vault, all right; I had
a little twinge of worry that the warning light might be burnt out or
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somethin'.
I also figured Vogel was real kinky, but he wasn't as near far out as I had
been afraid he might be. He wasn't one of them game-playin' types, anyways-I
guess he did enough of that in real life. He had real clever ways of usin' all
three of us, though, and once he got naked and got started, showed a few
things I filed away for reference. He had a real good body, real hairy, too,
and a tight ass, and one humongous pecker. I just let Beth have free rein and
waited.
The soft white light in the room suddenly changed, blinking a real
weird-lookin'
red. He was so turned on and so into it that he didn't notice at first, but
when he came up for air he saw it. I never saw a guy come down that fast, but
he just got up, pushin' us out of the way, and went to the desk, opened a
drawer, and got put a handset phone and plugged it into a wall outlet. The
girls just kept goin' on with each other; even I was so turned on at that
point it was tough.
Vogel was clearly real pissed at the alarm, and if it had been anything less
than it was somebody woulda died on that wall out there. He calmed down the
moment he was told, though.
"An attack? Who? Well, try and find out, damn it! Can you hold? I don't care
what weapons they're using-you hold them! No-I'll wait it out here, but I'll
keep the line plugged in. You give me two short buzzes if they breach the
wall, one long if you want me to pick up the phone. Have all emergency
procedures in full effect as of now!" He put down the phone and turned back to
us. "Sorry, loves, but we have a problem. Don't worry-we'll get back to our
business, I
promise. Now I need you. Get up and help me move this desk."
We didn't feel none too much like work but we got up and helped him pull the
desk away. It was pretty easy-the thing was not that heavy-but his kind didn't
do no work when he had other folks to do it for him.
We pulled up the carpet where the desk had been and there was a door there
with a kind of combination lock built into it, like a safe. The emergency
tunnel! We didn't know about the lock, but I wasn't gonna make no move till he
twiddled it and then threw the switch and pulled the thing open. A long, deep,
black hole was all there was.
I really thought that maybe we was gonna luck out on this, that he was gonna
go
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people without me doin' nothin', but clearly he wasn't gonna move right off.
The phone gave a long buzz and he picked it up.
"Yes? All right, then. Best I stay right here for now. The station's on?
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of makeup and perfume and comfortable living if we all pleased him. It didn't
matter that our chains were still on.
It was fairly late at night when they came for us. That same short-haired
bitch in black it was-Vogel's secretary or aide or whatever. "You listen good,
now,"
she said coldly. "You are about to be brought up to Gruppenfuehrer Vogel, your
owner and master. You behave and perform right and he can be most kind. You
nigger farm sluts just do whatever he wants and don't screw up. If he isn't
pleased, you'll go to the lab and wish you'd never been born. Now-come."
We didn't understand the specifics, but we got the message, and followed her
out and up a back stairway-tough in them leg chains-then down a second floor
hall past an armed door guard-there was guards all over the place- and into a
huge bedroom, the biggest I ever seen anywheres and the most luxurious, too.
"Wait here," said the bitch, and left. We heard the outer bedroom door lock.
There was stuff all over-valuable stuff, pretty stuff, even sharp stuff that
might be used
file:///F|/rah/Jack%20L.%20Chalker/Chalker,%2...D.%20Inc%202%20-%20The%20Shado
w%20Dancers.txt (39 of 146) [1/19/03 4:19:22 PM]
file:///F|/rah/Jack%20L.%20Chalker/Chalker,%20Jack%20L%20-%20G.O.D.%20Inc%202%
20-%20The%20Shadow%20Dancers.txt as a weapon. We didn't move. This was the
last test, apparently.
Finally, a man came out of a far door, dressed in brown pants and shirt and
leather boots. He was a big guy, and chunky, but in real good shape, with a
rounded face and short brown hair. He had a small thing in his hands that
might have been a short whip or riding crop, and he had on a pistol belt and
holster with the pistol in it.
He walked up to us and got a queer half smile on his face. Finally he said, in
a rather mild and gentle voice, to each of us in turn, "What is your name?"
"Daisy, suh." "Beth, suh." "Lavinia, suh."
"Come on in back with me."
They said the entrance to the Safe Room was through the bathroom, but they
didn't say that the bathroom was bigger'n most folks livin' rooms. The door in
the back was open inward, but it looked less like a door than a bank vault,
and the wall through it was a good eight inches thick.
The Safe Room itself was about the size of an average bedroom, but there was
storage in the walls for all sorts of stuff, a desk and chair, and the whole
thing was carpeted in a thick, spongy wool. Vogel closed the door with a
chunk.
And I slowly returned. It was a weird sensation, like Brandy was being poured
from a bucket into the vast empty spaces of Beth's mind. The setup continued
to hold Beth forward, on automatic, but it was almost like I had two minds,
and the other one could take control anytime it wanted to. Vogel came over,
took off his gun and belt and put it on the desk right in back of me. I knew I
could get it before he could react, but I didn't even consider it. It was one
of the first tricks I'd fallen for in trainin', and I would have bet my life
that the gun was totally empty. There was a clip somewheres real near if he
needed it, but anybody who made for that gun would just be trapped.
No matter what happened, I didn't dare make a move till that security light
come on, tellin' me that the diversionary attack had started and that the
station was being invaded and secured. This room was a vault, all right; I had
a little twinge of worry that the warning light might be burnt out or
Page 47
ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html
somethin'.
I also figured Vogel was real kinky, but he wasn't as near far out as I had
been afraid he might be. He wasn't one of them game-playin' types, anyways-I
guess he did enough of that in real life. He had real clever ways of usin' all
three of us, though, and once he got naked and got started, showed a few
things I filed away for reference. He had a real good body, real hairy, too,
and a tight ass, and one humongous pecker. I just let Beth have free rein and
waited.
The soft white light in the room suddenly changed, blinking a real
weird-lookin'
red. He was so turned on and so into it that he didn't notice at first, but
when he came up for air he saw it. I never saw a guy come down that fast, but
he just got up, pushin' us out of the way, and went to the desk, opened a
drawer, and got put a handset phone and plugged it into a wall outlet. The
girls just kept goin' on with each other; even I was so turned on at that
point it was tough.
Vogel was clearly real pissed at the alarm, and if it had been anything less
than it was somebody woulda died on that wall out there. He calmed down the
moment he was told, though.
"An attack? Who? Well, try and find out, damn it! Can you hold? I don't care
what weapons they're using-you hold them! No-I'll wait it out here, but I'll
keep the line plugged in. You give me two short buzzes if they breach the
wall, one long if you want me to pick up the phone. Have all emergency
procedures in full effect as of now!" He put down the phone and turned back to
us. "Sorry, loves, but we have a problem. Don't worry-we'll get back to our
business, I
promise. Now I need you. Get up and help me move this desk."
We didn't feel none too much like work but we got up and helped him pull the
desk away. It was pretty easy-the thing was not that heavy-but his kind didn't
do no work when he had other folks to do it for him.
We pulled up the carpet where the desk had been and there was a door there
with a kind of combination lock built into it, like a safe. The emergency
tunnel! We didn't know about the lock, but I wasn't gonna make no move till he
twiddled it and then threw the switch and pulled the thing open. A long, deep,
black hole was all there was.
I really thought that maybe we was gonna luck out on this, that he was gonna
go
file:///F|/rah/Jack%20L.%20Chalker/Chalker,%2...D.%20Inc%202%20-%20The%20Shado
w%20Dancers.txt (40 of 146) [1/19/03 4:19:23 PM]
file:///F|/rah/Jack%20L.%20Chalker/Chalker,%20Jack%20L%20-%20G.O.D.%20Inc%202%
20-%20The%20Shadow%20Dancers.txt down and right into the arms of the station
people without me doin' nothin', but clearly he wasn't gonna move right off.
The phone gave a long buzz and he picked it up.
"Yes? All right, then. Best I stay right here for now. The station's on?
Good-what? Well keep trying the station, man! I don't like the smell of this!" [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]