Welcome To Nico's Island

This one is the beginning of a change in tone for this story. By the end of this chapter, the story will take a darker tone and I may change the rating to an "M". You are about to see why the bad guys are bad, and just how bad they really are.

John

Hilton Suites Hotels

Oahu, Hawaii

8:05 am local time

Sam still struggled for breath after the rigorous morning lovemaking session with Freddie. It still amazed her how after all this time he could reduce her to a quivering mass of jelly with just a touch or even the hint of the "pulse thing" that he used like some men used a well turned phrase to turn a woman on. She wondered how it was that she had ever let this man slip away from her and what great and good fortune had brought him back into her life. She knew women who even though married, still looked at other men and some who cheated, and couldn't for the life of her understand why. Sure none of their men held a candle to Freddie, but still she couldn't imagine ever letting or wanting anyone other than Freddie touching her. The thought made her ill and scared her when some men looked at her with hunger in their eyes, because she would never belong to anyone but Freddie, and would rather die than let someone else touch her in an intimate way other than Freddie.

She laid her head on his chest and ran her hand absentmindedly through his chest hair as she listened to his heartbeat.

They had arrived in Hawaii twenty hours ago, four days after the San Francisco heist. Freddie had gone on the web and went to a site he had helped create and left a coded message for Nico Channing that he had paintings and the chemicals that he was looking for. It had taken seven hours, but they had received a reply with instructions on where to pick up plane tickets for Oahu and hotel reservations once they got there. Sometime around eleven am they would be told where to meet a seaplane that would fly them to Wheel Island.

Freddie and Sam had been checked in under the names Jonathan and Jennifer Hart and Al had been checked in as Charles Townsend, all in the hopes of keeping the intelligence community from tracking them down and avoiding another fiasco like the art gallery shootout and the chase through San Francisco and the Golden Gate fireball. So far they hadn't noticed anyone following them or watching them.

The woman who placed the lei's around their necks when they had landed knew Freddie and Sam was once again left to wonder how in the hell he ever had time to steal anything with the number of women that he seemed to have spent time with. She did have to admit that the fact that they all knew who she was and spoke of how in love with her he'd been and still was made he feel special, well that and the way he made love to her so many times a day and always told her how much he loved her.

Al had run into a woman named Ruth and the two had disappeared into his room sometime after Freddie and Sam had emerged for their meal break in-between making love. The Benson men must have had some sort of corner on the market when it came to making love, because women seemed to remember them and the sex long after it was over.

Freddie's hand made lazy circles across her back and he held her close lightly pressing his lips to her forehead humming "It Had To Be You" to her. He had sung it to her before the wedding and at some point during every week of their life together he would sing it to her or hum it, and he would dance with her, just the two of them. She smiled as he hummed and began to kiss his chest, working her hand down his ab's till she slipped her hand underneath the sheet and found his alert and ready member as she closed her hand around it.

"Already?" she smiled as she ran her hand up and down on it.

"See what you do to me?" Freddie grinned a wicked grin at her and ran his own free hand down her flat stomach as he moved the sheet off of her breast and took one in his mouth.

Al flushed the toilet and washed his hands. He took a moment to look at himself in the bathroom mirror. For a man of eighty he was a damn fine looking man. He was still limber and spry and as he turned to look at Ruth laying in the bed, he knew he could still use the old "pencil" to "write" his name pretty well. He looked back in the mirror and stared at the necklace around his neck and the two golden bands that hung from it. He smiled and thought to himself, 'Just a little longer Natalie and I'll join you baby.'

Al and Natalie met purely by accident. Al was about to steal the Blue Goose diamond necklace, but one hour before he got there the Countess that owned it threw a shit fit about finding a pubic hair in the bathroom in the suite and had demanded another room, so Natalie had somehow wormed her way into the room. So Al got surprised, Natalie got scared, and they ended up making love. Al despised the word sex, he had never had "sex" in his life, he preferred making love. Sex is what animals have and do, humans should make love.

After the first night, in Paris no less, they became inseparable and married and for three years they were in heaven. Then Al got arrested in Rio and things went bad quickly. The local mayor was an insufferable ass and as creepy as he was dangerous and he had taken a shine to Natalie. He had Al beaten for six straight days before he let Natalie see him and then explained he wanted something stolen and would be willing to let Al go if he did this for him and if Natalie slept with him. If she wouldn't he'd have Al killed. Natalie had done as the mayor wanted and it got Al freed. She hadn't told him what had happened or what it had taken to get him out. She had hoped that no one would have to know, but when they had given the mayor the jewel he wanted he had told Al how much he had "enjoyed fucking the shit out of his wife" and that was why he was set free.

Despite the fact that she did it to save his life, Al couldn't stand the thought of it and it drove a wedge between them. Feeling betrayed and hurt Al divorced her and they went their separate ways. The only problem was that despite it all, he could never fall out of love with her. While he rarely went without female companionship his heart couldn't let Natalie go. He spent the next eleven years in sort of a romantic fog, longing for something he had thrown away.

After eleven years, quite by chance, they ran into each other in Paris. It was a much older and wiser Al Mundy who courted and wooed his lady love the second time. They had a twelve year run that was pure bliss and then came the most painful day of his life.

November 28, 1981

The yacht that they owned was struck by a freighter and sank. Al had been at the bow and Natalie at the stern. He spent most of the night looking for her only to find her body some distance away just after daybreak. He held her for the next four hours till they were picked up.

The gold chain he wore was hers, a present on their second honeymoon, and he took her ring and his and placed them on it and took to wearing it all the time.

He spent a month "in the bag" and then thought how pissed she would be at him for acting that way and he pulled back from the edge. He became the fun loving Al everyone remembered, but with a touch of melon collie that was just barely noticeable. He was actually relived when the doctor told him about the cancer. He missed her very much and was ready to see her again.

Then the grim reality of prostate cancer set in, the slow, almost agonizing, way that it took you and the pain involved. That was why he wanted to get out and physically help his nephew. He wasn't suicidal, but if the need for someone to sacrifice themselves, he was going to take it.

"Al baby, are you coming back?" Ruth asked from the bed.

He popped a pain pill and turned around showing her that he was indeed "ready" again, "I think I can come again," with a smile and raised eyebrow.

Around eleven a tall leisurely dressed young and tall dark headed man knocked on the door. Sam opened it and the young man asked to speak to "Mr. Hart". Sam showed him in and went to get Freddie. Sam noticed that the man didn't even look at her, she wore a halter top that showed off her large for her frame breasts and a wraparound skirt that showed of her gorgeous legs, and wondered why. She got her answer when Freddie came into the room in his shorts without a shirt. The young man all but drooled on himself staring at Freddie's chest and crouch. 'Great, it's bad enough I have watch out for other chicks, but now dudes too," she almost wanted to laugh out loud.

"My name is Daren Stephens and Mr. Channing sent me to let you know that the agreed upon price has been placed into your numbered Swiss account as requested and along with his thanks invite you to his island to discuss your further business dealings. You can meet the seaplane that will take you and Mr. Townsend to the islands at one-thirty this afternoon in Kalalau Bay on the southern tip of the island. I'm to stay until you check the account and are satisfied that everything is to your liking.

Freddie checked the account and noticed that the money was indeed there and told the young man he was happy and that he could go. The young man shook Freddie's hand and seemed to be in a trance, he just stared at Freddie and Sam believed she could see the outline of an erection in his pants and lust in his eyes. It made her want to laugh and just made Freddie uncomfortable. Freddie had to clear his throat to get the young man to release his hand. After he left, Sam leaned against the balcony window and chuckled, "Do the "pulse thing" on him and he'll probably blow you and hug you the next time he sees you," She grinned and began to laugh.

"Yeah, I don't Switch hit baby," he grinned, "My wife doesn't like to share me."

Sam walked up to him and ran her right hand up and down his chest as she stood on her tip toes and touched her lips to his saying, "And don't you forget it."

Kalalau Bay, Hawaii

1:30 local time

Al stood on the dock watching the seaplane as it came in for a landing in the bay. Sam and Freddie were sitting on the beach with a few of the other people waiting to be taken to Wheel Island. Al felt the presence of the man behind him before the hand touched his shoulder and the rich baritone voice spoke to him, "Al Mundy, I was hoping I had heard wrong about you helping your nephew with these thefts."

"Derek Flint, you mean ZOWIE is in on the chase now?" Al said extending hand to his old friend.

"I.C.E. is to, Helm is here also," Flint shook Al's hand and gave him a sour look, "I can't believe you would turn so bad Al, why?"

"Is Matt with you or should I expect him soon also?" Al asked.

"He's got my back right now, and you didn't answer the question!"

"Look Derek all I can say is things aren't what they seem. You know this business as well as I do and sometimes white is black and black is white, that's the nature of the beast. While I admit my character is questionable to some degree you know that I'm not going to take part in anything that is harmful to the public. I need you to trust me and let us do our job," Al looked at Flint straight in the eyes and Flint saw for himself that his old friend was sincere about this.

"I missed you at the dock," he shook Al's hand but held the grip just a little longer as he said in a low voice, "If you screw me on this Al, no mercy, got it?"

Al nodded and smiled, "Thanks old buddy, and I owe you."

Flint turned and ambled his way back up the path from the beach and disappeared over the hill. Freddie and Sam joined Al on the dock as the plane came to a stop.

"Who was that Al?" Freddie asked.

"Just an old friend," Al smiled.

The Wheel Island Group

South Pacific

2:00pm local time

Nico Channing stood in the middle of the spacious office in his house on the middle of the six island chain. Five outer islands of varying size surrounded the larger inter-island. The group was connected by bridges so that from the air it gave the appearance of a wagon wheel, hence the name.

At just over five foot ten inches, Nico made quite a striking figure. Dark brown hair that was close cut and a mustache and goatee, tanned skin, dark brown eyes that turned almost black when his dark side showed itself, a charming smile that hid the monster that lived inside the attractive outer shell, and a ruthless streak that would put Hitler to shame. He made his fortune trading on the misery of others, selling death one snort, smoke, or shot at a time. He didn't care about anyone else's pain, not even when the death he sold claimed his brother and mother. He knew that you must take what you want anyway you have to. That was why he bought these islands, he was king here and this was his jungle to do whatever he wished. Here he was God and all will kneel before him or pay a heavy price. He looked over at the couch in one corner of the room and saw Gloria sitting quietly, still feeling her last dose of "cheer" as it coursed through her veins. He didn't mind her using it, although he himself never touched any drug, it made her more compliant which he liked.

The large doors at the other end of the room swung open and Nico's right hand man Tony walked in with the director of his Asian distribution Kelly Hong. Tony stood six feet tall with a shaved head and tanned skin. He was well built very handsome. Hong stood five-six and looked scared out of his mind.

"Ah Mr. Hong, I see that Tony found you," Nico smiled and for a second Hong swore he looked like a shark about to feed.

Tony approached Nico and sat down in the chair in front of him. Nico leaned down and ran his hands inside the flowered shirt that Tony wore and kissed his cheek and nibbled his ear, never taking his eyes off of Hong. Hong shifted in his seat, nervous and sick at the sight, and began to tremble just a little.

"Mr. Hong we, er… I should say you, have a problem," Channing began to talk as he walked over to the nervous man, "almost a half a million dollars is missing from the Asian coffers. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?"

Hong shook his head and felt sweat roll down his back. His tie seemed to be choking him and he pulled at the knot a little to help him breath.

"Now Mr. Hong," Channing smiled and spoke in an almost lighthearted manner, "Your lips say no-no but your eyes say yes-yes."

Tony stood and walked behind Hong as Channing sat on the table in front of him.

"I disappointed and more than a little hurt that you would do this to me," the shark smile spread across Channing's face, "I pay you well, allow you to have a nice house, wife, and child, and this is how you repay me? I have to ask myself what did I do to you that I deserve to be treated like this, I mean I'm at a loss as to why you would do this to me? I trusted you, protected you, and treated you like a brother and you repay me by shitting on me and stealing MY MONEY!"

The last two words were yelled and Hong felt his bladder release and the warm fluid run down his pants. Channing turned around and then back to face Hong and the shark smile and gentle tone was back.

"Well Mr. Hong, needless to say I have to let you go," he sat back down in front of Hong and shook his head, "I want to show you something."

Channing snapped his fingers and a woman, Tony's sister, also six feet tall, bald and a swimmers build escorted a woman who looked heavily drugged into the room. Hong tried to rise but Tony's strong hand kept him in his seat.

"Sheila," Hong screamed, "You son-of-a-bitch, what have you done to her?"

"You see, you see, it's things like that, that complete lack of respect that you show to me after everything I've done for you, I've never seen anything like it," Channing shook his head, "It just makes me sad."

Hong felt his blood boil. He wanted to pound Channing into mush. He was snapped out of his murderous thoughts by a slap from Tony, "Look at Mr. Channing when he speaks to you!"

"Despite it all Mr. Hong I have no intentions of killing you," the shark smile returned to Channing along with something much more disturbing in his eyes, "I'm going to teach you a three part lesson in the consequences of greed. I hope you learn well, so you can avoid this problem at whatever job you end up at. Tori if you would?"

Tony's sister touched a panel along the side wall and a large screen turned around on the wall. She touched the screen and a drawer opened at the side and she placed a disc in it and closed it. After it loaded the screen was filled with a homemade video that angered and made Hong sick. Tears began to rundown his face and he looked down.

"Oh no, no, no, you can't learn your lesson if you don't watch," Channing nodded and Tony forced Hong's head up so that he could see the abomination that filled the wall. His wife Sheila had both Channing and Tony inside of her. Tony was sodomizing her while Channing had her riding him. The whole room was wired with speakers and the sound of the rough sex bellowed throughout the room. Hong tried to tune it out but the sound overwhelmed his ears. They were taunting her, calling all kinds of vile ugly names as she screamed, humiliated her.

"She really is a great fuck once you get her going," Channing smiled as he bent close to Hong's ear, "Oh be quiet, this next part… well it's so great, she really is a hellcat, but then again you know that already."

The speakers assaulted his ears as they smacked her and made her yell out, "Please fuck me."

There was no lust or feeling behind the words but pure fear.

He could hear Channing telling her, "Your loving husband took money from me and to repay that debt HE GAVE YOU TO ME!"

"YOU BASTARD," Hong screamed, trying to get up.

Channing punched him hard and Hong fell back into the chair.

"SIT DOWN AND SHUT THE FUCK UP, I CAN'T HEAR THE MOVIE," Channing yelled at him, "You're going to love this part."

The scene shifted to what looked like a warehouse somewhere and now Sheila was being assaulted by what looked like thirty men. Her voice could be heard clearly and Hong knew that sound. The sound she made when she had an orgasm, only this one sounded fearful and ashamed. Hong could no longer see the screen because of the tears in his eyes.

Twenty minutes later the video stopped and Channing sat back down in front of him, "I own several sex shops in Bangkok, she will work YOUR debt off, twenty dollars at a time. Lesson number one is complete, now for lesson number two."

The door at the far end of the room opened and Hong screamed and tried to get up but Tony held him down in the chair with an iron grip.

"Mr. Hong I'd like to introduce you to an associate of mine," the shark smile returned, Hong's scream acting like chum, stirring him up for the next strike.

Karl Dessler entered the room with Hong's son Kevin, who looked very afraid.

"This is Karl Dessler, I hire him do things for me sometimes," Channing was acting like this was a board meeting rather than what it was, a torture session, "In order to take some of the weight of your wife's back, no pun intended, Mr. Dessler has accepted the offer of taking your son in lieu of some of his fees."

"BASTARD," Hong screamed and tried to move but Tony held him down. Channing punched Hong in the mouth and broke his jaw.

"NEVER, EVER, SHOUT AT ME," the shark smelled the blood and the fear. He circled Hong in a predator like fashion, "You brought this on with your greed and pettiness not me. Your GREED caused all of this."

Dessler turned around with the boy and went through another door and disappeared.

Hong tried to make some kind sound, some kind of scream, anything at all but the broken jaw prevented him from doing so. His sanity was slipping away he feared. 'What have I done?' the thought turned over and over in his mind along with the images of his wife being used like some kind of sex slave. He was only vaguely aware that they had stood him up and were walking into a small observation room. He gave no resistance as they strapped him into a chair and then strapped his head down so he had to look at the two way mirror. When he was secured, Channing knocked on the window and Dessler opened the curtain so that they could see the room. Kevin was strapped to a table crying, pleading for Dessler to let him go. Hong felt the bile rise up his throat, his mind was now wild with panic as he began to jerk and thrash trying to break free.

The screams and the pleading and the fear that the boy was doing brought the familiar tingling between his legs. He felt his member coming alive as the music of screams and fear played gently in his ears.

"Dessler's grandfather was a Nazi doctor and told him stories of the camps," Channing grinned, "Dessler took it to heart. Now lesson two starts."

He tapped on the glass and Dessler smiled, if you could call it that, and looked down at the squirming boy, "Relax my child, you'll need that energy later."

For an hour Hong was forced to watch Dessler skin his sons arms and legs and so many other things that at least for a little while his mind just shut down. He wasn't there anymore, just the shell.

He was pulled back to the world again by Channing smacking him, "Mr. Hong, wake up. No time for a nap now. Lesson two is complete. Now for lesson three, the last one. Mr. Hong I have no use for religion, but I do like the Muslim way with thieves. If you steal they cut your hand off, "Channing walked to the back of the room and came back with a meat clever. Without saying a word Channing took off Hong's right hand and moved to the left hand and hacked off the thumb. Hong barely felt it, his mind was shattered.

"Lesson three is now complete Mr. Hong, you may go," Channing said to him and looked at Tony, "Take him to the big island and drop him off."

Tony nodded and walked Hong out of the room. Channing turned off the lights in the room and left as the boys screams began again.

Channing Harbor

Wheel Island

4:00 pm local time

At the first far off sound of the seaplane, the small man hopped in his golf cart and headed toward the harbor. By the time he reached the tower overlooking the bay the plane was visible. The small man, three feet eleven inches, stepped off the golf cart and began to climb the stairs up to the bell tower. When he reached the top the plane did its fly by to land in the lagoon. The small man rang the bell and shouted in a thick French accent, "De plane, De plane," pointing toward the sky. Banking left the plane slowly touched down in the water and made its way to the dock. Channing arrived in his golf cart, Tori driving him. He had changed into a white suit and as the twelve passengers disembarked from the plane he studied them. He knew Benson from his photo as well as his wife. He thought to himself that before it was all over he hoped to bed both of them. He also knew that they and the old man who was with them were wild cards and could be dangerous; he would have to keep a close eye on them.

"Welcome my friends," he greeted the group with a fake Spanish accent, "I am your host Mr. Roarke, Welcome to Fantasy Island!"

They all gave him a strange look and he began to laugh, "Sorry I love doing that, it's why I bought the islands. I'm the owner of the islands you may relax, the only law here is mine and no one can arrest you here. But if you break my laws I'll kill you."

Nico smiled and laughed putting everyone at ease except Sam, Freddie, and Al. They saw the cruel set of his jaw and knew he might be laughing now, but he meant it.

Nico walked up to the three of them and extended his hand at Freddie, "Nice to meet you Mr. Benson." Freddie stuck his own out and they shook hands. Sam noticed that Nico had a slight look of hunger as he looked him up and down.

"I thank you for the "items"; I hope you were pleased with the reparations."

"It was more than generous, thank you," Freddie smiled.

Nico took Sam's hand and kissed it as his eyes traveled up and down her body. She fought the involuntary shudder that his stare gave her. She quickly reached out with her left hand and took Freddie hand in hers. Nico had a sly grin on his face as he turned to Al and shook his hand.

"I have several pressing matters I must attend to," he said, "and we still have some unfinished business that we can talk about over dinner if you three will join me on the center island?"

"That would be fine, what time should we get there?"

"Be at the bridge that leads to the island at six-thirty sharp," Nico told them, "You have to be escorted over as that island is mine alone."

"We'll be there," Freddie smiled and shook his hand again.

As he walked away Nico couldn't help but think what the couple would be like as lovers.

"Well," Sam started to say, "I thought he was going to just give you a blow job right here, and the way he looked at me… EW," Sam shuddered and leaned into Freddie and wrapped her arms around his waist, "he gives me the creeps."

"Better hold on to ole Fredo here Sam, Nico might just try to steal him away from you," Al laughed. He felt a sudden sharp pain that threatened to send him to his knees. Sam and Freddie looked at him and each took one arm and led him to a bench to sit.

"Al, are you alright?" Sam asked.

He shook his head yes as he reached into his pocket and fished out a bottle of pain pills. He opened them and took three.

"That's a lot of pills Al," Freddie observed.

"I got a lot of hurt," he smiled and the tension drained out of his face, "the doctor told me that by now just take whatever helped the pain. I don't get a buzz off of them; the cancer is too far along now for that. I'm really luck; this little adventure has done more for the pain than all the pills ever have. I promise Freddie if I reach a point that I think I'm putting you two in danger I'll let you know and remove myself, I'd never do anything to hurt you guys."

"We know that Al," Freddie patted his shoulder and looked at the older man with an affection that surprised Sam with its tenderness, "I need you to hold it together, we… I can't do this without you."

"Good God son, for a thief you suck at lying," Al laughed as color came back into his face, he ran a hand over Freddie's beard and smiled at him with the beginning of tears in his eyes, "You've become quite a man nephew, now give some of that sweet stuff before Channing gets his pecker in you."

Sam, caught off guard, choked on her laughter, as Al released a deep chest rumbling laugh of his own.

Freddie laughed and looked at the two of them, "You're both going to hell for that I hope you know that."

"Let's get to the rooms guys, so Freddie can wash his ass real good for 'ole Nico," Sam slapped Freddie on the ass and took off running, Freddie close behind. Al watched and reached down and touched the rings around his neck, "They remind me of us Natalie, they're almost as in love as we were. It won't be long now baby."

Like I said we are headed into dark waters. The hero can only be as good as the villain is bad. I had to step it up a notch after Chuck. I want to know what you think about our villains. The other thing about a villain is that you have to believe he is capable of harming or killing the hero. I hope you believe these two could do that. They are about to put Sam and Freddie to the biggest test of their love ever and it won't be pretty. I haven't gotten many reviews so I don't know if people are liking this or not, so please let me know what you think.