It Takes A Nub

Chapter 7:

Master Strike

Warning: This chapter contains violence, adult language, and sexual references!

He was swimming back toward the light. He could feel the pain in his back and chest beginning to throb. His ribs were very sore and his hands and feet were bound very tightly. He could also feel from the motion of his surroundings that he was onboard a plane. He then felt his cheeks stinging and began to open his eyes.

"Freddie Benson, so nice of you to "drop in" on my warehouse tonight," the person slapping him said, "Get it, "drop in", pretty funny right," two more hard slaps, "I knew you were coming, but you showed up way too early, I didn't have time to get a proper greeting prepared for you and your blonde whore. Well no worries, I believe you know Mr. Willies here, and I know you know my lady fair Carly here."

Freddie noticed Willies standing to his left and then looked straight ahead and saw a very scared and bruised Carly. She was dressed in very revealing cloths. A very short skirt with no underwear and a top that was sheer and allowed a view of her breast and she had bruises on her legs, arms, and face. It even looked like her nose had been broken at one time.

He then turned his attention to his tormentor; he was five foot ten inches tall, tanned and had a head full of black hair. Freddie looked at him and could only utter at him one stunned question.

"Chuck Chambers?"

Chuck walked closer to Freddie and kicked him in the ribs, "Ding-Ding, we have a winner," he said over the groan of Freddie, "How you doing sport? The world treating you alright? Well, I guess that question is kind of a moot point right now."

"S'up Chuck?" Freddie laughed through the pain, "Get it?"

Chuck punched him hard in the mouth, and Freddie fell back hard on the floor, banging his head and sending a wave of pain through his left shoulder. Chuck then advanced on Freddie and kicked him in the stomach and ribs.

"Don't you ever make fun of my name you puke, or I'll have Willies cut your nuts off and stuff them down your goddamn throat!" Chuck screamed at Freddie.

Willies lifted Freddie and the chair easily in one hand and set him back upright. Chuck brought a chair and set it in front of him and sat down.

"You're going to answer some questions for me and then I'll answer some for you, if you're cooperative," Chuck snapped his fingers and Carly stood and walked up him, "but first I want you to see who has the power here," he loosened his belt and removed his penis from his pants, turned to Carly and told her, "Suck it, bitch NOW!"

Carly looked horrified at Freddie, but she did as she was told.

"Not to fast my little slut," Chuck smiled at Freddie, "I want you to take your time."

Freddie fumed and shot daggers with his eyes at the smaller man, "You're a sick bastard,' Freddie hissed at him.

Willies backhanded Freddie across the face so hard that Freddie's nose began to bleed.

"I warned you to play nice," Chuck laughed, "I'll have her blow you next if you like or maybe let you watch as I pop her in the ass. She'll do anything I want, anytime I want, see she wants to keep that lame ass brother of hers alive. She keeps me happy; I keep his sorry ass alive. Now on to the business at hand, how much do "they" know about "master strike"?"

"Just what we found last night," Freddie spit blood out of his mouth, "Do you have to make her do that while we talk?"

"Yes, lets everyone know where they stand," he then slapped Carly, "I said SLOWLY! How much data did you get?"

"However much I could get before your security system closed us down," Freddie told him.

"I really wish you hadn't have found "Green Fire "but you know spilt milk and all," Chuck began to move his hips around and placed his hand on Carly's head, "So I guess you wonder what happened to Nevel?"

"It crossed my mind," Freddie tried not to look at what Carly was having to do to Chuck.

"Well, I worked for him right up till he passed away from a terminal disease, see he was a terminal asshole. I was the one who built the business up and he was such a dick that for a few years no noticed that he was gone. I really hate that you have ended my little charade, I was very fond of it," he slapped Carly, "play with the balls!"

"So why do all this, I mean you got money and you got away with murder, why all this arms dealer and biological weapons shit you've gotten into," Freddie asked.

"My logon states it all, "worldhater", I hate almost everyone," Chuck said as he arched his back and had an orgasm. He then began to slap and punch Carly. "You got some on my cloths you whore," he began to kick her as she tried to crawl away.

Freddie tried to rise up, but the ropes kept him from it, "You motherfucker, leave her alone," he yelled.

Chuck spun around to Freddie and began to punch and kick him, "DON"T YOU EVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"

After a few minutes, Chuck's fury was spent and he had Willies pick Freddie up again, "Well Benson, we should land Switzerland in a few hours. The G2 summit will start in three days and then after we slaughter the leaders of the thirty-two countries represented, we will also release dozens of canisters of different biological toxins in twelve countries and then sit back and offer the vaccines that we've spent years storing up for a very hefty price. The death toll will be staggering and no one will have the vaccines in a large enough supply to do any good. Everyone will have to come to me and pay what I ask. It's life grand? I'll let you two friends catch up for awhile. Now don't go anywhere you two, thirty-seven thousand feet is a long way down."

Sam stalked behind the director of the C.I.A. as they walked through the top floor of the headquarters. She was as close to striking her boss as she had ever been.

"Sir we have to at least try to find Freddie," she was practically begging now.

"Ms. Puckett we have neither the manpower or the time to go chasing after one man when we have biological weapons that have been sent all over the globe and some major event taking place in a little over seventy-two hours that may or may not trigger some kind of terrorist attack," The director informed her as they walked into his office.

"Sir, Freddie Benson is the reason that we know about this whole thing to begin with," Sam started in on the director again, "We were looking for a computer program and he lead us to a possible worldwide terrorist operation that was about to go off right under our noses. Sir, please, if for no other reason than that, we need to get him back and I, I need to get him back."

"Ms. Puckett, you have let your personal feeling cloud your judgment here," the director turned to her and pointed his finger in her face, "If he were a soldier, he'd get the medal of honor, if he were a civilian, he'd get a certificate from the government, but he was working for the C.I.A. and all we get is dead. No one makes bronze sculptures of our heads."

"Heads, holy shit, heads," Sam slapped her forehead with the heal of her hand, "Japan. That's what he meant, sir we can find him and maybe trace the terrorist down, Freddie has a GPS chip in his head!"

"What the hell are you talking about," the director looked at Sam like she was crazy.

"Freddie's mother is this overprotective nut that had a GPS chip put in his head as a child," Sam was almost crying with tears of joy, "all we have to do is get the code from her and we can track him down!"

"Get on it," the director told her.

"…so he's kept Spencer strung out for the past six years," Carly told Freddie, "Spencer didn't even know at first, since Chuck planted it in his food. He gives him just enough to keep him alive, but if I don't do what he tells me, he'll let him die.

Carly was in tears and looked like a broken woman. Six years of constant abuse and defilement had broken the spirit of the once perky brunette and left just a shell.

"Oh Carly, I'm so sorry," Freddie managed to choke out, "I promise I'll get you out of this and choke that son of a bitch till his eyeballs explode.

Carly hugged him hard and looked him in the eyes, "I'd given up all hope of ever getting out of this hell."

"Just be ready when I give you the signal and we're both going to get out of this and take that little shit down," Freddie smiled at her.

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I know this chapter is very dark compared to the others, but every story of this kind needs a point at witch you believe that the hero is in real danger and that the villain is crazy enough to really kill billions of people. I think you'll agree that Chuck definitely has issues. Sorry this one is so short, but this was the best place to end this chapter. I'm having surgery tomorrow afternoon to clear some blockage in my kidneys, so it will be a few days before the next part will be posted, but fear not, the action will really kick in now that we're getting to the main plot.

Let me know what you think. I hope I caught you off guard with Chuck!