Rescued From the Fall

Part 10

Rated R

Author's note: I know a took a LONG ASS break with this story but I have an idea of where I want it to go from here so I'm going to try and pick it up again. Seeing as how it's gotten the most reviews of any story I've ever written I hope people continue to read. If you like it and want to see more, then all you have to do is review.

There were only two more road blocks between them and the docks near the lake. When they got to the docks there were no guards waiting, except for the two who were sitting in the heated hut watching something on TV. They didn't even ask to see Elliot's identification as he passed, they just raised the gate without giving them a second look. It was obvious that they were stationed there when there was almost nothing to do, they probably never saw any action so why should today be any different for them? Elliot drove down the road along the pier looking for any boat that seemed to have anyone in it. He was beginning to think that every one was deserted until he got to the last one. It was a huge yacht that looked like it had been recently converted into some kind of fishing boat. There was a woman standing out on the back of the boat, dressed in normal clothes, having a cigarette. Elliot knew who she was in an instant, it was Natalia, why hadn't she left the country yet? He stopped the car and rolled down the divider that separated him from Olivia and Monica.

"Stay here I think I just found our way out." Elliot said and then rolled the window back up. He got out of the car and pulled on his thin jacket and walked towards the boat. Natalia, seeing the uniform, not him, threw her cigarette into the lake and started shouting something in Russian to someone inside. A second later a big man came out onto the back and he was holding a shot gun. He didn't have it aimed at Elliot but he did look like he wasn't afraid to use it. Elliot put his hands up, in a sign of peace, and continued to walk towards them. Natalia squinted slightly and then a look crossed her face like she was remembering him. She spoke to the man in Russian again and he grunted and went back into the boat.

"Elliot right? The man who saved me." Natalia said when he got within earshot, "What are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you the same thing, but I think you can help me. Are you willing to hear me out?" Elliot replied. She looked at the limo and then back to him and motioned for him to come inside the ship where it was warm. She lead him into the lavish kitchen and motioned for him to sit down. He took a seat and she got out a beer and handed it to him. It had been almost a year since he had any alcohol because it had been outlawed in the US, obviously she had made a few trips to Canada.

"What do you need help with?"

"I have two women in the back of that limo and I need to know if you can take us all to Canada, as soon as possible." Elliot said and then took a drink of the beer. It felt amazing, tasted amazing, he couldn't believe how much he had missed it. Natalia opened her beer and took a long drink and reached into her coat for a pack of cigarettes. She took one out of the pack and lit it and offered him one. He thought about it for a second but then also took one and lit it with the lighter on the table.

"Well we can't let them out of the car in the uniforms, do they need clothes?" Natalia asked. Elliot looked her over, she was a few inches taller then Olivia but about the same size, and Monica matched her height but was just a bit thinner. Even though the clothes would be slightly big on both of them, he was sure that they could pass normally in jeans and sweatshirts.

"Yeah they need clothes, do you have a few pairs of jeans and some sweatshirts?" Elliot asked as he flicked his ashes into the crystal ashtray that sat on the table. Natalia nodded and motioned for him to wait a minute and left the kitchen. He took another few gulps of his beer and sat back in his seat, things seemed to be shaping out nicely for him. By the time he finished his cigarette Natalia had come back with two piles of clothes.

"Here, this is all I could find." She said and then snuffed out the end of her cigarette into the tray. Elliot picked up the clothes and stood up.

"I'm sure this will be fine…thanks for helping us out. So I assume you made it to Canada safely?" He said and she started to walk him towards the back exit. She smiled at him and nodded slightly.

"My uncle Vadim is a millionaire there, owns his own fishing company, he was able to buy me fake papers and a passport but I don't think he'll be able to help you. You've been running escapers over the boarder for a little while but we can't afford to buy them all their freedom." Natalia explained, but Elliot was sure that getting into Canada would be good enough for them. He knew Monica had a lot of money but he didn't know how much of that she could touch now that the country had gone to hell. At least she could probably turn out a great novel on the experience and get her name back in the papers.

"Just taking us there is fine, we won't ask for more." He said as he stepped off of the boat. He walked over to the limo and knocked on the back door. After a moment it opened and he climbed inside, shutting the door behind him. "Got you guys some normal clothes."

"Thank the fuckin lord!" Monica said and grabbed the top pile of clothes, without even caring that Elliot was there she pulled off her dress, she was only in a pair of panties. Elliot turned his gaze so he was looking at Olivia. She looked at him and laughed slightly and pulled him into a kiss.

"Guess she's not modest." Elliot said after he pulled away, Monica was already pulling the jeans on, she was dressed and looking very happy.

"Trust me, it's hard to be modest after spending time with that backwards jerk of a commander for a week." Monica replied and then opened the back door, "She'll give me a cigarette right?"

"And a beer." Elliot replied, Monica laughed and climbed out of the car shutting the door behind her. Elliot turned back to Olivia who had a suspicious look on her face. He looked back at her a little confused.

"Since when did you start smoking anyway?" She asked him as she pulled her dress off. He handed her the black tank top that would go on under the sweatshirt. He didn't know if he had an answer for her as to why he started but he did know when.

"A few weeks ago," He said and then handed her the sweatshirt after she had the tank top on, "It really passes the time." Olivia rolled her eyes slightly but she didn't say anything about wanting him to quit. She pulled on the jeans and zipped them up.

"Ready?"

"Lets go." Elliot said and then opened the door to the car, letting her get out first. They were on their way to freedom, and it didn't look like anything was going to stop them.

That afternoon after a beautiful, and delicious, tuna dinner, Natalia showed them to their room. It was a small room with a set of 4 beds built into the walls. There was a small bathroom at the end of the room and a TV built into the ceiling, positioned at an angle that if you were to lay in any of the beds you could see it. Monica hopped into her bed and laid her head down on the pillow, she closed her eyes and let out a happy sigh. Natalia came back into the room and sat on the edge of the bed Monica had laid down on, she was holding a book.

"This is one of your books right?" Natalia asked and then turned the book over to reveal a black and white photo of Monica. She sat up and took the book into her hands.

"Yeah it is, been a long time since I've seen one of these." Monica replied as she looked at Olivia and Elliot. Olivia was a little disappointed that the beds were too small to fit two people, and not private enough for sex but she was sure that they would have enough time to do all that stuff once they got into Canada.

"Can you sign it? To Natalia, you are one of my favorite authors." She replied, her eyes beaming with happiness. She handed Monica a pen and she took it happily and opened the book and signed the inner cover. Natalia squealed with happiness and then pulled Monica into a big hug. Just as that happened the boat lurched into motion, they were on their way. Natalia looked at Olivia and stood up, she brushed some hair out of her face and looked at her broken cheek. The swelling had gone down but that didn't mean it hurt any less.

"I have some vicodin, do you want a few?" Natalia offered. Olivia's face immediately brightened and she looked at Elliot.

"Oh god yes, please." Olivia replied.

"I'll be right back." Natalia said, "There are some movies in the cabinet over there, most of them are in French with subtitles but they are American movies." Natalia motioned to the small cabinet she was talking about and then left the room. Monica got up and walked over to the cabinet as they felt the boat pick up speed. She started to flip through the movies, saying "no" "yes" and "maybe" as she read each title. Olivia sat down on one of the lower bunks and Elliot joined her. He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her gently on the lips. Natalia returned with a bottle of pills and a glass of water. She handed them to Olivia after taking in the way Elliot had his arm around her.

"Thank you so much Natalia." Olivia said and then opened the bottle and took out two of the pills and downed them with water.

"They were for my back but it doesn't hurt as bad as your face looks. No offense." Natalia replied with a smile on her face.

"None taken." Olivia laughed and then finished the water. Natalia turned to Monica who was still looking through the movies and leaned in and whispered something in her ear. Monica arched and eyebrow and looked over at Olivia and Elliot and nodded slightly.

"Monica is going to join me in the lounge for a drink." Natalia informed them, "Enjoy your alone time." Monica looked at the both of them and winked and followed Natalia up the stairs and out of the room, the door shut behind them. Olivia turned and smiled at Elliot, she pulled him into a hungry kiss and laid back on the bed, moving so he was on top of her. They continued kissing as Elliot ran his hands over her body, he remembered every place she loved. She wanted him more then anything but she had to stop him because she was a little afraid since her rape.

"I know you've been waiting for this but, I just…I just can't."

"Shh, it's okay, I completely understand if you aren't ready." He replied and moved some hair out of her face, "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do." She smiled up at him but she could feel his hard-on pressing against her thigh. She pushed her hands against his chest, and continued to push until he was sitting up with his legs over the side of the bed.

"I think I can help you out a little though." She said and then kissed his neck, moving up to nibble on his earlobe. "Believe it or not you actually look sexy in that uniform." Olivia said and unzipped his pants releasing his cock. She started to stoke him expertly and he groaned, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. He continued to keep his eyes shut until she leaned down and took him into her mouth and started sucking. His eyes popped open and he looked down at her, he placed his hands in her hair gently and arched his hips slightly. She groaned around him, but continued to go for it, bobbing her head up and down. It didn't take much more before he orgasmed, his hands tugging at her hair and resisting the urge to thrust up. She pulled away from him and swallowed and then smiled. He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips.

"You really didn't have to do that." He replied almost completely out of breath. She pulled him into a hug, smiling all the while.

"Yeah but I wanted to." She replied and then yawned slightly, "God I think those vicodins are kicking in." She laid back down on the bed and he laid down beside her. There wasn't a lot of room for the both of them but being in each other's arms is exactly what they needed. Elliot reached down and pulled the blanket over them. He watched Olivia drift off to sleep, and he was asleep not too soon afterwards.

The next morning Elliot woke up on the floor, which wasn't surprising to him, but he wondered at what point of the night he fell out of the bed. Monica wasn't in the room, and Olivia was sound asleep in the bed. He looked at his watch, it was only 4 in the morning and so he decided not to wake Olivia and he crawled into the bed across from her. He looked at her and smiled before drifting back off to sleep.

Up in the lounge Monica and Natalia were still wide awake, they had been drinking martinis all night. Well drinking wasn't the right word, they had been sipping them and talking about anything and everything that came to mind. Amazingly Natalia's uncle, Vadim, was still at the wheel, she was in contact with him over an intercom in the lounge. He only spoke Russian but Natalia told Monica that he liked to make these runs without sleeping, just incase someone had picked up the trail of an escapee.

"So, how did you come to America?"

"Well, I came 2 years ago when I was 18 as a mail order bride." Natalia said and then took a sip of her martini, Monica gave her a look. It wasn't a look of disgust but more of a look that asked her why she would want to do that, but then she remembered that thousands of people wanted to come here to live the American dream. "Let me explain. I was a little weirded out by it too but it wasn't nearly as bad as you think. The guy never wanted to sleep with me, he didn't hit me or hurt me or emotionally abuse me. He was very nice as long as I had dinner ready by the time he got home. He bought me gifts, jewelry, a BMW, a cottage in Maine, never asked for more then for me to make him a drink or a sandwich. I think he was gay and the marriage was just a ruse. When his buddies came over for poker night, I slept on the couch….everything was fine until the CC took over. They said that our marriage wasn't right under the eyes of God and sent me for reprogramming and I don't know what happened to him."

"I'm sorry, I think."

"No, don't be sorry. I got my green card and even though all that crappy stuff happened, Elliot saved me I owe him my life." Natalia said and then took a sip of her martini. "He was never more then just a close friend." Monica nodded slightly and finished her martini, she hadn't drunk enough that night to be completely smashed but she did drink enough to keep a continuous buzz in her head. She liked it, that's how she spent most of her days in New York when all she had to do was attend charity functions and fancy lunches.

"Well I should probably get to bed because this isn't going to work for me." Monica said and then stood up. The boat was rocking and her head was rocking and that didn't make a good combination, so she had to stable herself on the table.

"What's not going to work for you?"

"I think I could fall in love with you and as luck has it the past five girls I've fallen for aren't lesbians so before I drink anymore to make me like you more then just a friend I'm going to go to bed." Monica said and then took a few cautious steps towards the door that lead to the stairs. Natalia got up and grabbed her arm. She stopped and looked into the beautiful blond woman's eyes, a moment later Natalia was kissing her passionately. Monica kissed back for a few moments and then pulled away and looked at her. "What was that all about? You're a lesbian?"

"No, I'm not straight either….I guess you could say that I look for love in any form that it may come and I think you're one of them." Natalia said. Monica laughed slightly and shrugged and pulled Natalia in for another kiss, it seemed like things were working out for everyone on board.

At around nine in the morning Olivia awoke and sat up in bed. She stretched slightly and then yawned and looked over to the other bed where Elliot was. She saw him open his eyes and she got up and walked over to the bed. She leaned down and kissed him gently, he sat up and pulled her into a deeper kiss. He pulled away and ran his hand through her hair.

"Good morning to you too."

"I'm hungry, want to come to the kitchen with me to find some food?" Olivia asked him and then took his hand and stood up. He looked at her and shrugged, and they headed up the stairs towards the kitchen. They had to walk through the lounge to get to the kitchen, and by doing so they ran into Monica and Natalia who were on the floor under a blanket, snuggled together, and Elliot guessed they were both completely naked. Elliot stared at the two beautiful women for a moment and then looked at Olivia with a smile on his face, she laughed and punched him playfully in the arm. Natalia groaned and looked up at the both of them. She wrapped the blanket around herself a little tired and then smiled at them.

"What time is it?" She said softly, not wanting to wake Monica.

"9:00am." Elliot replied, "We were hungry, mind if we check out the kitchen?" Natalia nodded and then yawned. Both Olivia and Elliot stepped past them when Natalia gasped loudly.

"You guys, we should be there any minute!" She reached onto the table, where her panties were, and pulled them on under the blanket. She then grabbed the sweatshirt Monica was wearing and pulled it on and stood up. Olivia and Elliot looked at each other, the excitement brewing in their heads. Monica groaned and rolled over, but she didn't wake up. Natalia took them both to the front of the ship, the dining room in front of the kitchen and pointed out the window. "There it is you guys, your new chance, your livelihood, your freedom!"

End Part 10

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