Which One Is Lock Shock And Barrel Novels & Stories

The lock was flimsy, more for show than security, and it gave way with a simple click. Her breath caught. Good lord. Neatly arranged on a bed of black velvet lay a collection of items she had never, not in a million years, associated with Barbara and Mark. Silken ropes, a black leather blindfold, several vibrators of varying size and apparent intensity, a gleaming silver butt plug, a soft-looking feather tickler, and other, more intimidating implements she couldn’t name. Her face flushed with a heat that was part shock, part voyeuristic thrill. Her prim, perfectly-coiffed mother-in-law… and Mark, the stoic, retired accountant… into this?

It could not have just been to tease him. "This lock," said Arthur from his wheelchair, his voice steady, "is the Barrowbay Thousand Mechanism Burst, a relic of a lock that's almost extinct. If you try to force it open, the trap triggers, and poof—everything inside turns to ash." Alexander eyed the group who had stumbled upon the chest. "Got a key?" "Nope." Their faces fell at Arthur's revelation, realizing they might have unearthed a dud instead of treasure. The last thing they wanted was to lose the cash they were after.

[ Cade POV ] I waited until the house was fully quiet. Then I unlocked the drawer. It was a small barrel lock, cheap, the kind that came built into old furniture and wouldn't stop anyone who was actually determined to get in. I'd used the key anyway, every time, for two years. I knew it was more ritual than security. I did it anyway.

I lunged across the open gap between the cars, stepping onto the metal coupling plate right over the roaring, spinning steel wheels below. The wind in the gap nearly ripped me off my feet. The dark ground below was a spinning blur of sharp crushed stone and iron ties. I jammed the flat edge of the pry bar straight into the rusted seam of the coupling pin lock. The suit saw me. He shifted his barrel, bringing the black lens of his scope straight up toward my chest. "Now!" I roared, throwing my entire body weight down on the iron bar. The rusted pin snapped in half. The heavy steel jaw of the coupling swung open with a loud, metallic bang.