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TWO
Kit
clinched her jaws tightly to keep from crying out. Boss Sam, as she had been instructed to call
him, had told her that she would earn another dose of the wonder drug if she
could endure ten strokes of the rubber hose without screaming. Sweat poured from her, running in rivulets
between her bouncing breasts. She was
both surprised and dismayed by the firmness of her breasts and the protrusion
of her nipples. Equally disturbing was
the sense of arousal that accompanied the pain being inflicted on her body by
Bruno.
They
had played this ‘game ‘ with her since she had been taken. Invariably, Kit would wind up screaming at
the top of her lungs. Only until she
received double the number of strokes was she entitled to the drugs that sent
her into a world of ecstasy. Each day
she lasted a bit longer before failure and this day she was determined to
succeed.
Her body surged forward as the hose smacked against her lower back. She grunted while her body shook lewdly. Kit was dismayed at the way her large breasts shook with each spasm created by the force of the rubber hose. She tried desperately to remember how many blows she had taken but her mind wouldn’t function properly.
Another blow sent her
into a paroxysm of agony but she managed only another grunt while clinching her
teeth together. She had pissed herself
again, much to her chagrin. Her
humiliation was intensified by the presence of an audience consisting of Sam Roffino,
his mistress, and six of his mob.
Kit had lost track of
the days since she had been kidnapped by the mob boss. Her hours had been filled with unending pain,
followed by a blessed injection of the most wonderful drug she had ever
imagined. As he had instructed, she had
called her superior to inform him that she was taking an extended vacation to
recover from the exhaustive research she had done for her story on Sam
Roffino. Rewarded by her acquiescence,
Sam had instructed Bruno to inject her again.
Through the haze of the drug-induced stupor, she was barely aware of the
succession of men who took advantage of her lack of resistance and fucked her
endlessly when Bruno was not beating her.
Bruno paused,
allowing Kit to recover slightly. She
shook her head from side to side; her eyes glazed as she gasped for breath.
“Jesus!” she
moaned. “Is that ten?”
“Whip her tits!” the
woman watching yelled.
“That’s only six,
Kit,” Sam Roffino replied. “If you’ll
take two on your tits, we’ll call it even.”
“Oh, Jesus, Boss Sam,
I don’t think I can without screaming!”
“That’s OK, Kit,
scream all you want.”
“Do I still get the
shot?”
“Yes.”
Kit paused, her
breathing becoming more rapid. She
closed her eyes and nodded.
“OK, Bruno. . .” she
whispered.
WHACK!
“AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH! OH GOD!
FUCK! OH, SHIT!”
WHACK!
“NNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHH! HOLY SHIT!
AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
Kit stared down at
her abused breasts, purple streaks running across the tops of her swollen
globes. Panting like an overheated dog,
she shuddered and shook, trying to sweep away the burning agony that had become
her constant companion.
“Let her down,
Bruno,” Roffino ordered.
When Bruno had
unfastened the restraints that held Kit’s legs and arms, she collapsed to the
floor. Her arms, held above her for so
long, were numb and useless, as were her legs.
She lay in a pool of her own urine but all she could think about was the
blessed relief that had been promised her.
“Crawl to me, Kit,”
Roffino ordered.
Kit obeyed
immediately, no thought of disobedience in her mind. To Kit, she was Boss Sam’s as long as the
wonderful pain reliever was available.
She wormed her way across the concrete floor, her large breasts rubbing
against the cement while she made her way to her captor.
“Please. . .” she
moaned, extending her arm. The only
thought she had was to seek the blessed relief that the miraculous shot would
give her. Sweat dripped from her
tortured body and she began to tremble uncontrollably. “Please. . .” she asked once more.
“You pitiful
bitch!” The woman with Roffino kicked
Kit in the side.
“Donna, you must be
more patient with out guest. Kit, you’ve
upset my friend, Donna. Wouldn’t you
like to apologize?”
“Uh . . . yes . . .
I’m sorry. . .” Tears were flowing from
Kit’s eyes as the agony of withdrawal was even worse than the pain that Bruno
had inflicted her with.
“Would you like your
shot now?”
“Oh, yes! Yes!
Oh, God, please!”
“Show Donna how sorry
you are.”
Kit looked up
questioningly, not sure what Roffino was asking. When she glanced at the woman at his side,
she watched her draw her short skirt even higher, revealing the fact that she
wore no panties.
“No! No! I
can’t!” Kit cried, grasping the meaning behind Roffino’s request. She had never been with another woman and
couldn’t stand the thought of it.
“Bruno!”
A sobbing, hysterical
Kit was dragged from the room.
-o0o-
Kit was still sobbing when Bruno laid her out on the bare wire bed springs and cuffed her wrists and ankles to the four corners. The frame bit into her back, reminding her of the brutal assault she had suffered earlier.
“Please, Bruno! Don’t do this!” She watched, wide-eyed, as Bruno attached two
large alligator clips to the foot of the springs. Kit wasn’t sure what was going to happen to
her but she knew it was not going to be pleasant. Roffino and the woman called Donna entered
the small room and stood next to the bed, looking down at Kit.
“Haven’t started yet,
Bruno?”
“No, Boss. Just waiting for you.”
“Please, Boss Sam,
I’m sorry! Let me up and I’ll do
anything you ask. You don’t even have to
give me another shot! I’ll be good!”
“I don’t think you’ve
learned your lesson yet. Bruno?”
The current surged
through the bed springs and Kit came alive.
Her body arched upward and began to shake violently. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she
started to make gurgling noises as her body shook and spasmed.
“ung! Ungh! Grrggggg! Unggghhhh!”
For five long seconds
the current surged through the metal springs.
When Bruno released the switch, Kit’s body collapsed on the bed, her
breath coming in gasps and sweat streaming from her flesh. She couldn’t stop from convulsing for several
minutes.
“Oh, God!" You’re killing me!”
Bruno hit the switch
again and Kit’s body arched upward, fighting the blazing pain and losing. She was tossing her head from side to side
while her tits were flying in all directions.
Her stomach flattened and the muscles in her thighs stood out in marked
relief.
“UUUUUNNNNNGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!”
The current stopped
and Kit collapsed once again, gasping, wheezing and choking. Drool ran from the corner of her mouth and
her flesh glistened with a sheen of sweat.
Had she been able to see properly, she would have seen her nipples
standing straight from her tits and juice running from the slit between her
legs. Strangely, she felt aroused despite
the agony and gazed up at Roffino with half-open eyes.
“I’ll do it! For God’s sake, I’ll do it!”
“What will you do,
Kit?”
“I’ll eat her
pussy! I’ll suck your cock! I’ll do whatever you want!!”
“Ask nicely and Donna
may let you up.”
“Please, Donna, let
me eat your pussy! “
“Not good enough!”
Donna exclaimed. “Hit her again, Bruno!”
As the current surged
once more, Kit’s seizure threatened to tear her limbs from her upper body. Only choking sounds came from her throat now
as her neck grew rigid and her entire body vibrated in agony. Strangely, her hips began to hump upward as
if some huge penis was plunging into her.
For fifteen long seconds, Bruno let the current flow until Roffino
signaled him to stop. Kit collapsed back
on the springs, her chest heaving and her body twitching.
After several
minutes, she was able to breathe somewhat normally. She looked up at Donna, a defeated captive.
“Donna, this bitch
whore wants to eat your pussy until you faint!”
Without releasing
Kit, Donna straddled her chest, resting her bare ass on Kit’s ample bosom. Kit stared at the woman’s ample pubic hair
from inches away. The smell of urine and
sex filled her nostrils and Kit momentarily was proud that she had long since
disposed of her own pubic hair through electrolysis. Donna inched forward until the lips of her
vagina pressed against Kit’s lips.
“Get on with it,
bitch! Or else, I’ll have Bruno roast
your ass until it’s well done!”
The threat of more
torture was all Kit needed to press her face into Donna’s gaping gash. Her tongue lashed the inside of the woman’s
sex, seeking that little nub that would send her over the top. Nibbling slightly at the enlarging clit, she
sucked and licked with abandon. So
intent on her mission, Kit failed to notice the slight prick of a needle in her
hip until the heat flooded her brain and sent her into her own state of
arousal. Donna was bucking up and down
and Kit was drowning in the woman’s fluids as she licked the mobster’s
mistress’s pussy and sucked deeply. Donna
grabbed Kit by her hair and forced her face deeper between her thighs, moaning
softly as the orgasm started its climb to her brain cells.
“Oh, yeah! Eat that pussy! Jesus!”
Kit’s face was
covered with the woman’s juices but she continued to probe deeper and deeper
into the depths of Donna’s pussy. She
couldn’t breathe but felt like she was close to bringing Donna to orgasm and
worked even harder. When she heard a
distant scream, she felt Donna release her head and fell back. Sweat was dripping from both women and Donna
had shed the little mini dress that she had worn into the room. Kit lay gasping for breath, staring up at the
woman’s throbbing clit and ran her tongue along the lower folds of Donna’s vagina,
catching the last drops of her come.
Never had she been so aroused during a sexual encounter. Despite the painful bite of the bare bed
springs, Kit felt as if she were soaring through the clouds, on her way to her
own climax. Unconsciously, her hips were
thrusting up and down as if with an imaginary lover.
Donna climbed off of
Kit and retrieved her dress. “Look at
the little whore, Sam! She is a born
pussy-licker! She wants someone to fuck
her so bad, she can’t stand it.”
“Aaaaaahhhhhh!”, Kit
moaned. “Oh, god, yes, please! Someone! Help me, please!”
In a moment of
sanity, Kit realized how low she had descended into the depths of
degradation. Tears formed in her eyes
while she briefly recalled her previous life . . . before Sam Roffino was even
a story for her newspaper. Now she was
only a puppet in the hands of the sadistic mobster, eager to please him in
return for the drug she knew was sending her deeper into a Hell from which
there was no return. She was becoming
nothing more than an animal, seeking approval from her master. A silent moan ended her thoughts as Bruno
hovered over her, unlocking her from the bed.
Carrying her, fireman’s style, Bruno took her back to her cell where a
half dozen men awaited her return.
-o0o-
The newspaper editor looked around before entering the phone booth a block from the paper’s offices. He dialed a number from a slip of paper in his wallet.
“Mr. Roffino, this is Matthew Winton. I just wanted to call and let you know that several people have inquired as to the whereabouts of Katherine Marshall. I’ve told them that she is on an extended assignment for the paper and unavailable to contact. “
(pause)
“Yes, Sir, I did
receive your envelope and appreciate it very much.” (pause) “Yes, I will divert
calls to her desk as well as her apartment.
Everything has been taken care of.
After a week or so, I will tell everyone that Katherine has resigned and
moved away and that I don’t have her new address.”
(pause)
“Thank you, Mr.
Roffino. If there is anything I can do
for you in the future, please let me know.”