Chapter 9 - Dr. Tongue's Carpet Cleaning Service
After a while, the bed began to smell like cat-piss. Naked in bed at Mary's
mansion, faces buried in each other's muff, Ursula and Mary tongued hard, each
trying to outdo the other in clit licking. Clits stiff, cunts dripping, they
came hard, over and over again.
Afterwards, Mary tucked her in. Ursula slept in the wet spot, all fucked
out. It had been a long day for the young gold-digger and, let's face it, bull
dyke Mary had sucked a lot more clits in her time.
Rough hands shook Ursula awake. Mary stood, tousled, in her bathrobe.
Several large muscleheads jerked Ursula, naked, out of bed. Mary explained as
they wired Ursula's slim wrists and ankles to the arms and legs of a heavy
wooden chair.
"Joy is my niece and Jason is a childhood friend, Ursula. These gentleman
found the videotapes when I had your place searched while you were distracted
here. They also found a pair of severed ears with Tiffany's ruby ear studs in
them, so time is of the essence."
Mary gestured at the heavyset thugs surrounding delicate, feminine,
vulnerable Ursula.
"These gentlemen have a lot of experience sweating information out of
people. Don't worry, honey. They won't leave any obvious marks."
The most vicious one squatted down next to Ursula. His seamed, scarred face
framed wild, feral eyes. He held a long, slim needle in front of Ursula's
anxious face.
"OK, listen up, bitch. First, I insert the needle into your nipple."
Ursula gasped as he suited the action to the word.
"Then, I push the needle into your breast until it hits the rib underneath."
Ursula whimpered as the needle was rammed home. Her foxy face was bathed in
sweat. The vicious one put his other arm around her bare shoulders.
"Then I press hard and scrape back and forth repeatedly."
Ursula began to scream and squirm. Her bare bum danced in the seat. She was
a fuck toy, not a superspy. She caved in as quickly as possible.
