ONE

 

Matthew Winton struggled to keep his eyes from fixating on the huge tits sitting across the desk from him.  Katherine “Kit” Marshall, his star reporter, was staring back at him, daring him not to look in her eyes.  This was not too difficult for Matt since Kit had beautiful dark green eyes that accented her blazing red hair.  Still the humongous orbs that projected from her chest were topics of intense discussion among all of the male employees at the Tribune. 

 

Kit knew this and exploited it to her fullest by wearing tight dresses with plunging necklines that showed remarkable cleavage.  Her trim waist and narrow hips belied the upper portion of her torso and made her all the sexier.  The female employees all despised her but that didn’t bother Kit.  She enjoyed her status as an investigative reporter and pretty much got her way around the paper whenever she wished.

 

“Kit, I have to commend you on your series on Sam Roffino.  That mob boss seems to lead a Teflon life as far as the Feds are concerned.  Why he hasn’t been brought up on RICO charges I don’t understand.  The paper has received hundreds of letters and phone calls praising your stories.  I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t get an award for this.”

 

“Thanks, Matt.  The satisfaction in exposing that crook is award enough for me.  The FBI has called me, asking for my sources, which, of course, I couldn’t give them.  If they were half as smart as they think they are, they should have found them way before I did.  In any event, Roffino has gone under cover and my guess is that in a year, everyone will have forgotten about him and my story.  That’s the way things go, isn’t it?  After all, look at O.J.”

 

‘Yeah, the world isn’t fair, Kit.  I just wanted to call you in and congratulate you on a great series of articles.  Keep up the good work!”

 

-o0o-

 

Kit cleaned off her desk and took her mirror out of her purse to inspect her makeup.  It was Friday and she always stopped at Bert’s to have a drink or two with some of the other reporters.  With no plans for the weekend, she sighed and locked her desk and turned out the lights in her office.

 

Bert’s was at the corner of the block where the Tribune’s office was located.  As Kit entered she paused to absorb the electric atmosphere generated by dozens of white-collar employees preparing for a fun weekend.  Seeing several of her group standing at the bar, she worked her way through the crowd to join them.

 

“Hi, gang!  I see you started without me!”  Turning to the bartender, she ordered a Cosmopolitan.

 

Absorbed in conversation with members of her group, Kit didn’t notice the burly individual that elbowed his way to the bar to stand next to her.  Neither she nor her companions took note of the fact that the man dropped a small pill into Kit’s drink that dissolved immediately.  He ordered a beer and took the bottle and left, seemingly looking for a table.  No one noticed that he set the beer down on the other end of the bar and left the establishment.

 

“Whooo!  Those Cosmo’s are potent!” Kit exclaimed.  “I think I’d better get some fresh air!”

 

Weaving a bit, Kit worked her way toward the front door and staggered out to the sidewalk.  Taking a deep breath, she leaned against the building and rubbed her forehead in an attempt to clear the cobwebs.  She shook her head and took another deep breath but that seemed to only make matters worse.  Deciding that she’d better head for her car in the garage, Kit stumbled back down the street and entered the elevator that would take her to the fourth level where she kept her car.  Leaning against the wall, she closed her eyes as the elevator started upward.

 

The cab stopped and the door opened.  Kit, assuming it was the fourth floor, opened her eyes and started to exit.  It was then that the same man who had stood next to her in the bar grabbed her by her arms and pulled her from the elevator.

 

“Wait!  What the hell are you doing?  Let me go!”  Kit tried to struggle but the effects of the drug had taken away all of her strength.  A cloth over her face laced with chloroform finished the task.  Kit struggled feebly for a moment before collapsing in the man’s arms.  Her world turned black and she felt herself falling into a deep, deep hole.

 

-o0o-

 

Kit slowly regained consciousness and was immediately aware of the tremendous pain in her shoulders.  Her head throbbed as well from the effects of the drug.  Despite the fact that her eyes were open, she couldn’t see anything and slowly realized that she was blindfolded.  When she tried to remove the blindfold, she then discovered that her arms were extended over her head and her wrists were restrained.  Efforts to move her legs were also unsuccessful as she found her ankles were similarly locked in some kind of device.  Both her legs and arms had been spread wide apart with almost her full weight on her shoulders.  Kit then tried to cry out, only to find that a gag had been placed over her mouth.  For a few minutes she thrashed about but only succeeded in increasing the pain in her shoulders.  Her breath was coming in gasps when she gave up and her chest heaved with the effort to breath.

 

She wasn’t sure how long she hung there but her arms and shoulders gradually grew numb.  It was hot and perspiration began to cover her flesh and Kit sensed an urgent need to use the bathroom.  Her cries for help only produced grunts that left her frustrated and angry.  So alarmed at her physical situation, she had not considered why she had been brought to this place or why she was being confined.

 

It could have been hours or minutes but Kit finally heard the sound of a door opening and closing and footsteps in the same room she was in.  The sound of a chair scuffing the floor was followed by warmth flooding her body and accompanied by a sense of light behind her blindfold.  Then hands were behind her head untying the blindfold and removing it from her eyes.  Kit immediately flinched as bright lights blinded her as effectively as the blindfold had.  In the instant she had some sight, she saw to her dismay that she had been stripped naked.  The gag was removed from her mouth.

 

“Ah, Ms. Mitchell, we finally meet.”

 

“Who are you?  What are you doing?  Let me go this instant!”

 

“My, my!  Such impatience!  As my guest, I would have hoped a little more cordiality.”

 

“Who are you?” Kit repeated.  “Why have you brought me here like this?”

 

“You should know who I am, Ms. Mitchell.  You’ve written enough lies about me so I thought it was appropriate to tell you my side of the story.”

 

‘You bastard!  You didn’t have to string me up naked to do that!  Turn me loose and I’ll be happy to take your story!”

 

“Well, that wouldn’t be half as much fun as what I have in mind.  I’m going to let you make up a story to contradict what you’ve written.  You will say that you made a huge mistake; that all of your sources were wrong and that Sam Roffino is the Tower of Respectability: a law-abiding citizen who has been slandered by the Tribune!”

 

“Fuck you!  I’ll never do that!”

 

“Never say never, little one!  Bruno, show Kit that it is a mistake to disagree with Sam Roffino.”

 

A huge man appeared before Kit’s eyes, blocking out the blinding light for a moment.  Drawing back, he drove his fist into Kit’s stomach, forcing the air from her lungs and bringing red spots in her eyes.  Kit fought the nausea welling up in her throat as she shook from the pain in her gut.  She was aware that her breasts were jiggling obscenely and hate filled her brain while she recovered.

 

“Please!” she whispered.  “Let me down and we can talk about this.”

 

“Oh, I ‘m enjoying the view!  Bruno, have you ever seen such tits on a woman?”

 

“No, Boss!  If she gave milk, she’d be the best cow in the herd!”

 

Both men laughed and Kit glared into the blinding light while sweat dripped down her body.  Her need to urinate was increasingly uncomfortable.

 

“At least let me go to the bathroom,” she pleaded.  Her face was red from embarrassment at listening to their lewd comments about her body and the humiliating need to disclose her bodily needs.

 

“What, need to piss?  Go right ahead, there’s a drain somewhere beneath you.”

 

“You’ve got to be kidding!”

 

“Bruno, show her we’re not kidding.”

 

Once more the floodlight was obscured by the hulk of a man and Kit started to mouth a protest as again Bruno drove his fist deep into Kit’s stomach.  This time, Kit was unable to keep from puking whlle a stream of urine ran down her thighs to the floor beneath her.

 

“Well, that was a little more than I expected”, the invisible voice announced as Kit struggled to regain her breath. 

 

“Are you going to kill me?” she whispered when her breathing had returned to somewhat normal.

 

“Kill you?  Why would I waste a valuable piece of pussy like you?  No, I intend to make you extremely sorry for the lies you printed about me. When I have finished, you will be begging me to kill you but I won’t.  You will serve as a useful lesson to others that Sam Roffino is not a person to fuck with!”

 

“They’ll miss me at the paper!  They’ll know you’re the most likely suspect to kidnap me!  The police will be at your door any minute!”

 

“First of all, you’re not going to be missed at the paper until Monday.  By then, you will call them and tell them that you’re going on an extended vacation.  You’re tired and exhausted from the hours of research you did on my story.  So that you won’t be bothered, you’re not going to tell them where you’re going.”

 

“When they finally begin to wonder what happened to you, it won’t matter.”

 

The ominous tone of that last sentence sent a chill through Kit’s body.  She wondered how she would ever escape from this maniac.

 

“You’ll never make me do that, you son-of-a-bitch!  Hit me all you want!  I won’t do it!”

 

“What did I tell you about never saying never?  It looks like Bruno needs to give you a little attitude adjustment.  Bruno, I’ll be back later.  See if you can make our guest a little more compliant.”

 

“Sure, Boss!  She’ll be glad to see you!”

 

-o0o-

Kit’s throat was raw from screaming.  Sweat dripped from her tortured body and pooled beneath her.  She had pissed herself again but that was the least of her concerns.  Her back was throbbing with the heat of a thousand fires, causing every nerve fiber in her brain to cry out in anguish.  Bruno laid the rubber hose down and lit a large cigar, drawing on it until the tip glowed red hot.

 

“Please!  No more!” she moaned, her head hanging in utter defeat.  “I’ll do whatever Roffino wants.”

 

She threw back her head and uttered a blood-curdling scream as the tip of the cigar touched her left nipple.  Her body shook uncontrollably, threatening to tear her arms from her shoulders.

 

“AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

 

“This is what the boss wants, bitch!”  Bruno touched the cigar to her right nipple.

 

“AAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!  UUUUUUUUUNNNNNHHHHHHHH!”

 

“Oh, God!  Oh, Jesus!  Please!  Oh, God!”

 

“Maybe I ought to stick this cigar up your pussy!  Would you like that, bitch?”

 

“Oh, no!  NO!  Oh, Jesus, you’re killing me!”

 

“OK, I’ll give you a choice.  The cigar up your snatch or five strokes of the hose on those gorgeous tits of yours.  Which will it be?”

 

“Oh, God, NO!  Oh, Please!  Don’t torture me any more!  I’ll do whatever you want me to do!  Just don’t torture me any mooooorrrrrrree!”

 

“Make a choice, whore, or I’ll do both!  What’s it going to be?”

 

“Please!  OH, GOD!  I CAN’T. . .Oh!  What are you. . .No!  NO!  OH, NOOOO!  THE HOSE!  THE HOSE!  DON’T STICK THAT IN MY PUSSY!”

 

“OK, Tell me what you want me to do!”

 

“Whip me.”

 

“What?”

 

“Whip me.”

 

“Where?”

 

“Whip my tits.”

 

“Say ‘Please’”.

 

“Please whip my tits.”

 

“How many times?”

 

“Please whip my tits five times with the hose, Bruno.”

 

“Naw, I’m too tired.  I’m just going to stick my cigar up your pussy!”

 

“NOOOOOO!  AAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

 

-o0o-

 

When Roffino returned to the room, Kit was hanging limply, her chin resting on her chest.  She was gasping heavily and her tits rose and fell obscenely with each breath.  Her hair was soaked with sweat and hung down over her eyes.  When she heard the door close, she raised her head slightly. A soft moan escaped her lips while she shook her head slowly from side to side.

 

“No more. . .”, she whispered.  Kit licked her parched lips.  “Water. . .please. . .water. . .”

 

Sam Roffino stared at the stunning woman hanging before him.  Dark, purple bruises covered her lower back, buttocks and thighs.  Several small burn marks were on those gorgeous tits as well as her stomach.  She would occasionally shudder as if to dispel some imaginary pain.  Walking over to a nearby table where a pitcher of water and cups stood, he poured water into a cup and held it to Kit’s lips.  She drank thirstily, spilling some down her chin to fall on her heaving breasts.

 

“Thank you. . .” she whispered, her head still hanging down.

 

“I have something here that will ease your pain, Kit.  Just relax. . .”

 

A hypodermic needle in his hand plunged into Kit’s arm and she jerked at the sudden pain.  Almost instantly, a sense of warmth spread over her body and her muscles relaxed.  All the pain that Bruno had inflicted on her over the past few hours suddenly was a distant memory.  Instead, she felt as if her body was floating through the air, free from all suffering.  An overwhelming sense of gratitude flooded her senses as she raised her head to look at her captor.  When his mouth crushed against hers, she surrendered her inhibitions and plunged her tongue inside his mouth.  His hands grasped and squeezed her breasts while she moaned in desire.

 

He suddenly withdrew from her and Kit cried out in dismay.  “Why. . .”

 

“Not yet, little one. . .not yet. . .”

 

 

 

 

 

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.”

 

Three

 

Matthew Winton was shocked at the similarities between the woman sitting across the desk from him and Katherine Marshall.  They could have been identical twins but the woman who had introduced herself as Veronica Stafford had told him that she was Kit’s older sister by three years.

 

“Mr. Winton, I am concerned.  Kit and I talk to each other almost every day but I haven’t heard from her in over a week.  Do you know what she was planning?”

 

:”First of all, please call me Matt.  And, yes, I received a call from Kit six days ago to tell me she was taking a vacation to rest up after a rather exhaustive and time-consuming story she had written for the paper.  She didn’t say where she was going or when she would be back, though.”

 

“What exactly did she say?”

 

“Well, I didn’t talk to her but she left me a voice-mail.  Strange though, she called me Sam.  She knows my name is Matt.”

 

“Hmmmmmm.  What was the story she had been working on?”

 

“It was on a local mob boss named Sam . . .Jesus!”

 

“Sam Jesus?”

 

“No!  Oh, God!  She had written a story on Sam Roffino, a local mobster.  Now I’m wondering if he has got his hands on her!  She left a message for Sam!  Get it?  She was trying to convey a message!  Oh, my!  We’d better call the FBI!”

 

“From what I know, the FBI is ineffective in dealing with Mr. Roffino.  Everyone knows what type of person he is but they’ve never been able to get anything on him.  Do you know who Kit’s sources were for her story?”

 

“No, she never reveals those names to me or anyone else.  I haven’t a clue.”

 

“Alright, I’m going to go to her condo to see if I can get anything to go on.  Maybe she left something, a note or such, that will help.  I’ll keep you advised.”

 

Veronica Stafford, Kit’s older sister, was a respected attorney in the District Attorney’s office.  Extremely attractive, she was an up and coming lawyer who commanded the respect of both her superiors as well as those who worked beside her.  Smart as well as beautiful, Veronica was every bit as successful as her younger sister.  She had divorced her husband because he wasn’t able to adjust to her success.

 

After convincing the manager that she was indeed Kit’s sister and Kit had asked her to pick up some clothes for her, Veronica entered Kit’s condo.  There was nothing to indicate that Kit had left on a vacation.  Even her suitcase was still in the closet with all of her resort clothes.

 

Veronica  turned on Kit’s computer and reread the story she had written on Sam Roffino.  She frowned as she realized the impact that such a story would have on its protagonist.  A further search of files failed to reveal any further information or who her source had been for the story.

 

Looking through Kit’s desk, she found her appointment book.  Besides the usual entries for  luncheon appointments, beauty shops and such, Veronica found one strange entry made almost three weeks before.  It was simply a name, “Gus”, and “Jack’s Bar and Grill”.  Veronica knew of Jack’s Bar and Grill.  It was in the seediest part of town and a place that Kit would hardly go to except for something important.

 

-o0o-

 

“Mr. Roffino, its Matt Winton.  I just wanted to let you know that Katherine Mitchell’s sister is inquiring about her.  She is an attorney with the DA’s office and I suspect she’ll go to some lengths to try to find her.  I dropped enough hints that she should get to you soon.  Yes, Sir, I’ll keep you posted.  And thank you for the envelope, Mr. Roffino.”

 

-o0o-

 

The pain was ever present but Kit had come to almost welcome it because she knew that it would lead to another injection of drugs.  In fact, the worst punishment that Boss Sam could inflict upon her was to refuse the narcotic until she was screaming in the agonies of withdrawal.  At that point, Kit would do anything to get an injection and was often called upon to do that.  Pride and self-esteem had long since vanished from her vocabulary.  Survival from one shot to the next was the only consideration as far as Kit was concerned

 

At the very moment Veronica Stafford was leafing through Kit’s appointment book, Kit was hanging by her ankles, her head some thirty inches above the floor.  Bruno was lashing her with his rubber hose while Sam an Donna, along with a dozen of Sam’s henchmen, watched.

 

Kit wished that whoever was screaming would stop and then realized that it was herself.  Not content with beating her on the back, Bruno was taking aim at the juncture of her thighs as well as her ample breast that jiggled and swayed with each stroke.

 

“Let’s see if she’s ready to suck some cock, Bruno,” Sam remarked.  Kit’s body was in a colossal spasm and she was coughing like her lungs were coming out of her throat.

 

One of the mobsters stepped forward and unzipped his trousers, positioning his erection at Kit’s lips.  Without hesitating, Kit opened wide and swallowed the man’s cock, slurping and licking with wild abandon.  She would do anything at that point to avoid another blow of the hose.

 

“Disgusting!” Donna remarked.  “That woman will do anything!”

 

“How would you feel after a dozen blows of Bruno’s hose, my dear?  Care to find out?”

 

“Ye Gods, No!  You don’t have to beat me to suck your cock, Sam!  I was just commenting on her rather easy submission.”

 

The mobster grabbed Kit’s hair and began to fuck her mouth brutally.  Kit was grunting as she tried to keep up with the rapid thrusts down her throat.  Just as she thought she would faint from lack of oxygen, the gangster shot his wad and stream after stream of his semen filled her throat and mouth until it dripped from the corner of her lips.

 

Without a moment’s hesitation, the mobster was replaced by another and Kit continued to suck and lick at the shaft shoved between her lips.  Impassively she continued in the hope that Sam would allow her another injection soon.

 

-o0o-

 

Veronica sipped at her drink at Jack’s Bar and Grill.  Any hopes that she would be inconspicuous were dashed when she saw the clientele of Jack’s.  Veronica stood out like a sore thumb among a group of grubby, unshaven men.  Still, she hoped that she could learn a little more about her sister’s disappearance.  She waved the bartender over.

 

“Another drink, lady?”

 

“Sure, I guess so.  Say, do you know a customer of yours by the name of Gus?”

 

“Yeah, Gus Ferrantino.  He comes in a lot.  Probably will be in later tonight.  Why?”

 

“A mutual friend told me to look him up if I was ever in this part of the world.  Said he was a great guy.”

 

“Year, maybe . . .well, I’ll fix your drink.”

 

-o0o-

 

Kit was on her belly, crawling toward Sam Roffino.  Her body covered with sweat, her red hair matted and hanging over her face, she was the personification of a defeated woman.  She held out her hand in appeal, her eyes pleading for approval.

 

“Boss, please,” she whispered.  “I need it.”

 

“What do you need, Kit?”

 

“You know . . .I need it!  Please!  Oh,  God, I’m dying!  Please let me have it!”

 

“Play with yourself.”

 

“What?”

 

“I said play with yourself.  Bring yourself off.  Fuck yourself with your fingers.  If you are good enough, I’ll let you have some.”

 

“Oh, Jesus, Sam, please don’t make me do that!  I can’t . . .’

 

“Bruno!”

 

“No! NO!  Wait!  I’ll Do  IT!  Watch me!

 

Kit rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide apart.  Her hand flew to her crotch and she vigoroursly started to rub her clit.  Her tits were jiggling and her breath coming in gasps as she nervously tried to bring herself to orgasm.

 

“You little slut!”, Donna exclaimed.

 

-o0o-

 

Two hours passed with Veronica fending off several advances from the less than appealing clientel of Jack’s Bar.  Just as she was about to give up and leave, a dark skinned man with slicked back hair sat down beside her and signaled for the bartender to bring her another drink.

 

“You looking for Gus Ferrantino?”

 

“Yes.  Are you Gus?”

 

‘Maybe.  Why are you looking for him?”

 

“I had a friend that told me about you.  Katherine Mitchell.”

 

“Oh, yeah?  What did she tell you?”

 

“That you helped her with a story she was writing.  Do you know Sam Roffino?”

 

“Maybe.  Why?”

 

“I’d like to meet him.”

 

“Oh, yeah?  Maybe he doesn’t want to meet you.”

 

“I believe you can handle the introductions.”

 

“Perhaps.  Sit tight, I’ll be right back.”

 

Veronica finished her drink and tried to act unconcerned while Gus was on the phone in the back.  A quick glance indicated that he was having a long conversation with an occasional glance toward her.  When he hung up and returned to his seat next to her, she turned in anticipation.

 

“Well?”

 

“He said OK.  But you have to do as I say.”

 

“Alright.  Let’s go.”

 

-o0o-

 

Kit was on her hands and knees, being led around the room by a leash attached to a collar about her neck.  The room was full of Roffino’s mob, shouting obscenities while Kit struggled to keep up with the urgent tugs on the leash held by Bruno.  She was conscious of her breasts swaying beneath her and had a momentary sense of degradation but then she thought of the shot that awaited her when Sam tired of her current act.  At Bruno’s command, she barked obediently.

 

“Arf!  Arf!”

 

“What a whore!”, Donna scowled.  “That little bitch will do anything!”

 

-o0o-

 

Veronica tried to act composed but in fact she was extremely anxious.  Gus had had her drive her car to a nearby parking garage, lock it up, give him the keys and climb into his car.  Before he would leave, he demanded that she put on a blindfold.  Thus, Veronica sat next to Gus as they drove to an unknown destination.  Perspiration formed under her arms and her upper lip as she imagined the possibilities that might occur with this strange man.

 

After what seemed an hour or more of driving, the car stopped and Gus opened her door and pulled her from the car.  Stumbling a bit, she was led into a building of some sort that was hot and humid.  Her footsteps echoed on the concrete floor while Gus led her by her arm.  Finally, he stopped and Veronica sensed the presence of other people.

 

“Who are you?” a voice asked.  The tone was stern and brusque.

 

“My name is Veronica Stafford.  I am Katheryn Mitchell’s sister.  I was told that you might know where she is.”  It was all Veronica could do to keep her voice from trembling.

 

“And why do you think I would know where your sister is?”

 

“She had written a story about mob activities that featured a Sam Roffino.  If that is you, then I would guess that you know more than you indicate.”

 

“Take off her blindfold.”

 

It took a moment for Veronica to adjust to the bright light that was shining in her eyes.  When she was finally able to see, she gasped at the scene before her.

 

Sitting in two large leather chairs was a man and a woman.  The man was huge and smoked a big cigar.  The woman was a platinum blonde that had on a tasteless dress that all but allowed her tits to fall out.  But the biggest shock was her sister, Kit, hanging by her wrists between two posts.  Her head lolled on her shoulders with her chin resting on her chest.  Matted hair hung down over her face and sweat dripped from her naked body.  Red and purple stripes covered her from shoulder to knee while she hung twisting slowly.

 

‘You bastard!  What have you done to her?”  Veronica rushed over to Kit and threw her arms around her semi-conscious sister.

 

“mmmmmmm,” Kit moaned.  She raised her head and peered out from behind her matted hair.  Her eyes shown no signs of recognition.

 

“Kit!  Kit!  Its me!  Veronica!  Oh, God, you sadistic bastards!”

 

“Veronica?  Where am I?”

 

As Veronica started to answer her sister, everything turned as black as night.

 

-o0o-

 

As consciousness returned to Veronica, she could hear ear-piercing screams and slowly realized that it was herself wailing at the top of her lungs.  Agonizing jolts were assailing her body and, try as she could, there was no escape.  Her arms throbbed while she twisted and turned but the relentless attack on her lower back continued until she thought she would die.  Her lungs burned as she fought for breath that left her with each blow and nausea swelled in her throat.  The assault paused momentarily, allowing Veronica to gather her senses and open her eyes.

 

The man and woman were still seated in their two chairs and Kit hung motionlessly between the two posts, just as she had when Veronica had entered the room.  But now Veronica also hung between two posts, facing Kit and the couple, while a huge brute of a man, naked to the waist, stood leering at her while holding a length of rubber hose.  Without looking, Veronica knew that she had been stripped naked.

 

Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to breathe normally.  Sweat ran down in her eyes and she blinked to try to remove the burning sensation.  Shaking her head defiantly, she stared down at the man and woman who were obviously enjoying her suffering.

 

“You bastard!  How do you think you’ll get away with this?”

 

“Just what do you plan to do, little sister?  Scream?  We’ve already heard you do that.  Call the police?  You’ll have to get to a phone first.  And then they’ll want to know why your big sister is such an addict.  No, I think you will enjoy entertaining us for some time.  You and Kit.  The sister act. Jesus Christ!  Do big tits run in your family?  I’d love to meet your mother!”

 

“In your dreams, you son-of-a-bitch!  Go ahead!  Kill me!  Someone will get you for that, someday!”

 

“Ah, Veronica, I don’t want to kill you!  You will, however, experience pain like you never imagined.  And, unlike your sister here, there will be no relief from the powerful drugs that have turned her into a whore.  You will become a sex slave of your own volition, dear Veronica.”

 

Veronica sneered at the mob boss but deep inside her she felt a fear that she had never experienced before.  This sinister, sadistic man was capable of anything. 

 

“Bruno, you may begin again.”

IV

 

Veronica groaned as she tried to move her body.  Barely conscious, she was aware of a cold stone surface beneath her.  Every muscle, every nerve fiber, every bone in her body throbbed with a pain that transcended anything she could imagine.  She opened her eyes and blinked several times to clear them of the matter that had built over the hours of her cries. 

 

She was laying on her back, her legs splayed and her arms spread apart.  She was in a small room, no larger than a closet really, with a steel door at one end.  The room was completely bare.  A naked light bulb flickered from the ceiling, casting weird shadows against the walls.  Unseen by her was a small camera in one corner of the ceiling that followed her every move.

 

Veronica thought back to the horrific session with Bruno.  Again and again he had beaten her with his rubber hose.  No part of her body was spared his assault and her screams became so loud, that the woman friend of the mob boss had covered her ears.  When Veronica was no longer able to scream, she pleaded with them to stop.  She offered to do anything if they would just stop.  But they never stopped.  When Bruno began to work on her breasts, she thought she would die and then she was afraid that she wouldn’t.  Sweat flew from her body with each stroke of the hose and she shook in a paroxysm of agony that was unbearable.  Whenever she would faint, an ammonia pill was broken beneath her nose and they would start all over.  Finally, nothing would revive her and she had been brought to this cell.

 

With great effort, Veronica rolled over on her stomach and tried to push herself up.  A sense of urgency to empty her bladder gave her the strength to raise herself to her hands and knees.  Glancing about the cell, she saw no means of hygiene.  Frantic now, she crawled over to the steel door and began knocking on it with what little strength she had left.

 

“Help!  Please, someone!  I need to use the toilet!”

 

 

“What’s your guess as to how long she’ll last?” Sam asked Donna.

 

“No more than 15 minutes is my guess,” she replied.

 

“You’re wrong.  She’s headstrong, that bitch is.  She’s got to learn that we control everything she does.  Every move, every thought, every physical need.  She’ll last a long time but she’ll finally give in.  They always do.”

 

-o0o-

 

Meanwhile, Kit was experiencing a different type of intestinal problem.  Laying flat on her back on a steel table, a wide canvas strap clasped tightly across her body just below her breasts, her legs pointing straight toward the ceiling and spread wide apart, she looked at Bruno who stood in front of her.  In his hand, he held a long black nozzle attached to a length of hose.  The hose descended from a large rubber bag suspended over Kit’s prostrate body.  Two alligator clips were attached to her nipples and wires ran from the tips of them to beneath the table.

 

“What are you doing, Bruno?” she asked.

 

“Gonna clean you out, little one.  Sam wants you emptied before your next assignment.”

 

“Assignment?  Emptied?  What do you mean?”

 

“I mean I’m gonna empty a quart or two inside your lovely little ass.  You’ll hold it until I tell you that you can release it and not a second before.  If you don’t, you will get a little reminder that you need to follow orders.”

 

Bruno inserted the nozzle into Kit’s ass, accompanied by a grunt of alarm from his captive.  Releasing a valve, the warm water began to fill Kit’s colon.

 

“Oh, Jeez, Bruno, I’m gonna burst!”

 

“You haven’t even taken a pint, you little whore!  Take a deep breath!”

 

“Oh, my God!”, Kit exclaimed as her belly began to swell.  “Bruno, Please!”

 

“That’s one.  Here comes the second.”

 

“Oh, Shit!  I can’t stand it.  Bruno, stop!  For God’s sake, STOP!”  Kit stared in bewilderment as her stomach grew larger and larger.

 

“OK, that’s enough to start with.  Now, you hold it until I say you can release it.”

 

“Unh!Unh! Unh! Unh!  Aw, fuck!  I can’t!  I can’t!”

 

Accompanied by a loud fart, filthy brown shit and water spewed from her ass.  At precisely the same moment, electric currents began to wallop her breasts; first one and then the other.  Kit’s eyes grew wide and her mouth opened in shock while her body began to shake and her butt was bouncing on the table.  For several moments, the current continued until no more fluid flowed from beneath her legs.

 

“Ohhhhhh!  Oh, sweet Jesus!  Bruno, I’ve never felt anything like that in my life!  I can’t believe I just had an orgasm!”

 

“Well, get set ‘cause your gonna get a second dose.  This time you’re getting the full load and if you don’t hold it, there’ll be hell to pay.”

-o0o-

“I win,” Sam Roffino said, watching the monitor.  After thirty minutes of beating on the steel door, Veronica had surrendered to her bodily needs.  Crouching in a corner of her cell, she released her bladder while sobbing in despair.

 

-o0o-

 

“Yeeeeeiiigghhhhh!  Oh, fuck! Bruno, stop!  Oh, Jesus, my stomach is gonna burst!  Please stop!”

 

“You got it all, baby!  Now just hold it until I say so and you’re home free.”

 

“Unh!  Unh!  Unh! Aw, shit!  Fuck!  Unh!  Unh!”

 

Sweat poured from Kit’s body as she gasped for breath.  Her stomach had swollen to the size of a nine month pregnant woman and she was fighting to keep from allowing her bowels to explode. 

 

“I can’t!  I can’t!  Oh, God, Bruno, please!  Unh!  Unh!  Unh!”

 

“Five more minutes!”

 

“NOOOO!  OH, GOD, NOOOO!  BRUNO!  BRUNO! I CAAAANNNNNTTTT!!!”

 

An explosion of water, turds and gas shot from Kit’s ass as she wailed in despair.  Her body was rocked as the electric current began to play its dance across her nipples, sending her into a hysterical  convulsion.

 

“nnnggghhhhh!  NNNggggggghhhhh!  YNNnnggghhhhhh!”  Kit was trying speak but her tongue was stuck in the back of her throat.  Eyeballs protruding, she became as rigid as a board while her tits bounced and wobbled under the attack of the electric current.  Her bottom was rising and falling, smacking the steel table with a loud ‘thump’.

 

“Ain't that a shame, princess,” Bruno grinned.  “Guess we’ll have to start all over!”

 

-o0o-

 

Bert, one of Sam Roffino’s mobsters, brought a desolate Veronica into the room where Sam and Donna sat drinking wine.  Covered with grime and urine, she smelled awful.  Her hands were tied together and her disarrayed hair hung down over her eyes.

 

“I see you pissed all over yourself, girl.  Ain’t you got no pride?”

 

“Please!  Let me go!  I won’t say anything to anyone!  Just let me go!  Please!”

 

“What?  Leave your kid sister behind?  What kind of person are you?”

 

“I’m sorry.  I just can’t take this.  Either kill me or let us go.  I can’t go on like this.”

 

“Well, I’ll think about it.  In the meantime, I want you to take Bert’s cock out of his pants and swallow it.”

 

“What?  Are you crazy?  I’ll never do that!”

 

“Bert, see if you can get her to change her mind.”

 

Bert dragged Veronica over toward a wooden cross, the same one that Bruno had tortured her on.

 

“NO!  OH, GOD, NOOOOO!!!” she cried.

 

“Bert’s got his own methods of changing people’s minds; he’s not as gentle as Bruno.”

 

Veronica struggled vainly as Bert attached her wrists to two cables hanging from the ceiling.  The leather cuffs bit into her flesh as her arms were raised over her head.  She realized that this was going to be different, quite different.  Bert bent down and attached more leather bands around her ankles and clipped short chains imbedded in the floor to each.  As the cables rose higher and higher, Veronica found herself stretched tautly with her legs spread wide apart and feet inches above the floor.  With her weight primarily on her shoulders, she squirmed and groaned, trying to find a position of comfort.

 

“Let’s try 10, Bert, to begin with,” Sam remarked.

 

When he selected a braided leather whip some 30” long, Veronica almost pissed herself again.  Taking a deep breath, she vowed to herself she would not let them see her cry.  The first blow, across her lower back, sent a scalding sensation to her brain but she clinched her teeth and all anyone heard was a grunt.  The second, against her thighs, put her into a frenzied convulsion with her eyes wide open but still she was able to maintain her silence.

 

Bert was in no hurry.  Veronica was breathing heavily and sweat formed on her flesh as she shook in an attempt to dispel the pain.

 

“Think you’re tough, honey?”

 

Veronica shook her head defiantly, keeping her lips pressed together.

 

The third stroke, across her shoulders, sent all the air out of her lungs.  Again, she began to dance within her restraints.  The taste of blood told her she had bit her tongue and she spit it out boldly.

 

She was growing bolder and imagined she was playing a game with the whip to see who would win.  Brazenly, she thrust her chest out and shook her tits as if to say ‘you can’t hurt me’.

 

Sam Roffino’s eyes stared through half open eye-lids at the woman suspended before him.  He could see that this one would be a welcome addition to his stable; more so than the drug addicted sister.  He nodded just slightly toward Bert.

 

It was the fourth stroke that was Veronica’s undoing.  The whip curled around her ribs and the tip buried itself in her right breast, bringing a trickle of blood from the wound.  The shock was more than Veronica was expecting and the pain threatened to take the top of her head off.

 

“AAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!”

 

The fifth and sixth stroke quickly followed, leaving a trail of red stripes across her back, shoulders, and butt-cheeks.  Veronica was threatening to tear her arms from her shoulders as she vibrated within the confines of her restraints.  She was tossing her head wildly, screaming at the top of her lungs while sweat flew from her body with each blow of the whip.

 

Bert paused, allowing her to regain some sense of presence.  He reached out and lightly stroked Veronica’s back, sending her into a spasm once more as each touch of her flesh was imagined agony.

 

“Oh, God!  Please stop!”

 

“What happened to my tough girl?”

 

“Please!  I can’t take any more!”

 

“Oh, I bet you can!  Bert hasn’t even gotten warmed up yet.”

 

As Bert delivered the next four strokes, Veronica’s mind drifted to blank out the pain.  She felt as if she had left her body and was floating in space.  She could look down at her body and hear screaming but it seemed unreal.

 

As a young girl, Veronica had fantasized about being kidnapped by pirates as she sailed in the Caribbean.  Stripped naked, she was lashed to the main mast and whipped until she agreed to fuck all the members of the pirate crew.  Now she was living that fantasy but the pain was all too real.

 

It was several long minutes before Veronica realized that the whipping had stopped  She shookl her head to clear her thoughts and through half open eyes, she saw Bert standing to one side, smoking a cigarette.  Glancing down toward the mob boss, she was amazed to find that Donna had stripped off her clothes and was kneeling between Sam’s legs, her face buried in his groin.

 

“Jesus,” she muttered. It was more of a whisper than anything else for her throat burned from her constant screaming.  She was certain the flesh had been peeled from her back.

 

“Ready to obey, tits?”  Sam Roffino’s tone was derisive while he kept a hand on top of Donna’s head as it bobbed up and down.

 

“Yes. . .” came a whispered reply.

 

“Yes, what?”

 

‘Yes, I will obey. . .”  Veronica could hardly be heard. Her breasts were rising and falling as she struggled to fill her lungs with much needed air.

 

“What was it we ask you to do?”

 

‘You want me to do Bert.”

 

“What?”

 

“You want me to do Bert.”

 

“What?”

 

“YOU WANT ME TO SUCK BERT’S COCK!”  The reply came as a shout, causing Donna to momentarily pause and look back at Veronica with a grin on her lips.  For Veronica’s benefit, she slowly licked the shaft of Sam’s rock-hard cock before once again taking it in her mouth and buryig her face in his groin.

 

“And?”

 

“Yes, I will do it.”

 

“Say it”

 

“I will suck Bert’s cock.”

 

“Doesn’t sound like she’s too thrilled with the idea, Bert.  Why don’t you try ten with the leather strap.”

 

-o0o-

 

“Whew!  Holy Shit!”  Kit had just discharged a stream of milky soapy water from her ass, the contents of her fifth enema.  The first four had ended prior to Bruno’s permission, resulting in the electric shock to ther titties and subsequent orgasms.

 

“Finally,” Bruno exclaimed.

 

“I never was so horny in my entire life,” Kit pronounced.  “I’m almost tempted to have you do it again.”

 

“You’re nothing but a born whore, little one.  And now you’ll get a chance to prove it.”

 

Bruno’s words shocked Kit.  She had never considered herself as an overly sexy person, despite her attractiveness.  She was puzzled by her reactions to the treatment she had received at the hands of Sam Roffino and her apparent acceptance of pain in order to receive the blessed drugs he was willing to give her.  Even now, as Bruno injected the hypodermic into her arm, she was alarmed and confused as to her response to the enemas.  The drug swept through her veins and it was not long before Kit was basking in the glow of induced euphoria.

 

She offered no resistance as Bruno released the restraints that held her on the table and lifted her to her feet.  Her eyes were glazed and legs weak but Bruno’s grasp of her arm kept her upright.  She exhibited no curiosity as Bruno led her from the room and down a short hallway.  Entering a larger room, she saw a group of men standing around, drinking and smoking.  It did not seem odd to Kit that all of the men, at least twenty of them, were as naked as she..Kit, in her exhilaration, smiled at them as Bruno led her toward the center of the room where a low bench had been placed.  She didn’t object when Bruno placed her on her back atop the bench and strapped her arms above her head.  Her lower body hung over the end of the bench after Bruno had lifted her legs up, doubled them back toward her shoulders and restrained them with the same straps that held her arms.  Kit was bent double, her pussy and anal ring completely available. 

 

The lips of her pussy were swollen and red and her clit peeked out between the folds like a tiny penis.  Her only moment of sadness came when Bruno tied a blindfold over her eyes.  Doomed to temporary blindness, she was unaware when one of the men positioned himself behind her upraised legs.  When his cock plunged into her pussy, Kit’s first thought was that Bruno had misplaced the enema nozzle. 

 

The cock slid easily inside her oily pussy and Kit quickly realized that the sensations she was feeling were far more pleasant than an enema nozzle.  Two hands grasped her swollen tits and began to massage and squeeze them, much to her delight.  Her body rose up to meet the downward thrusts and little mewls came from her throat as her loins became hotter and hotter.

 

The cock slammed into her again and again; the slap of the man’s groin against her butt cheeks echoed through the room.  “Yes!  Yes!  Yes!” she whispered, her body quivering under the all out assault on her sex.  The muscles in her pussy squeezed the prong invading it, relaxing only when it receded almost to the lips of her vagina.  Her hips thrust up with each downward plunge, sinking the hot shaft of meat deep inside her until she thought she would faint from ecstasy.

 

“Oh, God, Yes!  Fuck me, Bruno!  Fuck me!”

 

It was not Bruno who was fucking Kit but it mattered little to the woman who’s back arched upward as her first orgasm exploded inside her.

 

“Unnhhhhhhhhh!!!!”

 

The rhythm increased as the man’s meat slammed into her again and again.  Kit’s second orgasm quickly followed the first and she almost fainted from delight.  Sweat was flying from both bodies as they danced a sex dance that was both erotic and powerful.

 

‘YEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!” she screamed when still another orgasm blasted her brain.  She so wanted the use of her arms to grasp the man plowing her twat.  When his lips sank down against hers, she opened her mouth wide and sucked his tongue inside her and began to move like she had another penis in her throat.

 

As if to answer her wishes, another man straddled her head and thrust his cock into her open mouth.  Kit thought it only natural that she began licking and sucking while her pussy was being battered.  She was having trouble breathing but it didn’t seem to matter.  She was in the midst of still another orgasm; one that seemed endless.

 

A little whimper escaped her as the man fucking her withdrew but he was quickly replaced by another and Kit was soaring in another sexual adventure.  At that moment, the cock in her mouth spewed cum down her throat and she swallowed furiously to keep from choking.

 

The second man fucking her shot his load and another quickly took his place, followed by a fourth, fifth and sixth.  Kit soon lust track of the number of orgasms she experienced as well as the number of men fucking her.  Spunk spilled out of her pussy and wet sopping noises accompanied each downward thrust of her partner.  Kit passed in and out of consciousness but the orgy continued.

 

When she no longer had the strength to tighten the muscles in her pussy, they began to fuck her in the ass.  Kit’s orgasms continued until she was almost hysterical.  When she was the receptical for three cocks at once, she almost fainted with elation.  Her only desire was to offer herself to as many as she possibly could.  No longer was she Kit Mitchell, star reporter.  She was Kit the Mob Boss’s whore.