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Synopsis: Family captured by The Group, an organization of crooks. Father asked to reveal details of major bank deposit refuses and has to witness the interrogation and degradation of his family.
Question and Answer

Question and Answer.

A Short Story by Susan.

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Caution. Not for the faint-hearted.

 Interrogation which gets seriously evil

Non consensual

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One. Capture.

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The sunset was exceptional, shards of vermilion on a canvas of almost lemon yellow.

Greg sat at the stern, one hand on the polished wood of the tiller, the other nestling under his wife’s’ left breast as she cuddled in to his chest.

Auto-pilot could have taken over, but this was the magic of long distance cruising.

Almost silently, the 48 footer slipped through a bloodstained sea towards the setting sun.

Mary laughed softly.

“What’s funny?”

“Your face when Sally turned up on the quay with Bill. You looked so comical trying to stop showing how shocked you were. Do you still think he’s so awful?”

Greg shrugged. “Seems to have a better mind than I expected, and he’s certainly athletic. Marvellous with the sails.”

Mmmmm…..very athletic!” Mary giggled. She wondered if her husband knew how much she wanted to see her daughters’ new boy-friend in the nude.

He stood six six, had muscles on his arms and chest like whipcord, and a very full package under his shorts. Twenty, self confidant, already with his own computer business and making good money.

Did negroes really have extra big cocks?

The ones on blue movies Mary had watched always seemed well endowed.

And now her daughter had brought Bill to join them on their four week holiday.

Priscilla, their younger daughter, could hardly take her eyes off the new man when he was in his shorts.

This was the first night passage. To-morrow they would be about mid-way on the first leg of the cruise, heading for a small uninhabited group of islands reputed to be like Paradise on Earth.

Mary wondered if Pris was still a virgin.

Last time they had talked of that sort of thing, Pris had got quite annoyed, accusing her mother of not trusting her.

“I’m over the age of consent, Mother, so if I wanted to do it, you couldn’t stop me. But I haven’t met anyone I want to do that sort of thing with yet, so you can relax. But I do know all about condoms and sperm, so don’t be so condescending!” That had been, what ? Six months ago…

Greg had brought the boat over from Europe with Brisbane Joe, an old sailing friend from way back.

Mary and Priscilla had flown out and met up with Sally and Bill on the quay yesterday to embark on what should be an idyllic sunshine cruise. Brisbane Joe would meet them when the holiday was over to crew for Greg as they took the boat home.

They needed a break. Greg had just completed the biggest deal of his life so far, three and a quarter million pounds, deposited in Antigua to minimize tax. He had been very stressed out, and this was to be the big relax time.

Mary hoped it would work. Her husband had not slept with her for eleven weeks.

The music hall joke of being too tired or having a headache, but it was the male who couldn’t raise the flag-pole. Mary had quietly taken to self-abuse.

Puritanical nonsense. Self-gratification. Self-relief. Certainly not “abuse”.

Unbidden, the picture of an ebony cockhead parting the pink folds of her oldest daughter’s sex came into her mind, causing a dampening beneath the vee of her shorts.

Was he down below now, ploughing his way deep inside Sally?

Oh, how disgusting to be thinking such obscene thoughts.

“I’ll make us a coffee, Darling, or something stronger if you like!” she smiled, standing up and stepping back a pace towards the cabin hatchway, conscious of that damp patch and wondering if he could smell her arousal.

“Maybe a nip of that Spanish brandy in the coffee, Darling. Lovely!” Greg smiled. He had no idea of the sexual tensions in his wife’s mind. He was fifty-seven and sex was something he no longer found very exciting. He would have been absolutely amazed to know that she sat on the toilet ferociously massaging her clitoris to bring herself an orgasm at least once a day!

He was aware that she was a very pretty woman, and proud of the fact that she was frequently thought to be Sally’s sister and his daughter. The advantage of marrying a much younger woman. And of having money.

He heard the soft beat of a motor, the first non-natural noise for hours, and stood to look around.

There was a fairly large motor craft astern, moving quite fast. In these open seas, one always passed by within hailing distance, so he was not surprised that it was heading straight for him.

It grew closer and he could see a tall woman standing by the starboard side rails, waving in an agitated way.

Greg flicked the autopilot on and flipped a couple of fenders over the port side.

The motor craft was about a 38 footer, sleek and expensive.

“Do you speak English?” the woman said as the two boats closed to within a couple of foot.

Greg nodded, flicked a hand to point to the ensign fluttering at the stern.

“Please help me. May I come aboard?”

He held out a hand and she caught hold and jumped neatly to stand on the stern locker. She kept hold of his hand as she stepped down onto the deck. Then she let go, raised her other hand, and touched Greg for a second on his bare arm. He hardly saw the small black box in her hand, like a remote control, but the paralysing shock that seized up every one of his muscles was stunning, and he collapsed almost gracefully at her feet.

Mary emerged from the companionway carrying a small tray with two glasses and two steaming mugs.

She had heard the other boat come alongside and was not really surprised to see someone else standing there.

“Oh, hello. I’m sorry, I sort of knocked your husband over when I jumped on!” the tall woman smiled. “Can you help me get him up on the locker seat?”

Wha…oh, my God. What’s the matter, Darling?” Mary gasped, seeing Greg twitching as if he was having an epileptic fit. She put the tray down, bent over, and then made a sort of gurgle of shock as a paralysing shock entered her behind where the stun gun hit her.

From the motor craft, a swarthy Mexican looking man tossed over a coiled rope and the woman efficiently made both vessels fast.

Two men joined her on the sailing yacht. Each held a stun gun.

“Well done, Greta. They never suspect a pretty woman!”

“Save the congratulations until we have them all secured. You take the nigger and the blonde bitch, I’ll get the young one!” 

There was just one angry roar from Bill when two men entered the cabin. He was not in the best position to defend himself. Lying on the bunk with his legs hanging off the edge, Sally bobbing her head enthusiastically up and down as she deep throated his very impressive organ.

The stun gun that shot its charge into her naked buttocks also provided his penis with a very uncomfortable charge, but before he could react, the second man had left him twitching like a rag doll on the bunk.

Pris was asleep. The woman entered her cabin, smiled to see the pert naked breasts showing above the pushed down duvet, and delicately placed the stun gun right on Priscilla’s pale pink nipple before pressing the discharge button.

Plastic zip ties secured ankles and wrists. Two naked, one almost nude, and two clothed bodies were carried below decks on the motor cruiser.

The Spaniard was left to sail the yacht. They would rendezvous on the selected island, the only one of the group to have grey pebble beaches and thus the least popular with visiting yachtsmen.

He knew the way. The Group had a well-hidden base in a cave inside an almost land-locked inlet.

Once in the small anchorage and close to the overhanging cliffs, even from the air it was unlikely anyone could see the vessels.

Any way, no one would be looking for them for a few weeks yet.

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Two.  Humiliation.

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Greta looked as if she could purr.

Usually there was at least one woman. This time she had three.

The Group had found that interrogation worked better if there were inter-active parties. Trying to extract lucrative information from a businessman or break the will of a rival criminal could sometimes be done with just a quick efficient beating, but the higher the stakes, the more pressure it took to gain information.

So, to have a businessman watch his secretary endure unspeakable cruelty often got much more rapid results than hurting him.

Father, daughter, crook and girl-friend, whatever the relationship, hurting one in front of the other was frequently effective. And, of course, much more fun for Greta.

She knew that she was a very disgusting specimen of the human race. Far from being ashamed, she had studied ways to use her dreadful skills to good advantage, and had proven her ability to the Group some years ago, reducing captured Slovack girls to obedient sex slaves without leaving a mark on their bodies.

Earning trust had moved her up from being an enforcer to becoming the chief interrogator, privy to some very private information, yet trusted to keep her mouth shut and now so well ensconced in the Group that she was virtually above the laws that control ordinary folk.

She could kill, not because it was necessary, but because she enjoyed her work so much, and often did not know when to stop.

Of course, the Group had others who found these qualities in a lovely woman highly desirable. There was rarely a shortage of men wanting to work with Greta!

Simon Hutchings and Lou Cortez were the two who were sharing this job.

Both approved of her perversion, though only Lou found her sexually desirable.

Simon preferred men for his between the sheets pastimes. Neither had any aversion to rape.

Inside the cave, a considerable amount of money had been lavished on secret accommodation, which was virtually invisible even to anyone who did find and explore the cave opening where it met the water of the lagoon. The work had been carried out in secret, all spoil removed and dumped out to sea, all interior conversion soundproofed by the thickness of the rock walls, all entrances cunningly disguised and seriously protected.

Hidden cameras monitored the approaches by land and water, alarms warning of any visitors.

Those who knew of its existence called it the James Bond set.

Bill was in a small cell on his own, given a pair of shorts and a loose shirt, his wrists and ankles wearing lightweight but very strong cuffs linked by a short chain to allow movement but designed to make resistance or escape unlikely.

He was not gagged, had a tray of fruit and nuts to eat, and use of a small macerator water closet containing tap, sink, and toilet pan. He had little recollection of what had happened and had tried shouting until his throat was sore. He had not seen any of the others and had no idea why he was a captive.

Priscilla and Sally were in a similar cell, also wearing shorts and loose tops, wrists and ankles secured in the same fashion, and both very frightened and confused. No one had spoken to them. They did feel that they may have been drugged, both complaining of headaches and a “fuzzy” feeling.

Like Bill, they had tried shouting for help, but to no avail. They tried to work out what had happened, why it had happened, and to guess where they were. It was hopeless. Being together gave them some comfort, but they were worried what had happened to their parents and to Bill.

Greg and Mary were also together, but in a very different way.

Greg was tied naked against the smooth rock wall of a very unsettling large chamber that had various fittings and accoutrements suggesting grave unpleasantness. He had a pear-shaped rubber gag filling his mouth, held in place with a strap, which fastened behind his head.

The lighting was so dim as to make everything blend into shadow apart from Mary, who was strapped face up and stark naked to a wooden x-shaped table. She was gagged with a sort of rubber ring that actually held her jaws open but prevented her ability to speak. There was a bright spotlight shining on her.

They were trying to talk to each other, but only meaningless “MnMMMnnnmnnGGhhhs” and “Aaarggghhhaaaiiiss” came out.

Neither had any recollection of anything since the attack on their boat.

They had come round, helpless, naked, and facing the unknown with no clue as to why they were in this awful place.

And they stayed like that for three hours.

In a more luxuriously appointed part of the underground system, Simon was reading a spy novel and keeping watch on the bank of screens showing the surveillance camera views. Nothing was happening.

Next door, on a very comfortable double bed, Lou Cortez grunted with pleasure as he pumped from the rear against the well-shaped bottom of the desirable Greta, naked but for her black spike heeled boots.

On hands and knees, she made little approving squeaks as Lou thrust as deeply as he could into her very hot and wet vagina.

He was better than most, able to ride fast without coming too soon. And he had fucked with Greta often enough to know how she liked it. He listened to her squeaks, waiting for them to shift key, then he reached forward and grabbed her hanging breasts, squeezing painfully hard as he speeded up his attack and reamed her wet pussy deep and hard to bring the wild shouts of profanity and filth from her pretty lips.

“Yes, you BAAARRRSTARD….ooo…FUCKKK MEEE…..oh…Oh.  OH YEESSSS…..Now…FUCK MEEEEE!!!!!!….OOOGHHH…Let’s get those CUUUNNNNTTTSSSS!!!!”

She turned and went down on him, avidly licking her own juices from his softening member. When she had sucked and tongued every inch of his manhood, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs.

“Will you please me, Lou…?   I’ll let you have the young girl later,,,,,”

Lou muff dived. He was not very keen on sucking a cunt after sex. Before was O.K., but afterwards there was all that fuckin’ jism to lap out.

But this bitch was so hot, she was worth it. He only had to think of what they would soon be doing, and his cock started to swell already.

They had a quick shower and he dressed in black trousers and a loose black silk shirt, wearing pointed Mexican black leather shoes and a silver buckled pants belt.

She put on a mini skirt in scarlet leather, a low cut half see-through red lace blouse over a miniscule uplift bra. that made her already generous boobs jut out like a porn stars, and black mesh nylons hitched to a suspender belt, also black, plus those high-heeled boots.

Between them, they looked like something off a kinky web site for fetish addicts, which was entirely the appearance they desired.

Then they went to the dungeon.

“Mr. Wilson , how are you? I’m Greta Stern. I work for a company that believes you have taken something that belonged to them.”

Greg stared in amazement at the woman who had walked into the dungeon and now stood before him with a smile on her face. She did not seem in the least concerned that he was stark naked. He mentally screamed at her to get him untied and set free, but only unintelligible muffled noises escaped the gag, which only added to his frustration.

“I’m sure you will be wanting to demand all sorts of things, Mr.Wilson , but you are tied up and so is your wife. So I am the one who will do the talking for a little while.

Can I call you Greg? After all, with you standing there with no clothes on, it isn’t as though we are being formal.

Oh, and your wife would no doubt like to do a bit of complaining as well, but she is on a special table that can be moved in various ways. It’s a sort of modern version of the rack. You’ll see how effective it is later, if you don’t agree to my proposition.

Now, all I want is the sequence of account numbers required to access your bank account in Antigua so that the three and a half million pounds you have transferred there can be removed and sent to our Swiss bank for safe-keeping.

Nod your head if you are ready to give me the numbers, Greg Darling, and as soon as the bank confirms the transfer, you and your family will be returned to your boat, unharmed and unmolested.

Oh, yes. I didn’t mention that your daughters and some big negroe chap are also here, in another room.

That’s probably why I chose the word ‘unmolested’ just now. I have a couple of male assistants who saw your daughters in a state of undress, and they are straining at the leash to be allowed visitation rights in their cells……There, that seems to be everything important. Now, nod your head if you are ready to give me those numbers……”

Greg shook his head angrily. Who the Hell did this bloody woman think she was? God, he’d have her locked up and throw the bloody key away when he got out of here.

“Oh goody! I was quite concerned you might give in before we had got to know each other a lot better, Greg,” Greta smiled sweetly. “Your refusal gives me one hour before I have to ask you again. That’s one of the rules. You’ll learn about the rest of the rules when the time comes.

Now, the usual way to make a man co-operate is to use sex.

Maybe you’d like me to become your lover and whisper the numbers in my ear after we have made passionate love under the stars!

I wouldn’t mind that. You are quite well hung for a man of your age.”

To Greg’s amazed embarrassment the sexily clad dominatrix stood in front of him and casually began to play with his flaccid penis, peeling back the foreskin, fondling his balls, gently tugging on his equipment.

To his horror, she dropped to her knees and began to lick and suck his cock.

Nothing happened. No way was he going to become sexually aroused in this situation.

After a few moments she stood up and smiled at him.

“Nice cock. I’ll get it hard another time. Now I’m going to show you why you should do as you are told. I’m going to play with your wife!”

As Greta sauntered over to the table on which Mary lay, a man stepped out of the shadows.

Lou Cortez, ex-boxer, hard, cruel, and an avid rapist. He was smiling a very unpleasant smile as he looked at Mary’s blatantly exposed charms.

“Lou, Darling, meet Mrs. Wilson. Mary to her friends. We’re going to make her uncomfortable together. Is there anything you particularly fancy doing to her?”

Lou reached forward and caught hold of both Mary’s large nipples. She made a lot of protesting Noises. They turned into a scream as Lou viciously rotated the trapped cherries, then pulled viciously upwards, jerking Mary’s ample breasts into taut pointed peaks.

“Nice tits, Greta. Can I give them a slapping?”

“Of course, Lou. Just be a little careful. I want to do things to them, too.”

She walked back to Greg and playfully tweaked his penis. “Watch this, Darling. Lou used to be a boxer. He loves punching women’s breasts. Turns him on like an aphrodisiac. You just watch his cock, Darling…Oh, he’s not taken his pants off yet. Lou, let the dog see the rabbit, Sweetie!”

Lou shrugged his trousers down. His penis hung long and limp.

Then he began to hit Mary’s breasts, working them alternately, fists moving with incredible speed, the heavy cones of flesh being slammed from side to side and up and down, Mary’s nude form twisting uselessly against her bonds, her screams echoing off the rocky walls.

As he enjoyed the sensation of his knuckles sinking into the bouncing breasts and heard his victim’s shrieking terror, Lou got a hard-on very rapidly, his cock jutting forward, swinging wildly as he boxed the bouncing boobs.

“Enough already!” Greta shouted. “You’ll make her pass out, and we don’t want her to miss the fun. Are you going to feed her some meat, Sweetie?”

Fuckin’ Ace!” Lou grinned, and to Mary’s absolute horror, the man clambered onto the table, knealt astride her head, and lowered his throbbing cock down towards her face.

“Suck it, Baby, or I get to beat those bags of yours a fuckin’ site harder. Keep still, Cunt….I want you to show your old man how you eat cock!”

The ring gag meant Mary could not bite. She gurgled with horror as the man lowered his crotch and fed his penis into her mouth. The taste was slightly acid. Her tongue tried to prevent access, but he was holding her head still by twisting handfuls of her long blonde hair, rocking his hips, thrusting deeper until he was hitting the back of her throat, and she had to accept him or choke.

Struggling in his bonds against the wall, her husband was apoplectic, but his muffled cries of rage were totally ignored by Greta and Lou.

The swarthy man was speeding up, short bunny rabbit thrusts, muttering obscenities as he neared orgasm, then giving a groan of delight as he shot jets of sperm down Mary’s gagging throat.

He lifted up, worked his prick slightly to dribble slimy strands of come over her face, loving the expression of disgust and terror in his captive’s deep blue eyes.

Then he climbed off her.

 “Thanks, Boss,” he grinned at Greta. “ All yours now. You gonna stretch the bitch?”

“Just enough to worry her!” the scarlet woman smiled. “You want to stay and watch?”

“Darling, I’d stay any time to see you work on some poor slut. I love the way they scream!”

Greta picked up a thing rather like an over-size remote control. She pressed a couple of buttons, and there was a soft humming noise as small electric motors began to operate the sections of the table Mary was strapped on.

Mary tensed. She could feel her legs being moved sideways as the lower sections of the “X” widened slowly. Not only that. The cuffs around her wrists began to pull her arms very slowly tighter.

The full horror of her predicament hit her like a ton of bricks. She had been hurt by the punching, humiliated and degraded by the enforced fellatio, but this was life threatening, Her arms and legs were being slowly pulled apart by an inexorable force

She was screaming for help, begging this awful woman to stop the machine, shrieking at her husband to do whatever they wanted before she was torn like a witch on the rack. Of course, only meaningless noise escaped the ring gag.

There was a shooting pain in her hips. Her legs were just a little further apart than they had ever been before, and her knees felt as though they were twisting out of their sockets. She could see her nipples sticking up as her stretched arms tensioned her breasts and slightly flattened their mature fullness into a more youthful pert prominence.

God, they were going to break her bones………………

The woman was leaning over, smiling at her, obviously really enjoying hurting her. The noise of the motors stopped, and Mary could feel a cold sweat of fear all over her body. The ordeal of swallowing a stranger’s sperm and the beating of her breasts was forgotten, kicked out of her brain by the panic of thinking she was to be broken on the rack.

“There, my little one. Is that painful yet? I just want you to know I can go on stretching you for about three days before I actually pull any bones out of their sockets. Just think how much fun that will be. And you will have lots of nice cocks to suck, or maybe I’ll rape you a little with one of my special dildoes. Let’s see. We haven’t checked how tight your pussy is, yet, have we?”

Greta slid her hand up the inside of Mary’s thighs, stroked the golden fleece on her pudenda for a moment, then wormed her forefinger between Mary’s labial petals. The vaginal walls were slightly damp and surprisingly tight. Often, with legs pulled so wide apart, the cunt would feel slack on a woman used to sex.

Greta moved her finger slowly in and out, at the same time letting her thumb flick from side to side, “thrumming” Mary’s labia and rubbing over the clitoral hood.

She made sure Greg could see how obscene her actions were.

“You warm her up like this, Greg baby? Or do you like to suck her a little to get things nice and wet?”

And Greta bent forward between the widespread thighs, planted her mouth on the bulge of Mary’s pudenda, and let her tongue start to trail over the displayed sex meat, inhaling the musky smell from her  finger, rolling her head as she began to seriously enjoy the warm womanflesh.

Greg stared in silent disgust tinged with unwanted interest. After all, the sight of this awful woman from the rear, bent over his wife’s loins, the mini-skirt riding high to give an unobstructed view of Greta’s arse cheeks divided by the thong almost vanishing in her crack, the suspender belt and the dark stockings……it was like an illustration from  a fetish sex magazine, and it stopped Greg from struggling and protesting. He just stared in dismayed self-loathing at his own prurient interest.

It was a somewhat dis-concerting experience for his wife, too.

Despite the strain of her position, Mary was unable to prevent her body from arching slightly, a reflex action to press her pussy meat harder against that knowing tongue.

Greta felt the tremble and could taste the sudden flow of juice. Her finger slipped in a suddenly moist channel, feeling the little ribs at the upper neck of the vagina start to harden and engorge as sexual desire flamed deep in Mary’s belly.

Greta smiled inwardly. Perhaps all was not well in the Wilson marital department. The speed with which this woman’s body reacted to intimate massage suggested frustration and denied desires.

She let her free hand start to roam over the naked woman, brushing over her tautened breasts, gradually rewarded by feeling her nipples enlarge and harden, her whole body start to tremble and strain, her voice no longer making protesting noises through the gag but now moaning with obvious delight as flames of lust burned inside her.

An accomplished lesbian when she wanted to be, Greta knew just how gently to bite a swollen clitoris, how high to probe with a searching finger tip, how carefully to press a nipple twixt thumb and forefinger to bring just the right amount of pain for it to excite rather than dismay. She worked Mary’s sexuality with a skill born of years of practice, bringing the dis-oriented and thoroughly ashamed woman to a helpless shuddering orgasm that left her quivering on the rack, sheened in sweat, and gasping and twitching with spasms of pleasure tingling through every nerve in her blatantly exposed body.

Standing and turning to the silent husband, her lipstick and make-up smeared over her face by the juices of Mary’s climax, Greta smiled triumphantly.

“What a sexy slut you have for a wife, Greg Darling. A real hot cunt, is’nt she? I bet you can’t wait to get home at night with a wet pussy like that waiting to swallow your cock so readily. I wonder if your daughters are as sexy?

He was silent. It was beginning to get to him that this could be a lot more serious than he had thought.

Somehow, despite the initial shock of finding himself tied up and Mary so dreadfully laid out on that table thing, he had been sure there was an element of bluff. Or that people would be rushing to rescue him and his family.

She walked over to him, casually began to fondle his limp penis. He had absolutely no sexual response, but she was not expecting one.

Behind her, Lou was fondling the naked wife and it was obvious Mary was enjoying it physically even though mentally she may have been very upset. She couldn’t help making little “Oogh” and “Aaaargh” noises of delight as Lou probed her turned on cunt meat with skilful fingers. She didn’t even cry out when he dropped his pants and started to fuck her.

“Well, Sweetie. My first hour is almost up. You get the chance to tell us those numbers again. Once we know they are genuine, you will all be drugged and returned to the boat relatively unharmed. But my next session is six hours long” Greta told him.

“That will be six hours when, no matter how much you want me to stop so that you can save yourself and your family from pain or abuse, I am authorised to interrogate you to break your will. And with two lovely young girls and that big black lad to play with, I can think of some very exciting games to play that will make you and your family wish you had never been born!”

She cupped his balls, closed her fingers tightly about the leathery scrotum, and suddenly twisted his sac completely round one full turn, making him shriek like a woman in sudden dreadful agony. It was even worse as he couldn’t bend his body or use his hands to protect his manhood.

Greta kissed his cheek tenderly and patted his released sac as one would pat a child’s head..

“There, there Sweetie. Did I hurt your poor little bollocks? D’you know, I’ve actually hung men from their scrotums while I whipped the shit out of them.

 You  don’t have any idea how much I can hurt you if I feel like it, Darling!

 So, enough play-time. Are you ready to talk or not? Last chance for six hours.”

 

Greg saw the man still ploughing contentedly into Mary.

And he knew the girls could be next.

But he had worked all his life for this last one big deal. This was the culmination of years of hard graft, hours of effort to provide a good living for his wife and children in the later years…….

 

Only thirty or so numbers, and this bitch would have the key to take every last penny he owned away from him. He didn’t want to suffer, but, Jesus Christ, that account was his whole life’s work…..

He shook his head.

And his heart sank when he saw the look of pure evil lust that flared in Greta’s eyes.

Dear God, what was this fiendish woman going to do to them?

 

End of Part One.

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PART TWO.

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Bring on the Girls..

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Three. A Virgin?

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.Priscilla was just eighteen, but she looked younger.

It was a feature of her family.

Her mother Mary could easily have passed for her older sister despite nearly twenty years of married life and bearing two children, Priscilla herself and her very pretty sister,19 year old Sally.

All three had Nordic blonde hair, good figures, and blue eyes. Priscilla had her hair cut short in a pageboy style that was probably why she looked even younger than her years, like a curvy schoolgirl.

She was struggling as Lou man-handled her along the tunnel from the cell she had been sharing with her sister to the larger cave in which her parents had been abused.

With her wrists hand-cuffed behind her, Pris could not really mount any serious resistance against the wiry man who had one arm round her waist, half lifting her off her feet, while he used the other arm to choke hold her neck. His hand dropped down repeatedly to cop a feel of her youthful thrusting breasts, ill concealed under the loose cotton top.

“Come on, you sexy little cunt…..we got some real cool fun lined up for you. Wanna see Mom and Daddy? They’re in here, bitch.”

And he dragged her in to the large rock dungeon where she immediately saw her naked father facing her, his wrists and ankles roped to steel rings set in the walls of the cave. Then she saw her mother, still spread out in a naked “X” on the raised table top.

She gave a cry of horror and struggled so violently that Lou had to let go of her. Trying to run, forgetting the lightweight hobble chain between her manacled ankles, Priscilla tumbled over, banging her shoulder painfully on the smooth stone floor.

She was scrambling to her knees when he kicked her in her belly, savagely enough to make her gurgle with agony and get knocked onto her back. He grinned, seeing up her loose shorts  as her legs waved in the air. No panties. He could see her pale blonde snatch thatch.

Greta came to help him pull the girl to her feet and drag her over to a spot mid way between her parents. Two steel rings in the floor were used to spread her ankles and secure them apart, then Greta produced another small hand control, and from the dark recesses of the vaulted roof, a pair of chains descended, loops at the end quickly secured around Priscilla’s wrists in place of the lightweight manacles.

A couple of presses on the remote control, and the teenager was standing on tip toe with her arms and legs nicely apart, almost a mirror image of her lying down mother.

“I’m Greta, your worst nightmare,” the evil dominatrix smiled at the young frightened girl. “I like hurting people. And I want your Daddy to tell me something that will make the people I work for a lot of money. He’s being stubborn, so you are going to help persuade him.

 Now we are introduced, let me make your acquaintance more intimately! Your lovely mother knows how intimate I like to be with another woman.

 All this smudging on my lip-stick is because she almost washed my face in her sticky cunt juice, Priscilla. Just before she enjoyed being fucked by Lou. He wants to have you, too. Are you as sexy as your mother? She’s a slut!”

“Please, what’s going on? Let me go. We haven’t done anything to you!” Priscilla cried, struggling very attractively in her chains.

Greta slapped her across the face, hard enough for the teenager’s lip to be slightly split. A trickle of blood coursed down her chin.

“You stupid cunt! Didn’t you hear what I just told you? Get Daddy to talk, then you might get off with just a good fucking. Unfortunately for you, we can ‘t ask him again for six hours. I want to make sure he doesn’t refuse me then, so I’m teaching him a lesson.

Get her clothes off, Lou. Let’s see what she looks like in the nude.”

Lou did not need to be told twice. He produced a nasty looking curved blade, slit the sleeves of Priscilla’s blouse, then tore it from her upper body with a violent wrench that instantly exposed a delicious pair of firm upthrust breasts. They were  tipped with pale pink coral nipples hardened by fear.

Lou pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. He was naked from the waist down, and his cock was already showing at half mast.

Priscilla cried in fear, tears starting to flood from her eyes. She had never seen an older man’s sex parts this close before apart from on a dirty video one of her girlfriends persuaded her to watch one time.

Lou began to slit the legs of her shorts open. When he tore the ripped cloth from between her legs, his eyes were fixed on the beautiful pubic mound that she possessed, lightly furred with tight golden curls, divided at the base of the triangle with one of those firm tight creases that doesn’t expose any cunt lip at all.

He ran his hands over her body, cock stiffening as she squealed and squirmed. Those tits were like firm jutting peaks. Her waist was narrow, flaring out to tight rounded arse cheeks over shapely girly thighs.

She was like a young thoroughbred, just waiting to be broken in and ridden into the ground!

He palmed her venus mound, slipped a finger low in that tight cleft, and as she screamed with real terror, he inserted his forefinger and forced between the dry warm folds.

Then he gave a low throaty growl, like an animal.

“Fuck me, Greta. This piece of pussy is a fuckin’ virgin!”

Greta licked her lips. “Let’s make sure Mummy can watch in comfort before you go any further, Lou!” she smiled, and waited for him to come over and help re-adjust the spreading X-table on which Mary lay.

There was a whirring of hidden machinery, and the wooden cross bed began to rotate from the horizontal, Mary’s wide open ankles lowering towards the floor, her head rising so she could have a much better view of both her husband and her sobbing daughter.

Greta stopped it at just over 45 degrees.

She ran a hand up the inside of Mary’s thighs and almost playfully dug two fingers deep inside the still oozing and slightly parted pussy lips.

Priscilla saw the lewd fingering, and was wise enough in the ways of the body to know that her mother had obviously been turned on by whatever had taken place. In fact, one could smell the slight fishy tang of moist pussy lips in the air.

“You really are a slut, aren’t you Mrs. Wilson. I bet when I let your girl come and lick Lou’s spunk juice out of your slit, you’ll probably come again!….Oh, don’t look so shocked, Mary. Your little girl is going to have the sort of sex education most girls only dream about. We don’t want her to enjoy it too much, though, so this first fuck is probably going to make her scream. And it’s all your greedy husband’s fault!”

She nodded at Lou who was standing there slowly stroking his swollen cock to keep it firm and ready to deflower Priscilla. “Go get her, Tiger!”

Rape is not a pleasant subject for most people.

But for Lou, rape was about ten times better than any willing sex.

And for Greta, anything that made a woman scream was good, so she was enjoying this, too.

Gripping her hips, Lou pressed his wet cockhead against Priscilla’s groove and rubbed himself back and forth a few times, his pre-come wetting her virgin crack and lubricating the tight fold of the outer labia until they flared enough for his glans to locate the Cyclops eye of her femininity.

She tried to wriggle away from the insistent probing dome, but being so taut and so out-spread made real evasion impossible. She cried out with fear, realizing that he had centred himself against her opening. Then she screamed for real as he lunged forward with deliciously satisfying cruelty and drove his swollen cockhead between her outer lips and in her tight vulva for over one and a half inches.

Priscilla knew he was up to her maidenhead. She could feel the all-round tug as the membrane tented inwards, knew that his next push would take away her innocence for ever.

“Oh, dear God, please don’t do this!” she cried, tears coursing down her cheeks.

“It ain’t God that’s fuckin’ you, Sweetheart!” Lou leered, drew his loins back, tensed his stomach muscles, sank his fingertips into the flesh over her hip bones so deep it hurt, then slammed forward to rip the bitch open in one glorious shattering blood-spattering thrust that sent his good sized penis in her to the hilt, curly blacks mashing with wispy blondes.

Greg and Mary both cringed with horror as they heard their youngest daughter’s shriek of agony and shame.

Greta had to stroke her own sex, the pure evil of this family degradation warming her loins so much she was already wet.

Inside his target, Lou could begin to ream the helpless girl with long slow thrusts, pulling almost free, grinning as he looked down to see her hymen blood smeared on his shaft, then savagely driving into her with a massive lunge, belly slapping into hers, arching her body, almost breaking her chained wrists and ankles.

Her screams were slightly less intense, the initial sharp agony of being ripped asunder now more a burning sensation as if she was being stabbed inside with a hot iron shaft.

The worst thing was the total helplessness. She knew that this man and the gloating evil woman could do anything they wanted to her fresh young body, and there was not a thing she could do to stop them.

 

Greg watched his daughter suffer the loveless copulation with a feeling of sick guilt like acid in his bowels.

He should have given them the money.

He had not really thought they would rape his girls.

And the acid feeling of self hate grew even stronger as he had to admit that he was lying to himself. He had thought this could happen, but valued his money even more than his family’s safety. Even now, if given the chance, he probably would not give in to this awful woman. Surely some opportunity of escape or some form of rescue would help them.

 

Greta shivered. This was just so wonderful, actually being paid to enjoy her perversion. She went to Greg and played with his limp manhood some more. “Would you like to fuck her, too?” she leered, licking her lips suggestively. “Maybe while she’s bending over licking Mary’s cunt out? No? You think I couldn’t make you do it, don’t you? Daddy porking his recently deflowered teenage daughter while she does cunnilingus for all she’s worth on her Mommy’s wet pussy? Believe me, Mr. Wilson, I can make people do things they could never have imagined possible. Turning you into an incestuous molester will be easy. But I do need those numbers, and sex is too much like fun, so maybe I’ll have to shock you some more to loosen your tongue. Let’s see if you want to watch  your pretty girl feel pain.

Of course, you have to feel it first, just so you know how much it hurts. You are not going to enjoy this, Greg.”

She walked into the shadowed part of the chamber, returning with a thing that looked quite like a very long dildoe. She held it up so the man could see it clearly.

“It’s a pain stick, Greg. There’s a little factory in Tijuana where about thirty ladies sit at their work benches from eight in the morning until five at night making these little beauties. I always find it amazing that there can be such a big demand for something this disgusting. You see the copper rings on the shaft? These buttons can send electric discharges to the individual rings. This is the de luxe version, able to vary the current to each ring. Then there’s that metal button right on the knob. That’s a shocker, Bill. Hurts like…..this!”

And Greta touched the tip of the pain stick to the end of Greg’s penis and pressed the trigger on the handle.

 

He made a strange gurgling scream, rather like  arghowwwarghowww” repeated very fast, his body arching out from the wall of the cave and vibrating, urine spurting from his cock and fortunately just missing Greta.

As she released the trigger, his body sagged from his bound wrists, sweat pouring from his forehead, his cheeks white, his breathing harsh and ragged.

Greta smiled sweetly, touched the stick to his right nipple, and shocked him again.

Mary watched her husband buck and twitch in agony, heard his strangulated scream, and tore her eyes from him to gaze at her daughter, just suffering the high speed rabbit strokes as that swarthy savage man reached his climax, pumping a somewhat reduced load of his sperm to mingle with fresh maidenhead blood in poor Priscilla’s ravished pussy.

This must be some hideous nightmare.

Lou pulled out of Priscilla, thoroughly satisfied with one of the best fucks he had had for ages. There is just something so extra special about deflowering an unwilling virgin….

He stuck two fingers into the girl’s bloody slit, reaming her obscenely, then licking her blood and his own cum off his fingers.

“Delicious, Baby. I hope that fuckin’ bonehead father of yours doesn’t tell Greta what she wants to know. Then we can play lots more dirty games like this together, maybe even get you to learn how to suck me clean after I’ve shafted your sweet pussy hole, eh?”

He slapped her viciously across the breasts, laughing.

Greg shrieked again. His testicles this time.

“You gonna warm this raped pussy up some?” Lou growled, coming behind Greta and casually pulling down her mini skirt, playing with her revealed womanhood, his fingers shiny with the juice oozing from her slightly open vulva.

“Why not! Daddy dear knows what she’ll feel like, now” Greta said, and she approached the standing girl with a smile of lewd anticipation.

She bent down and ran the tip of the stick up the inside of Priscilla’s open thighs, then eased it very gently between the swollen petals of her labia majoris. She shuddered. Oh, this was just so gorgeous!

And Priscilla leaped off her feet, actually hanging in mid air from her restraints as her body spasmed with unimaginable agony that seemed to burn upwards from deep in her stomach and explode in fiery sparks along every limb.

The scream was exquisite.

Astounded horror and pain, eloquently expressed in a piercing shriek that echoed round the cavern walls.

Again, the stick forced up an inch or two.

And again.

Priscilla’s pee sprayed out around the invading shaft, the contractions within her stomach so severe that her bladder was emptied as if it had been squashed under a press.

There were other screams, too. Mary shrieking in horror, unable to speak but trying to beg Greta not to hurt her poor daughter, and Greg, who would have been screaming his agreement to tell the numbers if only he wasn’t wearing that damned o-gag.

Greta moved the stick even deeper, then played a ring tone game, electrifying the various bands around the shaft, sending her victim into paroxysms of near-insane terror. Lou got behind her, using his fingers to work her into an orgasm, admiring the ruthless cruelty of his merciless partner as she varied the intensity, position, duration, and frequency of the shocks zapping inside poor Priscillas’ pussy until the poor girl passed out from sheer terror.

Greta giggled, pulled her instrument from the girl, walked over to the mother and sank it a foot deep in the more resilient mature vagina of the gurgling woman.

“Just so you know what it feels like, Mary!” she grinned, and turned it on to “ripple” which ran shocks alternately through all of the metal bands.

She did not stop until Mary was unconscious.

Then she went back to Greg and showed him the wet bloody smears on the shaft of that diabolical pain stick.

“It’s a lovely toy, isn’t it Sweetie? Would you like me to push it up your asshole so you’d have a better idea what the girls felt like? Maybe later. I’ve got a whole five hours left to play with your family before you can talk to me again. Just think what fun we can have!”

And she pressed the stick to his groin and let him have a full minute of unbearable pain that left him unconscious, too.

“Come on, Lou. We’ve got work to do. This next bit should be fun!”

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Four. The Viagra Game.

 

The concoction was brewed by a chemist in Saigon. It was too dangerous to ever be offered on the open market, combining a modified form of Viagra with an offspring of Rohypnol that engendered a quite unreasonable form of lust in the recipient.

Even a person who was afraid and horrified would find their sexual parts reacting as if they were gagging for sex, and be totally unable to fight down the physical need in their loins.

Greta had found it a wonderful help in her unusual job.

To make a husband so randy that he would fuck her repeatedly in front of the horrified eyes of his loved ones or to make a wife absolutely beg for Lou to fuck her while her shocked husband watched in disbelief was the sort of shattering mental victory that gave her incredible power over her subjects, and she had some very saucy games lined up for the latest visitors to her little Hell on Earth.

 

A few minutes ago, Simon had taken glasses of water to the cells in which Sally and Bill were imprisoned. Neither had noticed the slightly bitter taste. At gunpoint, he made them strip naked, then he cuffed their ankles and wrists before leading them from their cell.

In the dungeon, Lou poured a glass full of the same drugged water down Greg’s throat, a few moments before Simon entered with the older daughter and her well hung black boy-friend. Sally and Bill were  seated in metal chairs that were bolted to the rock floor.

 It was a rather large shock for both of them, seeing Greg and his wife naked and obviously suffering awful torments, and poor Priscilla, still leaking blood from her gaping pussy, blatantly showing she had been raped.

Not being gagged, the two newcomers made a hell of a lot of noise asking what the devil was happening until Greta shut them both up by prodding them with her pain stick a couple of times to make sure they did as she told them.

The first thing was to secure their wrists so they were unable to escape, then fix the leg cuffs to the legs of the metal chairs thus keeping their thighs far enough apart to allow a nice view of their private parts.

Simon was not really interested in the mother and daughter splayed out in blatant nakedness, but he found the big black cock that lay between Bill’s thighs very appealing. He knelt down beside Bill’s chair and started to play with the ebony tube of wrinkled soft meat, totally ignoring Bill’s shouts of anger and threats of retribution.

If it had not been so dreadfully obvious that things were seriously dangerous, one could have found the next couple of minutes almost comical.

Bill, struggling madly but quite uselessly to escape his bonds, suddenly felt his limp penis tingle in that way the sight of a sexy girl usually brought on.

Furious with his own body, because he had never entertained homosexual thoughts for one moment in all his twenty years, he could not stop the rush of blood that made his lovely penis start to grow into a beautiful ten inch shaft of stout mahogany tipped with a lighter shaded glans complete with a thick almost leathery foreskin.

Simon bent forward and slipped his mouth over the tip of this handsome prick, letting his tongue circle round the rim of the helmet and taste the slight salt man taste he loved so much.

His own cock was starting to become uncomfortably squashed in his pants, especially in the kneeling position.

“Stop it, you queer bastard. Get off me. Leave me alone you pervert. For Crissake, get away from me you bastard!”

Oddly, Bill was restraining his language because his future in-laws were present. It would not do to say “Get the fuck off me you fucking perverted arsehole” with Mary lying so close by!

Simon dropped his head down, letting this wonderful hard penis slip down his throat and momentarily totally fill his mouth and airways with hot black maleness….

Horrified, Bill found shudders of lust exploding in his belly despite the disgust and loathing in his mind. Helpless, he found his hips jerking up to force himself deeper into the mans’ mouth.

Alongside him, poor Sally watched in disgusted amazement as her strong black lover seemed to turn into a perverted degenerate before her.

There was no doubt the swine was enjoying having his cock sucked like that. She could see him clench his muscles to jerk up as Simon’s mouth slid downwards. God, she had seen it at close quarters often enough when she had been giving him head, though she wondered if she could actually take his full length like Simon could…..

And when Simon pulled away from the jutting penis, everyone could see how roused Bill was.

It answered Mary’s private questions as well. Black men did have big cocks….or at least, this one did!

The strange thing for Sally was that, despite the horrid feeling of betrayal to see her lover responding to a man in this way, she found herself feeling extraordinarily hot in the lower regions, actually having to squirm slightly on the chair because her pussy was feeling so swollen and wet.

And her father was having similar problems. He had never found homosexuality interesting, not even as a spectator sport. Not one of those “hang the bastard” types either, just did not find other men interesting….but now he was acutely conscious of his manhood starting to swell.

Greta was standing in front of him, and she saw the limp dick begin to expand slightly.

Blatantly, she spread her legs, peeled the lips of her pussy wide, and used one forefinger to probe her entrance in a lewd display calculated to turn Greg on now he was helplessly responding to the Viagra based cocktail.

He groaned and tried to look away, but it was like having a magnet that drew his eyes to depravity….he started to drool at the sight of his tormentors’ silky pink gash, glancing at Bills’ stiff stalk and finding this made him feel even randier.

His prick began to rise.

Greta laughed, dropped to her knees, and took him in her mouth.

Just a few deep suctioning delicious wet sliding movements, and her victims’ prick was at full stretch, quite a respectable 8.5 inches of thick maleness, nicely veined and ribbed, the sort of cock a sensitive woman could enjoy rubbing the roof of her tunnel in a slow luxurious fuck…..

“Daddy!”

It was the ravished Priscilla, coming round from her faint after the brutal shocks inside her vagina.

The first thing she saw was her father gurgling with helpless pleasure as he tried to arch his bound body further from the wall to push his cock a little further into Gretas’ mouth.

As she saw that her older sister and Bill were now also in this awful place, she suffered the next shock to her morality when the huge black length of Bills’ prick caught her eye and she saw the kneeling Simon almost lovingly stroking the monster length of hard sex meat.

Greta turned round and laughed with delight. “Hello, Darling. You’ve decided to join in the games. I’m just warming daddy up so he can come and fuck you. He’s probably wanted to stick his cock up your virgin little snatch for years, and now he’s going to ride you while Simon fucks him up the arse.

Won’t that be fun?

 And your big sister is getting all hot and bothered, so I’m going to let her sit on your mother’s face and have her pussy sucked while she watches your black stud fuck your dear  Mommy right in front of her eyes!….Oh, and just to prove how much we enjoy it, Lou and I will be having a great time  making you do as we tell you by sticking our little shock sticks in whatever orifice is empty at the time.”

It took a little arranging, but once they manhandled Greg to where his daughter hung in chains and got his prick next to the still-bleeding slot of her lovely blonde fringed pussy, he groaned with self hate and let his loins force forward, Greta lovingly guiding his cockhead between his daughters’ pussy lips, then giving him a shock on his backside so he thrust forward and speared poor Priscilla with one brutal thrust.

Simon got behind the pair of them, pulled aside the older mans’ arce cheeks, located his totally virginal sphincter, and began to fuck him hard and deep, eliciting only one scream of pain from the drug roused man before the frenzy of lust engendered by the drugs made him abandon all restraint and forcefully shag his squealing daughter as hard as he could, even finding the stiff cock up his arce an added turn on….

Next, Sally was released from the chair and hoisted onto the rack, then forced down to mash her beautiful blonde fringed love nest into Marys’ mouth. When Mary tried not to accept her daughters’ offering, the pain stick was shoved into her cunt and three shocks had her opening her mouth and begging to be given pussy meat to suck.

Bill, given a few shocks to convince him to do as he was told, thrust his huge manhood deep into the welcoming cunt of the woman he had expected to be his mother-in-law!

Being the sexy bitch she was, and despite being almost suffocated by her outrageously wet and randy daughter, Mary accepted the black length with hungry desire mingled with self-loathing.

How could she feel sexy when all manner of perversions and outrages were being performed on her innocent family?

The only one who did not come was Priscilla.

The poor girl had no idea what on Earth could have made her sister, mother, father and lover turn into such depraved monsters.

Sure, they were being forced to start the various obscene couplings dreamt up in Gretas’ dirty mind, but once started, they seemed to abandon all morality and go madly on until they were gasping and groaning with obvious fulfilment.

Bill even came over and raped her bottom!

Greta led him by his stiff sticky manhood, the big black man stumbling forward in a sort of crazed dream state. His brain functioned, telling him that this was dreadfully wrong and trying to get him to resist, but the drug induced lust in his loins meant that he would do anything if it resulted in his penis being drawn to another orgasmic climax.

She stood him behind the sobbing teenager, rubbed the tip of his manhood against Priscilla’s bottom.

“Come on, big boy. Have yourself this tight little virgin asshole! Come on, split her open, Tiger. Let’s hear her fucking scream for you!”

Desire, obscene and dirty, flared like fire in Bill’s loins. He knew this was his girl-friends’ sister, knew she was being forced, knew that what he was going to do would hurt her….and he set about driving his pulsing cockhead against her pretty little rosebud with a ferocious greed.

The pain as his monstrous penis forced between her arce cheeks and slowly overpowered the tight ring of her anus made Priscilla scream in agony, her body twisting and arching as she tried to evade the probing shaft, but Bill was so powerful that his huge cock entered her, demolishing all resistance, and surging up her back passage in a ferocious rape that even an experienced older woman would have found painful.

Just two short shocks from the pain stick convinced Sally to agree to get on her knees in front of her arce-fucked younger sister and push a couple of fingers inside her cunt, then lick and suck her while her boy-friend still thrust his enormous shaft in the back passage.

When she pushed two fingers inside Priscillas’ vagina, Sally could feel her mans’ knob the other side of the dividing membrane betwixt vagina and rectum, and she suddenly had an orgasm, intense feelings of depraved lust seeming to explode inside her belly.

Suddenly she was finger fucking and sucking her kid sister with determined lust. Greta would not need to use the pain stick to force her any more. The drug cocktail had destroyed all morality and she, like her lover and her father, was now more like a bitch on heat than a human being, her whole body craving sexual attention.

When her father was made to get on his knees behind her, the cunt-sucking blonde gurgled with desire as she felt his hard prick probe between her buttocks.

Greta was on a high of pure bliss. This was cruelty and power, sex and sadism, all mixed in a cocktail of absolute joy.

She had a normal honest decent man slavering with lust as he doggy-fucked his daughter who in turn was cunt-sucking and finger fucking her arse raped sister. The juice she was sucking was her fathers’ sperm….

Simon got behind Bill, the sheer gorgeous globes of shiny sweating muscular buttocks making him hard despite not having the advantage of viagral assistance. He had to work hard, the tall negro never having had any form of anal sex play, but eventually he was inside the black mans’ anal passage, clinging to him, following the riding strokes as Bill still pounded into the almost hysterical teenaged blonde.

Lou and Greta watched the orgy of depravity, his cock too spent to join in. She masturbated gently, just thrumming her clit to keep the pleasure bubbling at just under climax level.

This was one of the best ever.

She shuddered.

“I suppose I had better ask him for the numbers again” she smiled. “We’ll give them a hose down and let them come down from the drugs for a while. Then they will all remember what they have been doing, and the guilt will start to sicken their souls. That’s when I’ll ask him for the bank codes.”

Two hours later, a naked sobbing man sat on the edge of a minimalist bed in a small cell. In his mind were the pictures of what he had caused his family to endure. And his guilt was made worse because he had just given that dreadful woman the information she required, so all their suffering had been in vain.

In Antigua, a short hard looking man left the premises of the Federal and International Reserve Bank. He had just witnessed the transfer of three and a half million U.K. pounds from the account of Greg Wilson to a sub-holding of the Group based in Cairo.

He waited until he was outside in the sunshine before pulling out his mobile and punching the H.Q. number.

“Success. Transfer completed. Shall I organise release orders?”

He looked surprised, shrugging his shoulders.

“You sure? I mean, that will be final!”

Then he shook his head and shut off the call.

He pressed a second number.

“Lou? Is Miss Stern there? Yeah……Oh, hello Miss……Yeah….All went fine. Sure. But I’m afraid there’s a bit of a change in plan. I hope it won’t be too much trouble for you……Yeah…..No, the release orders were not approved. The Group feel there may be a safer route if the goods are disposed of without returning to the market. I’m awfully sorry……Yes, more work for you, but…..What?……Right, I’ll let them know you can deal with it. Thanks a lot. Bye.”

Gretas’ smile was an awful thing to see as she handed the ‘phone back to Lou.

“Oh, shit! We’ve got a whole lot more work to do with that Wilson family, Lou.

The Group want them to be disposed of. Isn’t that a shame?”

He grinned at his lovely sexy murderous boss.

“We’ll manage, Boss. Might even enjoy it!”

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