Mob Boss

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.