Chapter 4
Kathy glanced furtively up and down the dimly lit hallway before slipping the quarter into the slot of the pay phone.
She quickly tapped out the number of her editor on the touch tones.
"Hello. City Life Weekly," came the voice across the line. "May I help you?"
"It's Penelope Parker," Kathy hissed. "Give me Marcia. Quick."
"Yes ma'am. Miss Parker. Right away, Miss Parker."
Kathy tapped her foot impatiently as the connection was made.
A crisp female voice warbled through the receiver.
"Penelope!" the editor of City Life Weekly gasped. "What's been going on?! I was worried sick about you! You haven't blown your cover, have you?" "Of course not!" Kathy hissed. "You know me better than that, Marcia!"
"Then why didn't you get in touch with me last night as I asked you to?"
"Well, last night was a rather busy night for me."
Kathy winced as a spasm of pain suddenly shot through her ravaged twat lips, reminding her of brutal raping that had taken place in the dressing room the evening before.
'Tell me all about it," Marcia said. "Did you get the job?"
"Sure I did," Kathy said. "They fell for that corn-fed girl from Idaho cover like a ton of bricks."
"I would say it was more potato-fed than corn-fed," Marcia said with a giggle.
"Whatever," Kathy said. "Anyway, I didn't get a chance to ask anybody about the disappearances. But it was mentioned by one of the girls. The owner of this sleazy joint-"
"Harry Tudball?"
"Yes. Harry shut her up about it real quick."
"I see. Do you suspect him of engaging in any funny business?"
Kathy grinned into the receiver. 'Well," she said. "He certainly engages in some funny business, but I don't think it has anything to do with the disappearances."
"How do you mean?"
Kathy cleared her throat as her limbs began to tremble.
"Er ... he refused to give me the job unless I gave him a blow job."
"Penelope!" Marcia wailed in shock. "You didn't actually wrap your lips around his cock, did you?"
How could Kathy let her editor know that she was only too glad to perform the duty.
How could she let Marcia know that, in addition to being a first-class underground investigative reporter, she was a cock-lusting nymphomaniac?!
"I'm afraid I did," she said, her twat growing hot as she remembered those hot wads of jism that had spurt down her throat.
Her palms grew slick with sweat.
She tightened her grip on the telephone receiver.
"That's what I call dedication to your job!" Marcia said.
Little did Marcia know, Kathy's libido had more to do with it than her cover did.
Kathy quelled the horniness that swelled in her loins.
She continued the conversation with as natural a voice as possible.
"And you'll never guess what else happened last night!"
"You mean when you were on stage?" Marcia asked.
"Forget the stage," Kathy replied. "Nothing but a bunch of lecherous old farts yelling and whistling in drunken frustration."
"What happened then?! " Marcia begged to know. "Don't keep me in suspense!"
"This Puerto Rican stripper, Consuela, and I were in the dressing room before I went on stage. Two youths barged in and raped us at knifepoint!"
"Oh, my God!" Marcia wailed. "Are you sure you want to continue with this assignment?! We could put one of the men on it. They could get a job as a bouncer or something."
"Don't bother, Marcia," Kathy said. "To tell you the truth ... and I'm rather embarrassed to admit this...! really enjoyed that thick slab of stiff cock-meat pounding in and out of my hole!"
"PENELOPE!! "
"Oh, I know I compromised myself." Kathy went on. "But think of when the story comes out. It will make such marvelous copy! Don't you agree?! "
Marcia sputtered into the receiver, struggling for a reply.
"Well ... er ... I really don't--. .un...." Kathy's head jerked around as the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. "I gotta go," she whispered into the phone. Marcia still seemed unable to reply. "But ... I ... er...."
Kathy slammed the receiver down.
She plastered a silly smile on her face as Sissy suddenly came into view under the dim lights of the hallway.
"Hi!" Kathy giggled, switching into a mid-western drawl.
Sissy cast the girl in overalls and plaid shirt a haughty sneer.
She stared at Kathy's golden blonde hair, which Kathy had cleverly pulled into pony tails that bobbed with sickly cuteness on either side of her head.
"Jesus Christ!" Sissy sneered. "Get those goddamn things out of your hair. You look like some twelve year old hick."
Kathy pouted.
"I like the way they look." she said, running her fingers through her pony tails. "All the girls in Harrisburg wear their hair like this!"
Sissy placed her hands on her hips and stared crossly at Kathy.
"Well, you're in New York City now, honey," she said. "Wake up and smell the goddamn coffee."
Sissy turned and stomped into the dressing room.
Kathy stifled a giggle.
Her cover seemed to be working perfectly.
She had tricked everybody at T & A Galore into thinking she was fresh from the potato fields of Idaho.
Little did Sissy, Consuela and Harry realize, Kathy Koppelheimer, nee Penelope Parker, was a native New Yorker from the Bronx who had infiltrated the club to get some hot magazine copy about the mysterious disappearances of strippers that had plagued T & A Galore for the past month or so.
Five strippers had suddenly vanished from the face of the earth, g-strings and all.
"Kathy" had been put on the job undercover by her editor Marcia Goldberg.
Kathy giggled as she ran her finger up and down her crotch.
Whether she learned anything about the disappearances was immaterial to Kathy. All she cared about was the thick cocks she was greeted with every direction she turned.
If only every assignment she got satisfied her intense desire for hot fuck action!
Kathy turned from the pay phone and walked down the hall towards the dressing room.
She poked her head in and looked at Sissy.
Sissy was still wearing her street clothes.
Her head was pressed against the mirror, her blonde locks cascading down her slender shoulders.
She looked up at Kathy and moaned, her eyes weary and blood-shot.
Dark circles caused her lower eyelids to droop.
"I have such a splitting headache," Sissy muttered.
"I'm just popping down to the Jolly Bee Yum Burger for some Chicken Buzzlets," Kathy said. "Shall I drop by a drugstore and pick up some aspirin for you?"
"Please!" Kathy said, gratitude creasing her frazzled facial features. "Triple strength Tylenol, if they have it."
"I'll be back in a jiffy."
Kathy scampered down the hall.
Sissy moaned and closed her eyes, placing her head back against the mirror.
Too many shifts.
Too many drugs.
Her head throbbed painfully.
Her limbs ached.
She was ready to split that sleazy joint, find a job in a fast food restaurant.
Maybe the Jolly Bee Yum Burger down the street was hiring ...
Sissy spread her legs on the stool and tried in vain to drift to sleep.
She shrieked as a pair of massive hands grappled her neck and squeezed the tender flesh.
"Shut your trap or I'll bludgeon you to death!" hissed a gruff male voice.
The powerful hands hiked Sissy off the stool and threw her against the wall.
Sissy caught the slightest glimpse of a brawny figure in black, a leather mask over the face, trundling towards her hurling figure.
She grunted as her skull cracked against the wall.
All went dark.
The first thing Sissy noticed when she drifted back into reality was that her head throbbed with greater anguish than it previous to the attack.
The second thing she noticed was that she couldn't move her arms and legs.
The third thing she noticed was that she was stripped naked.
Her body was strapped against a damp, bumpy wall.
Her arms were over her head, locked in shackles attached to the wall.
Her legs were in the same predicament, spread wide to allow full exposure of her twat.
Sissy tugged on the shackles.
Escape was useless.
The shackles were made of heavy duty iron, rusted slightly as if they were antiques from an era when dungeon torture had been in vogue.
Sissy peered into the darkness that surrounded her.
She appeared to be held captive in a basement of some sort.
The walls were cobblestoned and clammy.
The floor was nothing more than dirt.
On that dirt stood a large wooden table that resembled a stretching rack Sissy had seen in the Tower of London on a trip to England a few years earlier.
A selection of dildos and vibrators sat on the stretching rack.
Beside the sex aids were a variety of bull whips.
Sissy gulped.
Her body trembled with terror. She began to sob.
The blonde-haired stripped knew now what had happened to the girls who had disappeared.
They had been abducted by the man in black to this sexual torture chamber. They had been forced to submit to his kinky, perverted desires!
Their twats had been invaded by the gargantuan vibrators!
Their butt holes had been ravaged by the thick rubber dildos!
The supple flesh of their tits had been lacerated by the leather bull whips'
Sissy was the latest in a long line of blonde bimbos who would be used and abused by the masked sadist!
Her sobs rose to shrieks of horror.
Her body languished against the wall, waiting for the arrival of the master.
Sissy wondered if she would ever gaze upon the gaudy neon lights of T & A Galore again.
She doubted it ...
"WAKE UP, BITCH!! "
Sissy's head jerked up and her eyes flew open.
Her wrists and ankles were nothing more than pulpy slabs of ravaged flesh.
Her tits drooped from being hung up against the wall for God only knew how long.
Her sex master stood before her, resplendent in all his masculine musculature.
His gargantuan limbs were draped in coarse black leather garb.
His face was hidden behind a leather death mask.
Black, natch.
His legs were spread, big black engineer boots on each of his gigantic feet.
In his hands he held the largest of the vibrators.
He waved it menacingly before the sobbing blonde stripper.
The Sex Master stared his latest sex slave up and down.
Sissy looked so dainty and hopeless strapped to the wall with the shackles.
She tugged in vain at the shackles, the chains they were attached to rattling in the dim dankness of the torture chamber.
"P-please...." Sissy whispered in a barely-audible voice. "D-don't hurt me. P-please!"
The stranger in black leather threw back his head and guffawed with cruel laughter.
"Don't hurt you?!" he taunted in his gruff voice. "Why the fuck do you think I brought you down here?! I'm gonna mangle and maim every pitiful limb of your body, you cheap slut!"
"Why?! " Sissy begged to know. "WHY?! "
The stranger's thick fingers gripped the vibrator more tightly as he replied.
His entire body seemed to shudder with perverted pleasure.
"I'm gonna mutilate you 'coz you're nothing more than a vulgar, seasoned whore! I seen you night after night, strutting around on stage, the spotlights glaring down upon your disgusting flesh. Spreading your ass cheeks so all the guys can get a good look. Spreading your twat lips like you want each and every one of those cocks up your fetid fuck canal. Well, I got news for you. Not one of those guys would take a disease-ridden bitch like you. So I'm gonna do it myself. And not with my cock. Not until I have cleansed you, at least. And I've got all of my gear here to help clean out that disgusting twat of yours."
He motioned towards the whips and dildos on the stretching rack.
"NO! NO!! " Sissy shrieked, horror dripping from her lips.
The man in the mask pulled a pair of black leather gloves from his pocket and slid them over his thick fingers.
"SHUT UP, CUNT!! " he snarled. SMACK!!
Sissy squealed as he dealt her a savage blow with the back of his hand.
The tough leather stung her flesh.
Sissy's naked body drooped in defeat against the wall.
She was held captive at the hands of this pain-hungry pervert.
She would have to submit herself to his every kinky desire.
Tears of anguish rolled down her aching cheeks.
The stranger approached, the vibrator gripped tightly between his leather-clad fingers.
A sardonic chuckle drifted from underneath the death mask
"Take this, bitch!" he growled.
Sissy yelped as the thick vibrator slid between her delicate pussy lips.
The stranger forced the plastic tube up to the hilt in Sissy's tight cunt.
Her pussy walls stretched to the snapping point as the vibrator invaded her deepest depths.
The man in black leather snarled as the shoved inch after inch of plastic up Sissy's twat.
The girl swiveled her pelvis, trying to wriggle away from the plummeting vibrator.
It was, of course, a futile effort.
The vibrator lodged deep up her fuck canal.
Sissy's cunt walls ached.
The stranger switched on the battery-operated vibrating device.
Sissy shrieked and begged for mercy as her tunnel of lust shuddered under the vibrations.
Her sex master pounded the vibrator in and out of her twat.
He threw back his covered head and chortled with laughter at the sight of the terrified girl wriggling against the wall.
"Don't you like this big vibrator up your cunt?" he chuckled. "I thought you bitches liked anything up your twat!"
"NO! NO!! " Sissy wailed.
Her cunt seemed alive with spasm after spasm of electronic vibrations.
Under any other circumstances, Sissy would certainly have enjoyed the massive vibrator sliding in and out of her ever-yearning cunt.
But she didn't relish having the thing shoved up her cunt by force.
She resented being shackled to the wall.
Stripped of her clothes. Stripped of her dignity.
"STOP! STOP!! " Sissy begged, tears streaming down her face.
The sadistic man in black had no intention of topping.
For young Sissy Runner, the torture had only begun ...
"Where on earth did Sissy go?! " Kathy inquired, a Jolly Bee Yum Burger bag in one hand, a bottle of Tylenol in the other.
Consuela Cuarto de Encuentro looked up from attempting to glue a false eyelash on her left eyelid.
"The stupid bitch is late again," Consuela snapped. "Jesus, she'll be late for her own funeral! The joint is crowded tonight, too. Don't know why the hell she thinks that-"
"But she isn't late!" Kathy exclaimed. "As a matter-of-fact, she was early! I left her sitting here half an hour ago.
Consuela stared at Kathy, anger suddenly flaring in her deep brown eyes.
"Jesus mother fucking Christ!" she snarled. "Another one bites the dust!"
"You mean ... ? ? ! "
Kathy tried hard to hide her excitement.
"Yes," Consuela spat. "I bet she got carted away like all them other bitches before her!"
Consuela ran her fingers through her raven locks.
"Praise the Lord I was born Puerto Rican," she said. "That damn pervert don't seem to like anything but blondes."
Kathy stifled an excited gasp.
Marcia was going to be so pleased that her star reporter was finally smack dab in the middle of the mysterious disappearances of strippers from T & A Galore!
"Gracious! So you really think that she's the latest in that group of girls that have been abducted from the club?! " Kathy asked.
The anger on Consuela's face slowly turned to suspicion.
"How you know about that?" she asked. "I sure as hell didn't tell you about it, and I know Harry kept his mouth shut."
"Well ... er...."
Kathy wracked her brains, hoping her cover hadn't been blown.
Her face suddenly lit up.
"Sissy told me all about it this afternoon," she said.
Consuela did not look convinced.
"And how the hell that bitch find out about it?! " she snarled. "Soon, every damn whore in Manhattan gonna know about the jinx on this place. Ain't gonna get nobody to take their places. I gonna be out there on the stage night after night all by myself. Gonna strip 'til I fucking drop!"
Kathy placed a comforting hand on Consuela's shoulder.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head," she said. "I'm not afraid of being whisked away. We'll split up Sissy's shifts between us. Then we'll make sure Harry hires somebody new for tomorrow evening."
Consuela sighed.
"I got corns on my feet already," the Puerto Rican stripper said. "Working one and a half shifts gonna be pure hell on high heels."
She looked Kathy's long blonde locks up and down.
"Maybe you better dye that hair of yours," she said. "So's you don't tempt the damn pervert that's stealing all our girls. And so's I don't get carted away to the hospital from exhaustion."
Kathy looked slightly taken aback.
"I could never alter my luxurious locks!" she said. "Why, I could never live with myself if I knew I was giving the impression of being something I wasn't! Fear will never force me to be anything other than.. "
But Consuela had quit listening.
She stood up from the stool, wrapping her robe tightly around her naked body.
"I gonna go tell Harry Sissy been stole away," she said. "He gonna hit the ceiling. Damn ceiling gonna collapse, he been hitting it so much lately!"
Kathy glanced at her watch.
"I'll gobble down these Chicken Buzzlets, then change into my costume. Sissy's first shift starts in half an hour. I'll take it."
Consuela nodded tersely, then wandered down the hallway.
Kathy checked herself out in the mirror.
She was pleased at what she saw.
Her creamy flesh glistened with tiny beads of sweat under the harsh dressing room lights.
She had slipped into a gaudy red g-string.
The straps of the flimsy brassiere strained under the weight of her massive breasts.
Her nipples poked suggestively out of the cups.
Kathy's fingers crept through her golden locks as she pouted at her reflection.
Her hands slid over her body.
Over her trim waist.
Down her shapely thighs.
Kathy's fingers ran up and down her inner thighs.
The flesh was warm and smooth.
She twirled around and wriggled her ass in the mirror.
"Those bastards are going to love me tonight," she whispered proudly to herself.
Kathy picked up a black feather stole and wrapped it around her shoulders.
She stepped into her five inch pumps.
Kathy Koppelheimer took one last glance in the mirror and giggled with anticipation.
Since Consuela was still in Harry's office, the usual knock on the door telling her to get up on stage didn't come.
Kathy looked at her watch.
Strip time started in five minutes.
She opened the dressing room door and sashayed down the hallway towards the stage.
She never made it.