Chapter 6
Jessie had pushed the seat almost all the way back as he sat there watching. He sat back against the seat back, grinning as Carla straddled him and worked her crotch up and down over his rigid fuck pole. His hands cupped her buttocks, digging into the soft brown meat as she humped and ground herself against him.
The radio was playing in the car, but it wasn't any tune that would ever make it onto the top forty, as popular as it was.
The station playing was the collar around Toni's throat, where a tiny transceiver was hidden, and the unsteady tune was one of panting, moaning, and weeping as the girl was fucked over and over again by Rodrigues and his men.
Carla had taken the first watch, and had sat through the worst of it as Toni was gang banged for the first several hours. By the time Jessie showed up for his shift she was ready to run in and join the frantic couplings in the apartment above.
She rutted desperately against Jessie, plunging her cunt down around his steely prong as she listened to Toni cumming yet again, the dull, cracking sounds of someone fucking into her easily audible over the tinny speaker.
Toni was on the bed, perched precariously on her shoulders as Manuel stood beside the bed holding her legs just beneath the knees. His cock was half buried in her tight asshole and as he pushed down, the rest of it slid out of sight until his balls rested against the underside of her buttocks.
He held still, his cock stuffed fully inside the beautiful young girl's tight anus, sighing in pleasure at the heat as her asshole squeezed around his prick.
Jose squatted m front of her on the bed, mashing her titties against his cock.
Toni was exhausted, and had lost track of how many times she'd been fucked since Jessie and Carla had left. At first she'd tried to suppress her arousal, but the orgasmic power had grown too great and she'd cum furiously, unable to even keep quiet, to prevent them from hearing her.
She'd cum a number of times, too many to recall as cock after cock was pushed into her. Rodrigues had half a dozen bodyguards in the apartment and all had taken her at least twice, some three times. In addition, he had many visitors, few of which declined to partake in the sexual marathon she was experiencing.
She'd cum at least twenty times so far, and was rapidly approaching another. The mattress squeaked beneath her as Manuel's muscular arms pulled her up and down in time to his thrusts. She moaned like a mindless whore, which, in a far corner of her mind, she realized she'd become.
Manuel let go of her legs briefly, and for a moment her entire weight was on her head and shoulders. Then his arms pushed down between her legs and seized her about the waist, his big hands almost completely encircling her tiny waist as he hauled her crotch up against him.
Her legs dropped to either side, spreading wide as he jammed her against him with powerful jerks, plunging his cock down into her asshole with irresistible force. His balls slapped against her ass cheeks as he pistoned his long fuck-wand up and down in her tight anal tunnel.
Jose continued to mash her titties around his cock, grunting with pleasure as his cum approached. Then he shot off, sending a long sticky stream of juice splashing out against Toni's chest and titties. He flopped back with a sigh of pleasure and Jesus took his place.
Jesus wasn't content to fuck sloppy, cum covered tits though. He and Manuel dragged the girl off the bed, then, with each standing on one side of her, holding a leg apiece, they easily held her in mid-air, upside down.
Manuel pushed his cock back down into the girl's gaping asshole while Jesus drove his down between the bald, puffy little cunt lips, forcing her crack further and further apart as he buried his boner to the hilt inside her quivering body.
Toni blinked in confusion as her body was bounced up and down. She groaned dazedly as the blood rushed to her head and made her even more dizzy than she already was. She could no longer think straight, aware only that she was being fucked hard, that her naked body was being fondled and pawed by the big men, aware that her crotch, that her groin was doubly pierced, her belly stuffed.
She grunted deliriously as she continued bouncing up and down, the men standing almost still as they jerked her up and down over their cocks. The twin prongs slid back and forth inside her lower belly, pumping and churning her guts to a frothing jelly as she squeezed and sucked their peckers.
Jesus came first and poured cum down into her already brimming fuck slit. He eased back, letting go of her right leg. Manuel lowered her to the ground, letting her weight come down on her head and shoulders again as he knelt behind her.
Toni's legs collapsed as Manuel let them go. Her feet thumped to the ground beside her head. Manuel's rough hands were squeezed tightly around her tiny waist as he continued to cram his fuck-staff into her anal hole. Toni's body was folded up and crushed against the floor as the big man continued to rut into her ass.
Finally he spilled his seed. Toni felt it gurgling down the drain of her asshole, down into her bowels and belly. He shoved her away and staggered to his feet. Toni lay crumbled at his feet as he yawned and moved away.
She lay there for long minutes before finally dragging herself to the bed and easing her tired body down. She fell asleep almost instantly.
Voices woke her. She blinked around in confusion, not sure where she was at first. Then she remembered, her eyes scanning her naked body with some distaste, mixed with considerable excitement. She felt like some medieval slave girl with all these chains on.
She got out of bed slowly, wincing as her raw ass and thighs made contact with the bed. Her wrist cuffs were still loosely bound to the belt around her waist, but she could, if she kept one hand tight against the belt, move the other about a foot. She moved around the room, peering at anything that looked interesting, opening drawers to check inside.
She opened the closet and found a bunch of expensive suits, but nothing much else. She finally dropped to her knees and looked under the bed. There was a heavy suitcase there. She reached in with her one hand and pulled it out. It wasn't locked.
She flipped it open and stared in amazement. It was packed to the brim with money. There were hundreds of thousands of dollars there.
"I found a suitcase with about half a million dollars in it. It's dark red with white stripes." She only hoped someone was listening and the stupid collar hadn't been broken by all the fucking and rough handling she'd undergone.
Then the thought of them listening to her getting gang banged, to her shrieking in pleasure as she came, caused her skin to flush red. She hoped they never played the tapes in court.
She moved towards the door and put her ear against it, trying to hear the voices more clearly. She could hear them, she realized, but they were mostly speaking in Spanish, which she didn't understand at all.
Jessie understood Spanish very well. He'd turned the speaker up as high as it would go as he tried to make out what the men were saying.
"What're they sayin'?"
"Shut the fuck up," he snarled.
"Fuck you, man."
"There's gonna be a big shipment coming in tonight."
"How big?"
"Somethin' like five hundred kilos."
"Nice."
"At JFK, on a flight from Egypt, in with some ceramics."
"Nice if it's true."
"Shut up! They're arguing ... Rodrigues is in trouble. He lost some dope in a DEA raid last week and this other guy is pissed."
"Who's the other guy?"
"Someone named Muguel."
Toni hurtled back into the bed as she heard the voices approach the door. The door opened and she looked up sleepily as Rodrigues came in. He grabbed her by the arm and hauled her out of bed, pulling her out the door and into the living room.
Besides his men, a tall, reedy looking black man stood there, flanked by two other men. Rodrigues was speaking very quickly to him, a desperate smile on his face as he showed Toni.
Toni blinked up at the tall men uncertainly, worried about what was going on and more than a little embarrassed about being naked amidst all these fully dressed men.
The tall black man slowly began to smile, though faintly, as Rodrigues informed him that Toni was the daughter of an Italian mobster who had double crossed him and that she had been kidnapped as punishment to the impudent man.
The black man said something to one of the other men behind him and all three laughed. Toni pondered his words for a moment. They definitely weren't Spanish. They sounded like French.
One of Rodrigues's men went to the corner and picked up the robe she'd been wrapped in when she'd come in. Another searched around for the key to her manacles. In moments Toni was enfolded in the robe and was on her way out the door with the three black men.
Jessie punched the steering wheel in annoyance. "God Damn Haitians!" He snarled. "I don't suppose you speak trench?"
"Are you kiddin'?"
"We gotta find some asshole speaks french, fast."
"Where? Wait. I know. That little asswipe Johnny Lebeau."
"How long it take you to fetch him?"
"If he's at the Stakes it won't take more'n half an hour."
"Go. Call me an' see where I am. I don't know where these fuckers are goin' with her."
"Shouldn't we spring her now?"
"No way. I wanna find out more about these bastards."
Toni had no idea what was going on. She had little choice though, but to go along with the three men as they led her down to the basement garage and out to a waiting limousine.
She got in the back with the tall man while the other two got in the front. The limo started off, wheeling around the garage and going out through the open doorway. They headed south towards the highway as she looked out the tinted window, carefully not looking behind her.
The black man stroked her hair and caused her to turn back to face him. He parted her cloak, eyeing her naked body with considerable interest. His fingers continued idly stroking through her hair and across her cheeks.
His eyes were very cold, ice cold. They chilled her, raising goose bumps on her flesh. She knew this man was a cold blooded killer who would cut her throat without a second thought.
He turned away from her and they drove onto the freeway. Toni tried to keep track of where they were but found it hard to keep her head turned away from the dangerous man behind her. It wasn't as Though she could do 'anything about it if he decided to kill her, but she just didn't want her back to him.
They turned off the freeway and Toni realized they were in Chesterton, one of the city's wealthier suburbs. The streets were wide and few of the houses could be seen for the tall hedges and walls. They turned into a short drive and stopped before a tall steel gate.
It opened and they drove down a long winding drive, past weeping willows and oaks, to pull up in front of an old Georgian style manor house. The four of them got out and went into the house, where she was handed off to a middle aged, plump black woman.
The woman eyed her disapprovingly, then hauled her down a long narrow hallway and past the kitchens to a big, cold, stone room near the back of the house.
There were few furnishings in the room, just a few thick, heavy work tables, some metal shelves with cleaning products, and a pair of washers and dryers. There was also a big double sink.
The woman pulled a big steel tub out of the corner and then took a hose from the wall land turned on the water. She started filling the tub as Toni stood by uneasily, still with little idea what was going on. She'd heard the men speaking, and heard the tall man talk to this old woman but she had no idea what the words had been.
The woman came over and took off her cloak. Her eyes widened as she saw the manacles and chains on Toni, and she said something Toni couldn't understand. She roughly hauled Toni over to the tub and made her stand in it, then pushed her down into the water.
The water was cold and Toni shivered, trying to avoid putting her pussy into it. The woman was very strong though and jammed Toni full down into the tub until she was sitting cross legged in the foot deep water.
The woman poured a pail of more cold water of Toni's head, making her yell as the water froze her.
She tried to pull away but the woman shoved her back again. She made a splash in the cold water and then sat there sullenly.
The woman began washing her hair, using some hard smelly soap as she lathered up Toni's thick short black hair. She ran her rough hands all through her soapy hair, then moved them down over her face. Toni snapped her eyes shut as the woman's soapy hands rubbed roughly across her face.
The woman was thorough, poking her fat fingers into Toni's ears and then rubbing hard behind them and down under her chin and around her throat. She soaped up and scrubbed her upper back and shoulders and chest, then with a mutter, reached down and snapped the chain binding her wrists to her belt off and raised her hands high above her.
She started scrubbing under Toni's arms and down along her sides, her hands so rough she needed no washcloth. Toni winced and yelped several times as her hair was pulled or her body manhandled too roughly. The woman's hands were like sandpaper as they vigorously rasped away at Toni's sensitive breasts.
There was a kind of handle on the back of Toni's collar and the woman used it to pull her to her feet. Toni's feet scrabbled for purchase in the tub as she was dragged to her feet forcefully, the collar digging into her throat and jaw.
Then she stood there, blinded, as the woman scrubbed harshly at her lower chest, her belly and then between her legs. Toni bit her tongue as the woman's harsh hands rubbed furiously at her pussy mound and up along her ass crack.
Not content to wash her outside, the woman's pudgy fingers stabbed right up into Toni's slit, first rubbing up and down along the slit, then driving right up into her cunt tunnel. Toni could do nothing to resist her with her eyes full of soap.
The woman's fingers pushed high into her cunt-tunnel and pumped in and out, then pulled back and sliced up into her asshole, again pumping in and out. Toni winced as the woman's fat fingers forced her asshole wide.
Then she was shoved down into the tub again, her lower body immersed in the now soapy water. She brought her hands up to her face, trying to rub off the soap, then yelped as her ankle was grabbed and she was abruptly jerked underwater.
She felt harsh hands scraping and rubbing at her foot as the woman held her ankle firmly high in the air. The water was only a foot or two deep but with her ankle high in the air Toni was left with her head underwater.
The woman cleaned her foot, then moved downward along ankle to her calf and then down to her knee. She let go of Toni's ankle then and the girl jerked her head and upper body out of the water, sputtering and coughing.
But her other ankle was yanked up, sliding her face and upper body back into the soapy water. She held her breath as the woman completed cleaning her other foot and leg, then dropped it. Again she slid up out of the water, coughing, trying to rub the soapy water out of her stinging eyes.
The woman grabbed her by the collar again, pulling her out of the water and standing her up. She yanked her out of the tub and over against one of the heavy work table, then bent her across it, kneeing her legs apart. The woman picked up a long thin wire covered with bristles.
It looked like a pipe cleaner, but the woman had other ideas for its use. She picked up a bottle of soapy substance and squeezed out a thick dollop of white stuff onto the brush, then shoved Toni face down into the table again and pushed the thing against her pussy.
Toni gasped and tried to jerk away, but the woman's heavy hand just pressed down on her back and she couldn't twist away. The harsh bristled pipe cleaner shoved into her cunt, scratching painfully at her soft pink cunt skin.
Toni bit off a cry of pain as the pipe cleaner pushed way up inside her belly. The woman let go of it briefly, cuffing Toni on the side of the head as she cursed. Then she fastened the chain to her wristlets again, binding her wrists against the belt.
She grabbed the handle of the pipe cleaner and began to pump it in Toni's cunt tunnel. Toni yowled in pain as the thing began to scratch back and forth inside her cunt. The soapy stuff turned to a stewy, bubbling jelly inside her that stung like antiseptic.
The woman continued pumping the thing up and down her fuck-tunnel for long seconds, ignoring Toni's cries of pain and easily controlling the wriggling, thrashing girl.
She pulled the thing out at last and Toni groaned in relief. There was a brief pause, then she felt it pushed against her asshole. She renewed her cursing and thrashing, trying to pull away as the bristled brush pushed way up inside her asshole and began to claw away at her insides.
Her feet kept trying to kick back at the woman but she kept slipping on the slick, soapy floor. The woman cuffed her again, then jammed the bristly brush so far up into Toni's belly that she felt a sudden sharp stab of pain in the pit of her gut. She cried out in pain, as the thing stabbed into her again, then again, finally pulling back out of her asshole with a wet scraping sound.
Toni lay there gasping. She heard the hose coming on again but didn't think much on it until the harsh stream of water started to hit her pussy. Again she tried to jerk away but the woman held onto her collar, easily keeping her pinned against the table as she forced the hard stream of water right against her slit.
The woman brought the nozzle of the hose closer and closer to her cunt slit until it was actually touching. Then she jammed it in between Toni's cunt lips and forced it several inches deep into her fuck-tunnel.
Water sluiced up into Toni's belly and fountained out between her cunt lips as the woman washed the soap out of her cunt with the freezing water. That done, she pulled the nozzle out and pushed it into Toni's asshole, shoving it several inches deep again.
Toni felt like her inside were tearing apart as the water blasted against her bowels. She scrabbled helplessly against the table, trying to escape the pain and freezing as the water poured into and out of her asshole.
Finally the woman let her up, pulling the hose out of her asshole and spraying the water into her face instead. She widened the spray and poured water all over Toni's head and shoulders, then down onto her chest and back and finally turned it directly on her buttocks, her legs and feet.
When she felt Toni was sufficiently washed off she turned off the hose with a grunt and grabbed the bedraggled girl by the arm, hauling her across the room towards the door. She stopped and lifted up a towel from a rack, then began to dry Toni's hair and body.
Toni stood there shivering in the cold, her teeth chattering as the woman dried off some of the water and then hauled her, still damp, out of the room and down the hall again.
She paused and took out a small brush, then rapidly ran it through Toni's damp hair, brushing it out more or less straight. Then she jerked the girl forward into another room and pushed her down onto a cot.
She left, locking the door behind her. Toni found herself alone in a small windowless room with the cot the only furnishing. She hugged her still shivering body and drew the sheets up around herself, trying to get warm.
She lay there for hours before a short fat man came and got her. He eyed her naked body lustfully as he hauled her out of the cot, pawing her with big fat hands as he giggled and snickered. He squeezed her breasts and ran his hands down between her legs, rubbing at her pussy.
Then he dragged her out of the room and down the hallway. They came to a wider, carpeted hall, then turned through a wide doorway and into a sumptuously furnished living room of sorts.
There was a grand piano set against one wall, an enormous fireplace against another. All the furniture was antique French provincial.
The tall black man stood before the window, looking out. His back was to them as the fat man said something. He replied and the fat man backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.
The tall man turned around, eyeing Toni with his cold eyes. He was wearing black pants and a white shirt. He padded closer to her, stopping when he was only a foot away, his eyes looked her up and down as his tongue moved around inside his mouth.
He gripped her upper arm and twisted her around, staring at her behind. His hands moved over her bracelets and collar and chains, studying them. Then he unsnapped the chain binding her wrists to the belt and pulled her wrists behind her back.
Toni yelped and squirmed as he jerked her wrists way up behind her back, snapping a very short chain to them and binding them to the back of her collar. It was a painful and very uncomfortable position, but he seemed not to care.
He twisted her about again so she was facing him. She gasped and whined a little, her head pulled back, her back arched as she tried to ease the strain on her arms. He studied her for long moments, then turned away, going over by one of the tables.
He began leisurely unbuttoning his shirt, removing it and folding it across the table. He unlaced his shoes and took them off, slipping off his socks and putting them into the shoes. Finally, he undid his belt, and pulled his pants down and off, neatly folding them over the table as well.
Now naked, he walked back towards Toni, who eyed him anxiously. He smiled thinly as he approached, then suddenly punched her in the belly. She gasped and doubled over, collapsing to her knees. He stood before her, his legs spread wide, his cock, semi-flaccid, pointing down at her face.
His hand gripped he hair and she yelped again, wondering why it was that men liked to pull girls' hair so much. He tilted her head further back then it had been and her mouth opened automatically. He took his cock and placed it in her mouth, his cockhead on her tongue.
Jessie glared at the silent speaker, cursing methodically.
"Maybe we should go in," Carla suggested.
"Fuck that. I told you I heard water before it conked out. The thing must have got wet. It'll work again when the circuits dry out."
"She could be dead by then."
"Just shut the fuck up."
"Hey, man, can I go then?" Johnny Lebeau whined.
"You shut up too, asshole!" Jessie snarled. "We'll fuckin' wait until the thing dries out and we can hear what's goin' on."
Toni tried not to gag as the black man's cock thrust deep into her throat again. His pecker wasn't nearly as thick as some of those she'd swallowed, but it was far longer. The cockhead pushed right down her throat and out into her chest cavity each time he thrust forward.
He spent long minutes face-fucking her, without cumming even once. Finally, after she'd nearly passed out from lack of air several times, he pulled the thing out of her throat and stepped back. Her head fell forward, nearly pulling her arms out of their sockets. She gasped in pain and jerked her head back.
He stood over her, sneering down as he eyed her, then his arm flashed forward and he slapped her hard across the face, knocking her to the floor.
He snarled something in French, then reached down and grabbed a chunk of her hair, dragging her to her feet. He half dragged, half carried her across the floor and slammed her belly down onto a large table.
He jerked her legs apart as he moved in behind her, then she felt his cock thrust deep into her fuck-slit.