Chapter 7
Jessie Smiled as he put down the radio. "Well, how about that?"
"Five hundred kilos. That's a big fuckin' bust for us. Gonna get a citation for that."
"Fuckin' A right. I just wish we could see Rodrigues's face when he finds out."
"We might hear something in there now that the bug is fixed."
"Yeah, but she's by herself now. All we can hear is her fuckin' breathing."
"I don't like the sound of that. She sounds hurt."
"Ahhh, they probably gang banged her again an' her pussy's sore. She'll get over it."
They could still hear Toni's laboured breathing through the tinny speaker. She had come back on the air only a half hour or so ago and her breathing was all they'd heard since then. She'd been inside for most of the day before the speaker had started working once more and neither knew what had befallen her.
Both were happy about the raid that had just taken place at JFK though. Five hundred kilos of coke was a lot of dough to someone, and they'd busted a dozen guys besides. Both were irritated that they had had to let others do the bust, but neither wanted to inform other cops about their particular undercover operation.
Inside the mansion, Toni slowly came awake. Every inch of her body ached, and her head was throbbing like a migraine was about to blast its way out through her forehead.
She groaned loudly, rolling over onto her back as she slowly opened her eyes. She had no trouble remembering where she was this time. She shuddered, remembering the tall black man's cold eyes and savage behaviour.
He'd played with her like a small cruel boy with an insect. She'd been taken many times over the past few days, and often by men who were totally inconsiderate about her feelings, but this was the first time she'd been done by a man who truly wanted to hurt her, who revelled in causing her misery, pain, and discomfort.
He'd stabbed his long cock into her cunt with so much force her thighs ached terribly from being slammed against the side of the table. Her cervix ached even more from being cruelly hammered by his cockhead. Her breasts ached even worse. He had taken great delight in gripping them tightly and then twisting them as far around as he could make them go, seeming to enjoy her screams.
Every few minutes he'd slapped or punched her, pulled her hair, pinched her soft flesh, and dug his fingers into her in ways designed to inflict pain. She had no idea what Rodrigues had said to him but he clearly wanted to hurt her. She was beginning to think that he knew she was a cop.
She lay there for another hour or so before the fat man showed up and took her out. As before, he pawed at her body as he took her through the house. She winced from time to time since her body had bruises in most of the places he was pawing.
He delivered her to a luxurious bedroom, where the tall black man, who's name she still didn't know, waited. The man sat on the bed, wearing only a robe. The fat men left and the tall thin man stood up and came over to her. She trembled anxiously and this seemed to amuse him.
He checked her wrists, which were still bound behind her back, then led her over to the bed. She cooperated, not wanting to be hurt, hoping all he wanted was to fuck her. He pushed her onto the bed onto her knees, then quickly pushed her face down into the mattress.
He pulled her thighs apart as he knelt behind her, his hands sliding up and down over her pubic mound, enjoying the softness of her hairless little cunt opening. His hands caressed her buttocks, digging deep into the flesh at times as he squeezed and kneaded the silky skin.
He held his cock in one hand, then pushed the cockhead up against her soft little fuck slit.
Toni felt the-cockhead touch her flesh, felt her cunt lips squeezed aside, pushed in, as the long prick began to push inside her. Her cunt opened and he slid the long, gleaming length of his fuck-pole down her silky pink tube.
It hit bottom and he rested there momentarily, his groin pressed against her, then he started to buck against her, humping in short little stabs that made his cock piston inside her lower belly. His hands held her ass cheeks lightly as he humped effortlessly.
For long minutes his prong churned inside her abdomen, the man in no hurry and making little effort, using the springs beneath him to help his stroke as his groin slapped repeatedly into the lovely rounded buttocks of the girl before him.
Toni began to sigh in pleasure, the continuous sawing of his cock across her clit lulling her into a pleasant stupor. Her position was uncomfortable, but not very, and she began to enjoy his soft fucking. Her groin began to buzz with energy and her body warmed as her mind floated.
He started to fuck harder, gradually increasing the length of his strokes until he was drawing the entire length out of her. He watched it emerge from her belly like the proverbial sword of King Arthur, inch after inch after inch sliding up into the light.
As the darker purplish skin of his cockhead began to emerge from between her fuck-lips, he halted, then sheathed his sword, sliding it effortlessly back into her silken depths where it was squeezed and sucked by her twitching cunt-pit.
His thighs were now slapping loudly against her upturned buttocks as he rutted into her excitedly. The girl was moaning and sighing, which made him feel powerful and arrogant. He fucked harder, twisting his cock around inside her, fucking from different angles.
He fucked still harder, having to slow down the speed of his strokes now to build up power, but each thrust was a savage, brutal lunge that sent his cock driving into the bottom of her fuck-hole in a single powerful motion, a motion that made his groin smack into her crotch and buttocks with a crack of noise that drove her face hard into the mattress and that jerked her ass upwards as she grunted or gasped in response.
He stabbed her repeatedly, smashing into her ass with painful force, skewering her tight little pink slit with his. tool, hammering her forward on the bed. Several times her legs were knocked out from under her and he had to grip her waist and forcefully jerk her back to her knees.
She was whimpering and mumbling, but he couldn't understand the words, nor did he care what they were. He fucked harder, ramming his cock and hips forward as fast as he possibly could, grunting loudly with each thrust, with the effort involved. His noise matched hers, creating a stereophonic symphony of carnal chanting.
Toni's mind bounced and jerked along with her body, confused, delighted, anxiously awaiting each new stroke only to be washed by bliss as the long pole thrust into her body. The pain was a negligible thing next to the pleasure, the burning in her loins, the quivering in her belly.
Her chains jangled against her as her body was pummeled by his. Her hands jerked feebly behind her, unable to move, unable to do as she instinctively wished to. Her breasts were partially squeezed against the mattress but she wanted more, wanted his hands on them, wanted teeth, lips on them, wanted to mash them into the bed.
Her heat blossomed into an orgasmic fire. She shook violently, her head rolling beneath her, her body trembling and jerking, her cunt spasming and twitching around his pumping fuck-pole. She grunted and mewled in ecstasy, her cunt boiling over with heat, spilling it upward into her belly.
There was, in the midst of her cum, a knock at the door, and voices, but she ignored everything outside of her own body's pleasure, soaring and gliding through an orgasmic flood of pleasure.
Muguel glared at the intruder, barking out a command in a single word. The man halted, obediently falling silent. Muguel reached down and grabbed the slut by the hair, jerking her up and back against him. She was quivering and shaking, her eyes closed, her mouth slack.
He drew out the long length of his bulging prong, then thrust up into her hard.
"UNGHHH!" she gasped, her head falling back as her eyes jerked open.
He drew out his cock slowly once more, her head slowly rolling forward, then once more thrust up hard into her tight pink sheath.
"UNGHHH!" she cried, her head bouncing back against his chest again. Again he slowly drew back his cock, again thrusting high into her hole.
"UNGHHH!" she grunted, her back arching again as her head fell back against him. His cock bulged and burned. He drew back and thrust high again, forcing another gasp from the girl, then again, and again, each time making her cry out, jerking her upper body back against him.
He came then, his sperm jetting up into her belly, bubbling and rushing and spewing into her womb as his arms slid around her belly and crushed her ass back against him. His cum shot up into her with terrific force, drawing another cry of dazed pleasure from her numbed mind.
Then he let her go. She collapsed forward onto her face and he drew his glistening prick out from her slit and stood up.
"What is it that you interrupt me?" he demanded.
"It is the Egyptian shipment. The police were there. The arrested everyone but Bachhir and took the shipment."
Muguel cursed and slammed his fist into the wall, smashing a great hole in the plaster.
"How did they know?" he gritted. Then his eyes narrowed as he turned to eye the half conscious girl.
"That asshole Rodrigues. He must have a spy in his group."
"What should we do?"
"We kill him, him and his people."
"What about the drugs? We were to deliver them toCaruthers, Fernandez, and Washington tonight."
"We will take five hundred kilos from the emergency storage site. You go yourself. Make sure there are no mistakes. And send Levesque to take out that scum, Rodrigues."
"Yes, sir."
Carla and Jessie smiled evilly as Lebeau translated.
"Emergency storage site?"
"Where?"
"They didn't say," Lebeau shrugged. "It must be that guy who rushed in a few minutes ago. Look! There he is now!"
"We follow him?"
"You fuckin' bet."
"What about Toni?"
"She'll be alright."
"What if he takes her somewhere else while we're gone?"
"Shit! Alright then, you stay here. I'll go. Lebeau, you stay with her."
"Hey, man. I got work to do."
"You want to try doin' it without your teeth?"
"I'll stay here-man."
"I'll have to get a chopper to follow him. He's bound to be watching for a tail." Jessie jumped out and ran over to the other car as the Haitian guy got into a Caddy and drove off.
Muguel roamed back and forth, cursing Rodrigues, the police, and himself. He shouldn't have simply sent his people to kill the pig. He should have gone after him himself, and torn his quivering heart right out of his body.
He growled and cursed, getting angrier and angrier. Then he heard a noise and turned sharply, seeing the girl roll over as she moaned quietly. His eyes narrowed and he hissed a curse. She might not be anything to Rodrigues but she was the only connection he had to the pig.
He strode to the bed, reaching over and grabbing her by the hair, jerking her up onto her knees as she cried out in pain. He cuffed her repeatedly, slapping her face one way, then the other. Then his hand shot down between her legs, gripping her cunt tightly. He squeezed harder and harder as she writhed and screamed and tried to pull away.
His other hand gripped her throat, squeezing as he held her in place. She choked as both his hands squeezed harder and harder, making her eyes bulge. Then he threw her back against the bed. She coughed and gasped for breath as he knelt behind her, unchaining her wrists and spreadeagling her on her belly.
He chained her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, cursing all the while, cursing at the whole world in general, including the stinking Italian scumbags who had run him out of the city years earlier.
He scowled down at her as he knelt between her legs. His hands reached forward and gripped her buttocks, digging into the flesh, clawing at her, pinching cruelly.
He let his heavy weight come down fully atop her, growling in pleasure as she grunted in pain. His hands roamed across her delicate frame, squeezing, pinching, twisting, causing pain everywhere.
He raised himself slightly, then brought his hard cockhead against her asshole. With no preliminaries, he sank it into her hole, then thrust as hard as he could. He nearly broke his cock in half but he managed to force the entire length into her in one single thrust.
Her scream of pain was music to his ears as he began to violently rape her asshole. His cock tore into her with a vengeance, heedless of the pain it caused them both. Every sob torn from her lips raised his excitement.
His cock pistoned in her asshole, his hips slamming again and again into her buttocks, smashing her down into the mattress as he rode her with savage fury. He reamed her asshole with all his might, his cock thrusting again and again into her very bowels as he hammered his body down against her.
She sobbed and wept and yelled and moaned under him, her body quivering and jerking and shaking under the brutal sodomy. His long pole of flesh continued to spear down into her rectum with unrelenting fury, until finally a hot steamy gush of liquid shot out the end and hissed down into her guts.
At once he hauled himself off her, unchaining her and hauling her out of the room. "Qanto! Qanto!" he yelled. The fat little man came running. "Yes, master?"
"Where is my sacrificial knife?"
"In the safe, master. You will kill her, yes?"
"It has been too long since I drank hot blood."
"Yes, Master. May I assist?" He looked hungrily at the naked, dazed girl.
"Save your cock, Qanto. I have already defiled her. All that needs be done now is to add the sacred symbols and tear out her heart."
"I will fetch your knife, master."
Muguel dragged her downstairs and into his Voodoo temple, throwing her to the floor and chaining her spreadeagled in the midst of a pentagram.
He began to smear his face with the special preparation, drawing special symbols on his forehead and cheeks. He likewise painted his chest, then knelt over the prone girl and began to smear the sacrificial signs on her belly, her chest, and her forehead.
"Qanto! Hurry up, curse you!"
He glared down at her, in his mind's eye seeing her cut open, her beating chest in his hands.
"Qanto!"
He strode to the door and flung it open, then stepped back with a curse. Qanto was not there, but instead a tall black woman stood in the doorway.
"Nice paint job, asshole," she said.
He grabbed a dagger off one of the tables and then was thrown backwards as a bullet slammed into his forehead and out the other side.
Toni looked up as Carla picked her way distastefully over his body.
"Ca ... Carla?" she moaned.
"Had a nice time, did we? You sure had enough fuckin' orgasms."
"uhhhhh ... ," she groaned.
"Yeah, right. You want to stay here or would you like to come home with us?"
As things turned out, there was little need for Toni to testify at any trials. Jessie let Muguel's men cut Rodrigues and his people into little pieces, then the police ambushed them on their way out.
As for the drugs, over a thousand kilos was found in a crypt at an old cemetery. Jessie got a commendation. Toni and Carla got promotions. It all took some creative writing of course, but with the principals dead, nobody inquired too closely into their stories.
Toni's "undercover" job had worked so well that Jessie was eager to try it again. His target was a major drug dealer named Sanchez. The problem was that Sanchez had a steady live-in girlfriend who probably wouldn't take kindly to him taking on a slave girl.
Jessie found a solution to the problem by having the girlfriend arrested on trumped up charges. Carmen Mendez was a sleek, thin beauty from Puerto Rico and looked more than a little out of place in the prison cell in her silk dress.
They put her in an old cell in an area of the station that had been abandoned, then they sent Toni in as a cell mate. For the occasion Toni was dressed as a hooker, wearing a tiny, black, clinging lycra miniskirt.
Carmen had mostly ignored her after she'd been tossed in, turning up her nose in disdain at her outfit and her cheap accent. Jessie had dressed up in his old uniform for his part in the drama, and hung around the cell, eying Carmen and making crude remarks about her.
"I hear all you PRs can deep throat. That true, baby?" he cackled. Carmen glaired at him and said nothing.
"Tell me babe, how old were you when your father popped your cherry, or was it your brother. You PRs always lose it to one or the other before you're twelve."
"Hey, fuck ju, man."
"Fuck you, baby. I'd like to fuck you. I bet you got a really hot little cunt, don't ya?"
"You never gonna know, nigger."
"Who you callin' names, you slimy little greaser!" he scowled.
"Ju just wait till my boyfriend comes here!" she snapped.
"Jour boyfriend?" He pantomimed, imitating her accent. "Ju gots de boyfriend. Ees he jour fader. Or do you even know who your father is?"
"Can't be anyone worse than you," Toni sniffed.
"Who the fuck asked you, white girl? You keep your fuckin' mouth shut!"
"Big tough man," Carmen sneered.
"I'll show you who's tough you PR whore!"
"Yeah, yeah. Jour mama!"
"Fuck you, bitch."
"Go fuck jour mama!" she yelled back.
In mock rage, Jessie unlocked the cell door and stormed in, grabbing her by the hair and slapping her in the face.
"Hey, leave her alone!" Toni yelped, kicking at him. He shoved her back against the bars then backhanded Carmen. Toni jumped on his back and he whirled around then slammed back into the bars, knocking her off. He twisted around and grabbed her by the throat, shoving her head between the bars.
"Fuckin' whore!" he barked. "Now I gotta shower again!"
"Second time this year I bet," she hissed.
"You cunt bitch! Think you're smart, do you?" He drew his truncheon and slammed it into the bar beside her head, making her yelp. His face curved into an evil grimace and he jabbed the baton into her belly, then slid the end under her short skirt, raising it above her hips.
"Nice lookin' little cunt, ain't yah?" he taunted. He slid the truncheon into her panties, through one leg and out the other, then ripped the club back, tearing the little string bikini's off. He howled with laughter and then jammed the club between her thighs, forcing her legs apart.
"You still think you're a smart bitch?" he sneered.
"Hey, fuck off man." Carmen protested. She was sitting in the corner, rubbing her cheek and glaring up at them.
"You shut your fucking mouth, whore!" he snarled at her. Then he slid the tip of the truncheon against Toni's shaved pussy and jammed it in.
She cried out in pain but his fingers tightened around her throat, choking it off as he put more weight on the baton and slowly forced it up into her cunt slit.
"I'm gonna tell my fuckin' lawyer about you, man!" Carmen gasped, looking scared.
"You want the same, cunt?" he snarled.
He shoved inch after inch of thick wood up into the wriggling, shaking girl's cunt opening. Her hands were pulling desperately at the hand around her throat and her cunt was wide open for his abuse as he started pumping the truncheon up and down her cunt tunnel.
"Like that, slut? Maybe you'd like it up the asshole instead?" he sneered.
He tore the truncheon out and then tossed her across the cell onto the other bunk. He gave Carmen a nasty glare then went out and slammed the cell door behind him.
Carmen looked across at Toni anxiously.
"Ju okay?" she enquired.
Toni didn't answer, her chest heaving as she gulped in air. Carmen got up and went over to her, sitting down beside her on the bunk.
"Dat guy is gonna suffer when I tell Marko," she said, jerking Toni's skirt down over her naked pussy.
Now that she was certain Toni wasn't a cop or informer, the two started talking. Toni told her that she'd been forced to be a prostitute by her father years back and had never found any other way of making a living. She knew from reading her file that Carmen's brother had done the same to her when she'd been a teenager.
When Carmen was released she bailed Toni out too and brought her back to her mansion, telling her she could stay for a while until she found someplace else. Sanchez wasn't very happy about that but when he heard about the episode in the cell he lost any thoughts of her being a plant.
Like Carmen, he was grateful to her for interrupting Jessie's attack on Carmen and since it was a big place he magnanimously agreed to let her stay there.
It didn't take her long to figure out who was who in Sanchez's group and two days later she and his number two guy were fucking like bunnies down in the garden. She loved acting the slut around him and the other men, wearing slinky, sexy outfits, especially around the pool.
She had had a dozen little bugs the size of quarters taped across her back and within a day she had planted them all around the mansion. She also had another bug planted in the little bracelet she wore.
She played her part so well nobody even suspected her when the police hit one of Sanchez's shipments and arrested a half dozen of his men. When a second shipment was taken out he started checking on his people.
She still would have been alright, if it hadn't been for Cindy Lou, a fourteen year old hooker from Iowa of all places, who was going with one of Sanchez's men. When the two had come into the mansion she had recognized Toni.
"Hey! Shit! I know this bitch!" the girl said, glaring at Toni.
"She's a fuckin' cop, man!"
"Nahh, she can't be, Carmen sniffed.
"She is man! She's a fuckin' cop! She helped bust my pimp last month!"