Becoming A Toy (Closed for Black Bart & I)

Veronica Swindon admired her reflection in the tall glass windows. She looked every inch the socialite she aspired to be. Soon she would be the wife of a congressman, or rather, soon her husband would be a congressman, and she would be elevated permanently into the social circles to which she belonged.

Of course, there would be more of this dreadful campaigning first. This mixing with the common man held absolutely no appeal. She despised most of them, with their hum drum little lives, filled with hard work and drudgery, totally lacking beauty and elegance.

She smoothed her designer original dress and smiled. She looked good, and not a day over 25, although she would be 30 later this year. Her shoes were designer, her make up perfect, her hair, a masterpiece. Soon their position in society would be copperfastened, and she could spend her days at the club, and the spa, and her nights at the theatre or exclusive little cocktail parties.

She and Adam had met nine years previously. He was from quite a wealthy family, and that was a big part of his attraction to her. She was beautiful, a stunner really, with long, thick dark hair framing her small delicate features. Her big brown eyes gave her a bit of a "bambi" look, lulling people into believing that she was sweet and mellow. She was the driving force behind his political ambitions. He had managed to lose the bulk of his money through bad investments and gambling, but his good name, his family connections would secure him a seat in congress.

There was no way that she was going back to being without. She had been more than comfortable as a child, but then her father had lost his business, her parents had split, and by the age of 15 it looked as though she could end up having to leave her private school, and go live in the suburbs. Her mother had saved the day, and married a small business man with enough to keep them afloat.

She was pulled out of her reminiscing by Adam hurrying toward her.

"Come on, we're leaving!"

"What? No, Adam, dont be ridiculous, we've just arrived! I am not........"

She trailed off as he yanked her arm, hurrying her out of the hotel and into their waiting car.

He looked ashen.

"What's going on?"

He was silent, but they drove home at speed, while she berated him for his lack of manners.

"When we get home, I want you to grab your things, pack a suitcase, grab any cash you have.... we're leaving!"

He was turning into their house, waiting for the gates to open, and then gunning the engine as they roared down the driveway, and into the garage.

"Adam! You can't be serious! I am doing no such thing!! How dare you speak to me like that! What on Earth is this about?? If you have landed us in some sort of trouble...."

"Shut . The . Fuck . Up!! Get you things now, and I mean now! No fucking about with make up, get what you need, and get back here in five minutes, no more!!"

She went ashen. Adam never raised his voice, he never swore, something was wrong, seriously so.

She hurried into the house. That stupid woman Iris had left the alarm off. She would need to speak to her when she came in in the morning. That kind of lapse wasn't acceptable! She stopped suddenly as she flicked on the light. Five men in suits stood around the kitchen. Four of them were massive, looking like wrestlers or something, the fifth just stared at her, a slight smile curling the edges of his mouth.

Adam crashed into the back of her as he rushed in and stopped dead. He looked up.

"Oh Fuck!"

"SIT DOWN Adam"

The slimmer man pulled off his dark sunglasses to nod towards the sturdy chair brought from the dining room, his steel blue eyes never leaving the woman as he reached for the glass of wine he had helped himself to.

"Jake, Jerry..."

With a nod he directed the two burly men towards the woman, thier eyes eager and hands quickly grabbing her firmly as the husband took his seat without protest and the slim man smirked.

"Adam, Adam.... Adam, you've been a disappointment to me. Despite my warnings you stuck that dick of yours where it didn't belong and now?"

Another nod to the men holding the woman and the man named Jerry grinned, then moved to her front to rip open the top of the designer dress she wore.

"Now you're useless.... the scandal that is going to come out is too large to contain, the daughter of that Judge is going to press charges and MY investment in YOU?"

The slimmer man had never turned to regard the "has been" named Adam, instead watched the reaction of the woman as her breasts were bared to the group of men before her, his lips curling into a smile as she protested and glared back at them.

"Strip her, I want to see IF she's worth what I paid... or if we call it a COMPLETE write off"

The room grew quiet, the burly men knowing the significance of the term thier boss used, the bulges that quickly grew in the pants of each mutely speaking of the combined appreciation of the womans "assets" as they were exposed.

"Adam... at least you have good taste in the woman you married... but then I bet it was HER that chose you?"

The slimmer man turned for the first time to face the seated man, his face showing the distaste for the weeping man who hadn't even lifted a hand to stop them from stripping his wife, then turned his attention once again to the half nude and struggling woman.

"My name is Radcliffe Stromballi, your husband has failed to honor the terms of our original agreement and now forfeits ALL his assets, the major portion of them seeming to be YOU... Now you're a smart woman Mrs Swindon and lead a good life, if you know what is good for the both of you, you'll do EXACTLY as I instruct"

For the first time Adam protested as Radcliffe began to list his expectations, that the woman was now property of mob boss and would appear on his arm before the public and do his bidding.

"Quiet the worm"

Radcliffe showed his irritation, nodding once again and watching with a pleased expression as the remaining two men moved, quickly beating Adam off the chair and to his knees, where he began to openly weep as they stood over him.

"Now Mrs Swindon... I expect your answer"

Veronica stood dumbstruck for a moment as the thin, dangerous looking man addressed Adam. For a second she relaxed a little. This wasn't a home invasion, these men knew her husband, but then she shook her head. She wasn't stupid, this was bad, Adam was scared, more than scared, he was shaking, and looked as though he was about to vomit.

The goons grabbed her, handling her roughly, making her gasp in shocked outrage.

The leader addressed Adam, and the nightmarish reason for their being here began to unfold. Suddenly one of them yanked the bodice of her dress, the expensive silk sheering easily, the sound smothered by Veronica's outraged scream. She fought like a wildcat, bringing her stilletto heeled shoe down on one guy's instep, and hitting, although not very hard, the second in the groin.

Adam just sat there, sobbing, doing nothing! Her eyes flicked to the thin man, seeking mercy, finding none.

"Strip her, I want to see IF she's worth what I paid... or if we call it a COMPLETE write off"

There was silence as Veronica reeled in shock. Her bared nipples hardening in the cool of the room, her fear robbing her of the ability to move.

The goons didn't need asking a second time and seemed to relish ripping her clothing off, taking it in turns to hold her securely, not risking another kick or punch, and they began to tear the fabric off her body.

That galvanised her,and she began to protest and struggle, although their size relative to hers made the outcome a foregone conclusion.

Her dress was gone now, hanging still around her knees, but no longer covering her. Her intricate hairdo was ruined and locks of hair stood out at strange angles. Her breasts were bared to the gaze of every man in the room, and her pussy was covered only by a lacey pair of panties. One of her thigh highs had slipped down her leg in teh struggle and her Manalo Blahnik shoes lay across the kitchen, where the goons had thrown them.

Sudden silence descended on them as the thin, dangerous man spoke again.

"My name is Radcliffe Stromballi, your husband has failed to honor the terms of our original agreement and now forfeits ALL his assets, the major portion of them seeming to be YOU... Now you're a smart woman Mrs Swindon and lead a good life, if you know what is good for the both of you, you'll do EXACTLY as I instruct"

Veronica was shaking her head mutely in a mix of disbelief and denial, as the mobster detailed how she would accompany him and do his bidding. No!! NO!! She would be disgraced!! She could never be seen in company with him, never!! Adam would need to come up with a solution.

"Quiet the worm"

Her eyes flew to Adam as his head flipped hard to the right, blood flowing from hsi mouth. Several more punches were landed in quick succession and Adam was on his knees, his head on the ground.

Terror seized her as she realised just what these men were capable of. She looked at Adam, barely breathing, blood oozing from his mouth and ... Oh God!! His tooth!! laying obscenely on the kitchen tiles.

"Now Mrs Swindon... I expect your answer"

Terrified, she was struggling to maintain control of he bladder, and she pressed her thighs together. Her arms were held out by the goon on either side of her, preventing her from covering her chest, and she looked at him, the leader, and his dark soulless eyes seemed to suck her in, and she nodded. Her mouth was dry and she didn't think she would be able to speak.

There was movement to her side, and she froze as she saw the knife, a switchblade in the hand of the goon standing before her, and she lost it. Wet warmth gushed down her thigh, soaking her ruined dress, and she squeezed her eyes shut in utter humiliation. She froze as she felt the metal at her hip, and in two swift movements, her panties were cut from her, leaving her naked, save for her necklace and the one remaining stocking.

Rad laughed and his men jined him as the stream slid down the once prim and proper womans legs and to the expensive tile at her feet, his eyes moving from the golden pool upwards, trailing slowly across her flawless body to rest on her red cheeks and face.

"I was expecting a "Yes, Sir" or even a "fuck you NO", but that will do..."

Rad quipped with a harsh laugh, his eyes meeting the humiliated womans, then spoke softly.

"Jerry, finish the job... it doesn't seem right somehow to leave our little Miss wet panties still dressed in her stockings and pearls"

Jerry nodded with a grin, used the knife to break the strand and once again the men all laughed as the expensive orbs fell to the floor and into the pool at the womens feet and he knelt to strip the stockings from her legs.

"Even her piss smells sweet Boss, must be all that champagne and strawberries she eats?"

The razor edge of the knife did it's work once again, the stocking floating to the floor and into the pool of pearls and piss, the men not missing the ironic humor of it and laughing together until the second stocking joined the first.

"Perhaps it is Jerry"

Rad stepped closer, within arms reach of the trembling, nude woman, his tanned face growing hard as he surveyed the woman before him.

"You tried to hurt one of MY men, MRS Swindon and I can't have that, like YOU, each of them are expensive property, and no good to me damaged. Try it again and I'll take you myself down to the strip joint where your husband found and fucked the Judges daughter. Is that clear?"

His smile was artificial, not traveling to his eyes, his hand flashing out to strike the helpless womans face and leaving red welts across her cheek.

"Now I've ruined your makeup as well, you're quite a mess, aren't you? Sad thing about it as BROKE as your husband and you are, there's no one one left to clean you up... or the mess you just made on your floor.... looks like you'll have to clean it up yourself, but not until you've apologized to Jerry."

"Jerry, finish the job... it doesn't seem right somehow to leave our little Miss wet panties still dressed in her stockings and pearls"

A moment later the expensive string of natural pearls bounced across the floor, and her stockings joined them, floating momentarily in the pungent pool of urine by her feet, that was making its way directly to Adam, where he lay slumped on the tile.

So his name was Jerry, this man who took such pleasure in humiliating her. she was pleased at least that she had managed a punch to his groin, and while not a direct hit, she was pretty sure it much have hurt to some degree at least.

"You tried to hurt one of MY men, MRS Swindon and I can't have that, like YOU, each of them are expensive property, and no good to me damaged. Try it again and I'll take you myself down to the strip joint where your husband found and fucked the Judges daughter. Is that clear?"



She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see the menacing face before her, nor did she want to hear that Adam had frequented a sleezy strip joint. Surely not?? She took a peverse sort of comfort in the knowledge that although her husband had been unfaithful, he had at least had the good grace to do so with a Judge's daughter and not some trailer park trash.

Stromballi's smile was terrifying, menacing. He might have looked quite pleasant had it not been for his ice cold eyes. She was looking into the face of a cold blooded killer, she knew that without a shadow of a doubt.

Suddenly he swung, slapping her full force across her cheek, snapping her head to the side. Fire blazed across her cheek as the stinging spread, and it brought tears to her eyes. She was truly terrified now.

"Now I've ruined your makeup as well, you're quite a mess, aren't you? Sad thing about it as BROKE as your husband and you are, there's no one one left to clean you up... or the mess you just made on your floor.... looks like you'll have to clean it up yourself, but not until you've apologized to Jerry."

His words heated her cheeks, this time with shame, and she bit her tongue, holding off with the sarcastic and cutting remark she longed to make. There was no point in making things worse. There was one way, and one way only to survive this, and that was to capitulate. She wouldn't win a fight, he knew it, and she did too.

"Sorry Sir"

The first words she had spoken in their presence came out as a high pitched squeek. She had added the 'sir' automatically, showing deference to him, as his men did, picking up that that was a requirement.

She turned to look at Jerry and bit her lip.

"I'm sorry for accidentally hitting you! And you!"

She turned to the other goon, the one who had had his instep nailed with her stiletto. She looked back at Stomballi. She knew in her heart that she was wasting her breath, but she couldn't stop herself from pleading. Hoping that she might prey on his sympathy, she fell to her knees, begging before him.

"Please, Mr. Stomballi, Sir, please just let me go! Your argument is with Adam, and we both know just how worthless he is, and look, I was planning on divorcing him anyway, so.... just let me go, and we can forget all about this, no one need to know! Take the house, it must be worth more than he owes you.... surely!"

"Please, Mr. Stomballi, Sir, please just let me go! Your argument is with Adam, and we both know just how worthless he is, and look, I was planning on divorcing him anyway, so.... just let me go, and we can forget all about this, no one need to know! Take the house, it must be worth more than he owes you.... surely!"


Rad wasn't fooled, the woman on her knees was scared, but not so far out of her wits that she wasn't thinking still, and though a part of him admired her grit, the other more dominant part detested being manipulated.

"You're partially right Mrs Swindon, you're husband is NEAR worthless, he's broke, without hope of ever getting elected again, and like you ready to give up the only thing that has any value left, that being his spouse."

He moved with a swiftness that often kept him alive on the street, balling his hand in her hair and twisting it cruelly, his eyes running across her luch curves and then to the fallen man whose face now rested in her urine trail.

"Your husbands last purpose in life will be to undermine the Judge who stands in my way for the building permits I need, his fucking the old mans daughter was the perfect accident you see, for the girl was hooked on drugs and tricking herself out to support the habit..."

A habit Rad had made sure the young woman had developed personally, seducing the girl and shooting her up for the first himself months before when he realized how useless Adam truly was.

"For such a smart and ambitious woman you're quite naive, your husband has this house mortgaged to the hilt, just like the car you drive and that fine mountain side cabin you like to call a resort... All his cash has gone to keeping up the appearance of being a wise and wealthy politician, you see... a joke if you ask me, but his down fall will be of use to me, a small compensation for a debt that YOU will pay off, over time."

He pulled back and nodded to Jerry, the man grinning in anticipation of what was about to happen, his huge hands suddenly nimble as he undid his jeans and dropped them far enough to pull out an immense erection.

"Your only asset is in what you can do for ME, and when I say "apologize" I don't expect to see you do it with words.... just your mouth, now get busy and make the man happy, in fact since you pointed it out, make BOTH men happy and be quick about it, I have a meeting in less than one hour"

Veronica reeled as the mobster detailed just how little they had left, leaving her in no doubt that her life was on the line. If she didn't comply with his demands, this guy wouldn't think twice about killing her.

She looked over to Adam, and if he had been conscious, she would have gone over and kicked his worthless ass, but then, perhaps Strombali considered Adam to be his property, and he didn't like his property damaged. Christ!! That was her now! She was albeit unwillingly, the property of this mobster until she could get away, and if she was to escape, she needed to keep her wits and bide her time.

Her begging was falling on deaf ears, and she suspected it was giving him a certain entertainment value, so she shut up, and waited to see what was to happen. She was acutely conscious of being naked, particularly as every one else in the room was fully dressed. She could feel the lascivious gazes of the goons, and knew that the only thing preventing them from raping her was Strombali, so she would do well not to anger him. He continued explaining with mock patience, as though he was speaking to someone with comprehension difficulties: -

"Your only asset is in what you can do for ME, and when I say "apologize" I don't expect to see you do it with words.... just your mouth, now get busy and make the man happy, in fact since you pointed it out, make BOTH men happy and be quick about it, I have a meeting in less than one hour"


Whatever she had been expecting, it hadn't been this. Her eyes flew to him.

"You... you want me to... to.. perform oral sex on him... on both of them??? But I don't do that! It's gross!!"

She wrinkled up her nose as she spoke. Even the words made her uncomfortable! The periodic promise of a blow job got her whatever she wanted from Adam, but when it came time to deliver she always managed to have a head ache, or a sore throat or some such excuse!

Suddenly, it occured to her that if she didn't do this, the alternative might be worse, and once glance at the furious face of the gangster confirmed her fears. She crawled forward a step or two, and put both her hands around Jerry's cock. It was huge! Both her hands covered the shaft, and the head still stuck out at the top. Closing her eyes she stuck out her tongue, and drooled some spit on his cockhead, before tentatively running her tongue across his sensitive flesh.

She used her hands to pump his shaft, hoping to get off with what was largely a hand job, but to her horror Jerry fisted his hands in her hair, and tugged her face toward him as he lunged with his hips. Her hands saved her from choking on it, but she felt him hit the back of her throat, making her gag.

"Bitch, that's the worst fucking head I ever got! Suck it, use your tongue, your lips and no fucking teeth you hear!!"

Her eyes were streaming, as she continued and he continued to fuck her face, choking her, and pulling out so she could catch a breath. Long steams of saliva connected her mouth, to his cock, and frustrated, he pulled her hair, yanking her head back, and began pumping his cock with his hand, groaning as he got close, and then, to her horror, shooting thick gobs of his hot, sticky seed all over her face, tits and hair!!

"Fucking useless bitch!! Boss's on a schedule you know!!"

Jake had watched her dismal effort with contempt. He had a better idea.

Jerry grabbed her arms, pulling them high up her back, and holding them there, while Jerry grabbed her hair, and literally skull fucked her. She choked, coughed and spluttered, but he continued with zero concern. He pushed his cock deep, and then thrust deeper, making her neck bulge as he drove his shaft roughly down her throat.

"I'm not having no piss poor blow job girl, if you cant do it decent, I'm just gonna take what I want!!"

Her face was soaked as tears streamed down, but it took Jake less than ten minutes before he stiffened, and pulsed sending the first load of his cum down her throat, then he pulled back and finished off in her mouth.

Her face was a picture of disgust, and she promptly spat his seed on to the floor, but Jerry, who was holding her arms, pushed her forward, face down into it, and twisted her hair, making her lick it back up off the floor.

She lay on her side, horrified and in a kind of shock from the abuse she had suffered, while the taste of Jake's cum filled her mouth, and Jerry's was drying on her skin.

"You'll learn"

Rad spoke finally, his breath harsh and showing his own arousal at the mistreatment of the woman now laying on the cold floor at his feet.

"Sooner hopefully, then later, but you'll learn."

He finished his glass of wine, corked the bottle and tossed it to a still grinning Jerry, then nodded to a pair of his goons.

"Wake our friend Adam up, he needs to hear this too, and help our newest employee to her feet, I don't like staring at the back of her head."

He waited quietly as the pair lifted and slapped Adam back into conciousness, smiling at the horror on the shaken mans face as awareness returned and he took in the torn clothing, urine on the floor and shattered visage of his wife as she too was lifted to her feet.

"You both can run, but you can't hide, you're broke... have no credit left and I own the legal system in this town. You can drive as far as the gas in that rented Mercedes will take you, and when it runs out my boys will be there waiting for you, is that understood?"

He didn't wait for an answer, didn't care if either believed him, he owned them both and now all that mattered was what they could do for him, and how well.

"Adam, my attoney is coming over to have you sign a statement, you'll vouch that you weren't aware of the identity of the woman you were fucking, only that she was using drugs supplied by her father and pimp. You do that and I'll keep you out of jail and MAYBE even let you see that "little sweet Blossom" once again."

He turned from the seated and dejected figure of Adam, then moved to the more voluptous shape of Veronica still supported by the pair of men who had just used her.

"Now I can hear your mind whirling honey, does that old boyfriend of yours care enough about you to loan you money to disappear, or is he more scared of what I'll do to him if he tries? You figure it out sweet lips, and while you're doing that, clean this mess up and then yourself, Jerry and Jake will be coming back for you later tonight and take you to the Mayor's fund raiser where I'll meet you. Don't worry, they'll be PERFECT gentlemen as long as you behave yourself."

He ran his eyes up and down her body, feeling his groin swell and twitch as he replayed the sounds she had made while Jake skull fucked her, his smile showing contempt as well as a promise of more abuse that would be soon to come.

"You bought a red, low cut dress last week, wear that and the matching heels, nothing else... wouldn't want you ruining another pair of panties, now would we?"

He nodded and the men let her arms go, his eyes wrinkling with humor as she fought to stay on her feet and he waited for his men to precede him out the door. He smiled as Veronica won the battle and steadied herself with a grip on the table, walking out the door with his final words tossed over his shoulder...

"You've got two hours to pull yourself together and figure out what to do, my offer is harsh but eventually you'll be free of Adam and his debt, while on the other hand.... well, there is NO other hand, is there?"

"Wake our friend Adam up, he needs to hear this too, and help our newest employee to her feet, I don't like staring at the back of her head."

Veronica was dragged to her feet, and looked on in horror as Adam, his face still bloody was lifted and shaken awake. His eyes were bleary, and then flew open as he realised he was not simply having a nightmare, he was living it. His eyes flew to the gangster, and then to her, and he gasped in shock at the way she looked.

She knew she looked a mess, her mascara ran down her cheeks where she had been crying hard, and her lipstick, once so carefully pristine, was smeared all over her face. Her hair of course was a bird's nest of tangles, caked with cum, as was her face and breasts.

She watched in horror as something changed in Adam's face, and then, impossibly, she saw it, the twitch and growth of the bulge in his groin. The bastard was excited at seeing her so well used!! He looked away, his cheeks slightly heated, refusing to meet her glare.

"You both can run, but you can't hide, you're broke... have no credit left and I own the legal system in this town. You can drive as far as the gas in that rented Mercedes will take you, and when it runs out my boys will be there waiting for you, is that understood?"



They both nodded their understanding, and Veronica thought that she had never seen Adam look more miserable. Of course, she looked pretty miserable too, but she was going to get out of this! She was going to cut her ties to the sinking ship that was Adam, and run. There were men of power who had, on occasion flirted with her, and already she was thinking on whom she could call.

"Adam, my attorney is coming over to have you sign a statement, you'll vouch that you weren't aware of the identity of the woman you were fucking, only that she was using drugs supplied by her father and pimp. You do that and I'll keep you out of jail and MAYBE even let you see that "little sweet Blossom" once again."

Adam hung his head, looking thoroughly defeated. He'd never been a fighter, had no drive or even personal ambition, he was simply the vehicle she had used to achieve what she wanted. He had the credentials, and, she had thought, the potential, but that was all gone now.


"Now I can hear your mind whirling honey, does that old boyfriend of yours care enough about you to loan you money to disappear, or is he more scared of what I'll do to him if he tries? You figure it out sweet lips, and while you're doing that, clean this mess up and then yourself, Jerry and Jake will be coming back for you later tonight and take you to the Mayor's fund raiser where I'll meet you. Don't worry, they'll be PERFECT gentlemen as long as you behave yourself."

Her eyes flew wide and she stared at Stromballi, horrified that he had read her so well. She tried to clear her face of expression. She had friends, and they'd help her, she knew they would!

"You bought a red, low cut dress last week, wear that and the matching heels, nothing else... wouldn't want you ruining another pair of panties, now would we?"

She nodded mutely, blushing at his ungentlemanly reference to her loss of control. Of course, she had no intention of actually being here later. She clung to the table as the mobster and his goons took their leave.

"You've got two hours to pull yourself together and figure out what to do, my offer is harsh but eventually you'll be free of Adam and his debt, while on the other hand.... well, there is NO other hand, is there?"

"Bastard!!!"

She spat the word at the door the second it shut behind him, and then she turned on Adam. He was holding onto the chair back, and she went to him, and kneed him hard in the groin, sending him to the floor once again, where he curled up into a ball, holding himself. He looked green, as though he was about to vomit. She kicked him into the stomach.

"Clean up this mess you useless piece of shit! I can't fucking believe you!!"

She ran upstairs and went into the shower, turning it on as hot as she could take it, and scrubbing herself from head to toe. She got out at one point to grab her toothbrush and toothpaste, and scrubbed her teeth, desperately trying to get the flavour of cum out of her mouth.

She'd make a run for it, but first she needed to clean up. She came out the shower, and wrapped herself in a towel, before applying moisturizer to her skin, and then some make up to her face. Suddenly, it occured to her that she was wasting precious time.

She ran downstairs, and saw that Adam had cleaned up the mess, and was laying on the couch, stinking to high heaven, and looking worse than she had ever seen him. She ran to the garage, looking for the keys either to his Merc or her BMW. Neither were there. Panicked she went back to the sitting room.

"The keys? I need the fucking keys! NOW!!"

Adam began to giggle hysterically, infuriating her further.

"Gone! They're gone!"

"What do you mean gone?! Give me the keys now!!"

He just sniggered and fell silent, and it was obvious to her that he would be no help whatsoever.

She screamed in frustration, and grabbed the phone. She'd ring for a cab, or phone a friend. She waited for the dial tone..... nothing. She hit reset several times before she realised the phone was cut.

She looked for her cell. That had all her contacts in it, she'd call someone, someone who'd help.... where was it??? In her purse! She'd had that in her hand when she entered the kitchen. She ran and looked for it, but it was gone too.

She glanced at her watch. Jesus! Her time was almost up! She'd run on foot if she had to!! She searched her purse, lookiing for money, credit cards anything.... her wallet was missing too. Frustrated she went to the door, only to find Adam barring the way.

"What are you doing? Get out of my way, I have to go!"

"Are you mad? If you run, they'll kill me! No Babe, there is only one way we stay alive, and that's doing what they want. You don't have a choice!! These guys are........ are dangerous, seriously dangerous, and they have half the establishment in their pocket. Don't try and fuck them over, you can't win! They will kill us, and not quickly either!!!!"

She tried to shove him aside, but he wasn't moving, and then, the front door opened, and Jake and Jerry marched in, glaring at her.

She dropped her head, defeated, at least for now.

"You were told to be ready! Get fucking ready, now! The Boss don't like to be kept waiting!"

She ran up the stairs, breathing hard as she tried to hold back the tears. She pulled her red dress out of the wardrobe. It still had the tag attached. She'd been thinking of returning it; while it certainly wasn't slutty, or anything like it, it was lower cut and more clingy than she usually wore.

She stripped, and pulled it on over her naked form. The fine silk showed where her nipples pressed against the fabric. She grabbed a shawl and arranged it to cover the display of cleavage and hint of nipple, and then she pushed her feet into her high heeled sandals that went with the dress. Suddenly she realised that Strombali seemed to know a lot about her. He must have been watching her to know that she bought this dress! What else had he seen??

She felt weird with no panties. She looked at the mirror to see if her trimmed bush was visible through the fabric, but it wasn't, but she still felt dreadfully exposed. A call to come on, echoed up the stairs, and she hurried, not daring to keep "the boss" waiting, fearing the consequences.

She was handed a purse, although what it contained she had no idea, not having seen it before, and she looked over her shoulder, glaring at Adam as she was ushered into the back of the waiting limo outside. Just as she sat in, Jerry tugged her shawl away, and popped the trunk, dropping it in there, before slamming it shut.

"Boss told you what to wear. You don't add to that, understand??!"

"1500 a plate, 1200 people attending, that brings our homorable Mayor a cool 1.8 mill for his re-election fund, add to that what we've collected from the businesses and he has enough to guarntee his seat for the next four years."

Rad leaned back in his seat and surveyed the crowd of men and women, smugly pleased that he could demand such a crowd, knowing that it was his inluence that filled each and every seat, not the puppet figure he was going to place into office. He puffed the expensive cigar back to full life, blowing a perfect circle into the air, his eyes going to the painted ceiling and the chandaliers that hung over the massive room. Everything about the room echoed the wealth and power of the people who filled it, the tables ranked in order of that power, the least usefull to Radcliffe filling the outer cirlce and rear of the room and the most wealthy ringing the center at which his table sat.

"Instruct maintenanace to repaint after this event, have them change the drapes as well, a royal blue I think... have it ready for the celebration ball next month."

The building itself was an impressive structure in an overstated way, fashioned after the vaulted ceilings and elegant and often humbling massive arches of New York's Carnegie Hall, the main floor a massive meeting room that hosted Queens, Kings and Presidents in it's 30 year history and possessed the floor space to seat thousands that circled the center stage. The rich and powerful sat at over sized, hand made oak tables, the floors under thier feet the finest of a rare, dark red marble, the best and finest woven silk table cloth matching the floor and drapes in color and opulence.

"Start serving the champagne, I want our crowd "happy" so they don't see our candidate is a complete idiot until he's in office, and while you're at it check on the where abouts of my newest... employee"

Rad looked around his own table, noting with a satisfied smile that the tailored Dolce suits his men wore were of a better cut then 90 percent of the men within the room, and that his own custom William Fioravanti topped the remaining 10 percent with ease. It was the way of his world, the posturing done not only with table placement and over priced suits, but also the influence a man could exert by creating an event such as the one he had, or forcing a woman such as Veronica to her knees at his whim.

"Ahhhhh, there she comes... finally."

He noted that she was late and also that the eyes of every man turned to track her as she moved through the doors and towards them, Rad's attention centering on one man in particular that couldn't take his eyes off of her even as one of his own men rose to hold a chair and seat her next to him.

"I hope you paid better attention to my instructions for dressing then you did as to being on time Mrs Swindon, you're going to be part of a business transaction and your untimely arrival has forced me to reschedule...."

Veronica endured the journey with Jerry. True to Strombali's word, the goon was a perfect gentleman, more of less. A part of her expected him to flip up her dress, to confirm that she was naked beneath, but he didn't.

He did sniff the air in a most ungentlemanly way, and then laugh, making her face flame. She too could smell her pussy, and, for reasons she didn't understand, it was wet.

The traffic was busy this evening, and it took longer than expected to reach the luxurious upscale hotel, the centre piece of the town's opulent history, where tonight's fundraiser was being held. The guest entering were the creme de la creme of society, those in positions of power and influence, those with money. She smiled. This, THIS was where she was at home, where she ought to belong.

Jerry climbed out first, and then offered her his hand, assisting her out. He slid his hand to the small of her back, and ushered her in. The elegance of the surroundings, the expensive cut of his suit, his gentlemanly demeanour lulled her into a false sense of security, and allowed her to forget that he had cum in her face hours earlier, and pinned her arms while his friend choked her on his cock.

She felt all the eyes on her as she strode in, her legs swinging from the hip, her ass swaying seductively in automatic response to the admiring looks. She smiled, and allowed herself to be ushered to the table in the centre, at the fore, the best table in a room full of the town's elite!

"I hope you paid better attention to my instructions for dressing then you did as to being on time Mrs Swindon, you're going to be part of a business transaction and your untimely arrival has forced me to reschedule...." [/B]

Her smile froze for an instant as she was brought back to reality with a bang. Still, she nodded and sat, acknowledging those at the surrounding tables who were admiring her. This wasn't so bad. This she could do! Strombali, she thought just wanted to be seen with a beautiful woman on his arm, a reinforcement of his masculinity, of his position of power.

She hoped the speeches wouldn't be too long. It had been bad enough having to sit though all Adam's longwinded speeches, but if there was enough champagne and gormet food, it would be doable.

The dinner was quickly served in several courses, each a treat to the palate and blending into the next, the sting of the cost of each plate eased by the rich food and the over flowing glasses of champagne and wine served with it. Radcliffe chatted with the other guest at his table, shook hands with others who came to greet him, quietly enjoying the event and ignoring the woman sitting next to him until the broad shouldered man who had eyed Veronica came to the table and they shook hands.

"Jebediah Callahan... meet Veronica Swindon, Veronica, say hello to Mister Callahan. Jebediah has the winning bid on the cities sanitation contract, a very lucrative deal for all of us and I'm looking forward to seeing his trucks and men in the city..."

Rad smiled as the giant of a man eyes Veronica greedily, not trying to disguise his lust as his narrow placed pair of eyes looked constantly down the front of her dress, his massive, calloused hands clenching and unclenching until Rad cleared his throat and laughed quietly.

"We'll see you AFTER the speech I hope Jebediah, so we can close our deal?"

They shook hands again and Rad reseated himself, turning his head to face the massive stage as one man took the microphone and quickly introduced the reason for them all of the men and women being inside the hall.... the next (hopefull) Mayor of the city. To Rad's pleasure the speech the man gave was well presented and spoken, the large group of people in the room rising to thier feet to give him a standing ovation as it ended, another well dressed man taking the stage to annouce the champagne would be chilled and endless to all the guests who wished to stay and dance.

"Come Mrs Swindon, we've that meeting to attend I spoke of...."

Rad rose from his chair and moved across the room, knowing his men would "escort" Veronica behind him and to another smaller room where the eager form of Jeb Callahan waited for them both.

"I'm glad you are here Jebediah, and will keep my end of the bargain.... once you sign the contracts you can have Mrs Swindon, agreed?"

Rad smiled, reaching inside his suit to pull out a pen and the contracts, enjoying the look on Veronica's face as the broad shouldered man took the offered articles and quickly signed them, his eyes never leaving the lone womans figure.

"Very good Jebediah, this promises to be a very profitable partnership for both of us, now please... enjoy my gift to you for the rest of the night, our dear, sweet Veronica Swindon"

"Jebediah Callahan... meet Veronica Swindon, Veronica, say hello to Mister Callahan. Jebediah has the winning bid on the cities sanitation contract, a very lucrative deal for all of us and I'm looking forward to seeing his trucks and men in the city..."

Veronica looked up into the man who had seemed to stare so fixatedly at her, when she had entered. He had small, piggy eyes, close together and they seemed to bulge as he gawked unrepentantly down the front of her dress, making her quite uncomfortable.

"We'll see you AFTER the speech I hope Jebediah, so we can close our deal?"

Veronica had the sinking feeling that the meeting after the speech might somehow involve her! No! That dreadful man.... Stromboli wouldn't do that to her..... would he???

As someone who had spent more time than she cared to recall at political fund-raisers, she wasn't quite as thrilled by it all as some, but she had to admit that the food was particularly good, the champagne was excellent, and the speech was tolerable, and mercifully short.

"Come Mrs Swindon, we've that meeting to attend I spoke of...."

She watched Strombali rise, and she stood too, following on behind, escorted by Jerry through the function room, and along a short hallway to a small meeting room at the rear.

"I'm glad you are here Jebediah, and will keep my end of the bargain.... once you sign the contracts you can have Mrs Swindon, agreed?"

What?? She recoiled in horror! He had to be joking, he simply HAD to be. Her eyes flew to his, pleading, and hoping desperately for a reprieve.

"Very good Jebediah, this promises to be a very profitable partnership for both of us, now please... enjoy my gift to you for the rest of the night, our dear, sweet Veronica Swindon"

There it was, her fate sealed. She grabbed Stromboli's arm, whispering in his ear her pleas for mercy. This man was repulsive to her!! Wouldn't he rather she um.. serviced him instead??

With a quick whisper in her ear, that made her blood run cold, he resigned her to her fate, and she turned just as Jeb lunged at her, trying to hitch up her skirt with one hand as he rammed his other hand down her bodice, threating to rip the delicate fabric in two!

His beady little eyes were sheened with lust, and his cock was tenting his pants as he ground against her.

His fingers found her pussy, and, he began to pump her with two thick, rough fingers. He pulled his fingers away, and wiped then just under her nose, pinching her nipples. Her face was flushed.

"Now, you look well fucked! Come on Mrs. Swindon, lets go. I have plans for you!"

Rad replied to her pleading whisper, then laughed at the expression on her face as the heavy set Jeb, took possession of her and began to finger her.

Rad didn't need to ask where Jeb was going to take her, the man had detailed the room he wanted for his "Use" of Veronica, and Rad had seen to it that the room was arranged exactly as his new partner had requested, including the final details of the cameras put into place and his own addition as well.

"No broken bones, or visible cuts and bruises Jedediah"

Rad laughed again as the man and woman left, taking a seat in a chair and turning on the big screen TV that showed another dark, unoccupied room that minutes later lit up and filled as Jedediah dragged Veronica into it and threw her to the floor.


"I've been waiting to return the FAVOR your husband did for ME, but since I'm not into flabby fat men, YOU will take it back to him for me."

Jedediah pulled off his suit jacket and shirt under it, baring his massive chest and hairy belly to the eyes of the woman on the floor and the camera's that were recording everything within the room.

"He fucked my wife you see, she was a maid in your first house, she got pregnant by him and rather than pay for the baby he had it "fixed", an operation that killed her"

Jedediah kicked off his shoes, then pants, his swollen, massive cock lifting high, towering over the woman and dripping precum as he stripped off his boxers. He had worked himself into an angry mood, the words bringing back a painful past, and now he stood glaring at the one he was go take his revenge on.

"Get UP you stupid BITCH

The angry man commanded, then gripped the womans hair and yanked her to her feet, his calloused, massive right hand swinging wickedly to slap her face with the open palm, then return with a even more wicked backhand.

"Take the F***in dress OFF, I'm going to give it to you up YOUR ass, BITCH. Then you can tell your spineless husband what if feels LIKE!"

Jedediah didn't wait, instead he stopped slapping Veronica long enough to rip the expensive garment from her lush frame, his eyes growing wide, then turning wicked as he gripped her throat and kissed her brutally on her lips.

"YEAH, I'm going to ENJOY doing this to YOU, such a PROPER BITCH you are and all."

The burly, sweating man slapped Veronica once again, letting her spin in his grasp of her hair, then brought a knee up brutally to bend her over and place her in the desired position.

"WHAT? Nothing to SAY, my little BITCH? GOOD!!!! Now spread those long legs of yours and get READY for the ride of your LIFE!"

He didn't wait, instead stroking his swollen cock stepped forward to ram it where he had promised, grunting at the tightness and lack of lube as he gripped Veronica's hair and pulled her wickedly into his thrusts....

"I've been waiting to return the FAVOR your husband did for ME, but since I'm not into flabby fat men, YOU will take it back to him for me."

Veronica trembled in the face of his patent fury! She watched as he began to fling off his clothing, item by item, as she inched away from him, horrified at this turn of events.

"He fucked my wife you see, she was a maid in your first house, she got pregnant by him and rather than pay for the baby he had it "fixed", an operation that killed her"

Veronica's jaw dropped. What??? Adam had done what?? Thinking back, she remembered a little maid.. what was her name??? Rebecca???? No, wait, Rachel! She remembered her, the little blonde slut, the one who was always lingering around Adam, giving him the coquettish looks and the shy smiles. Veronica remembered firing her, she missed six or seven morning, some excuse about not feeling well, and .... well that had been the last they saw of her! So Adam had knocked her up? The little whore!!

Jebediah, naked was an even less pretty sight than Jebediah naked! He was like an animal, covered in thick hair, his hulking body looking .... primitive.

"Get UP you stupid BITCH

Veronica's hand went to her face, shocked at the burning slap. Her eyes watered, and she staggered to get her balance.


"Take the F***in dress OFF, I'm going to give it to you up YOUR ass, BITCH. Then you can tell your spineless husband what if feels LIKE!"

Before she could, he ripped it from her, reinforcing the feeling that this was like some primative snatch and grab, and she, the spoils of war, was about to be raped. She was frozen with fear, as her expensive dress was shredded.

"YEAH, I'm going to ENJOY doing this to YOU, such a PROPER BITCH you are and all."



Next time he slapped her, she fell to the floor, and struggled to get up, to get away from him. She turned onto her hands and knees, and had gone no more than a few feet when he grabbed her, and yanked her back, giving her carpet burn on her knees. She broke three of her nails, digging into the carpet, desperate to get away. He held her, his massive arm banding her hips, and then she felt it, her arms ripped behind her, held immobile, and then his tie used to hold her wrists together, before he pushed her face down onto the carpet once more.

"WHAT? Nothing to SAY, my little BITCH? GOOD!!!! Now spread those long legs of yours and get READY for the ride of your LIFE!"

She sucked in a breath, and began to beg, as tears soaked her cheek.

"Please dont! Dont do this to me, I .... I beg you!!"

She had never had anal sex, it scared her and repulsed her, and the thought of this brutal monster ramming his thick cock into her tiny asshole made her shake with fear. Anything, anything at all was better.

"Jebediah, don't fuck my ass, please! Let me suck you... wouldn't that be nicer, huh? I could... um.... give you a blow job! You could even... finish in my mouth? Or.... or wouldn't you like to ... um.. penetrate my...er.. vagina? Please? I want you too??"

She was so uncomfortable with sex words, and she knew she was doing this poorly, but anything was better than him......... aaaaaggggghh

He pressed his thick cockhead against her asshole, and just thrust and thrust at it, violently. The pain was brutal, and she screamed, and tried to wriggle away from him, but he wound his hand in her hair, yanking her head back painfully, making her arch her back, as he tore open her virgin asshole, and drove in. She felt something give, and wondered if he had ripped her bowels apart! then he began to thrust frantically, making her scream with pain. By the time he had worked his entire cock in, so that his heavy balls slapped her pussy, her asshole felt as though it was on fire, burning with pain, as he rode her.

She felt more used, more degraded than she ever had, and then, to her horror, she felt her body start to pulse, and her empty pussy to clench, as her unwanted arousal began to build.

Jebediah grunted between thrusts, his massive paws pulling the woman before him into his thrusts, his thick lips curling into a sneer as he listened to her wailing voice and enjoyed the tightness of her ass as well.

"Come on you skanky BITCH, move that skinny ASS"

He ordered and shifted his hands, one wrapping it's thick fingers in her hair to yank brutally on it and force her head to lift, the other turning into a thick, heavy paddle that he brought down on her already abused ass cheek.

"I can smell you Veronica Swindon, SMELL your pussy growing wetter by the second!"

He grunted the words out, taking great satisfaction in what he was doing, both in the rape of the socialite and in making a three year old fantasy come true.

"Look at the camera Bitch, tell all your adoring PUBLIC how you'd LOVE that cunt filled, SHOW them the real SLUT under all that prim and proper facade!"

He was taking real pleasure in tormenting her, his cock sliding easily in and out of her as the muscles relaxed, his leer changing into a wicked grin that transformed his face into a devils mask as he pounded brutally into her and then pushed two fingers into her sex as well.

"Mmmmm, even WETTER then I thought, such a fucking SLUT under that fine dress you once wore, now LIFT your head and VOICE and tell ME what you ARE!"

He drove the words home hard and fast, both with his cock and his thick fingers, his hand wrapped tight in her hair and forcing her lush body to arch back wards lewdly, her breasts gyrating erotically with each wicked thrust he forced on her.


"You know I think Jebediah has stumbled across something?"

Rad sat relaxed and comfortable watching the big screen as Veronica's body gyrated before him, a drink in his hand, an expensive cigar in the other, his lips curled into a smile as his men made nasty suggestions about the scenario playing out before their eyes.

"She's a natural, look close at her face and watch.... she's about to get off on this and doesn't even fully realize why!"

Rad punched the remote and zoomed in on the womans head and breasts, her voice and features morphing before the mens collective eyes as Jebediah continued his assault, forcing his cock and fingers harder and deeper into her body, and Rad smiled....

"She'll be our next newest and greatest porn star, we'll film several different themes with her and then hold them until the fiasco with her spineless husband reaches it's peak, then release them ALL at once and make a killing!"

Rad was very pleased, so pleased in fact that he offered each man in the room a cigar and access to his personal liquor, the room growing loud with raunchy male voices, the air thick cigar smoke as Veronica's own voice rose both in pitch and strength.

"Turn...... the camera...... ON!"

Veronica managed to do so, despite the rough manhandling she was getting from Jebediah, who was grunting as he thrust wildly into her ass.

"Come on you skanky BITCH, move that skinny ASS"

She gasped in horror at being addressed in such a crass manner, and then she screamed as he yanked back on her hair, forcing her head up, and her back to arch sharply. Then the paddle began to rain down fire on her ass!!

Veronica was doing her best to not cry, no matter how she needed to, knowing that it would add to Jebediah's enjoyment.

"I can smell you Veronica Swindon, SMELL your pussy growing wetter by the second!"

She lowered her head, shamed, as she realised that she too could smell her pussy, and knew that despite her mind recoiling in horror, her traitorous body was responding to this repulsive bully!

"Look at the camera Bitch, tell all your adoring PUBLIC how you'd LOVE that cunt filled, SHOW them the real SLUT under all that prim and proper façade!"

He was teasing her, mindfucking, or whatever the expression was! He had to be!! The alternative was too much for her to endure!! His demeaning words, and lecherous expressions were designed to humiliate her to the max, and it was working, she could never recall being so demeaned!!

She screamed when he added two thick fingers to the mix, plunging deep in her pussy! She had felt stuffed before, now, she felt as though she was going to rip in two! But worse, her pussy was soaked, and not only was he guaranteed to remark on that in the most base language, but loud squishy sounds were now filling the room.

"Mmmmm, even WETTER then I thought, such a fucking SLUT under that fine dress you once wore, now LIFT your head and VOICE and tell ME what you ARE!"

His words were so humiliating. More especially because SHE believed that there was a grain of truth in them! She hated this vulgar man, in every way, he behaviour, his language, and his appearance, and yet, to her horror, her body was responding!

She suddenly realised that the clapping noise she could hear was coming from her tits as they slapped together forcefully with each and every thrust!


"OPEN..... your EYES....... and...... SAY IT!"

She denied him. For as long as she possibly could, but as she teetered on the brin of the orgasm she had been holding back, the words just burst out.

"I... I'm s..soaking wet, and I'm a ....a slut !!"

Her face burned, mortified to be speaking of herself in those terms.

Whose was that husky voice?? As shocked as she was to hear herself say those words, the voice delivering them was harsh with lust, dripping a syrupy tone.

Her entire body was sheened with sweat, her breasts slapped together, as they hung pendulously form her small frame, as she braced herself on her hands and knees, and screamed, as she felt a powerful climax rip through her!! Her arms gave way and she went face down on the slightly grubby carpet.

But he gave her no quarter. There were no seconds to recover, he just yanked her head up again, pulling cruelly on her hair, as he continued to fuck her ass with animalistic brutality!!

Jebediah laughed with pure, unadulterated please, his voice rolling over sneering lips and echoing off the walls of the polished and pristine room, the lewd sight of his cock raping the woman made even more wicked in the light from the chandelier that hung over their heads.

"That's RIGHT my slutty WHORE, cum all over my COCK and make it nice and SLICK so I can do THIS!"

He grunted and slammed into her, the meaty sound of his thighs hammering again the back side of her body helping accent the brutal fucking he was giving her, his own free hand marking her ass and breasts he howled with delight.


"LOOK at the CAMERA, BITCH! Let it get a GOOD angle at that whores face, ONE day you'll be FAMOUS and I'm going to be able to SAY that I broke you IN"

He pounded her ass, slapped her breast, then fingered her swollen clit and laugh when he lifted his hand and found it coated in her juices, juices that he wiped over the curve of her ass and laughed as that dribbled down to lube her punished anus, making it easier to hammer into her again, and again and again, until finally he felt his own release boiling in his heavy sac and he pulled from her to yank her to her knees before him.... then exploded across her flushed face.

"EXACTLY as I dreamed of you! So fucking picture PERFECT!"

He laughed at the cum covered face of the woman he had just used, knowing all too well she had cum more than once as well, and that the cameras and modern technology had recorded it all in perfect clarity...

"You're THE most expensive FUCK that I've ever paid for baby, but well worth it! I look forward to showing MY boys how GOOD you are this weekend, might even see about arranging a party with you and them, NOW that I'VE had you that is!"

Jebediah wiped his cock off in the shaken, kneeling womans hair with a laugh, then turned and dressed, his grin wide and satisfied as he walked from the room with out a back wards glance.


"Jerry, take Jake and go collect our property.... transport it back home.... and tell her to clean up and get some rest, I'll want to see her tomorrow night and you'll be picking her up at 7 SHARP"

Rad watched the screen as Veronica collapsed to the floor as Jebediah left, then turned off the recorders and pocketed the disc's, his own face showing satisfaction at a good nights work as he handed the disc's to another of his men.

"Have our techs make two copies of each of these, then tell them to send one of each to Mister Swindon OFFICE bright and early Monday morning, I'll talk to the editors of the Post and Herald and let them know of the "rumors" of another sex scandal."

Rad was going to make sure what was left of Mr Swindon life was completely destroyed, and as the walls fell he was going to reap the profits from it, the thought making him smile as he lit another cigar and poured himself a final drink...

If Veronica tonight had been a rough night she was in for another disappointment, for what Rad had planned for her the following night would make Jebediah look like he was a saint...

"That's RIGHT my slutty WHORE, cum all over my COCK and make it nice and SLICK so I can do THIS!"

Jebediah's words humiliated and offended her, as he violently violated her in the most aminalistic of ways.

Her sobbing had faded now, and she was just grunting and moaning as he rode her hard. His hand slapped her ass and tits hard, hurting her, eliciting little screams from her, fading to whimpers.

"LOOK at the CAMERA, BITCH! Let it get a GOOD angle at that whores face, ONE day you'll be FAMOUS and I'm going to be able to SAY that I broke you IN"

She really hoped this was just a mind fuck, she hoped there was no recording! It seemed unlikely to her, as he wouldn't want to record evidence of his raping her!

She looked at the camera, her mascara streaking her face, her lips "O'd" as she moaned, a dark pleasure sweeping over her. She hated that most of all.

She was still shuddering with her own orgasm when he pulled from her, and she was relieved that it was over. But it wasn't!! He held her hair, moving in front of her, his cock smelling foul, and a moment later he began to spray her face, as glob after glob of thick cum hit her, right in the face, as she shuddered with the tail end of her climax.

"EXACTLY as I dreamed of you! So fucking picture PERFECT!"

She must look like a total whore!! She blinked, as some of his cum went into her eye, the saltiness stinging her.

"You're THE most expensive FUCK that I've ever paid for baby, but well worth it! I look forward to showing MY boys how GOOD you are this weekend, might even see about arranging a party with you and them, NOW that I'VE had you that is!"

He leaned in wiping his slimy cock off on her hair, defiling her further. She felt beaten, abused, raped, and then his stinking cock wiped in her hair.

It was only when he was gone that she sat up. Her body was still humming from her last orgasm, and she slid her hand lower and flicked her clit a couple of times, making her back arch, as she climaxed again. Then, horrified as she realised what she was doing, she looked around hoping for a shower. But it wans't a bedroom she was it, it was a meeting room, but she found a tablecloth, and wiped herself as best she could and pulled on her tattered dress, thinking that at least he didn't keep her all night as he had threatened.

Jerry appeared a moment later, and put his coat around her shoulders, and escorted her out, and then home.

She went straight to her shower, and spent almost two hours in there, scrubbing herself from head to toe, shampooing her hair six times, before she was satisfied that it was clean. But she didn't think she would ever feel clean again.

She pulled on cotten pjs and then crawled into bed, pulling the covers over her head, and slept soundly.

She hadn't heard Adam come to bed, and he lay on the other side of the bed. She didn't wake in the morning when he got up, and when she awoke at 2 that afternoon, she was glad that they had not had to speak, that they could avoid the awkwardness between them.

She thought again about making a run for it, but when she found her cell phone, and called the three guys she was sure would help her, each of them hung up, telling her not to contact them again. It was obvious they had been got at.

She ate, finding herself surprisingly hungry, eating a full omlette, a bagel, and some fruit. She pulled on jeans and a tee shirt, dressing down as much as she could, and she waited, hoping they would leave her alone.

"Show her in"

Rad sat at his desk and motioned to one of the two leather chairs on the opposite side as the door opened and the woman walked in.

"Have a seat, I'll be right with you, perhaps Jerry can get you something to drink... coffee, tea, juice, or something stronger?"

He shifted his attention back to the first of the two morning papers the city supported, that being "The Post", the more liberal daily that supported the current government and often attacked the police force and it's current Chief Arthur Douglas, then shifted to the second, "The Herald" which lauded itself as the "underdog of the poor and the truth" quickly scanning the pages and pausing on several that caught his eye before setting it aside as well to study the well shaped woman before him.

"How do you feel Ronny? You don't MIND if I call you Ronny instead of Veronica or Mrs. Swindon, do you? After last night I think something a little more intimate is in order, don't you?"

He smiled a genuine smile, folded the paper to the third page, then pushed it across the massive, polished mahogany surface of the expensive antique for his "guest" to read.

"Contracts awarded and bids offered, you might notice the name of your "date" Jebediah on the awarded side as well as the bid the Cerkonies and "partners" has put up for the new streets on the 333rd Avenue development, the last name seems familiar to me, does it you?"

Rad didn't need to ask, the name was none other then her husbands, an arrangement that had happened in the last 48 hours and that Rad was sure he knew the reason why. A reason he was going to make sure of, once his "visit" with the pale but still beautiful "Ronny" was over...

"I had three phone calls this morning all mentioning your name, Ronny, nothing bad, I assure you, but hopefully now you know what side you're on, yes?"

He placed the question casually, watching carefully as the woman read the paper quietly, then lifted her big brown eyes to his hard steel blues, his lips pressed thin, then relaxing as he brought his coffee cup to his lips and slowly drank from it, his voice soft and almost concerned as he spoke.

"He's a loser Ronny, kept out of the gutter with my money and your looks, in a few months he'll drag you into the sewers with him unless you make the right choices...."

Veronica glanced around his office, impressed at the tasteful décor. Oak panelling, substantial built in book cases, with a huge array of books spanning multiple genres. Not at all what she would have expected from a mobster.

She took a seat opposite him, sitting down gingerly, in deference to her abused rear end.


"How do you feel Ronny? You don't MIND if I call you Ronny instead of Veronica or Mrs. Swindon, do you? After last night I think something a little more intimate is in order, don't you?"


Well, she did actually, not that it was going to make any difference. Still, he managed to say Mrs. Swindow with such a sarcastic tone, that perhaps she could live with Ronny.

She perused the papers he pushed over to her, scanning them for any mention of her, not really focussing on any thing else. But when he focussed her attention on the article about teh 333rd Avenue development, she noted Adam Swindon's name associated with it. What the hell was that fool up to now??

"I had three phone calls this morning all mentioning your name, Ronny, nothing bad, I assure you, but hopefully now you know what side you're on, yes?"

That grabbed her attention. Who were the three from? Her heart sank, surely not the men she had approached for help, those who had terminated the call and asked her not to contact them again?? Surely they didn't squeal on her, did they??

He was looking at her in a way that made her very uncomfortable. What was he about to spring on her?? She did her best to look innocent!

"He's a loser Ronny, kept out of the gutter with my money and your looks, in a few months he'll drag you into the sewers with him unless you make the right choices...."

That kicked her into action.

"Don't tell me about him being a loser!! I' ve got my wagon hitched to his, and he has fucked up my life in a big way!!"

Her eyes watered as she looked at Stombali.

"Do you know what he did to me? Do you?? That disgusting, horrendous ape of a man that you left me with yesterday?? He raped me!! Anally!! Brutally hard, and made me bleed!! I am so sore I can barely move!! I can certainly understand that he needs to bribe or blackmail to get a woman to tolerate his touch, but he was repulsive, and showed me no consideration at all!! And he kept upsetting me by pretending the whole thing was being filmed. If it wasn't so ridiculous, I'd have passed out with the horror of it all!!"

She sucked in a breath, steadying herself.

"I'll take you up on that drink now! Jerry, get me a double brandy, Hennesy XO if you have it, or Remy Martin, failing any decent stuff, what ever you have that is strong!!"

She turned her attention to Strombali once more.

"So, am I off the hook now!???! I did what you asked of me, and I endured that repulsive freaks touch, are we quits, can I just go??! Please!!"

"Don't tell me about him being a loser!! I' ve got my wagon hitched to his, and he has fucked up my life in a big way!!"


"Do you know what he did to me? Do you?? That disgusting, horrendous ape of a man that you left me with yesterday?? He raped me!! Anally!! Brutally hard, and made me bleed!! I am so sore I can barely move!! I can certainly understand that he needs to bribe or blackmail to get a woman to tolerate his touch, but he was repulsive, and showed me no consideration at all!! And he kept upsetting me by pretending the whole thing was being filmed. If it wasn't so ridiculous, I'd have passed out with the horror of it all!!"

"I'll take you up on that drink now! Jerry, get me a double brandy, Hennesy XO if you have it, or Remy Martin, failing any decent stuff, what ever you have that is strong!!"

"So, am I off the hook now!???! I did what you asked of me, and I endured that repulsive freaks touch, are we quits, can I just go??! Please!!"




He listened quietly, hearing in her voice a woman pushed so close to the edge, knowing she was about to break into a million pieces, and that he should feel sorry for her as she described the horrors she went through at the hands of both her husband and then Jedediah...

He should feel something, want to help her, he knew it way back in the darkness of his soul, but instead he simply rose from his chair, waited until she knocked back the drink brought to her.... then laughed.

"Off the hook? I let ONE man FUCK you and you think you're OFF THE HOOK?"

He took the glass from her hand, placed it gently on the desk now behind him, his hand flashing out to grip her demure blouse and one handed lift her to her tip toes.

"I OWN YOU. NOT FOR ONE FUCK, NOT FOR ONE LOUSY VIDEO.... BUT FOR EVER. DON'T YOU GET IT? I LET HIM FUCK YOU AND TAPED IT ALL SO I COULD SEND THAT DEAD BEAT HUSBAND OF YOURS A COPY!!!"

He smiled suddenly, his eyes cold fury, the free hand flashing to slap her face and maybe drive her back to her senses, a blow that rocked her head back and tore the blouse open to reveal she wore no bra...

"Jesus Ronny get fucking SMART, nothing in this LIFE comes free, you can't live like a Queen for years then walk away from the man that paid your bills... It wasn't Adam's money that bought you all those fine clothes, the make up and the dinners, it wasn't Adam's money that paid for the vacations you took to the Bahama's, or to Paris..."

He gripped the remnants of her blouse with both hands, shrugged his shoulders and shredded the remainder of it one easy wrenching rip, then gripped her neck with a hand as she tried to scratch her eyes out and laughed as she cursed him, then choked for air.

"I gave Adam the benefit of the doubt, HE in turn tried to FUCK me, NOW...NOW I've got the one last thing of value he HAD, and I'm going to get my monies worth!"

Rad turned, pulling Ronny to the front of the desk and forcing her to bend over it, his hand still choking her as he tore her pants down and then off, baring her abused ass before him as he pulled his own belt off and doubled it with his free hand.

"Your life of easy street has ended! No one is going to help you! Adam is going DOWN and IF you don't learn QUICK????"

He shifted his hand from her neck to her hair, forcing the woman to bend completely over the desk, her trembling, bare ass cheeks lifted high in the air as the belt hissed angrily through the air before connecting with the soft flesh with a loud CRACK


Over and over he repeated his rules, over and over he drove the words home with the flat of his belt to her ass, her cries of anger growing louder, then changing to cries of pain and fear until finally Rad let her hair go and she slid off the desk top to her knees at his feet.

"Get UP Ronny.... get up and tell me.... WHO do you sleep with... tonight?"

He took the glass from her so gently that it belied the violence to come. Gently, and carefully he placed it on the desk, and then,in a flash, he had her by the front of her silk blouse, teetering on her toes for balance!

"I OWN YOU. NOT FOR ONE FUCK, NOT FOR ONE LOUSY VIDEO.... BUT FOR EVER. DON'T YOU GET IT? I LET HIM FUCK YOU AND TAPED IT ALL SO I COULD SEND THAT DEAD BEAT HUSBAND OF YOURS A COPY!!!"

What little colour she had had in her face faded, and ashen, she looked at him horrified.

Seconds later, so fast she didn't even see it coming, he slapped her face so hard she saw stars!! Her blouse, moments later was literally ripped of her body,and he threw her across his desk, tearing her pants and panties off.

"Jesus Ronny get fucking SMART, nothing in this LIFE comes free, you can't live like a Queen for years then walk away from the man that paid your bills... It wasn't Adam's money that bought you all those fine clothes, the make up and the dinners, it wasn't Adam's money that paid for the vacations you took to the Bahama's, or to Paris..."

Jesus!! He knew everything about her!! Paris?? That had been in 2006 and the Bahamas... 2009. How long had he been watching her every move, waiting to strike??

She felt him tugging at his belt, and assumed that he was going to fuck her, she braced herself.

"Your life of easy street has ended! No one is going to help you! Adam is going DOWN and IF you don't learn QUICK????"

There was a split second before the belt landed that she heard in, and shocked disbelief filled her. He was actually belting her!!!

"YOU WILL NOT BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS YOU"


"YOU WILL NOT SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN"

"YOU WILL CALL ME SIR"

She was frantically trying to remember this, in case he quizzed her after!! The belt left welts on her ass and thighs, burning dreadfully, and sending deep throbbing pain right through her, and it would have made her legs go from under her, except that she was thrown across his desk!!

"YOU WILL DO WHO EVER AND DO THEM WHEN EVER I Tell YOU"[/B

He was a brute, a bully and a thug, but her very survival was dependent on his good will. She was terrified, and she was determined to survive, no matter what! On and on it went, setting her ass cheeks on fire, and she knew, without a doubt that she would have even greater difficulty sitting now!!!

"Get UP Ronny.... get up and tell me.... WHO do you sleep with... tonight?"

Sobbing hard, she just about managed to get to her feet, wobbling, naked and vulnerable.

"I.... I... I'll sleep with who you say, Sir! Whoever you say!!"

She didn't want to feel that belt again!!

She stood, tears streaming, totally naked, vulnerable, and horribly aware of that, and yet her pussy was far from dry, and as much as the beating had hurt and scared her, it had also excited her, and she was determined that Mr. Strombali never find that out!! If he did, if he discovered her weakness, he would no doubt exploit it.

"I.... I... I'll sleep with who you say, Sir! Whoever you say!!"

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He took a long hard look at her, then nodded, knowing he had put the fear into her, at least for now, and that fear would keep her in line. He lifted the phone, dialed an extension number, his eyes taking in the lushness of her body and how her hands kept drifting to cover her sex, an action that seemed odd as it left her breasts completely exposed...

"Send the Doctor in now"

He smiled as her expressions changed again, marveled silently to himself how amazing her face looked under each different emotion, curiosity setting in as he wondered what she'd look like up close under the influence of an orgasm.

"You took a brutal fucking, the Doctor is going to make sure you're OK, and treat you if you're not."


He explained to the nude woman, not out of compassion, but knowing if she were calm it would speed things along and save him time.

"Ahhh, Doctor, here's your patient. She took some hard anal use last night and I want her checked, plus also a blood sample drawn, and then finally we can look at the other subject we discussed earlier"

The Doctor was a tall, thin, gray haired man, his eyes watery blue and nose red from too many vodka tonics too often, but his hands were steady as he set his bag on a chair then motioned to the desk.

"Bend face first over the table and spread your legs, Mrs Swindon."

From the bag he pulled a pair of latex gloves and slipped them on, his eyes studying the woman and face cracking into a smile, a tube of lubricant coming out of the bag to be opened and applied to his right, middle finger before he spoke again at the woman who hadn't moved.

"Yes, I know who you are, and Yes, I am a real Doctor, now shall we begin, Mrs. Swindon?"

Rad laughed, instinct guiding him in his assumption of exactly WHY the woman was slow to obey the Doctor, it wasn't shame of being examined, or fear of what the Doctor might do, but rather a secret she wished to keep....

"Listen to the Doctor, Ronny, or I'll get my belt out again, now MOVE!"

His words made the woman jump, then move, her forehead placed to the surface of the table, her hair draped over her face, the fullness of her breasts resting on the cold wood as she slowly spread her legs then held still.

"Tell me Doctor, it that amount of moisture COMMON in a womans pussy?"

Rad kept his voice level as he stood to the side, taking in the voluptuous figure of the woman as well as the hands of the Doctor who moved quickly and smoothly to the woman as he spoke softly.

"It depends Sir, on whether or not somethings happened to arouse her, or terrify, perhaps. I gather by the red welts and your words she's taking a beating, did she by chance PISS herself during it?"

Rad chuckled softly, his eyes glinting wickedly with amusement as he watched the Doctor begin his examination and a finger was worked into the bent over womans anus.

"Yes, I beat her, but NO, she didn't piss herself Doctor, at least I don't think so... Tell the good Doctor Ronny, did you wet yourself as I used my belt on you?"

Rad was enjoying himself, the woman trying not to squirm as the Doctor lubed her well used but still tight anus, his fingers working it until he could pull a glass rod from a pocket and slide it too into her ass, then pulled then a small pen light out of the same pocket to shine it against the glass.

"The I'd say she's aroused Sir, some women enjoy that type of thing, now as far as the examination.... I see some irritated tissue and minor swelling, but no tears... I'll apply a creme to ease both and can give a shot that will speed her recovery up as well, that is you approve, Sir?"

"Go ahead Doc, and don't forget to take the blood sample... Don't want my clients picking up any STD's, now do we?"

Rad lost interest as the exam ended, moved to the small wet bar in a corner to pour three glasses of aged Bourbon, then carried the glasses to set them on the table before taking his own and watch the Doctor push the first needle home.

"What do you think of her breasts Doctor, can you work with them?"

He sat on the edge of the desk, watched the sample of blood being drawn, the as the needle was pulled Ronny's flesh slipped his hand under her breast to cup and squeeze it.

"They're firm, but starting to sag, I'd like them perkier, but don't want any visible scarring."

Rad spoke as is Ronny wasn't in the room, or she were a piece of furniture... his lips showing the amusement he was finding in the situation as the Doctor pulled off the gloves and reached one of his hands around the bent over woman to cup her other breast and squeeze it.

"They ARE firm, I wonder IF they're natural? If so I can do a tuck and pull... shouldn't take more than two or three days..."

The Doctor agreed and mused, letting loose of the breast to pull another needle from his bag and drive it into Ronny's backside without warning.

"This will burn a bit, then you'll feel a bit giddy... it stimulates the blood flow in the genitals and also the healing, you'll be back to normal in 24 hours."

The shot given, the Doctor quickly cleaned up and packed his bag, lifted his drink and tossed it back, then offered his hand and shook Rad's before turning to leave as he spoke over a shoulder.

"Bring her by some morning, Sir, I'll give her a thorough exam and we can talk further of the enhancements you wish, Good Day"

And with those words the Doctor was gone, the door clicking shut behind him as Rad smiled and spoke to the still bent over woman...

"You can get OFF my desk and have your drink, then kneel on the floor while we talk Ronny.... I'd say SIT but know how tender you are, and don't think standing is too good of an idea either considering the drugs you've been given...."

"Send the Doctor in now"

She froze. She couldn't take any more, not now, not til she pulled herself together. Her gaze flicked to the the door, as panic bloomed once more.

"Ahhh, Doctor, here's your patient. She took some hard anal use last night and I want her checked, plus also a blood sample drawn, and then finally we can look at the other subject we discussed earlier"

The doctor, if he even was a doctor, had the look of a man who liked his drink a little too much, and he repulsed her.

"Bend face first over the table and spread your legs, Mrs Swindon."

he knew her??? Was he... was he another person who Strombali expected her to service??? She moved, but very slowly, watching as he pulled on latex gloves, and got some lube. Was this a game to him?? Some kind of fantasy Doctor - Patient game???

"Yes, I know who you are, and Yes, I am a real Doctor, now shall we begin, Mrs. Swindon?"


"Listen to the Doctor, Ronny, or I'll get my belt out again, now MOVE!"

That motivated her to move. Her face flamed, both at his saying that in front of the doctor, and also it reminded that her welted ass would be on show! Worse, she was wet, aroused, and that might be noticed.
Still, she didn't want the belt again and she bent forward over the desk.

"Tell me Doctor, it that amount of moisture COMMON in a womans pussy?"

She could have murdered him!! The bastard was deliberately humiliating her!! She sucked in a breath, and tried to rise above it all.


"It depends Sir, on whether or not somethings happened to arouse her, or terrify, perhaps. I gather by the red welts and your words she's taking a beating, did she by chance PISS herself during it?"

Strombali's laugh angered her, and the doctor's crass remark shamed her utterly. She gasped as she felt a lubed up latex covered finger probe its way into her ass.

"Yes, I beat her, but NO, she didn't piss herself Doctor, at least I don't think so... Tell the good Doctor Ronny, did you wet yourself as I used my belt on you?"

She was totally mortified now, and was sure her entire body was crimson with shame!! She didn't want to answer, but she thought that if she didn't, he might ask it again, or say something worse. In a whisper, she managed to squeek out a reply.

"No, no, I didn't wet myself!"

Her face flamed as she recalled the incident in her kitchen. Next, she felt a cold, rigid probe entering her ass, and she yelped.

"The I'd say she's aroused Sir"

She squeezed her eyes shut, and missed the rest of the conversation between the Doctor and Strombali, which was being carried on without her.

" Don't want my clients picking up any STD's, now do we?"

What???? What about her catching something from one of his clients?? What about that??! Suddenly, the smell or spirits caught her attention, and three glasses were set down. The needle pierced her skin, and stung as the contents of the hyperdermic were sent into her system. Veronica was a bit squeemish, so she didn't watch as the blood sample was taken.

"What do you think of her breasts Doctor, can you work with them?"

Her breasts??? What was wrong with them?? She had beautiful breasts!!


"They're firm, but starting to sag, I'd like them perkier, but don't want any visible scarring."

Suddenly, the Doctor was weighing her breasts in his hands, squeezing them, his thumb grazing over her nipple in a most un-doctor-like way.

"They ARE firm, I wonder IF they're natural? If so I can do a tuck and pull... shouldn't take more than two or three days..."

Her sharp retort died on her tongue, as the doctor stabbed her ass with another needle, and this burned her quite a bit.

"This will burn a bit, then you'll feel a bit giddy... it stimulates the blood flow in the genitals and also the healing, you'll be back to normal in 24 hours."

Veronica clung to the desk, feeling woosey. She sucked in a few breaths, trying to steady herself. She felt almost as though she was drunk, not totally out of it, but more than a little buzzed.

She missed the doctor's departure. Oh, what was happening to her??

"You can get OFF my desk and have your drink, then kneel on the floor while we talk Ronny.... I'd say SIT but know how tender you are, and don't think standing is too good of an idea either considering the drugs you've been given...."

She stumbled a step or two, and took her drink, drinking it too quickly. She knelt at his feet, and became suddenly aware of a new sensation in her pussy. She looked down, mesmerised for a moment, and she parted her legs a little, staring in amazement at her clit. It was a deep red, and seemed to be visibly pulsating!! She reached down touching it, and moaned instantly. She was on the brink of a climax!! She looked at her nipples, and found that they were rock hard too! And what was wrong with her. More than anything, she just wanted to stroke her clit, make herself cum. Really, she didn't care if Strombali was watching her, or anyone else for that matter. She just felt so horny, so desperate, burning with desire.

She looked up at him, one hand cupping her pussy.

"What do you want to talk about???"

She lifted her hand away, bemused by how wet her pussy was!! She was dripping!! Returning her hand, almost unconsciously, she began to flick her clit, and finger her pussy, arching her back and cumming hard. She had barely touched herself!! She looked at The Boss.

"What did the doctor inject into me??