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	You Bet Your Wife- (Betwife.txt)- Vinny has a problem with the
big boss- a potentially fatal one. The alternative is watching Vivian
used and abused for his own sins. And they'll probably kill him anyway.
M/F, humil, oral, anal, b&d

 

				You Bet Your Wife
	He was a grouch, but he wasn't Groucho Marx or Oscar the Grouch 
for that matter. He was a mean looking sucker that looked like his I.Q.
could be summed up in a single digit.
	He was the assurance that there would be no funny business. Vinny
knew that he worked for a ruthless, powerful man, but he didn't know
he was twisted. His balls had shrunk into peas when he realized Mr. Big
was onto his skimming. He was expecting two in the back of the head,
fuhgedaboudit.
	Instead he was sweating freely in a kitchen chair that had been
placed in the middle of Mr. Big's living room. He was learning a lot of
interesting things about the way it worked. First off, Mr. Big knew to
the penny how much he was short. That was $47,365.45 Vinny owed him.
	That was his kid's allowance for a week, but Vinny knew it was
the bad example that concerned Mr. Big. It wasn't good business to have
his thieves stealing from him.
	Secondly, he had a devil's deal to offer Vinny. That was why
Vivian was sitting in the overstuffed chair on the other end of the
couch from Mr. Big's chair. He was willing to take her as collateral
against whatever game Vinny wanted to choose and try and win his debt
back.
	Vinny knew it was a sucker game, but Mr. Big wasn't presenting it
as an option. Vinny was going to play, and if he was impossibly lucky
he could clear up the whole incident with the boss. Otherwise Vivian
was going to pay the price.
	She knew the score. Mr. Big put it to her while Vinny sweated
in the chair. She realized she could ultimately become his property.
She knew she could be called on to perform any act Mr. Big demanded
if the game went bad for Vinny. She was assured he meant anything.
	She was told the option was to watch Bruno shoot Vinny in the
head. He was frighteningly vague about what happened to her in that
case. Vinny himself wasn't sure which he preferred. He knew that the
claws would never get out of him in either case. He learned about his
wife when she looked Mr. Big straight in the eye and said she'd stand 
up for Vinny.
	He chose poker because he reasoned that the games would last
longer and delay the ultimate disposition the for the longest possible
time. It was a small victory if it was a victory at all. He and Mr.
Big just swung back and forth on bigger pots that way. It took some
time, but the toll on Vivian was huge.
	Mr. Big began by letting Vinny slide on a raise to throw a piece
of Vivian's clothing into the pot. It was strip poker with only one
loser, Vivian. She was a fiery dark-haired beauty, but she knew when to
stand up and when to put up and shut up.
	It wasn't making Vinny's mood any lighter to watch as the cunning
man worked at his plan one garment at a time. He knew there was a trick
coming and Mr. Big knew he knew. Vinny sensed that uncertainty was also
a part of the evil man's plan.
	"I raise you 10 G's against her pretty red panties," Mr. Big
finally said.
	Vinny had won back nearly $30,000 of his debt and that pot would
bring him close to having won it all. The panties were also the only
clothes Vivian had left. It was a typically tempting devil's deal to
call the bet. Mr. B had brought him to the edge of hope.
	He looked at the two pair of face cards in his hand. Mr. B had
given no indication he had a pat hand. He could beat most other hands 
of two pair, but that was far from a solid hand. But what choice did he
have? He was so close, he had to stay to see Mr. B's hand.
	Three threes. Vivian stood up and slipped the wager off her hips
and walked over to drop them in the middle of the table. Mr. Big 
picked them up and held them to his nose. He smiled like the smell was
nitrous oxide and had made him giddy.
	 Vinny was back to needing to win almost $30,000 again. He felt
like a pawn for his boss to use against his own wife. He knew it 
wouldn't end with the clothes. Maybe taking the bullet would have been
better for both of them.
	Mr. Big shifted ominously in his chair. Vinny could smell it 
coming. It had been inevitable at the start.
	"You're a smart kid, I bet you even know what I'm going to say,"
Mr. B started, "And for sure you know the only chance is to agree. So
let me cut your wait short. Five grand on your pile- straight up- if she
gets down under the table and blows me while I play."
	It was just like the rest of the set-up. It sounded generous, but
it was really nothing. Five grand, not even staked on a hand, just cash
for services rendered. It was just about enough to make it worth it. 
That was the lure. Of course it was just more on the pile for Vinny to
lose. 
	It still boiled down to the slim chance Mr. Big would let him off
the hook. The demonic part was having to play it to the end to find
out.
	Vinny looked at Vivian. Involving her was the humiliating part.
She was probably going through this for nothing. It was most likely
that Vinny would get shot anyway after Mr. Big had dragged them both
through the gutter long enough. Vivian nodded slightly in assent.
	Mr. Big didn't wait for Vinny. At her nod, he reached over and
dropped the $5,000 on Vinny's pile. He didn't have to say a word and
Vivian pushed herself up out of the chair and got down to crawl under
the table.
	At least she was quiet about it. Vinny only had to watch the
looks of contentment pass over Mr. B's face. On the good side, he
wasn't as sharp at watching his cards while Vivian was under the table,
but neither was Vinny.
	Vinny was thinking of how good Vivian was making Mr. Big's 
Cock feel. She was a student of blow jobs and he knew Mr. B was
Getting a sucking he'd remember. He tried to make Vivian's sacrifice
worth it by making up some hands, but he kept seeing her head bobbing
in the old man's lap in his mind.
	He won a couple of small pots. Mr. Big was distracted from 
betting too. Vinny had to shake his distraction. Vivian was making the
sacrifice and he should be doing his best to make it pay off. 
	He held three nines and saw the chance to make some headway. He
eased Mr. Big up, trying to play it like some macho thing on his part.
He got up another three grand on the hand and Mr. Big looked sore.
	"You- down there- ease up, I can't think," he told Vivian and his
hand moved under the table.
	Vivian obviously had eased up on him because Mr. Big was playing
smarter. He folded twice without a draw and then bet cautiously, letting
Vinny make his play. It was back and forth, but a couple of big hands
put Vinny on the way and soon he was back up by $20,000.
	Mr. Big wasn't thinking about cards again. From the way he was
rocking on his chair, Vinny knew Vivian was going for the gold. He could
see her dark head flying up and down on Mr. Big's cock under the table.
He had watched her work on him enough times, he knew just what was
happening down there.
	He won once and then Mr. Big suddenly threw his cards on the table
and groaned real loud. He was holding a full house. More importantly to
Vinny, he was filling his wife's mouth with his criminal seed. Vinny
wasn't going to bet anymore against the pat hand and Mr. Big raked back
about $750 with a grin.
	Vinny wasn't sure if it was just the blow job, or if the win also
had something to do with it. Either way, he was mad now. It was stupid,
he knew. He tried to keep it under control and think harder about what
he was doing.
	The odds on the cards weren't all he was calculating as they
played on. Mr. Big had humiliated them both- sent the message. Vivian
had blown him while Vinny knew what was going on. And knowing how great
Vivian sucked cock, Vinny was hoping for a miracle. Maybe that was
enough for Mr. Big.
	It was a slim chance, but none was the other option. Vinny
played on keeping his one chance in mind. He got back over $30,000, but
the tension was ripping him apart. And Mr. Big was starting to look
hungry as he stared at Vivian. He wanted to get this thing done to see
if he could beat the odds.
	"Why don't we take a break after this game," Vinny suggested,
"And just to make it interesting, why don't we say Vivian is in this
pot. On top of the money, we'll have a side bet. If I win, Vivian gets
her bra and panties back. If you win, you spend the break slipping her
the salami."
	"I like big balls," Mr. Big said, "You sit here playing for your
life and your wife and you want to make side bets. It's my game. I say
what the bets are. But I like big balls- maybe I'll have yours mounted
on my wall."
	It was the best thing he could have said. Vinny knew what the game
was. Mr. Big putting him in his place was part of it. Now that he'd done
that and not had the goon break his neck, Vinny was optimistic. Mr. Big
went for the bet.
	It was time for the big play. Mr. Big might be a little greedy
with the thought of balling Vivian in the back of his head. He was a
smart card player and he wouldn't have that much hesitation backing a
good hand anyway. Vinny was going to go for it.
	He was going to cold deck the bastard. Being exactly, perfectly
normal was the key. He'd be able to sweat as the pot grew. That was
natural.
	Vinny spread his hand. Eight, 7, 6, 5, queen greeted him. Mr. Big
was looking and three jacks, a five and a ten.
	"How many?" he asked.
	"Two," came the predictable response.
	Vinny breathed easier. The last hurdle was clear. Mr. Big's second
card was a four, just in case, but it played so much better when he drew
like a normal player. It was a comforting indication that he suspected
nothing.
	Vinny threw in the queen and dealt himself the nine. Straight to
the nine- beats three of a kind. The collision of good hands should get
the $15,000 he needed into the pot. 
	Mr. Big only went $10,000 of his own before he called and wanted
to see Vinny's cards. Vinny would have maybe $42,000 and change when he
raked this one in. Vivian would have some clothes on and he liked his
chances to win the rest. It wasn't what he wanted, but it would have to
do.
	"Straight to the nine," Vinny said as he lay down his cards.
	"Fucking idiot in the side pocket," Mr. Big said cryptically. "I
give you an even chance and you have to fuck that up too. How am I going
to trust you when you pull shit like this?"
	Vinny didn't like the sound of that. He liked jacks over queens
full even less as Mr. Big laid out the winning hand. They both said he
was dead meat. He was supposed to have three jacks, a trey and a four.
Someone had restacked the cold deck. Mr. Big knew. He had the sense to
shut up and let Mr. Big tell him what was going to happen now.
	"Now we're going to shuffle these cards this time and we each
take five cards for this pot," Mr. Big said. "Then I'm going to fuck
your wife."
	There had to be more than that. It was like saying no harm, no
foul. Mr. Big wasn't that nice to cheaters. Mr. Big had a king high to
Vinny's garbage and watching another $10,000 leave his side of the table
didn't make Vinny feel better. The best thing was that he was going to
live long enough to see Mr. Big put the blocks to his wife. Like that
was any consolation.
	"Since you've proven yourself so trustworthy, I'm having Bruno tie
you to that chair," Mr. Big said as they moved the group into his
bedroom.
	Tough as she was, Vivian begged like a child when Mr. Big had Bruno
tie her to the bed. Vinny had never seen her crack like that. But if
there was a time to crack, this was it. He was capable of anything and
now Vivian was unable to protect herself.
	"She thinks just because I tie her up, I'm gonna hurt her or
something," Mr. Big sounded hurt. "Hey babe, you are one hot piece and I
wouldn't want to hurt you for the world. In fact, I got something nice
in mind for you."
	He was in no hurry as he stroked Vivian's bound body. Then he
slipped his hand down and pushed his finger in her cunt.
	"Damn, she is tight," he said to no one in particular, "But I
don't think she's ready to play with me yet."
	Vinny couldn't tell Vivian's mental state. She looked like she was
struggling to relax, if that's possible. He imagined she was on the edge
of panic as Mr. Big drew out her bondage. Then he came back with a
vibrator and used that to fuck Vivian.
	He wasn't hurting her, but Vivian didn't look like she was having
a good time. Bearable was probably the word. Then Mr. Big turned on the
buzz and Vivian squirmed like a snake was trying to crawl up inside her
snatch.
	"Now you got good muscles, don't you? You got one of them snapping
turtle pussies, don't you?" he was asking as Vivian jumped around on the
buzzing toy. "So I want you to hold this in while I watch you. You let
it fall out and I'll give you something in a tighter hole."
	Now Vinny knew why he had bothered to lube the vibrator before
fucking Vivian with it. The greasy thing would be harder to keep in.
Vinny didn't want to watch her writhe to try and keep the buzzing
monster inside herself, but he was getting a hard-on. He was a bastard.
He knew that, but Vivian was hot as she fucked the imaginary man using
the plastic dick.
	She was desperate trying to suck the vibe farther inside. She was
desperate trying to push the base against the bed to help her. She was
desperate as the buzzing toy took its toll on her composure. It was
vibrating her clit and it was very hard to concentrate.
	Vinny couldn't help being horny. Since the vibrator couldn't feel
for itself, Vinny was feeling what Vivian's cunt was doing to the fake
cock. And he was ashamed of himself for being aroused instead of
outraged that his wife was being used in that way. All in all, that was
better than what Vivian was enduring.
	She would squeeze it hard, Vivian was thinking. She would suck it
right up into her guts and it would never slip out. She couldn't hold
off her orgasm forever. The damn thing never gave her a rest. It buzzed
and buzzed and she couldn't help the feelings it gave her.
	Only it was like her worst fear. She came and the contractions
didn't pull the vibrator inside her. She wailed as she felt herself
lose it and tried to halt the overpowering waves that washed over her.
She delayed it perhaps a second and a half by her efforts.
	"Ooops, I guess I know someone that wants to feel fuller," Mr. Big
said.
	Mr. Big was going to fuck his wife in the ass while he watched.
Vinny wasn't aroused anymore. He was getting slapped around and Mr. Big
wasn't touching him. It was Vivian that was going to feel the pain and
he was only going to share her helplessness and humiliation.
	They took their time making sure Vivian was positioned before they
tied  her up. She was bent over a pile of bolsters and they bound her
wrists to her knees. It was a convenient way to get her butt in the air
and keep it that way.
	"Now you must know that the wider you spread, the easier it will
be," he said as he rubbed lube on her anus. "But make it as hard on
yourself as you want. We've left you that freedom."
	It was one of the times to put out rather than stand up, but that
didn't make any easier on Vinny as he watched Vivian pull her legs wide
open and try to open her ass for Mr. Big. It was a smart move, but it
wasn't a sight Vinny wanted to see. He was going to like watching Mr.
Big bone her even less.
	He had to watch. He knew if he looked away, Mr. Big would have Bruno
force his head back to watch and then make it harder on Vivian. Now he
knew the bullet was the better choice.
	"You know what it's like back here, don't you?" Mr. Big asked
Vinny, "Tell me how it's going to feel when I stick my cock up her ass."
	"She's tight. And it's warm," Vinny answered grudgingly.
	The son of a bitch knew just what he was doing. He wanted to dig
it in a little more that he was fucking Vinny's wife. The words didn't
come out hard. Vinny was too focused on the hard cock poised at Vivian's
back door. Talking was nothing compared to watching that cock spear his
wife's asshole.
	They both were braced for Mr. Big to ram his cock to the hilt in
Vivian's captive ass. Instead, he forced the head in and paused. He
grinned back at Vinny. He wasn't done teaching him a lesson.
	"They like it when you wait a bit for them to get used to it," he
said to Vinny.
	Vivian was squirming again to get used to it. It was the smart
play, but it was hard on Vinny to watch her try to relax so Mr. Big
could fuck her ass. He had to try and see her side of it.
	Vivian had no side. There was a big thing trying to get in her
ass and the only way the feeling that she was being ripped open was
going to go away was for her to stop fighting. It wasn't an option. It
was a necessity. She could ponder the humiliation later. She had to let
him in because she would only be hurting herself to keep fighting.
	Mr. Big eased his cock into her ass. He moved it out slowly and
then back in at the same pace. Vivian was surprised by his gentleness.
Then he jammed her hard and Vivian braced for more. But he went back to
the easy fuck.
	"She takes it real good. You must fuck her in the ass all the
time," Mr. Big said to Vinny. "And you're right, she is tight and hot
back here."
	He wasn't done fucking with either of them, Vinny knew. Mr. Big
was having a great time fucking Vivian's butt while Vinny watched. He
was going to keep playing with them for a while.
	Just when Vinny decided he was in for a long show, Mr. Big jammed
his cock into Vivian's ass and kept on jamming it. She tried not to cry
out, but she couldn't stop the grunts as Mr. Big  slapped loudly on her
ass, driving his cock deep inside her.
	He leaned over the bound woman and let his weight come down on her
butt. The smacking sound stopped as he fucked her with the last inch of
his cock and rode her butt. Vivian couldn't help the moan that escaped
as he rooted deep in her bowels.
	Vinny could tell by the way his ass hopped that Mr. Big was
filling his wife with jizm. At least this was nearly over and they
could move on to killing him. Mr. Big rested a moment with his cock to
the hilt in Vivian's ass and then moved back. Vivian's asshole was a
gaping cave between her buttocks.
	"Now she looks like she's ready to be stuffed," Mr. Big said,
staring at the distended asshole.
	"You're going to have to untie me before I can do anything about
it," Vinny smarted off, stinging still from the display.
	"I've seen you in the club," Mr. Big scoffed, "You ain't got the
equipment for this."
	"I thought we were playing cards." Vinny made an effort to de-rail 
whatever plan Mr. Big had in mind.
	"Good point," he said, "And I took this break to fuck your wife.
But she still owes me for dropping the vibrator. Trust me. She'll be
glad I fucked her first when she sees Thomas."
	It was like an introduction. Thomas came in the room wearing a T-
shirt and nothing else. There must have been entertainment in the other
room because his cock swung hard in front of him. His cock was huge.
Obviously, Mr. Big had looked for the biggest, blackest dick he could
find and Thomas had it.
	"She dropped the dildo," Mr. Big told Thomas, "See if she can get
a better grip on your black snake."
	"Come on, what's your beef with Vivian?" Vinny piped up. "She
didn't have anything to do with ripping you off."
	"But she said she'd stand up for you," Mr. Big said and then an
evil grin came over his face. "But maybe you'd like to return the favor?
Maybe you'd like to stand up for her this time? Somebody's going to get
that cock. You want it to be you or her?"
	Want to had nothing to do with it. Vinny looked at that big black
foot-long. He might as well be dead as let this guy butt-fuck him. Not
only would the pain be unbelievable, but his reputation would be
destroyed. Nobody had any respect for a guy that took it in the ass.
The disgrace would be worse than being dead.
	But the way Mr. Big put it, he would be dead with Vivian if he
said- OK fuck her, not me. It was a no win situation. Vinny had to
choose which way he wanted to lose. 
	"Me," Vinny choked out the word. "Let her go and I'll take her
place."
	"What a stand up guy," Mr. Big teased him, "If you'd been that
loyal to me, neither of you would be having this problem. But you can
relax your sphincter. You're off the hook. I want to see her get it."
	He nodded to Thomas.
	Thomas flashed a stereotypical grin of white teeth and climbed on
the bed. Vinny couldn't tell if Vivian knew what was coming. He guessed
she'd be finding out soon enough.
	The first six inches went in easy, stretching the loose hole only
a little. Then Thomas met resistance as he bored deeper.
	""Oh Christ! Please! What are you fucking me with!?" Vivian
screamed into bedclothes.
	Vinny felt her pain. Half the black stalk was still pointed at her
ass. He couldn't imagine how it would feel when it was all crammed into
her rectum. He watched with a mixture of horror and excitement as the
big black dick disappeared into his wife's ass.
	"No! No more!" Vivian begged as Thomas went deeper.
	But he gave her more- two thirds, three quarters, and then it was
all the way in Vivian's butt and she was giving out bursts of gibberish.
	"Now fuck the bitch," Mr. Big said with his eyes wide, "I want to
see her take it." 
	Thomas didn't mess around with pulling his cock all the way back
and fucking Vivian. Half his cock was more than enough to make Vivian
scream as he fucked her. The poor woman never got any relief from the
fullness of being stuffed with hard meat. When Thomas pulled back, he
left as much cock in her as Mr. Big had rammed in her at his most
ardent. Then he pushed forward and Vivian had more cock than her mind
or her ass could absorb.
	Thomas didn't care. He had a job to do and it seemed the more 
wounded Vivian sounded, the greater his urge to close in for the kill.
Mr. Big shared the enthusiasm for watching Vivian take the impossibly
huge hunk of cock.
	Vinny watched in horror. The excitement had died with a sickening
feeling as he saw the reality of his wife stuffed with the huge pecker.
It was an amazing sight, but Vinny was sympathizing with Vivian’s pain
as she took more cock than two women were designed for.
	"Look at that bitch take it!" Mr. Big gloated. "You think there
was that much room in her ass? I bet she won't be so tight now!"
	Thomas looked like he loved his work. His black butt shifted
around each time he slammed the rest of his cock into Vivian, sending
it in her ass at strange angles that made her howl. He seemed dedicated
to making as hard on her as he could.
	He proved Vinny's assumption when he wanted to cum. Thomas pulled
his  huge cock out of Vivian's ass and slapped her on the rear. Then he
popped the head back in her asshole.
	"Squeeze down, bitch! Squeeze down or I'll ram it back in until
you learn how," Thomas threatened her.
	Then he proceeded to fuck her asshole head-deep. As he
energetically took his shallow strokes, his cock would come out of her
grip from time to time with a pop followed by Vivian's yip as the cock
popped back into her asshole on the return thrust.
	He seemed to fuck her that way forever before lunging forward and
beginning to shake. It was a six-inch cum as Thomas started with a modest
penetration of Vivian's ass and then slid the rest of the way in as he
groaned and shot out his cum into her guts. 
	"Don't you just love to see 'em have a good time," Mr. Big taunted
Vinny.
	It was a little late for that kind of teasing. It wasn't pleasant
watching, but Vinny was more concerned with Vivian's well-being than
his standing right now. She was sobbing and moaning like a whore beat
with a coat hanger and there was still nothing he could do to help her.
	"Stick a rag up her ass so she doesn't get shit on the sofa and
bring her in the other room," Mr. Big said to Bruno.
	"We've still got a card game to finish," he said to Vinny.
	Vivian looked very uncomfortable sitting as Vinny and Mr. Big
took up their places at the table. Vinny found himself wondering if
her asshole was still open enough to take a Coke bottle or if she had 
closed down yet.
	It was a shitty thing to think, but it was nothing personal.
Vinny had never seen anyone so abused and he was curious about how
those things went. He was real sorry for Vivian, he just wondered.
	"You still got a long way to go," Mr. Big said and brought
Vinny's thoughts back to the table. "You know what?"
	"What?" Vinny asked obediently.
	"This poker thing is taking a long time," he started, "I'd like
to work out a new deal with you."
	Mr. Big was dangerous again. He could be bored with humiliating
Vinny and want to end it, or he could finally be getting to the point.
Then again, he could just be fucking with Vinny some more.
	"What's the deal?" Vinny asked cautiously.
	"I take your pile there and your women and we call it even," he
said, "You disappear and I never hear of you again. That a deal?"
	It was a good deal. Vinny escapes with his life and gets to 
start over. He thought about if for a minute. But he'd have to 
abandon a woman that had already sacrificed a lot for him. 
	It would be nice to say that he was too loyal to Vivian. That 
was part of it, but he realized he'd have to change his whole life.
Not having Mr. Big hear of him meant he was out of the families for 
good. He'd have to find a real job like all the other schmucks.
	"I don't like that," Vinny said, "I'd rather do whatever I've 
got to do to square this with you."
	"Even take a bullet?" Mr. Big threatened.
	"I've thought several times that I should have taken the bullet
rather than watch what I've had to watch," Vinny said, "I'd be stupid
to let that all be for nothing."  
	"Stupid isn't beyond you, Vinny," he reminded him. "Which reminds
me. You tried to cheat me on that last hand. I think you're going to 
pay for that now."
	More precisely, Vivian paid for that. Her expression was empty 
as Bruno walked over and pulled down his zipper in front of her.
She took out his cock obediently and paid Vinny's debt by sucking off
the bodyguard while Vinny played another hand.
	Vinny began to believe he deserved his penance. He had done a dumb
thing. Thinking he could cheat Mr. Big was stupid. He owed the man.
	After the next series of hands, he owed him almost the whole
$47,365.45 again. His mind was wandering. He kept looking at Vivian and
imagining how she felt after taking a thick foot of dick in her ass.
He kept seeing Thomas' dick disappearing between her cheeks. He couldn't
help it. It was an amazing sight and it was hot.
	"Your mind seems to be elsewhere," Mr. Big said. "Perhaps we should
take a break and have you tell us what's on your mind."
	Vinny didn't want the attention. He didn't think he should tell
Mr. Big the real reason he was distracted, but he couldn't think of a 
good enough lie. He didn't want to get tripped up.
	"I can't believe she took that whole dick," Vinny blurted out.
	"Quite a sight, isn't it?" Mr. Big smirked.
	"I mean fucking impossible, but there it was," Vinny said.
	"Kind of makes you see her in a new light, eh?" Mr. Big prompted.
	"Hell, yeah," Vinny said.
	"A real nice piece, just like some of the others," he said.
	"No man," Vinny corrected, "I can't believe she's going through
this for me after some of the things I've done. Makes me want to cry
and shit."
	"You sentimental little suck-ass loser!" Mr. Big was suddenly set
off, "You lose. I'm taking back all your money. But you deserve something
for being a pussy. Tell you what, I'll let your woman suck you off."
	Vinny’s ankles were still tied to the chair. Bruno gathered in
his arms and tied them behind him around the chair. Vivian crawled down
off the couch and began to open his pants.
	When she got his cock out, Mr. Big told Vinny-: the rest of the
story.
	"Now suck him real good because I want his last thought to be
pleasant," Mr. Big told Vivian.
	"I've decided to let you cum one last time," Mr. Big told Vinny.
"When you shoot off, Bruno shoots off. Bye, Vinny."
	It had all been a rotten joke. Mr. Big was going to keep Vivian
and put Vinny out for the garbage in nine pieces. The only thing he
could do about it was make his last blow-job last as long as he could.
	Bruno was helping that. The cold barrel against Vinny’s head gave
Vinny a big distraction. It took even Vivian's talented tongue longer
than usual to make his cock stiffen into hardness.
	Then the struggle began. Even dying retreated into the background
as his cock disappeared into Vivian's mouth. She had the knack of making
it feel like his whole cock was in her mouth when she slid her lips down
his shaft.
	She made her mouth a playground for his cock and her tongue. It
felt like her tongue was not rooted in her mouth as it curled around 
his cock while she sucked.
	The gun at his head couldn't compete with the magic Vivian was
performing in Vinny’s crotch. It felt so good. She retreated and made
her tongue circle the head of his cock like a car wash brush made of
flesh. Vinny was into nothing but the feel of her blow-job.
	He was reminded of the fatal conclusion awaiting him when Vivian
started to fuck his cock with her mouth. He was helpless to do anything
but strain to hold back as her lips went up and down on his cock faster
and faster.
	Vivian began to suck as she bobbed on his cock. It was deviously
pleasant torture. Ordinarily he would be arching up at her mouth, about
to unload his balls into her greedy cum-sucking mouth. Given his
situation, he was doing everything he could to fight the pleasure.
	She stopped for a moment and let her fingers trail over his balls
like spiders while her tongue lashed back and forth under his cock in
her mouth. It broke his concentration. Then she began in mid-bob to
suck again and her hand close firmly on his balls.
	Here I go, Vinny thought with a gasp. He scrunched his eyes tight
as he felt his balls twitch and the burn of his cum charging up his
cock. He braced for the bullet as he heard Vivian gulp as she swallowed
the cum spurting from his cock.
	He jumped when he heard the click. Then he heard laughter.
	Ha had to admit that there probably was a funny look on his face 
as he braced to die. He opened his eyes and even Vivian was laughing at
him, his cum seeping out the corner of her mouth.
	"Very good, my boy," Mr. Big gasped as he tried to control his
mirth, "Except that I can't trust you, I see you can be trusted."
	"Huh?" Vinny was clueless.
	"It was a test, stupid," Vivian told him.
	Now Vinny was getting mad.
	"Come on, Vinny, you know I couldn't trust you to tell the truth
unless you thought you were going to die," Mr. Big said, "I had to
arrange something to see what is really in your heart."
	"Then you're not going to kill me?" Vinny asked.
	Mr. Big shook his head, smiling.
	"Do I go back to making collections?" Vinny asked.
	Mr. Big shook his head again.
	"I'm afraid you screwed that up," he said, "I'll put you on a crew
and you'll do what your captain says."
	At least he was alive and he wouldn't have to look over his
shoulder for the rest of his short life. That left Vivian. Would she
stick with a bottom-feeder? She was used to the things he could give
her before.
	"What about you?" Vinny asked her, "You still want a soldier?"
	"I'm going to stick closer to you than ever before," she promised.
	It hadn't been pleasant to think he was going to die, but it 
struck Vinny that Vivian was the one badly used. She should get
something for that.
	"What about her?" Vinny challenged Mr. Big, "None of this was her
fault. All she did was be loyal. What are you going to give her for 
doing all that stuff she did?"
	"You mean taking that nasty big black cock in the ass?" Mr. Big
snickered, "Blowing everybody and fucking me? Don't you think that's its
own reward?"
	"You're an asshole!" Vinny accused.
	He didn't care if he got shot. That was no way to treat family. He
didn't care who knew it.
	"Oh shut up," Vivian said.
	She stood up and loomed over Vinny in the chair.
	"You want to know how it felt to get that big black rod up my
ass?" she paused, "Just as nice as the first time Tony let me fuck him."
	Vinny was shocked.
	"Yes, Vinny, while you were hatching plans I was letting Thomas
bury that bone in my ass," Vivian said. "And it's not the first time
Tony has boned me either."
	"Who do you think told me you were skimming?" Mr. Big asked. "How
did I know to the penny?"
	Vinny was blindsided. He looked up with hurt eyes.
	"Don't give me that look," Vivian scowled. "Like I hurt you. You
see what your stupid little scams got you? You see what they would have
got me if I wasn't smarter than you? My Vinny. You were moving up.
Tony had his eye on you. He still thinks you're good. That's the only
reason that gun wasn't loaded. And you throw it away. Your chances-
my chances. You think I hurt you?"
	Vinny thought she was going to spit on him. Here he thought she
was a stand-up broad. He guessed she was- for Tony.
	"She came up with the solution for me," Mr. Big said, "Meet your
new captain. Vivian assures me she can keep you in line."
	"I work for her?" Vinny was shocked.
	"It couldn't work out better," Mr. Big said. "I wish you hadn't
tried to be smart, but I think Vivian will be a better boss than you 
were and I'm glad I don't have to kill you. You know I've always liked
you. You've always had potential. I just wish I could trust you."
	"You can trust me- it was an error in judgment, it won't ever 
happen again," Vinny promised.
	Tony laughed. Vinny remembered trying to cold deck Tony when
he was playing for his life.
	"And if it does, I'll cut your cock off and watch you bleed to 
death," Vivian warned. "I'm not going to let you mess up my chances."
	Vinny knew she would. Worse, or better, he wouldn't get anything
past Vivian. Worse because his balls depended on never making the
smallest slip. He knew she could. Now he knew she would. Better because
Mr. Big knew it too and didn't have to kill him.
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