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    HARD MONEY - POC

	Harry Richards rummaged through the pile of miscellaneous 
material he had dumped onto the table from the kitchen 'junk' drawer
for the tenth time. The tenth search ended just as the first nine had, no
envelope. The pile of crap spread across the table contained everything 
else know to man including: Rubber bands, paper clips, facet washers, 
old keys that opened unknown or lost locks, miscellaneous screws, long 
forgotten insurance policies, paid bill receipts, operating instructions for 
the VCR and automatic sprinkler system. Everything but the envelope 
Harry so desperately needed.

	"Sally!" He yelled and waited for several seconds then not
hearing any response yelled again. "God damn it Sally! Get in 
here!"

	He was just about to go find her when his wife rushed into the
kitchen. Sally Richards at twenty six  was an exceptionally attractive
young woman with natural blonde shoulder length hair, a trim waist,
full breasts and hips, and long shapely legs.

"What's wrong John? Did you hurt yourself?" There was concern
in her voice having heard her husbands almost frantic shouting.

	"No I'm not hurt." He answered her. "I put a envelope with
two thousand dollars in the junk drawer last week. Where is it?"

	Sally noticed the contents from the junk drawer dumped out 
across the kitchen table and thought she may be in trouble.

	"I paid some bills." Her voice sounded casual but inside
she was nervous.

	"WHAT!" He yelled holding up his hands in disbelief.

	"I paid some bills. The electricity, phone, your car insurance,
the...."

	"WHAT!" He cut her off.

	"I found the envelope in the drawer and figured it was
just household money. I had to pay some bills. We were two months
behind on everything. They were going to turn the lights and the
phone off if I didn't catch up." She was still attempting to sound casual.

	"GOD DAMN IT!" She had never seen him quit so angry 
before. "GOD DAMN IT!" He repeated. "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU
THINK YOU ARE? JESUS CHRIST, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA 
WHAT YOU'VE DONE?"

	"Oh stop your yelling at me for Christ sake!" She raised her 
voice at him. "What was I supposed to do? Let them turn everything 
off?"

	"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE FUCKING
UTILITIES. I NEEDED THAT GOD DAMN MONEY!" His
voice was still well beyond a hundred decibels.

	"STOP YOUR GOD DAMN YELLING! How the hell was I
supposed to know it wasn't household money?" Her face flushed as
anger flared up in her.  

	"If it were household money I would have told you it was
household money!... FUCK! You probably just got me killed!" 
He jammed both of his hands up to his forehead in frustration and 
worry.

	"Oh stop exaggerating. I still have some of it left."

	He dropped his hands and looked at her. "How much?"

	"Around two hundred dollars."

	"TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS!" His voice raised again. 
"What the fuck good is two hundred dollars!"

	"Harry what's going on here? I've never seen you so upset."

	"I'll tell you what's going on here!  I needed that money to make
a payment to a loan shark. Without that money I'm dead!"

	"Loan shark? You never told me you got a loan."

	"Yeah I know. I didn't want to hear, 'I told you so' from you."
He sniveled the words 'I told you so'. 

	"Well," She shook her head. "I did tell you, right from the 
beginning, it was a bad idea to quit your job and dump all our savings 
into that damn sports bar."

	"Yeah! Yeah! You told me. But I still say the bar was a good
idea, it's just going to take a little more time to get established 
that's all."

	"A little more time!" Frustration had crept into her voice.
"It's been over two years now and we still don't have anything. I can't
pay bills, we eat spaghetti four night a week, I can't get my hair done,
they repossessed my car and the credit cards are all maxed out....How
much more time Harry? How much more time before we can live
like real people?" She waved her right arm with disappointment.

	"God damn it! I put everything I got into that place. The
least you could do is be a little more understanding."

	"I don't know how much more understanding I could be.
Remember, more than half the money in the savings was mine before
we got married. I call that pretty understanding!" 

	"Oh great! Bring that up again!" Then his voice lowered to
just above a whisper. "Aw shit. It doesn't matter anyway. Without
that money I'm screwed no matter how you look at it." His face lost
all its anger and was replaced by concern and underlying fear.

	Noticing the change in his facial expression Sally forgot all 
about the anger she had been feeling and became a little concerned 
herself. "What are you so afraid of Harry? It can't be all that bad."

	"Oh it's bad all right." He ran his left palm across his forehead.
"You don't know these guys. They play rough, and they play for keeps"

	"You mean the loan guys? How did you ever get mixed up with
people like that?" She asked, not fully understanding the meaning of 
what playing rough or playing for keeps was.

	"Six months ago the bar wasn't doing so well..... I didn't want
to say anything to you about it, and figured all it needed was a little 
remodeling to entice a ton of regulars into the place. You remember how 
run down all the chairs and stools were, and the carpet, it looked like it 
had more beer in it than the beer taps, and the pool tables, hell all three 
needed  recovering.....  well you know... At the time I didn't even have 
enough cash to restock liquor in the place.. So it was either get some 
money or go bankrupt and loose everything."

	He clamped his eyes shut and paused momentarily before 
continuing. "I couldn't stand the thought of loosing everything I'd....
...we'd worked so hard  for and I knew there wasn't a bank in the world 
that would give us a load, not with our credit.... Remember we tried a year
ago...well this guy in the bar told me about some people that lent hard 
money. He said hard money had a high interest rate attached but you don't 
need good credit to get it. So I looked up these people and borrowed twenty
grand expecting to have the load paid off within a year or so, in spite of a 
two thousand a month interest rate....."

	"Two thousand a month! For interest alone?" She interrupted him
not believing what he had just told her. "That'd be Forty two thousand
dollars you'd have to pay back in a year!"

	"I know." He replied. "But what choice did I have, besides I
figured the bar could carry it."

	"Carry two thousand plus principal..... The bar can't even carry
food onto our table. How in the hell did you ever think it could carry
that?"

	"I told you.... with remodeling and all....."

	"So did you remodel?" She asked.

	"Aw.. Yeah...But...a...Business still isn't up to its full potential yet....
but its only a matter of time."

	"Oh shit Harry! How in the hell could you?  So the money in the drawer
 was this months interest payment?"

	"It's a little worse that that I'm afraid......" He bit down on his left thumb
then started to rub his forehead again before continuing. "I haven't been able to
pay anything for the last two months, I didn't hear anything about it until last
week....." He seemed to get embarrassed but continued. "....then this guy, a real big
guy comes into the bar and tells me the place is closed and I'm to run off the few
customers in the place. I refused at first but he griped my wrist so tight I thought
he would break it in two... and.... he made it a point to show me he had a gun..."

	"A gun!" Sally was dumbfounded. This was sounding like stuff she would
see in a movie. This didn't sound at all like real life.

	"Swear to God.... A gun." He continued. "Sally I don't mind telling you I
was scared shit less. Well....After everyone else is gone he asked about the money
and I tell him I don't have it yet and he backhanded me across the face knocking
me clean across the bar. I was in a stupor but felt him grab me by the shirt and
pick me clean off the ground. I just hung there, in his left hand like a rag doll 
while he told me how much his boss don't like being stiffed and how welcher's 
are bad for business. He said if word got out about my not paying other customers 
might consider doing the same thing and then the boss would be out of business 
and he would be out of a job. I pleaded with him telling him I'd get the money 
and he told me he knew I would get it, but he was going to break an arm or a leg 
just as a reminder of my obligation. I begged some more promising to get the 
money and he jammed me down onto a bar stool, then without another word he took 
out his gun and used it to bust every bottle of booze I had behind the bar. He walked 
to where I was seated and put his face a inch away from mine and told me I had one 
week to come up with five grand, two months of payments and a grand late fee and 
if I didn't come up with it I'd never have to worry about it again because every now 
and again making an example of a Welcher was good for business. That was two
weeks ago I'm already a week late.....I haven't even opened the bar all last week
afraid they'd find me.....Look....." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a
roll of money. "This is three thousand dollars..... I was so scared of what they
would do to me I borrowed this from my brother. You know how desperate I must
have been to ask my brother for money.... this with the money in the drawer was
the five I needed.... But now......" His voice broke and he sobbed momentarily
then said. ....."Oh God! Honey.....I'm so scared..... I don't know what to do...
..There for real honey....Believe me there for real....." 

	He broke down and Sally moved to his side hugging him. "Let's go to
the police. People can't get away with stuff like this. Let's just go to the
police and tell them everything."

	"That won't do any good. What can they do? I don't have any evidence.
I've got nothing but my word." He sounded lost.

	"Okay." Sally said. "Then let's sell the bar and pay the bastards off. We
can tell them the bars up for sale and after its sold they'll get their money."

	"Don't you think I've thought of that? It's no good. With what we could
get out of the bar right now, we'd have a hard time just paying off the first and 
second on the place. There's no way to get an extra forty two thousand. Oh God!
I just don't know! Oh God! Oh God!" He buried his face between his hands
sobbing while Sally held him.

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 	An hour later Harry had calmed down a little. He looked over to Sally
and said. "We don't have a choice. I'll just have to ask Robert for another two
thousand. I'll beg him if I have too. I absolutely have to get the money."

	Sally shook her head. "Okay, but what about next month? And the
month after that? Oh Shit Harry! You really did it this time."

	"Damn it Sally!" His anger flared up again. "Don't you think I know?
All I care about right now is this month. I'll worry about next month when it
comes. It's bad enough I have to go beg Robert again, I don't need you reminding
me of how much of a fuck up I am!"

	"I know. I'm sorry. I won't do it again." She apologized.

	"Okay." He gave her a half hearted smile. "I'm going to go see Robert
now and maybe I can sleep tonight." He walked over to Sally and gave her a
small kiss on the lips. "See ya in a bit."

	She nodded and watched him walk out the door before going upstairs
to do a little sobbing herself.


	Harry had just unlocked his car door and was about to get in when he 
felt a vice like grip on his right shoulder. "Howdy Ace. Been looking for you. 
You haven't been trying to avoid me now have you?" The voice was that of the 
man that had threatened him at the bar and hearing it instantly turned his blood 
into ice water.

	The pain from his right shoulder would have been cause enough for 
making him unable to speak, his fright only added to the muteness.

	"Come on Ace." The voice told him. "Let's go inside where we can chat 
in private. Wouldn't want the neighbors to get any wrong impressions." The steel 
grip on his shoulder guided him toward the entry with the ease of an adult 
maneuvering a child. 

	Once inside the house the man released his grip then threw Harry toward 
the couch with such ferocity it almost tumbled backward. Harry sprawled where he
had been thrown rubbing his swollen shoulder.

	The man took a quick look around then looked down at Harry. 
"Anybody else in the house Ace?" He asked.

	Harry still had not found his voice and the man's gloved hand slapped 
him hard across the face. "I don't like asking twice Ace."

	"Harry swallowed several times then managed to say. "Just..... Just 
my wife. She... She must be upstairs."

	The big man nodded then doubling his right fist he brought down in a
wide arc smashing into the side of Harry's jaw. Harry's lower lip burst open 
spewing blood all over the front of his shirt before he fell sideways. The big man
took the front of Harry's shirt in his gloved right hand and yanked him upright, 
Then using his gloved left fist he pound into Harry's cheekbone almost instantly 
swelling and closing his right eye.

	Harry was at the verge of unconsciousness and in such shock he could not 
even cry out with pain from the beating he was taking. He saw but could not fully 
comprehend when the big man retrieved a stiletto from his pocket and flicked the 
button that released the thin, sharp deadly blade. 

	Sally thought she heard noises coming from below and made her way 
downstairs. She almost collapsed onto the floor in horror after discovering the
scene in the living room. A large man, at least six foot four or five stood just
to one side of her husband who sat awkwardly slumped on the edge of the couch. 
He was covered in blood and with blood his cheek was so badly swollen as to 
make his right eye all but invisible. She saw his lower lip was expanded too at
least three times it's normal size and was still spurring blood with each beat of
his heart.

      	Sally became oblivious to the big man and called out. "Harry! Oh God!
 Harry!" and ran to where her husband lay slumped and bleeding.

	She had just about reached him when the big man extended his right
arm knocking her backwards. She tumbled then found the big man standing 
directly in front of her  holding her shoulders and looking down. "Don't get 
mixed up in this little lady, me an Ace over there are just conducting some 
business."

	"THAT'S MY HUSBAND YOU BASTARD! WHAT HAVE YOU 
DONE TO HIM! LET ME GO!" She screamed and pounded at the big man's
chest with her small fists.

	The seconds the big man had spent with Sally gave Harry just enough
time to clear his head a little. Through his swollen lips he uttered. "Wait...Wait...
....I got your money. Here. Here look." Harry reached into his pocket and fished
out the bank roll tossing it onto the coffee table. The big man turned and picked
up the cash while Sally ran to Harry kneeling along side and took his head
into her arms. "Harry! Are you all right?"

	Harry did not have time to answer because the big man stepped forward
and said. "This ain't all the money. Where's the rest of it"

	"I...." Harry spit blood from his mouth then continued. "I was on my way
to get it when you came."

	"Yeah right!" The big man said sarcastically. "I'm really tired of you fucking 
with me Ace."

	"It's true." Harry pleaded. "I was going to borrow it from my brother. I
swear."

	"Fuck you Ace. With you it's always something. You've had all the time
your going to get." He started to move forward.

	Sally jumped up and said. "I have some more money. Wait I'll get it!"

	The big man stepped in front of her. "Where's it at?"

	"Right there." Sally pointed to her purse laying on the entry table. "In my 
purse."

	The big man retrieved the purse himself then walked back and dumped it's 
contents onto the coffee table. He searched through contents then opening her wallet
he pulled out some cash and quickly counted it. "This is only two hundred and twelve
dollars." 

	"That's all we have. I swear.  Take it please!" Sally had become even more 
frightened having noticed the knife in the big man's hand for the first time.  

	"Please...Please!" Harry pleated. " Just give me until tomorrow. I'll get the 
money from my brother I swear it!"

	The big man scratched the back of his head. "So. You want to buy so more
time. What the hell you going to pay me with? You told me you've already given me
all the money you have, so how you going buy extra time Ace?" He seemed to be 
thinking then continued. "Hmmmm......Well I guess you got one thing worth a little
time....The little lady there, she can buy you some time Ace."

	Harry attempted to pull himself off the couch. "No! You Bastard! No...!"

	The big man leaned forward slipping the stiletto under Harry's throat. "You
just sit there and enjoy the show quietly or I'll cut both your throats." He looked over
at Sally and said. "Come here little lady." and held out one of his gloved hands.

	Sally couldn't move petrified with the thought of what the big man was
going to do to her, then she was yanked by her arm to the center of the living room.

	"If you fight me little lady I'll stick old Ace over there three ways to fucking
 Sunday." He reached under her chin forcing her to look up at him. "Do you understand."

	Sally's eyes filled with tiers that flooded down both her cheeks then dropped
off her chin onto her sweat shirt.

	"Do you understand?" He repeated.

	Sally could only nod then felt his hand squeeze one of her breasts on the outside
of her sweat shirt. There was nothing she could do other than shake with fear while he
removed his gloves then slid one of his hands under her sweat shirt and kneaded her firm
bra less breasts with his hand. He lifted the bottom of her sweat shirt pulling it over her
head leaving her bare from the waist up.

	"Oh Man! You really got some nice titties there little girl." He took both of her 
breasts into his hands then looked toward Harry. "God Damn Ace. I would never have 
guessed the little lady had such big ass knockers as theses beauties." He vigorously massaged
both of her orbs then pinched each of her nipples causing Sally to flinch with pain. "What 
are they Ace 32's? 34's?  D size I bet, and their so fucking hard and firm."

	Harry watched the bastard fondle his wife's breasts as if she were some ten dollar
whore and remembering he was the cause his dear Sally was forced to suffer this humiliation
was more than he could take. Pushing aside as much pain and delirium as possible he
struggled to his feet and rushed the big man. He managed to maneuver around the coffee table
but was instantly driven backward over the table onto the couch when the big man swung
his fist into Harry's stomach with a viscous blow knocking all of the wind out of him.

	Harry couldn't catch his breath and it was if he was on fire from his groin up to his
chest. When breath finally came the air felt like electrical spears driving into his lungs. He
heard only the last part of a sentence spoken by the big man and knew he was talking to him.
"........... and fucking stay there."

	Through his one working eye he saw Sally twist in an attempt to come to his aid.
The big man gripped her left breast with such force Sally cried out in agony then was
yanked by the same breast back to the beast that held her. "Come back here cunt. I'm not
done with you." Now that she was positioned directly in front of him he looked down at her
and grinned. "Speaking of cunt, let me see yours." 

	A new supply of tiers found there way into Sally's eyes and all she could utter was.
"Please......Please....."

	"The only thing that going to please me right now is you taking off those jeans.
hurry up! Get um off or I'll cut um off!" He reached around and smacked her hard on the
rear.

	Sally's fingers felt numb and she found it difficult unfastening her jeans button, but
after several unsuccessful attempts it came free, more by luck than any skill. Her same numb
fingers slid down the zipper and she pushed the jeans downward. The big man stepped down
on the corner of each cuff and said. "Step out of um." Sally pulled her legs free of her jeans.
The big man used the sharp edged of his blade to cut away her silk panties allowing them
to fall to the ground.

	He looked down between her leg's and said. "Well I'll be God dammed Ace. Your
little wife is a real blond, look at that sweet little yellow patch." He reached down feeling her
mound allowing her soft pubic hairs to slide between his fingers. "Spread your legs. Let me
see that snatch." 

	Sally didn't move having become almost mentally comatose with fear and humiliation,
then she felt excruciating pain radiating from his hand on her mound as he squeezed harder
and harder to get her to do as he had demanded. His grip became intolerable and she moved
her legs apart opening herself to him. "That's better, give the little beaver some air." He
taunted her and slid his hand between her legs. She felt his rough hand slide back a forth across
her neither lips as he felt and probed every fold and crevice of her woman hood, then she almost 
fainted when she felt one of his fingers push up and into her most private and sacred place.

	Every attempt to block out the defilation that was taking placed to her body failed 
when she felt each new thrust of his finger as he defiled her. Her mental anguish became 
almost unbearable as he probed inside of her and was soon intensified when she was forced
to endure the indignity of his comments during the violation. "Oh sweet Jesus...you've
got a hot tight snatch." His breathing became more and more irregular with each thrust
of his finger. "Ohhhh.....Do you like it baby? Do you like having my finger up your hot
pussy? I can feel your hole getting wet. That's it honey.... lobe up that fuck slot."  

	"Ohh.. Shit!" He yanked his finger out of her hole and used his knife free hand to
frantically unfasten his pants and push them down to his ankles. His swollen shaft stood
stiff and throbbing in front of him. It was at least eight inches in length and very large in 
circumference. "Here," He said taking one of Sally's hands and placing it on his organ.
"take a hold of a real man's cock for a change." Sally wrapped her fingers around his 
shaft but held it stationary. "Pump it you fucking whore. It ain't every day you get a
hunk of hot meat like this between your fingers!"

	Sally moved her hand foreword and back stroking his manhood with very little
enthusiasm, then through the fog of her gray matter a tiny speck of a idea blossomed into
a thought, 'If she could jerk him off and get him to come maybe he wouldn't rape her.'
She began to jack him off in earnest, caressing his flesh with her hand as she pumped his
member. She used her other hand to lightly massage around the hole of his cock's head 
then moved it to gently kneaded his large balls then back to his cock's head once again.
 She continued this routine for several minutes then heard his breathing change from 
irregular to panting. When low moans of pleasure escaped past his lips she felt certain he 
was on the brink of a orgasm. She applied more attention to the hand that was stroking 
him in an effort to get him off when he pushed her hand away. "Put it in your mouth. 
Hurry up bitch! Suck on my cock!" He pushed down on the top of her head until her mouth 
was at the same level as his rod then he pulled her toward him. 

	Sally could offer little resistance and opened her mouth to take him in. His large
cock stretched her mouth to the point of her feeling discomfort along her jaw line. She
tasted his pre-cum on her tongue then felt him push in and out. He only remained in her
mouth for a minute or two then taking a step back he said. "Okay you little slut, it's show
time. Get your ass on your hands and knees, your about to get the best fucking of your life."
He turned her around and smacked her on the ass so hard she cried out and left five painful 
red finger imprints on her white flesh.

	Sally was now resolved to the fact that she was going to be raped. She dropped
down to her hands and knees and felt her legs being spread apart. When she felt the head
of his cock probing at the entrance of her vagina she turned her tier filled eyes over her
shoulder and looked at her rapist. "Please...." She pleated for one last time. "....Please
use some protection." 

	He looked at her and snickered. "Oh yeah. Protection. Sure." he answered as he
pushed his unsheathed flesh sword in her hole.

	Sally was not very wet and his member was so large she felt considerable 
discomfort as he pushed into her. "Now that's a fucking cock huh baby." She heard him
say then she felt both of his hands on her hips to give him leverage to force more of his
thick stick into her. Soon she felt completely filled with him and could feel his course
pubic hairs pressing against the tender flesh of her ass cheeks. Feeling his grip on her
hips tighten he began to pump in and out, thrusting his rod to the hilt on every in
stroke which causing his large balls to slap in contact with her clit to the rhythm of
his fucking. "Now this is the way a bitch like you want's to be fucked. Hard and fast. 
Ride um cowboy." He slapped her several times on the ass.

	After five or six minuets, but what seemed an eternity to Sally she felt him 
lean over her body pressing his weight on her back. He reached under her taking each
of breasts into his hands squeezing them, then she heard him telling her. "Aaaa...Yeah,
this it you little whore. I'm going to fill your cunt with hot cum.....Ohooo...Yeah...
Aaaaa....Aaaaa." She felt his cock bucking against her flesh then the unmistakable 
wetness of orgasmic semen as he unloaded his balls inside of her.

	The hole in his cock's head ejected love milk time and time again. Sally felt
he must have a never ending supply stored in his balls because he just continued 
pounding into her filling her with more and more of his cum with every thrust. She
was aware of how sore her breasts had become from his constant squeezing 
throughout his orgasm, then he was done and mercifully extracted his tool from her
love hole.

	He stood then slapped her painfully on the ass once again causing her to fall
to her stomach onto the carpet. The big man pulled up his pants and stepped over
sally so he could face her. He kneeled down and lifted her chin with his hand. "Your
a good fuck honey. Don't you let anyone tell you different. No sir. Your one fine little
piece of ass."

	Sally didn't answer him her concern now was for Harry. She struggled up to
her hands and knees inching her way toward the couch.

	The big man picked up the knife and watched Sally's slow progress with
amusement. "Worried about old Ace are ya. He'll be just fine in a day or two. He
passed out just after you started giving me a blow job. I don't know if it was the 
beating or watching you suck my cock that got to him, but either way I'm sure
it was best for him.

	The big man walked to the door but before leaving he turned toward Sally
and said. "You tell Ace there when he wakes up that your pussy bought him another
week after that I expect three thousand dollars. You also tell him if I don't get it, next
time I may have him suck my cock then get fucked in the ass while you watch. You
tell him honey. You be sure and tell him." He grabbed his crouch with one hand and
shook it up and down. "God damn. I'd better get out of here. Just looking at your
blonde pussy and big tits is getting the old Johnson hard again. I'd better leave
before he talks me into an encore." With that he opened the door and left.

	Sally could see that Harry's breathing was regular and became less concerned
over him. She dropped her head onto his thigh and cried herself to sleep. If she hadn't
fallen asleep she would have screamed herself mad.


END OF CHAPTER ONE - Additional chapters by request.