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HARD MONEY - CHAPTER ONE - THE VIOLATION
BY 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 known 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 loan, 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 loan 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. " And even if I could pay it back today,
I'd still have to pay a full forty thousand. 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. "....thenthis 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 wouldsee 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.....Their.. for real honey....Believe me their 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 thepolice 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.
Harry 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!
My 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 to God!"
"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 wasgoing 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 tears 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 finished with
you yet!" Now that she was positioned directly in front of him he
looked down at her and grinned. "Speaking of cunt's, let's have a little
look see at yours."
A new supply of tears 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 Honey."
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
silently 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 the 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 nether 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.... lube up that hot 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 an 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 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, I'm going
to take you from behind and 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 tear 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 into her hole.
Sally was not very wet and his member was so large she felt a
considerable amount of discomfort as he pushed into her. "Now that's
a fucking cock huh baby, ain't it! Bet you never felt a hunk 'o' meat
like this up your snatch before...Aaaa..!" 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 onto her back. He
reached under her taking each of her breasts into his hands squeezing
them, then she heard him telling her. "Aaaa...Yeah, this is it you little
whore. I'm going to fill your cunt with hot cum.....Ohooo...Yeah...Feel
it?...Huh?.... 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 up 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! A
real good fuck! Don't you let anyone tell you any 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.
HARD MONEY - CHAPTER TWO - ANOTHER LOAN
BY POC
Sally didn't have time for self pity following her rape. Harry
required her full attention and she could not afford the luxury or peace
of mind assured her by blanketing all pain and feelings deep inside a
shell far away from any coherent thoughts.
How she longed to enfold herself inside a shroud of insanity,
freeing her from the nightmare of reality, that remaining conscious
posed. Yes, Harry needed her and she would remain strong, but the
nights. Oh dear God! The nights. The night brought with it the
reliving, in tortuous minute detail the racking physical pain of her
breasts, brought on by unwanted hands as they squeezed and wrenched
them, the abhorrent feeling of a unsolicited penetration into her
woman hood previously reserved for the sharing of love, the loathsome
sensation of bodily fluids pumping and filling her insides to satisfy
nothing more than a vile animalistic lust from someone not caring or
giving anything of themselves.
She remembered something she had heard once, "Anything
that doesn't kill you will only make you stronger," and she used that as
a mental crutch helping to maintain both her sanity and will.
She now knew beyond any doubt, gained out of first hand
knowledge, that no woman, regardless of whom, nor where she was
ever "asked for it," that no woman could derive any pleasure, however
small, from being raped, that no man, even one that proclaimed his
love, would ever truly understand how precious a gift, when a woman
offers herself to him. She also understood that as abhorrent is the
physical act of rape, it is the mental rape that raves as the prince of
darkness forever in the minds of it's victims.
The beating Harry had received from the big man turned out
to be more severe than he had initially presumed. His convalescents
was a slow , painful one accompanied by his jaw continuing to swell to
the point of not even having the ability to speak or take in any solid
foods. His mid-section had turned several different shades of blues and
purples in addition had become so painful he was compelled to remain
bed ridden. Sally feed him soups and liquids through a straw, bathed
and cleaned him, and saw to it got to the bathroom to relieve himself.
Three days following the beating Harry was finally able to
communicate, he felt a deep reluctance about asking Sally what had
occurred after he had passed out for several reasons. The telling
wouldd surely be painful for Sally but it might even be detrimental if
she had somehow put it out of mind. Perhaps deep inside he really
didn't want to know details......or conceivably it was more that he was
afraid to know details, and that in the knowing would disallow any
ability to block it from his mind as though it never happened.
But it had happened, and he was solely responsible. He had
been the one to call for the flute, yet it was Sally, innocent of any miss
doing herself that had been forced to pay the piper. The price had been
high for his mistake, perhaps even one of the highest prices a woman
could pay. The cost for his failure as a man was her self dignity, her
pride, her woman hood, and the legal tender had been her body!
The over powering guilt he felt compelled him to demand
she share with him everything that had taken place if for no other
reason than he might share in her suffering, that he feel some of the
humiliation and pain she had endured, that he alone be the one to
carry the burden of guilt if that were possible.
During the days of Harry's rehabilitation Sally gained a new
outlook, or was it insight of her husband. She saw now that even
though he was almost ten years older than her he had never really
grown up. His purchase of the sports bar was the unreasoning act of a
boy fulfilling a pipe dream. His inability to understand or control
finances only confirmed this immaturity, and the act of doing anything
to hang on to the bar without regard to how much of a financial
disaster it was, is akin to the behavior of a child unwilling to give up a
favorite toy.
This new insight told Sally that he was incapable of getting
himself out of the mess he had gotten them into, and she would have
to take on the responsibility herself. She felt if it were in his hands he
would certainly get himself if not both of them killed in the process.
She also felt that Harry was ill-equipped to handle the details
of her rape, and when he asked her to tell him about it she made every
attempt to sound casual and unattached even though inside she wanted
to scream out loud until all the hurt went away. So she told him that
the big man was not such a big man after all, that after only a few
minutes of attention to his member by her hand he had lost his wad
and was finished for the day.
She didn't tell him the big man had forced her to take his
cock into her mouth, then had mounted her from behind like a dog
would mount a bitch, and rammed his swollen tool into her un-
lubricated hole scraping raw the tender flesh inside her vagina.
No! She didn't tell him how she had suffered while he
pounded and rammed and drove into her, forced to listen to him
telling her how tight and hot she was, squeezing and pinching her
breasts without the slightest regard for how much pain he inflected on
her, then enduring his orgasm and experience of him filling her with
his cum, spurt after unending spurt, and finally when he was done
using her body, he told her, "Your a good fuck little lady. Your a
great piece of ass." No she didn't tell Harry these things, not these
things, and even if Harry had been awake when she was forced to suck
the big man's cock he never once mentioned it to her and seemed to
accept the facts as she told them to him.
Having found the ability to tell a condensed version of the
rape without slipping back into the guilt, fear and shame of what really
had taken place seemed to ease the pain, and something eveery woman
is inherently awareof, but rarely dwells upon, uses, or even talks about
in earnest, came to her with acute clarity; Every heterosexual male, no
matter who they are, has an almost uncontrollable appetite to stick his
hardened manhood between a females legs and fill her with sperm.
Yes, woman understand this, but hardly ever does any "descent"
woman take full advantage. There are those that have made a
profession out of it, calling it prostitution, and a few others have used
it to influence or enhance their careers, but seldom will you find a
house wife use it to full advantage.
Men take incredible pleasure in ejaculating inside a woman's
mouth,yet a wife infrequently affords him the opportunity. Men desire
to impel their thick shafts into every orifice on a woman's body, her
vagina, her mouth, her anus, between her breasts, in her hands,
anyplace capable of sheathing his flesh sword so he can pump hot
liquid from his balls filling her and relieving his need. A lot of men
are willing to do any number of things if they are made to believe it
will allow them to dip their wick, and if the woman leading them to
that belief happens to be an exceptionally attractive woman, in a lot of
cases the little head between a mans legs does most of the thinking for
him.
With this acute clarity came a feeling of power and Sally
knew she was a exceptionally attractive woman and if needed she now
understood, after what the big man had done to her, she could and
would use that power even if it meant giving men what they so
desired. No man would ever violate her body the way the big man had
done ever again, but she could use her body to prey on their weakness
if it suited her plans.
Sally looked down at Harry laying in bed and knew she still
loved him even though some of the respect she once held for him was
gone or at least had turned to pity and said. "I've got some bad news. I
called your brother and somewhat explained how desperately we
needed an additional loan, and he told me it would take him a few
weeks to even come up with a couple of thousand. He'd have to apply
for a loan or something to get it..... He just doesn't have any more."
Harry attempted to sit up but the pain across his mid-section
was to great and he slumped back down. "Fuck.....What the hell am I
going to do now? I was counting on him. Shit!"
Sally took his hand a squeezed it. "Don't worry I'll get some
money. Besides like I told you before, we need to get the entire loan
paid off. Even if your brother had come up with some more money we
would have been screwed next month anyway."
"Come on Sally, be realistic where in the hell are you going to
come up with forty grand?"
"I'm going to talk to Symore about giving me a loan."
"Symore!" He couldn't believe it. "You can't mean the same
Symore that owns the book store. Hell Sally, you only work for him
part time. What in the hell makes you think he'll give you a loan?"
"He doesn't just own one book store, he owns several of them
all across town, he's got lot's of money and he's always liked me."
"Likes you? Come on, how many time's have you told me he's
nothing but a slimy fat pig who's always hitting on you. What was it...
not six months ago he threatened to fire you unless you went to bed
with him. Remember, I was going to go down and kick the shit out of
him and you stopped me because you'd already taken care of the
problem by threatening to file a harassment charge on him which you
could substantiate with some store patron that had witnessed it. Shit
honey, after that the only reason you even stayed working there was to
annoy him. So I ask again. What makes you think he'll give you a
loan?"
"Because," She answered confidently. "He's still very attracted
to me and if I play him right he'll give me the money. Anyway there's
nothing to lose by asking."
"I guess." He replied. "Play him right huh."
"Play him right." She repeated, then to herself she thought. If
all else fails..... I've got something between my legs he want's very
badly. She knew her pussy wasn't worth any forty grand, but she felt
certain it was at least worth the giving of a loan if he felt confident
enough that the money would be repaid.
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After making sure Harry had water by the bedside then
helping him relieve himself, Sally dressed in a knee length silk skirt
and coordinated blouse.
Examining herself in the mirror, Sally removed her bra and
left the top three buttons of her blouse unfastened with the effect of
displaying a large amount of cleavage between her ample breasts in
plane view of anyone that cared to look. Sally winked at herself in the
mirror and knew most men would definitely care to look.
Sally stepped into the book store and looked around for
Symore. Atfirst she didn't see him disappointedly thinking he must be
in one of the otherstores and was about to leave when he stepped out
from behind several cardboard shipping boxes containing new book
arrivals.
Symore looked up and after spotting Sally moved his three
hundred pound hulk toward her.
"Well Mrs. Richards! Now nice of you to show up! I certainly
hope we haven't inconvenienced you in any way!" He called
sarcastically from across the store as he approached her.
"As I recall." He continued. "you were scheduled to work
yesterday, but obviously...." After his large frame had crossed about
half the distance between himself and Sally he finally noticed the
extraordinary amount of exposed breast which causing him to stop
dead in his tracks and even stumble over his words.
Sally watched him with amusement as he swallowed causing
numerous ripple effects along his second, third and forth chins, then
he gained some composure and continued toward her his eyes never
once wavering away from Sally's chest.
"Aaaa...as I was saying Mrs. Richards, I'm afraid not showing
up for work is just cause for termination, therefore consider yourself
fired!"
Sally had anticipated his reaction. Ever since her threat with
the sexual harassment claim he was just looking for a legitimate
excuse to terminate her.
"Oh Symore." She smiled down at him. At five foot two he
was just aboutas wide as he was tall, then continued. "Don't get your
knickers all bundled ina knot. I'm sorry about yesterday, but it was
unavoidable. But let's forget that for now. I would like to propose a
business deal that would help me and get you a good return on your
investment."
"I don't really think......" He said still mesmerize by Sally's
cleavage.
Sally interrupted him. "Your a business man Symore, and
every good business man knows it never hurts to listen to a deal, you
can always say no."
"Well I don't know." He was torn between his desire to fire
her and his desire to remain looking at her magnificent breasts.
"Come on." Sally said gleefully. "Let's go to the office, I'll
explain the deal and if you don't like it you can always say no and fire
me then. What do ya say?"
"Okay Sally." He used her first name. "But it's not going to
make any difference."
She followed him to the small door less cubical he used as an
office. Once inside he dropped his large bulk into the chair behind his
desk.
Sally removed some paper's from her handbag then leaning
across one corner of the desk so that the ninety degree angle of the
corner pressing against the soft silk material of her skirt drove it
between her legs and outlined perfectly the shape and form of her
pussy mound. Her leaning also had the secondary effect of allowing
her blouse to droop just enough that good old Symore could catch a
better view of her breasts if he were so inclined.
Symore was inclined and Sally would have sworn she saw a
drip of saliva from at the corner of his mouth while blatantly staring at
her breasts.
She allowed him to get his eyes full then dropped the papers
onto the desk in front of him and leaned back making sure her mound
remained defined by the desks edge. His eyes focused between her legs
taking in the smooth contour of silk pressing so tightly across her
woman hood even the thin line of her slit was visible.
Again she allowed him enough time for the little head to start
doing most of the thinking before saying. "I need a loan to get me and
my husbands business off the ground. The papers I brought in are the
mortgage documents to the 'Goal line' sports bar and our liqueur
license ownership papers. Now I figure I'll need around forty five
thousand to get things going. I'll pay back the loan at fifteen percent
interest per month plus three thousand a month against the principal.
As collateral my husband and I will sign over a second trust deed to
you towards the bar as well as signing over our liquor license, which
you will lease back to us. As I'm sure your aware that liquor license
can easily be sold anywhere in this state for at least a hundred
thousand, so if for any reason what so ever, we don't pay, you get mad
at us, anything you've netted a cool fifty five thousand no questions
asked. So what do you say?"
Now Sally knew the bar already had a second and a third
against it and that Liqueur licenses were no longer negotiable in this
state but she didn't think that Symore's little head knew that.
Symore found it difficult pulling his eyes away from the most
flawlessly shaped pussy he had ever seen but somehow managed it and
looked up into Sally's perfect face. "I....I.....don't know forty five
thousand...that's a lot of money....I'll have to talk to...."
"Symore," Sally gave him her most sensuous smile.
"Sometimes the language of subtlety can be lost so let me make it
clear," She reached across the desk and squeezed his hand. "I could
really show you my gratitude for this loan." She wet her lips with the
tip of her tongue.
Symore became even more flustered. "I.... well.... I can have
my lawyer look it over... and... " He smacked his lips together, letting
his eyes wander back to the corner of the desk. "and.... if its okay he
can draw up the paper's..... I guess."
"Well I sure don't need any old lawyer papers Symore, I trust
you completely, and even if you didn't trust little old me you've always
got the liquor license as insurance, besides if you got your lawyer
involved wouldn't he have to tell your wife? She pursed her lips up
slurring her words a little.
"I don't know. This is all so irregular." Sweat started to form
across his forehead.
"Well," She pursed her lips looking sad. "I guess if her old
friend Symore doesn't want to earn a profit little Sally will just have to
offer the deal..... The whole deal, to someone with a better since of
business." She placed emphasis on the words "the whole deal."
She turned away quickly using her left arm to slide back part
of her blouse and allowed her left breast to pop free. She looked down
at it and said. "Oh my! Would you look at that! One of Sally's bad
little titties seems to have jumped out. Come here you bad little girl."
Cupping the bottom of her breast in her left hand she used her right
hand to spank it several times. "Bad girl! Bad! bad girl!" She said as
she slapped it. "Now you get back in there and be a good little tittie!"
Symore was transfixed. He had dreamed of seeing Sally's tits
for so long this was like a wish come true and even more amazing was
the fact that even in those dreams he had not visualized how beautiful
and milky white...and firm...and big... her tits really were. He could
not have imagined how perfectly shaped and light colored her
aureole's were. His mind captured the mental pictures he had created
of her pussy and he now knew it would be even sexier, and hotter, and
tighter and wetter than all those mental pictures he had conceived of
her completely nude so he could jack off while imagining he was
fucking her or she sucking him. Any doubts he may have had about
what she had meant with "show her gratitude" was gone.
Symore's little head took control of his jaw muscles and his
mouth said. "Wait! Let me look over theses papers...Ah Yes. I am
familiar with liquor licenses and I see both you and your husband have
signed it as well as a promissory note for the property..... yes, this
looks like a sound investment to me. Very well we have a deal." He
held out one of his pudgy hands.
Sally placed her small hand in his meaty moist one. He pulled
her gently toward him. "Let me.... Let me see your tits. Please!"
"Symore! You naughty boy!" She laughed. "Not until after I
get the loan, after all I've trusted you with my signed papers."
Symore swallowed hard several times then said. "This is just
a loan? Right? I mean you do intend on paying it back. Right!"
"Of course I'll pay it back. It just a business deal among
friends. Don't worry Symore its like cash in the bank."
"Yeah.... Right." He wrung his hands together then turning
around he leaned over and twisted the dial on a floor safe. Sitting back
up he placed a wrapped bundle of money onto the desk. "All I have in
cash is twelve thousand but I'll write a check for the balance."
Sally nodded.
He retrieved a small checkbook that seemed to be well hidden
inside one of the desks bottom drawers and began filling it out. While
he wrote he said. "Should I make this out to Sally Robertson?"
"That'll be fine." She answered.
He handed her the check and said. "This is drawn against my
own personal checking account not the business or home account. My
wife doesn't understand investments."
"No problem Symore." She said placing the check into her
handbag then reached for the cash, but Symore pulled it away. "First
you've got to show me some of that appreciation." He looked around
nervously before saying. "Now.... Now show them to me."
Sally undid the last three buttons on her blouse then held it
open exposing her breasts to the short fat man with perspiration
covering his forehead.
"Oh!.. Oh their so beautiful." He reached out and squeezed
one of them with his moist palm. "Oh...Oh..."
He gulped down a mouthful of air then said. "Let me.... I've
got to see... your... your.... pussy."
"Oh Symore you little devil. I told you I'd show you my
appreciation, and I will, but not here. There isn't even a door on the
office. What if Nancy were to walk in?"
"Nancy isn't working today and if someone comes in the store
we'll hear the bell."
"Oh all right if you insist." She reached under her skirt and
slipped down her panties then raised her skirt up around her waist
exposing herself to him.
He looked at the silky patch of blonde hair growing on the
most faultless pussy he had ever seen. "Oh moma.... Oh moma" He
repeated then reached across the desk gently feeling her mound. "I
can't believe it.. Oh..I just can't believe it..."
"I've got to have you.... I've just got to have you.... If.... If you
don't... I'll stop payment on that check.... I've just got to have you." He
was completely out of control.
"Not here you silly boy. But don't worry, I promise to give you
all the pussy you can handle. But you look so wound up I'll give you a
little something to tide you over." She came around the desk and
dropped to her knees. Then unfastening his pants she pulled his short
fat cock through the slit in his boxer shorts. Using her tongue she
flicked at the hole in his cock head several times then drew the head
into her mouth.
Symore exploded immediately. Sally was so surprised at his
quick orgasm she had a mouth full of cum before her lips got past the
head of his cock.
She stood up and opened her mouth showing him the cream
pumped from his balls, then deliberately made a spectacle of
swallowing and licking her lips in front of him. He stood as if
mesmerized by Merlin himself.
"Oh my! You really must have been excited. I hardly had
time to get your big hard cock in my mouth before you came. I guess
you liked it so I'll be sure and suck down your wad again you nasty
boy, but your big thing really got me excited too. It almost pulled my
jaw out of place, so before I suck your hunk of meat again you've got to
promise you'll fuck me, I just can't wait to feel your stiff dick pounding
inside my little itty bitty pussy. Promise my now. Promise you'll fuck
me first." She was enjoying watching his facial expressions while she
uttered as much profanity she could think of.
He just nodded, again, and again, and again.
Sally held out her hand and he placed the money in it without
saying a word.
Sally pulled up her panties and left the store quickly. She
wanted to make it to the bank before his big head started doing the
thinking.
She was feeling good about how things had gone and phase
one of her plan was accomplished.
HARD MONEY - CHAPTER 3 - APPROVAL
BY POC
After cashing Symore's check at the bank, which took the
better part of an hour and a half, because of the large amount and the
fact the Sally had requested all cash she drove home to check on
Harry.
She found Harry sitting up in bed and looking much better
than earlier in the day. "How you feeling honey?" She asked him, and
she did really care how he was. She set the bag of money on the
dresser.
"Oh, better, I guess." He didn't sound better.
"You look a lot better. Been able to get up at all?" She
stepped to the side of the bed and gave him a peck on his un-swollen
cheek.
He offered her a weak smile and answered. "Yeah. Hell, I can
even take a piss all by my self. Aren't I a big boy now?" Sally detected
a lot of sarcasm and self pity in his voice.
"What's wrong Harry? I mean, besides having the shit kicked
out of you, then being forced to watch your wife strip necked in front
of a total stranger and jerk him off, who incidentally happened to be
the same guy that cleaned your clock, and let's see.... Oh yeah... lest
we forget, you owe forty thousand to the mob, we wouldn't want to
forget that now do we. Well, Harry is that about it.... Is that why my
little Pookie is all upset... hum?"
"God damn it Sally, I.....!" He started to yell.
"God damn it Sally nothing Harry!" She yelled back. "Stop
feeling sorry for yourself. Do you think this has been a fucking hay
ride for me? Deal with it Harry! It all happened! It fucking happened
and there's nothing we can do about it now! So if you can take a piss
by yourself you can get your sorry ass out of that bed and start acting
like a man......"
She was going to continue chastising him until she saw him
bury his swollen face between his hands and his whole body start to
shake with violent sobbing.
Sally sat down on the edge of the bed and cradled him in her
arms. "Oh Harry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm so very sorry." She
tried to comfort him.
In between sobs he said. "Oh Sally..... That's just it.... What
kind of a man let's his wife get raped in front of him..... I'm not a man!
I'm... I'm a.... a fucking..... fucking ...... God I don't know what I am!"
"Harry. Harry. Harry." She pulled him tighter to herself.
"Your a kind wonderful man. Do you think the measure of a man is
someone that can beat somebody else up, or can force a woman to have
sex with him? That's not a man Harry. Every animal on God's good
earth, from the smallest Nat to the largest elephant has the ability to
get a hard on and ram it into the female of the species. No Harry that's
not a real man.... Your a real man Harry, one that has the guts to deal
with every day life. To pay taxes, to pledge love and care about
someone besides yourself. Yes Harry your the real man and..... your
the best lover a woman could ever want. When you take me to bed it
feels special and wonderful. You understand a woman's needs, you
take the time to press every sexual button on by body sending electrical
sparks across all my erotic zones allowing me to feel like a woman,
and allowing me to enjoy being a woman not just some hole for storing
sperm. Every man has a cock Harry, any every man can fuck with it,
but only the best of men understand the real sex organ is the mind and
not that thing that hangs between their legs. I love you Harry and I
need you to get strong because I want to keep you as a friend and as a
lover." She pulled his hands away from his face then kissed him ever
so gently on his swollen mouth.
"Oh God Sally, I love you so much. I don't want to loose you.
I was so afraid you'd hate me, because.... because I couldn't do
anything about what happened to you and I'm such a fuck up with the
bar and everything else.... I just laid here thinking about how much of
a looser I am and wondering why someone like you would even want
to stay with me. I even stopped worrying about what would happen to
me if I couldn't pay back the money, my only concern was how to
make sure you didn't get hurt again."
"It's okay Harry. I got the money."
"What!"
"I said I've got the money. Symore gave me the loan."
"I can't believe it." He was genuinely shocked. "That's good.
Isn't it?" The last was a question.
"Yes. That's good. We'll get out of this mess then make a
fresh start of it. The money's over there in the bag." She pointed out
the paper sack the bank had given her to carry the large amount of
cash in.
"Wow! I still don't believe it. Your really something. You
know that." She had made him feel a little better about himself and it
had nothing at all to do with her getting the money, it was because she
still loved him.
"I'm something all right." She joked. "I'm not quite sure what,
but I'm something. Well I've still got a lot to do today yet, so you just
relax and take it easy. I'll be back later this afternoon."
He was confused. "What is it you have to do? Shouldn't we go
and pay off those blood suckers?"
"Well, I wanted to restock the bar and get it ready for a grand
opening under new management, and as for paying the loan, I'm sure
they'll come to us. We'll just wait." She had a plan but thought it best
not to say anything to Harry.
"Wait a minute Sally. What do you mean new management"?
"I mean me silly. After all I'm a full partner. It's about time I
started acting like one."
"Oh. Okay." He liked the idea of Sally taking an interest in
the bar. "But about the loan.... I don't want anything..... anything else
happening to you. I don't know what I'd do. I really don't want the
bastard in this house again."
"It'll be all right. Don't worry about it. Nothing else is going
to happen to me. I know what I'm doing." She sounded, and was
confident.
Over the next three days Sally used some of the extra five
thousand dollars she had gotten from Symore to restock the bar, pay
the satellite bill and order additional television channel services so
each of the five monitors could be tuned to a different sports event,
then she put up signs announcing the clubs opening under new
management. She also spent several hundreds of dollars purchasing an
assortment of specialty items from a local sex shop and six hundred
dollars on a 9MM unregistered automatic.
The day the bar was to re-open Harry's face had healed
enough that he wouldn't scare away any customers so he decided to
help Sally with the opening. He was a bit skeptical when he first saw
Sally dress herself in jeans and a San Diego Chargers football jersey at
least three sizes too small. "Christ honey." He commented. "Why not
just go naked? Your nipples are about to punch holes through that
jersey and even if I hadn't ever seen you undressed, I'd know what all
your private parts looked like dressed in those jeans. They leave
nothing to the imagination."
"Yeah I know. Great isn't it?" She commented. "If you want
hot water, you don't turn on the cold tap."
The opening went extremely well and by the weekend Sally
was forced to hire a young good looking girl, named Tonya to help
waitress in order to manage the crowd the new 'Goal line sports bar'
under new management was bringing in.
The new girl using Sally as a roll model, dressed herself
appropriately and both women were taking in fifty to a hundred dollars
a day in tips alone. Naturally they suffered the occasional pinch or slap
on the ass, and the constant peeking down their jersey tops by
customers with the hope of catching a glimpse of a breast or two when
they leaned over to serve beer or drinks. Both lady's hoped their
exaggerated leaning wasn't too very obvious, they knew a sneak peek
was generally much more exciting to a man.
By Thursday of the following week the bar was in full swing
and showing very good profit. Harry would have been as happy as two
lovers 'punting on the themes' if it were not for worrying over why
nobody had shown up to collect the loan money. It was well past the
extra time he had been given.... or rather, that Sally had bought for
him and he was extremely nervous, but every time he talked to Sally
about it she merely remarked. "Don't worry about it. I've got it
covered." Christ! he wished he knew what she meant by that, but she
had been handling everything else so well while he had wallowed in
self pity he didn't feel it his place to demand an explanation. He knew
she hadn't paid the loan off because the money was still hidden where
Sally had put it, but curiously enough Sally had gotten the address of
the loan office, (if you could call it a loan office) from him.
That morning he discussed with Sally the possibility of her
opening the bar by herself so he could take some of the profit the bar
had made and re-pay the money his brother had lent him. Sally
thought it was a splendid idea, knowing it would boost Harry's ego
paying back his brother, and it wouldn't be that busy in the morning
that she and Tonya couldn't handle both tending bar and waitressing.
Sally opened the bar at ten that morning and Tonya came in
an hour later to start her shift.
At eleven thirty the big man walked in.
When Sally saw the man that had raped and tormented her
walk in she lost all the self confidence she'd previously displayed to
her husband and convinced herself she had, it was replaced with cold
sharp fear and hatred. He was not supposed to show up here. That was
not how she had planned it.
She watched the big man take a seat at the far end of the bar
then felt a momentary spear of panic when he used his index finger to
call her over to him.
Bottling up and attempting to mask a fright much greater
than any child had embraced of creatures hidden under their beds at
night, she went to where he sat.
"Old Ace is fucking with me again little lady. I told you what
I'd do to him if he ever fucked with me again."
"No.... No we have your money.... All of it not just the
payment. The full forty thousand. We've just been waiting for you to
pick it up."
"Okay. So where's it?" He asked.
"We'll have the money at home, you can pick it up tonight at
the house."
"Old Ace ain't at the house I've just come from there. Where
is good old Ace?"
"I know... You don't think we'd leave that much money just
laying around do you? Harry's getting it now. You'll have it tonight."
He snickered a little. "You know you two sure are a trip. A
fucking trip. Always fucking with me." Then in a much lower tone he
said. "If I don't have that money in my hands tonight I'm going to fuck
good old Ace up the ass, rip his heart out then fuck the hole in his
chest!"
Sally did not reply.
The big man looked across the bar at Sally. "By the way, you
sure do look hot. God Damn! If your nipples were any bigger or harder
they'd stretch that material tighter than a bull's ass at fly time." He
leaned over the bar looking down. "Shit! I can see your little pussy
crack and lips in them jeans too."
"Tonight... Come by tonight." She was attempting to change
the subject.
"You can bet that firm little ass of yours I'll come by tonight.
But for now let's go in the back room so we can discuss the details."
Her heart started to pound. "There's nothing to discuss. Just
come by and pick up the money. That's all there is."
He leaned across the bar putting his face an inch away from
hers. "I said we need to discuss some details. I can always bust up the
bar then drag your sweet ass in the back or we can go nicely. Up to
you."
Using all her will power to control both fear and her
bladder, afraid she might wet her pants, she ask Tonya to keep an eye
on the place and headed toward the back where they stored the extra
cases of beer and liquor, wondering if her plan was worth all this. The
plans success depended on the big man picking up the money at their
house, and she had to be there, not here at the bar. She found she had
to concentrate to keep her knees from buckling as she walked.
Once they were in the back room he reached around her body
and stuffedhis hands under her jersey grasping her uncovered breasts.
He kneaded and squeezed her soft mounds while pinching her hard
nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "God Damn! I almost
forgot how nice your tits were. Here turn around and let me look at um
again." He spun her around so she was facing him and raised her top
exposing her breasts. "Oh yeah! You really got yourself a pair of
peaches all right. Those melons look good enough to eat." He leaned
down taking each nipple into his mouth drawing his tongue across the
grained top surface.
"Wait... Wait until tonight. Tonight I'll give you anything you
want. I need to get back to the bar right now. Okay? If you wait I'll let
you do anything to me you want to. Anything." Her stomach was
churning so badly she felt she might throw up at any second.
He pulled his mouth away from her breasts. "Remember when
I said I almost forgot how nice your tits were... Well I sure never
forgot how nice your pussy was. Your fucking cunt is as addicting as
heroin. Get those jeans down I've got to pop you right now."
"Tonight. I'll give it all to you then. Everything. Wouldn't you
rather I gave it to you than you just taking it. You'd enjoy it a lot more
I promise. And.... I could enjoy it too." She developed a lump in her
throat and found the next words hard to say. "Tonight I'd like to feel
your big stiff cock up my tight virgin ass hole. Nobody's ever fucked
me there before. If you wait you can have my virgin hole."
"Fuck that. You'll give me everything including your ass
tonight anyway. Right now you've got my rod so fucking hard if I
don't slide it up in that snatch of yours it'll explode." He fumbled at her
jeans snap with his hands. "Help me get these fucking things off now!"
He reached down squeezed between her legs until she yelped in pain
and helped him open her pants.
Not waiting for her to slide them down he griped the top of
her jeans yanking them downward carrying her panties along with
then. Almost instantly she felt his hard cock pushing upward between
her legs probing at her slit opening. The tight jeans bundled just below
her knees made for a tight fit but soon she felt the head of his dick
push past her vagina lips and enter her, instantly she was slammed
forward flat against the wall as he violently drove his flesh sword up to
its hilt into her female sheath. He pounded into her from behind
compressing her breasts flat on the smooth surface of the drywall. He
continued pumping his swollen cock into her so vigorously several
times she was literally lifted completely off the ground supported by
nothing more than his throbbing lust shaft as it impaled her.
"Ohhh... Fuckk.. Ohooo.. I'm not going to forget this pussy
ever. Ohhhh... Goddd....Aaaaa..." He took one of her breasts in one of
his hand, using the other hand to grip over her blonde pubic hairs
surrounding and over her mound. Both his hands started squeezing
harder and harder until his pressure was released in the form of an
orgasmic explosion pumping hot jizzum out of his balls, through his
cock, and into Sally's non-consentual Vagina. "AAA.... Fuckkk....
Meee.. I love pumping my load inside you, you fucking slut! Can you
feel it whore.... Aaaaaa... Can you feel my hot juice's filling your
twat!... Ooooo...Yeah!" Then it was over. He had finally come.
His cock slipped out of her hole and he placed the palm of his
hand flat across her ass feeling her cheeks. "Have I ever told you your
a good piece of ass? I must have. Man! Your a good piece." Two of his
fingers slipped into her ass crack spreading her rear cheeks apart. She
felt one of his fingers lightly circle around her rear hole, then a sharp
pain as the finger pushed in up to the first joint. "So tonight your
going to let me fuck this tight virgin hole huh. My dick is getting hard
just thinking about it. Make sure you have some boy butter on hand or
my fat cock will rip that little hole apart. Kinda like ripping you a new
ass hole." He laughed alone at his poor taste joke.
He backed away and pulled up his pants. "Now you better
listen little girl. I'll be over early this evening around ten and I expect
the money to be there. No excuses. If it ain't there you ain't got no
husband. You try and run I'll find you. Try and hide I'll find you. I will
not be fucked with again. Comprenda." With that he turned and left.
Fortunately there was a bathroom in the rear where Sally
could wash off the cum that was running down her legs. She wished
for a douse so she could flush out all traces of the pig's sperm inside of
her, but without one available she cleaned up as well as she could,
then pulled up her jeans and walked out into the bar on shaky legs.
Tanya didn't ask her any questions and she didn't offer any
explanations thankful for Tanya's discretion.
At around two in the afternoon Harry showed up looking
much more relaxed. He waved to Tonya then joined Sally behind the
bar and gave her a peck on the cheek. The bar was fairly full and Sally
had told him it might not look right if he gave her a full on kiss in
front of customers. Customers liked to believe she was available to
perhaps get lucky with.
"Hi." He said cheerfully. "How'd it go today?"
"Okay." She answered. "Everything went okay."
He looked at her. "You all right? You seem a little down."
"I'm fine." She lied. "There's just some things I need to take
care of. You and Tonya cover the bar, I'll see you at home tonight. Oh!
Yeah! Your going to have to close early today I need you home by nine
tonight."
"Huh! Why by nine? Sally... What's going on?"
"You just be there. Gotta run. Nine right?"
"Sally! Hey wait! Sally!" He called after her as she left
without turning back.
Because of the big man having shown up at the bar and not at
her home, Sally changed the sequence of her plan just a little.
Sally retrieved the bag containing the forty thousand dollars
from its hiding place, changed her top then drove to the address Harry
had given her for the loan office. The loan office was located in one of
the better parts of downtown on the top floor of a twenty story bank
building, of all things.
Sally took the express elevator to the top floor then stepped
out intoa large reception area.
She walked over to a semi-circular counter with a mousy
looking bleach blond woman seated behind it. The mousy blond
looked up and Sally said. "I'm here to see Anthony Francella."
"Do you have an appointment Miss....." The mouse asked in a
snooty tone.
"Richards. And It's Mrs., Mrs. Harry Richards. And no I don't
have an appointment, but I'm sure he'll see me. It's a matter of
money."
"I'm sorry Mrs. Richards, but everything around here is a
matter of money. Without an appointment There's nothing I can do."
The mouse looked pleased with herself.
"Yes there is. You can get on that intercom and let him know
I'm here. He can make the decision whether or not to see me."
"I'm sorry. That's impossible I....." The mouse started to say
but was interrupted when Sally grabbed a handful of Bleached blond
hair, yanked it sideways, then flung the mouse along with her roller
chair across the room.
Sally reached over the counter top and pushed down on the
intercom button. "Yes?" A speakered voice ask from the box.
"I'm Sally Richards. I'm out in your lobby and I have forty
thousand dollars for you."
A door to her right opened and a dark hared man at least as
large a the big man stepped out. He didn't say a word but took the bag
from Sally, opened it and looked inside, then returned it to her. "Gotta
make sure you ain't packun. Hold up your arms." He said
nonchalantly.
Sally had seen enough movies to know she was going to be
padded down so she lifted her arm even with her shoulders. The dark
hared man ran his hands along her sides then slowed down a little
when he rubbed her ass and breasts. "Sorry gotta check. Spread your
legs." He told her not sounding sorry at all. Sally spread her legs and
his hand slid back and forth over the jeans material. "Like I could hide
anything in pants this tight." She said while he felt her crutch.
"Orders are orders." he answered. Then in a quieter tone
added. "Some better than others."
"Go ahead." He said pointing to the open door.
Sally entered the office and the dark hared man remained
outside but pulled the door closed after her. She saw a gray templed
man between the age of fifty five to seventy five, she just couldn't tell,
with heavy jowls and large bushy gray eye brows seated behind a large
oak desk. He pointed to one of two chairs positioned across from his
desk and sally sat in it.
"Sally Richards." The man said. "I just looked at my records
and came up with a Harry Richards. Any relationship?"
"My husband Mister Francella." She answered.
"I see. So... How may I be of service?"
"Look...." Sally said. "This thing is really out of hand, I..."
"Please. Mrs. Richards." He interrupted. "Perhaps this is a
matter best handled by Mister Richards."
"No sir. Not at all. Just hear me out. Please."
"Very well, but please be brief. As much as I enjoy the
company of a beautiful woman, unavoidably, I have other
commitments."
"I will be brief sir. My husband took out a loan with... with
your... a... company. And as I sure your aware, he had some trouble
early on making the payments. Right?" She was very nervous and
paused.
Francella seemed annoyed with her pause and said. "Mrs.
Richards, I'm aware of all that. The fact of the matter is he hasn't
made any good faith attempt to repay this obligation what so ever. Not
one thin dime have I seen Mrs. Richards. Please tell me something I
don't already know."
His words inspired her. She had assumed on only having
suggestions in her arsenal to offer the big man's boss about the big
man creaming funds off the top. Well, that and deliberately lying that
she herself had given money to the big man which she felt had not
been reported because of his constant demand for additional funds
even after the months obligation had been met.
Now after finding out Francella hadn't received the thirty
seven hundred and twelve dollars, her hunch about the big man had
been confirmed. That same hunch had told her, her telling would not
be the first time the big man's boss had heard he was stealing from
him. She prayed that fact was correct.
"That just it Mister Francella," She said with all earnest. "he
has made payments. I believe that....that thug you sent over has been
keeping the money for himself, and if I'm any kind of judge of
character I'm sure we're not the only one's he's doing it to." She paused
again but this time Francella didn't seem to mind and waited for her to
continue.
"That's why I wanted to see you personally. If I gave the
money to him I fear you would never see it. Here..." She stood up and
set the bag of money on top of the desk then sat down again. "This is
forty thousand dollars...It's actually more than we really owe you
because... that... that monster kept every thing else for himself.... but
Harry and I just have to end this thing... and we decided it was best to
bring you the entire forty thousand in case you didn't believe us about
him taking the money. So there..." She pointed to the bag. "...you take
it and please, and please leave us alone." She buried her face in her
hands and sobbed.
Francella didn't say anything for several long seconds then
joining his finger tips together forming a "v" with his hands just under
his lower lip he said. "Here. Here. Mrs. Richards. I don't think it
should come as a surprise, but this isn't the first time I've been told
about Mark." Sally assumed Mark was the name of the big man. "Tell
me Mrs. Richards, how much money had you and Mister Richards
given to Mark?"
"Twelve thousand two hundred and twelve dollars sir." She
answered in her most honest straight forward voice.
"Strange sum." He commented as he emptied the bag out onto
the desk then returned twenty thousand dollars back to the bag. He
stood up and handed the bag to Sally. "For your troubles Mrs.
Richards. Consider your husbands
loan paid."
"Oh my. I.. I don't know what to say sir. Thank you." She
said in her most grateful voice.
"Now if you will excuse me, that commitment I had
mentioned." He held out his hand to help her out of the chair.
"Oh yes sir of course. But what about Mark... you know if he
comes around?"
"I shouldn't worry about that Mrs. Richards. Mark will not be
bothering anyone..." A short pause, then.... "again."
"But sir... If he should... lets just suppose he did attempt to
extort us again....would you have any problems if I gave him back to
you say a little.... a little.... let's call it damaged?"
He looked at her very strangely. "I detect there must be more
to you than just meets the eye Mrs. Richards, but to answer your
question. It wouldn't bother me in the very least."
She offered him her most pleasant smile, then asked.
"Assuming sir, he was to suffer some... of this damage, is there any
appropriate place to return him to you? I certainly don't think you'd
appreciate finding him here at your offices."
Now he offered her a smile. "I'm grateful for your
consideration Mrs. Richards. I think pier twelve, dock nine at
warehouse "D "would be acceptable."
Sally returned home and after taking several of the specialty
items she had purchased from the sex shop out of the black plastic bag,
she cleverly attached them to the rafters and walls inside the garage.
Satisfied with the new garage decorations she inspected the 9mm
automatic, making sure it was loaded and the safety was off then made
herself a pot of strong black coffee and waited for Harry to come home
and ten o'clock.
Phase two of her plan was a little out of order but was
accomplished.
HARD MONEY - CHAPTER FOUR- ALL DEBTS REPAID
BY POC
Harry arrived home just a little before nine. He had decided
he would demand Sally tell him what the hell was going on. She had
been acting so strangely lately it started to worry him. He knew with
all the trouble they were in and the things the big man had forced her
to do was explanation for a lot of it but still her not talking to him
about why they should wait for the big man to show up rather than just
paying off the loan, along with all the unexplained errands she always
seemed to be running had become just to concerning. Yes, he would
demand she let him be a part of what was going on.
He stepped through the doorway and immediately froze in his
tracks. He knew he must have turned completely pale and thought his
heart skipped several beats, standing directly in front of him was a
nervous looking Sally with legs spread wide apart and clutched tightly
within her grip she held a gun, its muzzle pointed directly at his mid-
section.
"Oh shit! Harry!" She said when she recognized him. "Come
in and close the door." She lowered the muzzle of the 9MM so it
pointed toward the ground.
He couldn't move for several seconds then some of the initial
panic wore off and he said. "Jesus Christ Sally! What the fuck!"
"Harry! Get in here! And close that damn door!" She waved
the gun beckoning him inside.
He stepped into the room, pulling the door closed behind him.
"God Damn it Sally! You better tell me what the fuck in going on
here! I...."
"It's all right Harry, I'll..." She cut him off.
"It's all right my ass!" He cut her off this time. "You've been
telling me it's all right for two God damn weeks now, and it isn't all
right! Jesus Christ Sally! A gun! A fucking Gun! What the hell are
you going to do with a gun?"
"Harry, just calm down and I'll explain."
"God damn right you will!" He was still upset at having a gun
pointed at him. He now realized unless it happened to you, no one
could really understood how freighting it was having a gun pointed at
them, an immediate void where the stomach once was and the
overpowering feeling of being completely and totally at someone else's
mercy.
He calmed down a little then continued. "Look Sally if that
gun's for the bastard that beat and almost raped you that's not the
answer. God only knows if anybody deserved to die it would be that
son-of-a-bitch, but he sure as hell isn't worth going to prison over.
Let's talk this over and...."
Now Sally's anger flared up a little. "Shit Harry! You can be
such a God damn twit at times! I'm not going to kill him! I'm just
going to make sure he'll never do to anybody else what he did to us.
He's a scum bag worm, the lowest form of life and unless someone
teaches them a lesson, life forms like him just continue on, breeding
and multiplying and polluting the earth around them, while praying on
the weak and decent of the world."
She took a deep breath before continuing. "So you listen
Harry and you listen good! I'm doing this thing with or without you,
but by God I'm doing it!"
Harry had never seen her quite so adamant about anything
and didn't know what to make of it. "Jesus Sally," He said in a mild
tone. "This is just so unlike you. So unlike us. I mean gun's and
dealing with people like him and well.. you seem so... I don't know...
so malicious for lack of a better term."
"Malicious? Harry you haven't seen malicious yet! I didn't ask
for any of this to happen, but I was thrown into the pool of filth people
like him livein, and its been said that we are all a product of our
environment, well Harry for tonight at least, what you see standing
before you is the product of that man's environment, and I intend on
living the part. You had better get it into your head that I am not going
to be a good little girl to that bastard, and if you can't take the heat get
the hell out of the kitchen, because I'll be your sweet little wife in the
morning again, but as for tonight, if you decide to stay I don't want
any bullshit out of you no matter what happens. If you even so much as
question what I'm doing I'll leave you for good, that's how important
this thing is to me Harry. Do you understand?"
Harry was at a loss for words, standing transfixed but when
she continued burning holes in his eyes with hers he managed a nod.
"I need to make sure you absolutely understand me Harry."
She said. "If you want, you can leave right now and tomorrow we'll
return to being the same happy couple we've always been, or you stay
and help me without any objections or reservation about what I do to
that bastard, and just as if you left, tomorrow we'll go on with our lives
as if nothing ever happened, but if you decide to stay and you get in
my way at all, or try to stop me, or even......, now listen up here harry,
even offer any objection, you and I are done forever. I'll never come
back to you Harry! Never! That's the deal, no negotiations. Do you
understand it Harry? I mean really understand it?"
Harry knew what his decision would be even before she
finished talking. All of a sudden he didn't care what she had in mind
for the big man, deep inside he felt pangs of guilt for not feeling as
strongly about him as she did.After all it was him that had brought all
this on them. Yes, he would help her, and perhaps he would even
derive some inner self satisfaction. He wasn't normally a violent man
but in this case he knew the big man deserved to die. Fuck it he told
himself. if she asks me to kill the bastard I'll do it, and screw
everything else. "I'll stay," He finally said. "and I understand
completely and no matter what happens I love you. So tonight we
dance with the devil himself if necessary."
"Okay partner, let's rock and roll on the dark side." She said,
not even sounding the least bit hesitant.
Mark the big man arrived at the Richards house at around
nine forty five. He checked the front door and finding it unlocked
arrogantly let himself in without knocking. He had seen hundreds of
couples such as the Richards, theywere all the same, spineless, useless
little people that rarely fought back. He knew there was a fine line on
how far you could push the little people, having crossed that line in the
past, but if that occurred he'd just crush them like you'd squash an ant
that happened to stray onto your path. Yeah, even if they did fight
back they didn't put up much of a fight. They were way out of their
league when they fucked with him. Yes sir, the whole bunch of them
were little useless chicken shits, but they sure could be fun.
He remembered Sally Robertson and how he had felt the two
times he was fucking her, his cock buried deep inside her tight cunt
and the feel of her soft inner flesh as it enfolded around his hot meat.
But, it wasn't the fact that he was fucking her that turned him so
much, no it never was, it was the power and the control and the
humiliation he had over her, and all the others that really got him
going. The more frightened they were, the hotter he got, and he knew,
as a rule, nothing frightened a woman more than being taken against
her will.
He was looking forward to tonight, and felt himself
developing a woody just thinking about driving his hard dick up Sally
Richards ass, but he also knew he would have to dispose of her
husband in some way, either by kicking theshit out of him or tying
him up at least. Fucking a man's wife in the ass was one of those fine
lines that could really piss off one of these little useless shits. He didn't
think old Harry the Ace would put up much of a fight, after all look at
what good old Ace had put up with the first time. Even if he hadn't
been awake when his wife was being raped he must have seen her
being forced to take a stiff dick into her mouth, and that too, is usually
another one of them fine lines. Naw, old Ace was a pussy. Shit even if
the beating he had taken had kept him out of action that night, you'd
think old Ace would at least come-a-looking when he got better. Yep,
Ace was a pussy all right, but for tonight he'd put him out of
commission anyway, he didn't want the little shit interfering with what
he had in mind for Mrs. Ace. Yes sir, tonight he would take his time
with her making sure he left a load of hot cum in every hole she had
and even inflect a little pain too. By the time he was finished with her
tonight she'd be so frightened of him if he just said the word "fuck"
she'd rip off her panties and open her thighs for him without thinking
about it.
In some ways he almost hoped they didn't have the money. It
would be kind of fun forcing old ace down on his hands and knees and
fucking him in the ass while Mrs. Ace looked on knowing she was
next. Yeah! That would be great!
He walked into the living room and found it unoccupied.
"Hey Ace!" He yelled. "Get your ass in here! You've got company!"
Sally Richards stepped out of the kitchen holding the 9MM
automatic in her right hand. The muzzle of the gun didn't waver an
inch and remained steadily pointing in the middle of the big mans
chest. "This is a 9mm automatic.It has a clip that holds thirty six
rounds of ammunition. If I see as much as one hair on your head
move, I'll unload the entire clip into your worthless hide." Her voice
was calm, steady and confident.
Harry followed her out of the kitchen and took a position by
her side.
The big man was momentarily shocked, but only
momentarily. This shit had been tried before, and he always came out
on top. He'd cross one of the fine lines and one of the little worms
would grow some balls, but the balls would always fall off. Shit not a
one of them had ever shown enough spine to actually shoot to kill, and
in most cases they froze even before they could pull the trigger. "You
stupid cunt! Do you really... Awwwwaaa."
He never got the opportunity to finish the sentence because
searing pain radiated from his right foot and he fell sideways onto the
floor clutching the painful foot between his hands.
The moment he had started to speak Sally pointed the muzzle
of the gun downward and squeezed the trigger of the automatic. There
was an almost ear shattering noise in the confined room when the
9mm shell exploded sending high velocity lead into the top of the big
mans right foot, then out through his instep and finally burying itself
in the hard wood flooring under his shoe.Sally had actually been
aiming between his feet and not trying to hit him, but so be it.
"Harry! Get over there and get his gun! HURRY!" Sally
yelled to her husband.
Harry didn't move and sally pushed his left shoulder. "Damn
it! Hurry!"
Even as Harry was moving toward him the big man started to
roll onto his back and one blood covered hand started moving toward
the gun he carried in a shoulder holster under his jacket.
Harry moved faster closing the distance between him and the
big man very quickly. He lashed out with his right foot delivering a
wicked blow to the big man's rib cage. The kick knocked all the wind
out of the big man's lungs momentary stunning him. Harry lashed out
again with his foot this time catching the big man on the right temple
and slamming his head sideways. Harry lashed out a third time with
his foot aiming once again for the big man's temple, but his foot
missed the mark and drove savagely into the soft fleshy area of the big
man's neck.
"Shit! Don't kill him Harry! Just get the gun. Better get his
knife too." Sally said stepping forward and picking up the black plastic
bag with the remainder of the specialty sex items in it.
Harry took the big man's gun and knife with out any struggle.
The three hard kicks Harry had delivered along with bullet wound
shock, had rendered the big just on the verge of unconscious.
"Good!" Sally told Harry after he had retrieved the weapons.
"Put them in here." She held the black plastic out to him. "Now," She
said after the big man's weapons were safely deposited in the bag.
"take his jacket, shirt, and shoes off."
Harry looked over at his wife questionably. "Remember, no
questions." She reminded him.
Harry shrugged his shoulders and went about the task of
removing the big man's clothing. It was exceedingly difficult removing
the big mans shirt and jacket because of the mans size and inability to
help, but when he removed the right shoe the big man even with the
stupor he was in began screaming and rolling around with pain
making the job only that much more difficult. After he had both shoes
off, Harry held both of his palms up indicating he wished to know
from Sally what she wanted him to do about the mans socks.
"Yeah. Take them off as well." She answered his outstretched
palms.
Sally had Harry pour some rubbing alcohol over the big mans
injured foot, this causing another fit of screaming and twisting, then
she instructed him to apply a heavy pack of gauss to both sides of the
wound and tape the whole thing up.
Sally rummaged inside the black plastic bag and withdrew
four three inch wide leather straps. Each strap, two slightly larger, had
heavy metal rings affixed near their centers and heavy metal clasps
attached at each end. She handed them to Harry and said. "Put these
around his wrists and ankles. The bigger one's are for the ankles."
Harry did as she requested not even remotely understanding
the purpose of what looked to him like four small dog collars.
Sally rummaged in the bag once again and took out a small
brown glass bottle and folded piece of cloth. She unscrewed the lid
from the bottle then poured a little of its contents onto the cloth. Using
the damp cloth, she covered the big mans mouth and nose with it for
several seconds until even the small amount of struggling he had been
doing ceased all together. "Formaldehyde." She explained. "I don't
want to take any chances, he's a big son-of-a-bitch and I want him
good and secure when he wakes up."
She went back to the black plastic bag and pulled out yet
another leather strap. This one was quite different from the previous
four in that it was much thinner and had a large rubber ball in its
center. Sally stuffed the ball into the big mans mouth then lifting his
head she fastened both ends of the straps together creating a most
perfect gag.
"Jesus Christ!" Harry said after she had finished with the
gag." Where in the world did you ever learn about leather hardware
like this stuff?"
"These are all the toys big boys and girls play with on the
dark side. Remember tonight that's your and my playground." She
reminded him.
"Humm." He commented shaking his head wondering what in
the hell else she could possibly have in that black plastic bag.
"Come on," Sally said. "help me drag him into the garage. I
don't have any idea how long he'll be out."
Together they pulled the big mans unconscious body through
the kitchen and into the garage. Harry was surprised to find several
chains with snap hooks on their ends attached to the ceiling rafters
and far walls of the garage. He didn't say anything and only watched
while sally attached a ceiling chain to each of the leather straps on the
big mans wrists then a wall chain to each of his ankles. She pulled the
chains taunt leaving him in a uncomfortable sitting position, held up
by his outstretched arms.
"Now what?" Harry asked when his wife had finished
chaining him.
"Now we wait. I want him good and alert." She answered
coolly.
Sally went upstairs and undressed. She put on a knee length
skirt, absent of both slip and underwear and a loose fitting tank top tee
shirt, which she had cut so it just barely managed to cover her breasts.
When she got back downstairs, she joined Harry in the living
room, who had fixed himself a stiff scotch and was obviously
attempting to make short work of it. "I think I'll join you." She said
walking to the bar and pouring herself four of five fingers of the clear
light brown liquid.
Harry noticed the odd way she was dressed but did not
comment. He was finding it difficult to honestly believe they had done
what they had just done, but strangely enough he liked it.
About an hour and three scotch doubles later they heard
chains being rattled and scraped and banged around and knew the big
man had finally come to life.
"Sounds like two skeletons fucking on a tin roof." Sally
commented at the noise coming from the garage. "I guess our partner
is ready to dance."
They found the big man had gotten to his feet, obviously
favoring his right foot, yanking and pulling at the chains in an attempt
to free himself. Having noticed Sally and Harry enter the garage he
ceased struggling with his bonds and stood glaring at them with
venomous contempt in his eyes.
Sally pulled both of the wrist chains taunt leaving him spread
eagle upright with arms high over his head and constantly switching
between the toe and heal of his injured foot to help relieve the pain
standing on it caused.
Sally pushed a heavy wooden crate behind the big man. The
crate had been used to ship ceramic tiles and was six feet long by four
feet wide and about one foot in height. Using the crate as a step stool
she loosened the connections on the gag straps and allowed the gag to
dangle around his neck. "You fucking bitch! When I get out of here
you'll wish you were dead! I'm going to make you sorry you were ever
born! You don't even know who your fucking with!" He yelled as soon
as his mouth was free of the ball.
Sally stepped off the crate and walked around to faced him.
Reaching into the black plastic bag she withdrew a two foot long horse
crop. Raising the crop over her head she brought it down in a viscous
arc across his chest. "Awoo.." He yelled feeling the sting of the crop.
"If you yell any more I'll be forced to gag you again." She hit
him with the crop a second time only harder. "Owww...Goodddd." He
yelled.
"Listen.." He said. "Lets.....Owwwww.." She struck him
again.
"No talking!" She told him, then reaching into the plastic bag
she brought out his stiletto knife. She pushed the button on the knifes
handle and watched the thin surgical blade extract. After removing his
belt she used the knife to cut away his pants and underwear. During
the cloth surgery he fidgeted and constantly asked her what she was
doing. She remained silent then took a step back to admire her work of
getting him completely necked.
"You are the most despicable piece of crap there is." She said.
"Fuck you bitch!" He answered.
"Do you remember theses." She asked pulling her tee shirt
over her head exposing her bare breasts to him. "Would you like to
feel them.. hum?"
She looked between his legs but didn't see any indication of
an erection. "Oh! It seems my titties don't turn you on anymore. Maybe
this will get you hard." She lifted the hem of her skirt and bundled it
around her waist."You told me you'd never forget this pussy. You said
it was as addicting as cocaine. Well.... Look at it. Look at my hot tight
cunt. Doesn't it get you
hot?"
He turned his head to the side. "Fuck you!"
Sally used the horse crop on his chest several times raising
nasty red welts wherever it landed. "I said look at my pussy! Now
Look!" Sally felt a tingling between her legs and she was starting to
get wet. Torturing this bastard was really turning her on.
He looked down between her legs with obvious pain in his
eyes.
"Hummm.... Even looking at my pussy isn't getting you hard.
What ever am I to do? Oh. I know... let me give it a little help." She
took his soft member into her hand and started stroking back a forth
on it. After a few minutes she felt her fingers slowly spreading apart as
blood pumped into his organ stiffening it. "Oh yes. Here it comes. Oh.
Look how hard it's getting."She continued stroking back and forth
until he was in full erection, then she took a step away from him.
"Oh my. Look at how big and hard it is. Oooo.... Whatever
are we going to do with it. Should we put it inside my tight little hole?
Or maybe you'd like me to suck it! Would you like to fuck me in the
mouth? No! I believe it's been bad." Using the horse crop she swung
downward very quickly three times across his erect cock bursting
blood vessels in the appendage with each "SWAT" of rawhide covered
plastic against flesh. She could feel her pussy nectar running down her
thighs now, as sexual desire pounded along her clitoris and loins. She
was having a difficult time concentrating on anything but the feel of a
hard cock filling her.
The big man pulled and yanked at his bonds crying out in
excruciating pain then dropped his chin onto his chest in exhaustion.
"Well my goodness! Just listen to the racket your making.
Whatever will the neighbors be thinking? I'm afraid your just going to
have to wear your little mouth piece, since you can't behave." She
climbed back onto the crate and in spite of his struggling she re-
gagged him.
"Look at what you've done to me. God you gotten me so hot!"
She ran her hand between her legs saturating it with her juice's then
standing on tip toes she smeared it all over the big mans face.
"Hmmm.... "She said looking up at him. "What's that you
say? You don't know what that is. Oh I see you only fuck women by
force. Now I understand Well, you see when a woman is a willing
partner she gets excited and lubricates herself and... Oh never mind
I'm sure you don't have any use for that information. You couldn't get
an erection with a willing partner anyway."
Sally reached into the black plastic bag and took out a jar of
KY-jelly. "Remember," She said to the big man. "you told me I should
have some boy butter on hand. I didn't forget. See." She held up the jar
for his inspection. "And," She continued. "I brought a big... a big... Oh
what do you call this thing?"
She reached into the bag and withdrew a foot long extra large
in diameter slick black dildo and held it up.
When he saw the dildo he began struggling again his eyes
becoming large as saucers.
Sally watched him twist and turn and said. "You shouldn't get
that upset at not knowing with this is called. We'll get it. Hmmm.... I
seem to remember it sounds like some a wild dog in Australia or
something... Bingo.. Ringo... No... Hmmm... Dingo. Yes! That's it. It's
a DILDO!"
She hummed to herself as she open the jar of K-jelly and
applied it to the surface of the dildo, but the feel of the smooth surface
on her hand running along its length got her as horny as ever she had
been. If the drive to destroy the animal that was chained before her
had been any weaker she would have demanded Harry fuck her right
then and there over and over again until the heat she felt and the relief
she so badly needed was appeased. Then she also remembered she
needed Harry's cock for another more important purpose and held her
own need's in check.
Standing on the crate once again she probed at the big mans
anal opening with the lubricated dildo. He moved his body in every
direction unconcerned with his painful foot, so frightened was he of
that large hard object being forced into his body.
Sally was relentless and persisted time and time again
moving with him. Once again the adage "If at first you don't succeed
try, try again." proved itself once more. After numerous try's Sally felt
the head of the dildo pushinto his anal hole.
He jerked forward and muffled cries of pain spewed from the
corners of the ball in his mouth. After several minuets he relaxed a
little and Sally took that opportunity to ram the hard long rod home.
The pain was so sever after several gasps he passed out. Sally noticed
blood running out of his ass and flowing down his cheeks.
"Okay Harry. This is your dance." She said turning to her
husband. She reached into the black plastic bag and took out a
wrapped condom and tossed it to him.
"When he comes to, fuck him in the ass."
"Your out of your mind! No fucking way! I can't do that!" He
had stood by silently watching someone he didn't even recognize as his
wife inflict pain and torture and humiliation as easily as if she were
cleaning house. He had become mesmerize and perhaps even a little
afraid of her watching the spectacle. But now she wanted him to
sodomize a man. It would be impossible for him even if the idea wasn't
so utterly repugnant. After watching everything that occurred, getting
a hard on was completely out of the question.
"This is the dark side Harry. You can and will or leave now!"
She was un-wavered in her persistence.
"No!" He said. "Come on! Shit!"
"Do you want to leave? Remember our pact. Well....." She
waited.
"No I don't want to leave. But... Well.. Shit I couldn't even get
it hard."
"Maybe not. But I'll help. We'll get it hard together. Come up
here on
the crate with me." She stepped onto the crate.
Reluctantly he joined her on the crate. If he had not
consumed so much alcohol earlier in the evening he probably would
not have found the courage to even consider what she asked. She
undid his pants and let them fall to his ankles, then she took his soft
prick in her hand and rubbed along it. "Don't look at, or even think
about him. Think about fucking me. Think about your cock plunging
in and out of my hot, wet pussy. Ohoooo..... Yeah! Fuck me honey.
Oh! Fuck the shit out of me. You feel so good inside of me. Your so
big and hard. Oh give it to me. Give it all to me. Fill me with your
cream baby!"
She heard the big man stirring and knew he was about to
wake up.
She took her husbands balls into her hand, gently massaging
them, then bending over she took his now semi-hard cock into her
mouth sucking the entire thing in. As it stiffened in her mouth she
dropped down to he knees and tilted her head backward allowing the
head of her husbands dick to slip past her gag point and down into her
throat. Harry felt his cock slip down into the tight hole of Sally's neck
and thought of nothing else, she had never allowed him access to that
part of her body before. His eyes closed in fevered heat.
Sally took the condom from Harry's hand and ripped open its
covering while bobbing her head forward and back taking Harry's dick
deep into her throat on each up stroke.
The big man had woken up and was attempting to see what
was going on behind him when sally took Harry's cock out of her
mouth and quickly slipped on the condom.
She continued jacking Harry off with her hand and yanked
the dildo out of the big mans ass at the same time. "Oh! Harry! Fuck
me baby. Fuck my wet pussy raw. Then I'll deep throat you and let you
come down my throat so I don't miss swallowing any of your hot
juices." Then she guided Harry's cock into the big mans ass and
Yelled." That's it Harry! Fuck me hard. Oooo.... I love your big cock!
Pound me Harry! Pound in my pussy! Your so big and hard! Ohooo....
" And harry pumped driving his stiff rod into the big mans ass hole.
The big man felt himself getting butt fucked and screamed
time and time again into the rubber ball unable to vocalize any of the
torment he felt.
When Harry finished Sally reached into the black plastic bag
for one last time. Out of the bag came a small leather pouch with two
pockets about the size of a man's scrotum. The pouch had attached to
it two small chains, about three feet in length with a sharp needle on
one end. There was a thin leather tie string on the pouch so it could be
tied at the top.
The big man could only watch while Sally slipped his balls
into the leather pouch. Then using the tie strings she attached it to his
scrotum. Taking the small chains she drove their sharp needles under
each of his nipples piercing them thereby connecting his tits to his
balls via the thin chains. He screamed in agony and pain into the
rubber ball as the needles punctured his skin causing blood to flow
down his chest.
Sally walked over to the workbench and took down Harry's
propane torch. Using the torches self igniting feature a steady blue
yellow flame soon streamed consistently from its tip.
Giving the big man some time to recuperate from having had
his nipples pierced, Sally once again picked up the stiletto. Looking
directly into his face she said. "In as much as you have those two little
chains to hold up your balls you won't be needing that little piece of
skin on your crotch to hold up your scrotum. I think I'll just cut it in
two. Seeing as how it's extra."
The big man screamed internally so hard the blood vessels on
his neck stood out as if they had a life of their own. She allowed him
enough time to fully understand he was about to be castrated.
Sally leaned over and took the little leather pouch into her
hand, then slowly drew the thin blade of the stiletto across the small
piece of skin that attached a mans scrotum to his body.
The big mans balls came free hanging suspended in the little
pouch supported by the thin chains pierced under the mans nipples.
Blood spurted in every direction. Sally quickly picked up the torch and
cauterize the area between the big mans ball-less crotch, scorching a
lot of flesh between his legs in the process.
Harry threw up, emptying his stomach's contents of
everything he had eaten that day, along with all the Scotch he had
consumed earlier.
The big man passed out and Sally knew he would be out for a
long time.
EPILOG
Harry and Sally dropped off the unconscious big man at pier
twelve, warehouse "D" At around two A.M.
Affixed to one of the small chains still attached to the big
mans breast was an envelope addressed to Mister A.F.
Inside this envelope was eight thousand and forty dollars that
Sally had found in the Big mans pockets, and a note.
The note read:
Dear Mister A.F.
As I had feared some slight damage has occurred
with your property.
Please accept my sincere apologies for any
inconvenience this may cause you.
Enclosed please find eight thousand and forty dollars
found on your damaged goods.
Very sincerely yours, S.R
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The big man, Mark was never heard from again.
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Sally took the twenty thousand dollars that had been returned
to her by Anthony Francella and gave it to Symore as partial payment
for the loan.
She told him that originally she had never intended on
repaying him and he simply answered. "I know."
She eventually repaid him the entire amount from profits
out of the 'Goal line', but never let him sleep with her.
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The 'Goal line' sports bar continued to do very well and now
has four young, sexy waitresses to help out... and more.
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Harry climbed into a shell and does little with his life
allowing Sally to manage just about everything.
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Sally continues to feel good about herself. Enjoying life in
different ways now.
Her adventures when two men came into the 'Goal line' and
told her she would have to purchase all the clubs alcohol and
entertainment from them exclusively, forced her back into the dark
side once again..... But then, that's another story......
END - HARD MONEY