got to deliver a supply to the house of the woman she knew only by her signature. And whether her name was really Mrs. Symth didn't concern Debbi. She hungered for the twice monthly beatings she could administer to the woman's son. Her body seemed to develop a need for the erotic sensation of causing pain to another. And it was especially keen in the punishment of a male. Mrs. Symth had been almost insistent that Debbi look up this Mr. Fad in Toronto. The woman insisted that Debbi was wasting her talents as a prostitute. She could be an 'angel of sweet agony' as the woman put it. Debbi told her she'd think about it. And she did think about it quite often of late.
The job of whoring was tedious, but tolerable. She ate the best food, had expensive clothing, and it was relatively easy to control the men who paid for the privilege of fucking her.
Willie had ignored her recently. That was fine with Debbi. She began to loathe the feel of that large, black cock inside of her. And Willie was always on some kind of high, working his best to
get Debbi to try the stuff. She'd go as far as hash, but that was her limit. She was doing everything right. She had saved up a few thousand dollars as a nest egg. And since Willie had no reason to beat her or. bother her because of the way she was handling her work, she was left by herself. Debbi was beginning to relish being completely alone.
The knock on her door stirred Debbi from her satisfying reflections. She looked at the clock and saw that it was after one o'clock in the morning. Her last trick had left nearly an hour before. And it was not like Willie to send up an extra john without telling her. The knock grew more insistent and Debbi got up to answer it, after first putting on a nightgown.
'Sorry to disturb you, Miss Blackwell, but we're the police and have some questions for you,' the kindly- looking middle-aged man said. He produced a wallet containing some kind of badge. Debbi was still naive in many ways, and she would have taken the man as a policeman without asking him to show any identification.
'I… I… all right,' Debbi said nervously. A shock wave of panic struck her brain. Had Willie suddenly given up on her and informed the police. No, he would be implicating himself in so doing. Perhaps Buck had finally contacted the police and told them of Debbi's murder of his mistress Cindy. She decided it would be best for her to cooperate.
'Please get dressed. I think this discussion could best take place at police headquarters,' the man said. Debbi noticed a younger man standing out in the hail. He was ‹leering at her nearly naked body and his stare made Debbi feel even more uncertain.
'Is he with you?' Debbi asked.
'Yes. Of course,' the man' answered. 'I'll wait inside, if you don't mind.'
'No,' Debbi said in a squeaky voice. She was numb, but managed to take her clothing to the bathroom and dress quickly. She had always vowed that the police would never get her, and then confine her to some institution. It was a sincere pledge as long as they remained only a pursuing specter. But now that they were a reality, Debbi found herself unable to act. For an instant, she thought of taking a razor blade and slashing her wrists. But that idea passed quickly.
Debbi knew that she wanted to live. She would have to take her chances with the police. Perhaps Willie would use his influence to save her. If she didn't get that help from Willie, Debbi vowed that she'd reveal every sordid detail and drag all of those in her past down with her.
'Miss! Please hurry,' the voice from the other room called to her. Debbi did so and left with the older man. They went down to an ordinary-looking car. The driver faced forward as the man and his young female charge got into the car's back seat. Debbi then realized that the younger man wasn't with them. He had obviously stayed behind to search her apartment. She bit her upper lip as she thought of the three thousand dollars she had hidden there. But she made no mention of it to the man next to her.
'Okay, let's roll,' the younger man said, jumping into the front seat. The driver moved away from the curb in a hurry. It was then that Debbi knew they weren't going toward any police station.
'Stupid broad. How fuckin' dumb can you get?' the man in the front seat said, laughing.
'What do you mean?' Debbi demanded, wondering why she had been so eager to go with them.
'This,' the man in the back seat answered. In one motion, he had his hand under her panties and at her crotch. His fingers had a death grip on her clitoris that was excrutiatingly painful. She screamed as the man pressed harder.
'What he means is, we want to know where's the dope and the money Willie's been feeding you? He'll pull that little button right off of you if you don't answer,' the man in frontcalrnly explained.
'Oh, stop, please! I don't know!' Debbi shouted in sheer agony. Surprisingly, the man released his grip just when Debbi felt certain he would tear the tiny organ out by the roots. Instead, the man took her head and gripped it tightly in the crook of one powerful arm. He squeezed, making Debbi's head feel like it would bunt.
'Tell us and you go. Nobody gets hurt. All we want is the bread and the stuff,' the man in the front explained.
'It hurts,' Debbi whimpered, feeling the steady pressure making the blood pound in her head. She felt certain the man could crush her skull if he wanted to.
'I'm really sorry. But it'll get a 16t worse. Suit yourself,' the man in the front said casually.
'Please believe me! Dammit! I don't know!' Debbi shouted.
'Okay. Turn here,' the man introduced the driver. Though Debbi couldn't see, she felt certain they'd turned down an alley. The man in front opened the car door and helped the man holding her drag her from the car. He didn't release the painful grip on her skull. Debbi was forced to walk in this awkward position, nearly slipping several times on the thin layer of ice that coated the alley. Once inside the heated garage, they put handcuffs
on her and tied a gag around her mouth.
'We're gonna have some fun makin' you talk, Mama,' the younger man said, and Debbi cowered away from him. The garage itself seemed to be filled with mechanical equipment. They-sat her down on a beech
'You should have taken the coat Off,' the younger man advised the other.
'Why! That'll feel nice when we're tucking her,' the man answered. He got a cross look from hit associate.
'Well, the rest has to go. Now!' the man barked, and they were both on her. She tried to scream and fight them off, but they 'easily overpowered her. Only a muffled sound came from beneath the gag. She knew it was hopeless. In a matter of seconds, they had stripped her clothing from her as best they could She sat shivering in the fur coat and boots. The rest of her expensive garments were rags hanging from her body.
'Kinky little bitch,' the older man commented.
'Cunt is all the same. But this is a two-hundred-dollar-a-night chick. Prices being what they are, some high rollers are still willing to take a shot at it,' the younger one commented, running his fingers over her naked tummy. He laughed as she sucked in her breath to remove herself as far as possible from his unwelcome touch.
The man made a fist and jammed it hard into her defenseless middle. Debbi doubled up in agony and her lungs fought to regain the rhythm of breathing. The tight gag made it difficult, and she kit herself swooning from lack of breath.
The men laid her back on the bench, her expensive fur coat against the oily floor. They spread her legs on either side of the bench, securing her ankles with rope to the legs.
Debbi felt her senses returning. She tried out the strength of her bonds. They allowed quite a bit of play as far as her upper body was concerned, for only her hands were cuffed. Her legs were held fast and couldn't move. And she was very vulnerable in this position. A fact which her captors were not about to pass up.
'Damn. I want some of this,' the older man said, unzipping his pants. He pulled out a large, flaccid cock. Several strokes of his hand had it up to its full length.
'Fuck that little mama. I'm gonna have a smoke,' the younger man announced. He lit up a cigarette. Debbi's clit still pained her from the earlier rough treatment it had received. The man's rough fingers over her crotch made her wince in pain. But her oversexed body was still responding and pouring out enough, natural lubricant to make the entrance of the massive dick less painful.
'Take it, baby!' the man ordered hoarsely, sitting on her upper thighs and pushing the head of his cock between the meaty lips of her cunt. The shaft quickly followed, as the man wasn't about to be concerned over the discomfort of his helpless victim. The man's weight on her thighs was giving her as much pain as the cock which was searing her belly.
'It's like fucking a corpse,' the man complained, slowly sliding his cock in and out of her greasy sheath.
