satisfy her need for emotional release. So she stopped and threw herself down on
the bed, finally satisfying her need to cry. She was still watery eyed when Willie entered. He let himself in with the extra room key he always kept.
'Holy Shit! What the hell is going down? You pullin' some jive shit on Willie?' Willie demanded, moving quickly toward the girl.
'What are you talking about? I was beaten and raped by a couple of goons that wanted your dope and money!' Debbi exclaimed.
'Raped you? Hah! You're a fuckin' whore! Why would they want to rape you?' Willie laughed, hovering over her. His agitated motions and slightly unsure walk told her he was really high.
'Listen, you stoned-out prick, those fuckers ripped off three grand of mine!' Debbi shouted in anger.
'What! You sassy-assed cunt!' Willie shouted back. He slapped her hard. She made the mistake of trying to fight back. Though her pimp was spaced out, he still had enough strength and manual dexterity to beat the girl into submission.
Debbi curled up defensively on the bed, nursing the new wounds which seemed so much more painful. They came from her supposed protector, reminding Debbi how alone she was in the world.
'Now, if you're calm enough, you can tell me about them,' Willie said. He reached into his pocket for a cigarette. He smoked while she explained what had happened. Debbi made mention of every detail as she vividly remembered
it. She carefully left out the part where she clubbed the man in the garage. She had hit him a bit too hard, but he was still breathing when she ran out of there.
Willie took a minute to digest what she'd said. 'They're dead. Those fuckers are finished. Nobody rips off Willie or roughs up one of his women.'
'What about my money?' Debbi asked. She knew it had been her passport to freedom.
'You got no money. You'll give me every last cent and spend what I give you. No more of that hoarding shit,' Willie said. His voice had a finality that told Debbi the subject was closed. 'Now, I want a blow job. You're beat up and sore, okay, You'll heal. But I gotta get a load off before my nuts turn blue.' So saying, Willie unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock.
Debbi was horrified at the suggestion. It was inhuman to expect her to do something like that after what she'd been through. But Willie insisted. Debbi opened her mouth and began to blow him. The tears flowed from her eyes as she moved her lips in a skillful manner.
'Suck it, suck it, suck it…' Willie repeated, his already high brain reaching still new peaks as his senses were expanded through her oral caresses. Debbi knew that Willie would have to be removed from her life. She would leave him, but she wanted him to suffer first. She wasn't certain how she would do it. But even as her mouth noisily moved up and down his cock, she knew that Willie would pay.
'Oh, so fine, Mama,' Willie groaned. Debbi said nothing, but tickled the sensitive glans with her tongue, the motion making him squirm in ecstasy. Debbi felt cheated by the pimp she was blowing. She had wanted security, but he had reduced her to less than a slave. Serving men or women was something Debbi never wanted to do again.
The spit was warm as it coated his slippery dick. She exerted extra pressure with her full lips on the swollen knob. Willie groaned and shook as the spunk ripped out of his overloaded balls. Debbi drank down the hot seed, feeling the power she
had known so long ago returning.
'Sticky,' was all Debbi said, her tongue still playing in the man's discharge that dribbled out of his cock. She laughed and Willie interpreted it as a response to the pleasure she had gotten from sucking him off. In reality, Debbi now knew she had the perfect way of solving her problem.
'Willie, I want you to bring me their balls. After you've killed them,' Debbi said, licking the last traces of come from her lips in a sexy motion.
'Sure, babe. I'll bring 'em tomorrow. Then you'll be a good little girl,' Willie urged. He was surprised by her request. But he'd grant it because it would prove that he was man enough to look after his woman..
'I always am for you, and always will be,' Debbi lied, smiling. The smile was one of inner satisfaction. Canada would be a pleasant change. And the lifestyle she felt certain she could find at Mr. Fati's would suit her just fine. The wheel was turning again.
CHAPTER NINE
It took Willie several days to make his reappearance. In the interim, Debbi spent all of her time in her hotel room. The bums and soreness of her body healed quickly. But the emotional injuries festered. Debbi had taken the time off since the abduction. Willie examined her and thoughtfully told her to take it easy for as long as she thought necessary. He seemed somewhat apologetic for his treatment of her, but his ego would not allow him to actually come out and say
it.
'I've made the peace, Willie said. He was apparently exhausted from his unpleasant business. In his pocket he carried a small box. Willie opened it and showed the contents to Debbi.
The girl gasped as she saw two sets of human testicles. They had been cleanly severed and sewn shut. Debbi averted her gaze. But she felt a wild thrill go through her as she imagined it happening.
'Did you cut them off before you killed them?' Debbi asked, hoping that the two men had experienced that extra agony.
'Babe, them cats weren't about to sit and let me chop off their jewels,' Willie laughed. He was obviously amused by her naive question.
'How did you do it?' Debbi asked, little-girl curious.
'With this little thirty-eight,' Willie boasted, pulling out a wicked-looking revolver and showing it to Debbi. She was afraid to touch it, though she could give herself no reason why.
'What did you do with the bodies?' Debbi asked.
'Hell, they're still in that damn garage,' Willie answered. Ordinarily, he wouldn't go into such detail about a murder. He was clever enough to keep such things to himself. However, because of the guilt he still felt about his treatment of Debbi, and the feeling caused by the overuse of drugs, Willie felt like boasting.
'They deserved it, the bastards,' Debbi said. 'But now I'm feeling better. My bruises are all healed. Take a look.'
Debbi slowly stripped, knowing she had achieved her goal when she caught the familiar hungry look in Willie's eyes. 'Great shape, Mama. Now how about a reward for my work?' Willie suggested. He boldly moved onto the bed with her.
'Just what I had in mind,' Debbi said. She gasped as his cold mouth touched her hot nipple. His hands caressed first her back, then her thighs. As his need became greater, he explored the pink folds of her already watering pussy. His large, black finger worried the soft bud of her cut.
'I need to fuck you,' Willie said, his eyes gazed with passion as he studied her nude form. Debbi flew to the task of helping him undress. Once he was naked, they locked in a fierce embrace. Each tried to outdo the other in the consummation of their lust. It was savage and quick. And most importantly to Debbi, it was very tiring. Once Willie was finished fucking her, he rolled over and fell asleep. Debbi was convinced he would sleep for at least a day. It was all working perfectly.
Debbi dressed quickly and left the hotel room. She went down to a pay phone in the hotel lobby. In her hand, she clutched the card with the phone number of Mr. Fati. She dialed the number and was surprised when a man answered.
'Yes, I'm the girl who has been in communication with Mrs. Symth in Detroit. She has given me your card, saying that I meet your qualifications,' Debbi began, surprised at how articulate and calm she sounded.
'I see,' the voice on the other end replied. 'You have an address also. Good. When will you be thinking of joining us?'
'By tonight at the latest. If that's all right?'
