Debbi grew mare appreciative of the comforts afforded her as the weather grew more fierce. She had even accustomed herself to making several dope drops a week for her pimp. Debbi regretted that she only infrequently 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. Debbi's eyes burned with hatred and humiliation, but all the men did was laugh at her completely helpless state.
"I'll put some life into her," the younger man said. He walked over to Debbi and let some ash fall on her middle. The pain was slight, but it made her squirm. This was done to the obvious delight of the man fucking her, and he increased his tempo.
"Burn the bitch," the man tucking Debbi suggested. She struggled with her bonds, trying to free her legs. Knowing this was impossible, she tried to sit up. She had raised her upper body about a foot off the bench when the younger man pushed her back down.
"Don't hurt yourself," he advised. "We'll be happy to do it for you." So saying, he touched the lit end of the cigarette to her right nipple. The pain was the most intense Debbi had ever experienced, and she screamed into the gag and thrashed around wildly to escape the source of her torment.
"Keep doing that! I'm gonna come!" the man tucking her ordered. His cock was now hammering away brutally inside her body. The stinging in her nipple far exceeded the pain to her cunt.
"You bet," the man holding the cigarette answered. He repeated the painful gesture. Finally, he took the cigarette and ground it out into her belly. The man tucking her howled in climax as he pumped his hot seed into her thrashing body. There was no pleasure in the experience for Debbi. Tears of pain were her only outlet.
"Bitch!" the man said with contempt. He wiped his cock on her thigh. He dismounted and zipped up. He had lost interest in her for the moment.
"Okay, Mama. We're gonna give you a little rest. But we'll be back. If you think what you've just had was bad, you're mistaken. We'll mar up tat pretty face so bad no one will want to look at it. Then you'll be lucky to get a dime for sucking off some wino," the younger man laughed.
"This'll teach that fucker to mess with Benjie and Bierce," the older man laughed.
"Shut up, stupid! The cunt'll hear you," the younger man ordered.
"So what! Why not cut her damn tongue out.
She won't be able to piss with tat thing when we're finished with it. She thinks that black motherfucker will look after her. She's just a stupid cunt, like all the rest. He'll kick her out for shit once he sees she's no good for business. Imagine, a white broad fuckin' for Willie. Cunt. Nothing but cheap cunt," the older man said, spitting down at Debbi's abused pussy.
"Come on. Let's get that drink. She ain't goin' nowhere," the younger man laughed.
"Yeah, we'll let Chester look after her just the same," the older one said. Rot of them left.
Debbi looked around her for some possible way of escape. It worried her what the men had said they would do. They had enough hate in them to do anything. And what good would Willie be. The bastards had already taken her three thousand. She'd have to start all over saving for it. But she knew she wouldn't be able to turn a normal trick again. Even if she somehow miraculously escaped. She would only give pain. Men would suffer for what they'd done to her.
The door opened and a man walked in. He was mumbling to himself, but quickly came over to take a look at the captive girl. He ran his hands over her body. Debbi shuddered at his touch. His hands were as cold as ice. The man was the driver who had been waiting outside her hotel.
"Pretty girlie. They hurt you. They're bad men. I no hurt you," the man said. He seemed to have the mind of a child. He must have been the Chester the two men spoke of, Debbi thought.
"Hmmmmm… hmmmmm…" Debbi mumbled, loud enough to draw the man's attention.
"What! I can't hear… let me take off that cloth," he said. It was more in the manner of a
feeble-minded person giving himself a verbal instruction than a direct communication to the girl. He pulled the gag away from the girl's mouth. Debbi took several deep breaths to refresh her brain.
"Thank you. But my legs hurt so. Please untie them," Debbi said, trying to work on the compassion of the man.
"Oh no, I couldn't," the man said. He -was obviously considering the idea. "They told me not to let you get away."
"Oh, I wouldn't. I promise. I'm only a helpless girl. What could I do? Please, it hurts," Debbi entreated, knowing that this man was the only chance she had for freedom.
"You've got a pretty pussy. And such nice tits. They made them hurt," the man said.
"Yes, they did. But touch my pussy if you like," Debbi urged. The man ran his hand through her soft pubic fur. His breathing became heavier.
"Pretty. Nice and soft," he replied dumbly, still continuing the motion.
"I'll suck you off if you want. Eat your cock. But untie me..
"Okay, I'll untie the pretty girl," the man said, moving down to her legs. He untied her in an instant. Debbi moved her legs around to get the blood circulating. Then she sat up.
"Take out your prick. I'll suck it for you," Debbi urged. He struggled to get it out of his pants. It was already hard as a rock. A drop of lubricant glistened at the tip.
"Okay," was all he said.
"That's nice. I'll suck it," Debbi repeated. She opened her lips and captured the dick in the hot trap of her mouth.
"Yes, you suck it," the man said. He tensed as
she released the dick and once more let it pass through her tightly clenched lips. She took special care to see to it that the mouth flick continued just until the man was boiling and eager to come. Then she let the prick fall from her lips.
"You suck!" the man urged. He was alarmed at having the delicious friction suddenly stopped. He pushed his cock against her closed lips, but the girl refused to open her mouth and continue sucking him off.
"No. Release my hands first, or I won't suck you," Debbi said. She carefully watched the movements of the man.
"I can't… they said I shouldn't… okay," he finally agreed. He reached into his pockets and produced a key. Her hands were soon free. Debbi quickly worked the strained muscles into usefulness.
"Now you suck," the man said, and Debbi took his cock deep into her mouth. She knew that the man would be too strong for her to overcome. What he lacked in intelligence, he compensated for in brute strength. She would wait until she had him at a disadvantage. And judging by his state of excitement, it would be soon.
Debbi sensed the man beginning to come, so she acted fast. Even as her tongue tasted the first flood of semen, her fist went up?as hard as she could move it into his vulnerable balls. The man simply groaned and doubled up. His cock still spewed his sperm over her body, some even landing in her hair. She rose up and pushed him down.
"You son of a bitch!" Debbi howled at the man. He was helpless. Debbi seized a large piece of pipe and hit the man several times on the head with it.
When he was motionless, Debbi wasted no time in fishing through his pockets. She found the
desired set of car keys and ran out of the garage. The men who had abducted her were not around. Several cars were lined up on the street. She frantically tried the key in three of them with no success.
The fourth car was the one. Debbi got in and jammed the key into the ignition. She was still naked, save for the fur coat and boots. The instinct for self-preservation was strong in the girl. She took careful note of her location before driving off.
Debbi had to maneuver down several streets to finally get her bearings. But it was only a short distance from the garage to her hotel.
Debbi cursed all the people who had put her in her present position. She had always been a good girl. She had always done what her parents had told her. It certainly wasn't her fault that her glands were overactive.
The telephone call to Willie was frantic: "Hello, Willie. Three motherfuckers worked me over for two hours. They hurt my body. Real bad. Get over here, for christsakes!" Debbi demanded.
"Right, babe," was all Willie said, and he slammed down the phone. Debbi thought his voice was very peculiar. He was either high on coke, or on some kind of trip. It aggravated her that she had almost been killed for a man who spent the money she earned to get high. And now, when Debbi needed him most, he was so bombed out of his mind that he would be of little use to her.
The wait was a long one, and Debbi was rapidly losing her patience. She paced angrily about the mom, pounding her fist against anything that came in her way in a show of impotent rage. But this outburst did not 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.