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?"
"Splendid. We'll see you then. It's best not to talk details over the phone. We'll be expecting you. Goodbye.
"Goodbye," Debbi said, talking into an already broken connection. She quickly went back upstairs. She took the gun Willie had pointed out as the murder weapon and put it inside the toilet box. Then she went through Willie's wallet. She found six, one hundred dollar bills. All of them went into her purse.
Debbi then took the small box and hid it carefully at the bottom of her closet. She took only a few pieces of clothing in her overnight bag and the several thousand dollars' worth of jewelry she had managed to accumulate. Willie was still sleeping soundly as she tiptoed out of the room.
Debbi left the hotel by way of the garage exit. Too many people at the main desk would be suspicious if they saw her leaving with a suitcase. They would alert Willie and the scheme would be over before it began.
Debbi used a phony name to rent a car. Once she had driven to the outskirts of the city, Debbi
stopped at a pay. phone. Her call was directed to police headquarters.
"Hello… I'm reporting a murder… Never mind who I am… just listen. You'll find two men murdered in a garage at fourteen-fifteen West Chestnut. You will find the murder weapon in the toilet box at the Danton Hotel, room four-twelve. If you move quickly, you'll find the murderer, Willie Loman, asleep in that room. The corpses will be missing balls. You'll find both sets in a little box on the floor of the closet."
Debbi hung up the phone and went back to her car. The deed was done. Now Willie would be caught. It didn't matter to her that the police would once more be looking for her. Canada would be a safe home. And if Mrs. Symth was fight in the type of employment Mr. Fati could offer, the city of Toronto would be a welcome change indeed.
Debbi felt strangely uneasy as she followed the route that would take her to Toronto. There was little hassle crossing the border, and Debbi smiled to herself when she realized she was finally in Canada.
Toronto was a confusing city to the girl. She had to stop frequently to ask directions to find her way to the address on the card. Debbi eventually found the address and was able to park on the same block.
The houses all had the distinguished air of mansions about them. They also had an old and decaying aura about them. Perhaps it was a feeling of evil lurking within. The house Debbi approached was the most formidable, the most evil-looking structure on the block.
Debbi rang the bell and was ushered inside to a sitting room by a very somber butler. The interior of the house had a decor which seemed
old-fashioned to the girl. Though it was anything but contemporary, it had a certain charm about it that the girl could appreciate. The couch she was sitting on was comfortable. So comfortable in fact that she nearly fell asleep on it.
"Glad to see you," a voice commented from behind her. Debbi turned with a start to see that the owner of the voice was a man of about fifty.
"Hello," Debbi began, "I'm the girl who called earlier, Debbi Blackwell." She used her real name without any hesitation.
"Fascinating. Mrs. Symth was correct in her judgment, as always. Would you care for an aperitif?"
"Ub, no thank you," Debbi answered. She hadn't enough sophistication to know what he was talking about. But when she watched him move over to a bottle and pour himself a drink, she quickly changed her mind and joined him.
"There is something you should know," Debbi began hesitantly. "I've been in some trouble in several cities in the United States. And I've rented the car I came in under a phony name."
"Good. Give me the keys and I'll see that it's removed from the city," the man said. "And as you probably have assumed, I am Fati."
"Yes, I thought so," Debbi said. She told him the make of car and its location as she handed him the keys.
"Your past is your past. I don't wish to know of
it. Mrs. Symth's recommendation shows you are most able in one aspect of the work you will be doing here. And a short test should demonstrate your abilities in the other part of your work," Fati said.
"Mr. Fati… I was wondering about the arrangements here," Debbi commented shyly, not
knowing how to put what she wanted to know into a suitable question.
"Of course. If you like it here, we'll give you a room and meals. Plus a commission from every assignment you participate in," Mr. Fati explained, finishing his drink.
"And the test?"
"In good time. Now I believe we should dine. I'll show you where to freshen up," Fati instructed, ushering her out of the sitting room.
Dinner was the most elegant affair Debbi could have imagined. She felt like a poorly dressed little girl, even in her expensive clothing. The dinner itself was served by several people. Debbi felt this was real elegance, something even Willie could only play at. She thought of Willie and what the police would do to him now that she had given them evidence damning him. But she let the thought pass as quickly as it came.
"I hope you enjoyed your dinner," Fati commented. He led her up a flight of stairs.
"I think it was marvelous," Debbi answered as they walked.
"Your bag has been placed in your room. Make yourself comfortable. I'll call in an hour or so to explain everything in detail," Fati said, showing her to her room.
It was very feminine in its decor, and somewhat antiquated in its furnishings. The large four-poster bed was far more comfortable than it looked.
Fati was good to his word. He put in an appearance one hour after dinner. Debbi greeted him, smiling. She had dressed in a flattering nightie that she felt would please him. The pleasure of Fati was her greatest concern of the moment. Fati was the key to a world Debbi had been hungry for. The world of dominance and power.
"You are a lovely woman. And you have a cruel gleam in your eye, and that is good," Fati began, gently stroking one of her exposed thighs as he spoke. "But you must remember that this isn't only a house of pain. We must deliver the sweet agony of pain. Pleasure is a must for the outlandish fees a man pays. And our women must be able to give it," Fati explained.
"Yes, I understand," Debbi replied nervously. She stood by the bed as Fati took a seat in a rather ancient, flat-backed chair. He studied her womanly yet obviously youthful form with interest.
"You would be solely responsible for seeing to it that each man receives some pleasure. Magda is far too concerned with her own pleasure, and Kristine wants too much to give pain. Do you think you could get a man hard, and keep him that way, even if he was feeling excruciating pain?" Fati asked, pushing a buzzer that was in easy reach on the table. There was a lapse of several seconds before two women entered.
Debbi noticed the woman of about thirty eyeing her nearly naked perfection. She saw the woman's tongue run slyly across her lips, and the girl understood its implication. The other one looked more like a girl, though she was probably in her early twenties. She was a strikingly beautiful blonde. That had to be Kristine.
"This is Debbi; Magda and Kristine," Fati said. Debbi liked their leather mini-uniforms and boots. They seemed appropriate.
"It is good to have another girl. Especially when the special visitor is only several nights away," Magda commented. Her accent was thick. The full body of the woman was far more powerful than Cindy's had been. Debbi knew that this woman could exert a delicious control over her. But she
seemed far too interested in her employment for that. Time would tell for certain.
"Yes, yes, I'll want you to familiarize her with our work and help with several of the clients. Now, back to your business," Fati said. Both women quickly left the room. It was clear that Fati was in charge.
Fati turned his attention back to Debbi. "Now, I must make certain you can please a man. Remember, you can humiliate them sexually and have them serve your whims in any manner you want, but it is of the utmost importance that the man be satisfied completely."
"I understand," Debbi answered. "I can satisfy any man."
"Good. You can show me your talents," Fati said, unbuckling his pants and holding out his hard cock for her inspection.
"It looks really sick… and sexy," Debbi commented, moving over to grasp the rod. Her. fingers deftly jacked it several times, until a single drop of fluid appeared at the tip. She took the slimy pearl and rubbed it around the hot red meat of the dick. This action caused him to moan softly and shift around in his chair. It was obvious that Debbi knew how to handle a cock.
"That's good. Suck it for me," Fati urged. Debbi helped him remove his pants completely. His sexual equipment was still prominent under the layers of fat that hung from the man's middle. In a strange, wanton way, the sight was sexually arousing to Debbi.
"I'd love to suck it," Debbi said, holding the stalk closer to her mouth with one hand. The other hand tickled the full testicles as her hot breath teased the rod into swelling still further.
"That's good. But no more teasing. Suck it
now," the man ordered hoarsely. His fat jiggled obscenely as he moved about in heated pleasure. Debbi still wasn't about to hurry. Her tongue licked around the sensitive glans for about half a minute.
Finally, Debbi decided he'd suffered enough. She noisily gobbled about half of the moderate sized cock into her hot mouth. Her warm saliva comforted the slippery whang, even as her mouth moved up and down on it. Several swirls of her tongue around the head of the captured click brought a moan of pleasure from the man.
"You're a talented cocksucker," the man wheezed out in compliment. His hands went straight for her tits. It was easy to lay his hands on the twin beauties, for her gown had opened in front while she squatted down to blow him.
'¶Is that doing it for you?" Debbi asked through a mouthful of cock. By the agitation of his thigh muscles, she knew he was getting aroused. His hands were frantic as they palmed the ripe tits. Her nipples were responding to the pressure of his fingers. She was beginning to get a sexy feeling in her own loing.
"You're good. About the best we've ever had here," Fati complimented. His hands left her breasts and possessively caressed her hair. The smooth and silken fabric made Fati groan in appreciation.
"Put my hair around your cock," Debbi whispered, anticipating what the man wanted.
"Oh yes, so lovely," the man murmured as he ran the silken strands over his saliva wet prick.
"Nice," Debbi commented. The hair felt dreamy to the man and Debbi could understand the sensation. It was one of the additional joys of making love with another woman. Having the long
hair rub over her naked flesh was a feeling Debbi treasured. Fati could help himself.
"In a drawer… put the gloves on… then fuck me," Fati said breathlessly.
"These?" Debbi asked, reaching in the bureau near the chair.
"Yes.., for the love of God… put them on and fuck me! I'm burning up!" Fati confessed, expelling a long gust of air in an effort to cool himself down. Debbi quickly put on the sheer velvet gloves and moved back toward the man. She tentatively stroked one gloved hand over his cock and balls. He jumped away at the contact.
"Easy, I don't want to spill over," Fati warned. Debbi couldn't resist the urge to rub the delicate material gently over her nipples. It was so soft as to produce a gentle groan of pleasure from deep within her grateful body.
"You put one on. Please," Debbi urged, not caring that she was taking liberties with her new employer.
"All fight," Fati agreed, "but mount me now. I want to feel you on me. I want to put my cock in you and fuck you." Debbi gingerly moved over the man's erection and fit the bloated, red knob up against her equally swollen pussy lips. It took only a minimal effort for Debbi to sit down and engage herself on the firm cock.
they gasped in unison as his cock slid rapidly and noisily into her well-greased sheath. They remained motionless for several seconds, savoring the satisfying feeling of having their genitals in nature's most intimate contact.
"It's so full in me," Debbi whined. She raised herself up and fell down on his cock.
"You're so hot. And your skin is softer than silk," Fati commented. His gloved hand moving
over her back made Debbi shiver. His thighs tensed to support the weight of her moving body as she began a frantic fuck.
"Oh, rub me with that glove!" Debbi begged. She was caught in the kinky sensation as the velvet gently caressed her moving ass. Her own gloved hand moved gently over the man's neck and back.
"Oh, I can feel it. Fuck me, girl!" Fati ordered. His prick was now being propelled upward by the force of his hips. Debbi felt the glove touch her clitoris and the tension in her body exploded. It was a sugary-sweet release of passion. The hot, syrupy liquids of sex flowed from deep in her womb and bathed the man's already glistening cock.
"Oh, it's happening to me!" Debbi squealed in pleasure. She wanted her new employer to come inside her even as her own body was being torn apart by orgasm. The man was struggling to make it, but age had slowed down his response.
"I'm almost… if you could only..
"Yes,'? Debbi said, her gloved hand reaching behind her own moving ass to caress his balls with the sensual velvet.
"I'm coming off!" Fati growled, his hands holding her shoulders down as his hips raised his cock fully into her. He held her thrashing body still as the hot seed ripped out of his balls and flooded her womb. The thick fluids were abundant and warm, giving Debbi the continuing pleasure of a come as reaction to the exploding cock within her. The pleasure was absolute and left both of the panting for breath.
"You're ready. You most certainly are needed here," Fati said breathlessly. Debbi could only smile. She was getting still another chance.