Monsters
By
Karen Singer
Chapter 29 – Dead Ends – Part 1 of 2
“What’s the word from Houghton?”
They only hit two of Beastman’s
places last night, but they wiped those places completely off the map.”
“Why only two? I thought they were going to keep going and
hit everything we know about.”
“That was the plan, but at one of
the first places they hit, two of their men went missing even before the action
started. They still wiped the place out,
but after that, Houghton called the whole thing off so they could search for
their missing men.”
“Did they find them?”
“No. According to Houghton, it’s like they
completely vanished.”
“Deserters are his problem. I still want him to eliminate Beastman.”
“He knows. But he’s sure his men didn’t desert. He thinks some of Beastman’s men caught them
and got them out of there. Now he’s
hopping mad about it, and evidently his men want payback.”
“Good! Maybe they have a little more incentive now
to get the job done.”
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“Fuckin’ shithead!” Vince Beastman
muttered angrily. “There’s no way he can
deny it wasn’t him now that killed our people.”
“No way!” one of his men agreed.
“Okay,” Beastman said. “These guys are going to be a problem. A big one.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t beat them. There’s still more of us than there are of them.”
“I want all our places surrounded
by men – all the time! And I want them
all heavily armed. Tell the men not to just
stand out in the open where their snipers can pick them off too easily. I want them all to take cover behind
something. Make barriers with cars if
they have to. Anything. Just make everyone is ready – all the time!”
“I’ll pass it on,” another of his
friends told him.”
“Now,” Beastman continued. “The drive-bys we tried haven’t worked out as
well as we hoped. We need something
better. We need to hit him where it
really hurts. Any ideas?”
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Having just the beige wall to look
at, so close to her face, was almost dizzying for Brandy’s tortured brain. She would never believe how powerful a thing
like taking away what little she had to look at before could be. It would be better if she was actually
blind. But she wasn’t blind. She could see the wall perfectly. There was just nothing on that wall to
see. Nothing.
The pain in her breasts from the
bucket hanging below them was monstrous.
As bad or worse than it had ever been.
Surely the bucket had to be overflowing by now. Surely!
When would they come in and empty it?
She heard sounds behind her. Men talking and laughing. She realized that she hadn’t heard the door
open. If anyone came in quietly, she would
never even know someone else was there.
She heard a loud slap and a man laughing…followed immediately by one of
the women starting to cry again. The
sounds behind her seemed to increase a little, but all that was immediately
wiped from her mind when she felt a hand suddenly run along the length of her
body. She hadn’t even known someone was
heading towards her.
And then there was a man standing
right in front of her, the fly on his pants lined up right with her face. He was too close for her to see his
face. If he stood back against the wall,
she wasn’t sure if he would still be too close for her to see his face. But she had an excellent view of him pulling
the fly on his pants down, and she had no choice but to watch as he pulled his
big cock out. Just as she had no choice
when he stuck it into her mouth.
Before she could fully react, her
face was rocked with pain when he slapped her hard. Her head locked so tightly in place felt like
it was going to split apart.
“Get busy! You’re going to learn to use that tongue of
yours better than you have in the past. You’re going to learn to put it to work
as good as you can the moment anything goes into your mouth. This is all you’re good for from now on, and
we’ve been told to make sure you learn that.
You’re nothing anymore, except a pleasure machine. Nothing.
Now get busy!”
Brandy’s face was slapped
again. Her head roared with pain like a
bad migraine.
“Get busy!” the man yelled. He slapped her face as hard as he could on
the other side.
Brandy was assaulted by pain. He slapped her again.
“I don’t stop until you start
learning your place. Get that tongue
working!” He slapped her again.”
Brandy didn’t even remember
starting to cry, but one fact came through loud and clear, if she didn’t get
him hard and get him off, then the pain was going to continue. And she had no way to fight against it. Her head was rocked by pain as he slapped her
yet again. Through the pain that
threatened to tear her head apart, she put her tongue to work on his limp penis
in her mouth. It was all she could do. As far as they were concerned, she was
nothing more than a pleasure machine for them now. Nothing more than two holes for them to use
in any way they wanted.
Nothing on her body could move,
except her toes, and her tongue, and she could blink. But that was it. All other movement for her had been rendered
impossible. And these people weren’t
interested if she could move her toes or blink her eyes. They were only interested in the movement of
the tongue in her mouth. That was
it. As the man had said, she had been
rendered into nothing more than a machine for them to use. A thing.
Otherwise, she was useless. No
longer human in their eyes.
“Harder!” the man ordered
sternly. “Faster. Put more effort into it!”
Brandy’s face got slapped again and
the pain roared through her entire head and down her rigidly held spine. She had no choice but to try to work faster
on him. No choice.
She felt his cock growing faster
now. There were place on it that seemed
to react more to her tongue than others.
She concentrated more on those places.
In moments, she wished she hadn’t as his cock began thrusting in and out
of her mouth, and it felt like it was going halfway down her throat. She had no choice though but to continue.
She knew he would keep at it, keep
nearly killing her, until he managed to spurt his junk into her…right down her
throat. She’d be lucky if it didn’t kill
her, or maybe she’d be luckier if it did kill her. But that was another thing she had no way of
controlling. Just like there was nothing
else she had any control over either.
Nothing!
In order to get him to stop, the
only thing she could do was to get him off faster. And the only way she had of doing that was to
keep working on him with her tongue. She
tried. There was nothing else she could
do. The feel of his cock continually
ramming the back of her throat was literally killing her. She couldn’t stand it. Her trying to get him off was mostly
desperation. How did those women who did
this all the time do it? She
couldn’t. She couldn’t stand it.
And then she felt him cumming. Squirting into her mouth. Squirting right down her throat. Thrust after thrust. Squirt after squirt. And then he slowed down. Her tongue slowed as well. She coughed and choked a bit with his cock
still in her mouth. She felt it
shrinking in her mouth, but he wasn’t removing it yet. Why?
Still, he seemed to be done, and that was a relief.
For as many times as she had been
forced to do this now, she still couldn’t handle it. She still hated it. And she still had no way to fight against
it. But they had fixed things so that
she would have no way to fight against it.
That was the purpose of the ring in her mouth, and all the rest of the
metal holding her entire body rigid.
“You’re going to learn to do this
better,” the man said menacingly. “Much
better!”
Brandy just wished he’d pull his
damn cock out of her mouth and go away. Why
wasn’t he? And then she found out when
her mouth was suddenly attacked by a strong stream of his pee rushing into it.
“Swallow!” the man commanded. “Swallow all of it!”
She swallowed, but not by
choice. It was either swallow or
die. Still, she was glad for as much of
it that fell out of her mouth so she wouldn’t have to swallow it. She was drowning! The pee stopped, but her mouth was still full
of it. Still full of his cock too. It was difficult to use her tongue to push
the pee out with his cock still there.
She was forced to swallow what was still in her mouth.
“You’re going to have to learn to
do that better too,” the man told her.
“Now clean me. Clean me off good. Every bit of it,” he demanded. “Put that tongue back to work!”
Brandy had no idea who this guy
was, but she hated him. She hated him
passionately. She had no choice but to
try and use her dirty, pee-soaked tongue to go over every bit of his penis she
could reach. Finally, she felt him
pulling out of her. She breathed in a
few breaths of air.
“You need a lot of work!” the man
muttered. She saw him put his cock back
in his pants and zip of his fly. Then he
walked away. She had never seen his face. She had no idea what he looked like. She was just glad he was gone.
Her head still felt like she had a
bad migraine. Her mouth tasted horrible
from all his pee. And even though it had
been just the one man, her tongue was already tired. She really hoped he would never come back.
Through the pain in her head. Through the horrible taste in her mouth, the
blank wall in front of her seemed to reach out and envelope her. Blankness.
Dullness. Nothing to focus
on. No stimulation at all. She closed her eyes, but her mind still
seemed to see that empty wall.
Another tear escaped her eye and
rolled down her cheek. Just thinking was
starting to become difficult. She
realized that they didn’t care if she could think or not. She could lose her mind completely and it
wouldn’t matter to them. As long as she
could still perform with her tongue. Or
maybe they didn’t care about that since they could still use her ass instead.
Blank. Nothing.
Two holes. A machine. A thing that could do nothing but bring them
pleasure…and feel pain.
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Susan wouldn’t normally do
this. This was something she knew that
even now, wasn’t necessary. People died
in this business every single day. She
had never, in her life, informed anyone that someone in the business had
died…unless that was information that was sold as part of a deal. But this time, she felt different about
it. There was no reason to contact Vinny
in Cleveland about Brandy. It was only
because of Carol that she was doing it.
Carol had somehow managed to fall in love with Brandy, and it seemed
that Brandy had loved Carol equally. Who
would have ever thought? But it was only
because of Carol, that Susan now picked up her phone.
It took her a few minutes to get through
to him, but eventually she heard his voice.
“This is Vinny.”
“Mr. Salduvicamervatori,” Susan
started. “This is Susan Wu, with Wu
Enterprises.”
“Wu Enterprises? What, you want money now for something you
didn’t tell me about?”
“No, Mr. Salduvicamervatori.”
“Please, it’s just Vinny.”
“Very well…Vinny. I’m only calling as a favor for someone
else. Someone who’s done a lot of work
for this company, and someone who I’m afraid has fallen deeply in love with
your niece, Brandy. And Brandy has
fallen in love with her.”
“Her?” Vinny replied. “Funny, I ain’t heard about it.”
“That’s why I’m calling. I’m afraid your niece is missing.”
“Missing! And how about this woman you say she’s in
love with? I know Brandy was supposed to
be working with one of your people.”
“Our agent has been searching
everywhere for your niece. She’s
convinced that Brandy is still alive but is being held captive somewhere. Personally, I’m not so sure anymore. It’s been a while now since she was taken.”
“You’re sure she was taken?”
“Positive. They resorted to using gas against her.”
“Gas! Huh!
Dirty play…not that anything is out of bounds. But there aren’t too many people who use
something like that.”
“We’re fairly sure we know who
took her, we just haven’t been able to find him either. I’m sorry to have to let you know about
this. As I said, I’m only calling
because someone else wanted me to.”
“Is this girl that Brandy’s been
working with, and evidently is now in love with, the one that rumors call
Death?”
“I’m afraid that’s her.”
“I told Brandy to watch out for
her.”
“Just as we told Carol to watch
out for Brandy.”
“Carol.”
“Her real name.”
“Not that it matters,” Vinny
replied.
“No. It doesn’t.
Carol had gone by dozens of different aliases over the years.”
“I’m sure she has. So what do you want from me?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all Mr…Vinny. I only wanted to let you know that Brandy is
missing. Carol, I’m afraid is insisting
on continuing to look for her. I’ve been
in the area, but it’s time now for me to close up shop and start sending my
people home.”
“Okay,” Vinny replied. “I know some people out in Las Vegas. I’ll fly out and have a little talk. Who did you think took her?”
“We’re sure it was one of the
city mob bosses. A man named Beastman.”
“Never heard of him. But I’ll look into it. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome Vinny,” Susan
replied. “And again. I’m very sorry.”
“Yeah. Me tool.”
“Vinny hung up the phone. Brandy was missing. Maybe dead.
Not good!”
“Sammy!” he yelled. When his old friend came into his office he said. “Book me a flight to Las Vegas. Brandy has gone missing.”
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