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.”
“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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