Monsters
By
Karen Singer
Chapter 21 – Playthings – Part 1 of 2
Carol sat on her motorcycle and
stared at the back of Lozano’s building where Brandy had been captured. Her eyes carefully scanned everything around
her. Still nothing. As she sat there, her mind couldn’t help but
bring back all the worries, fears, and memories of Brandy. Damn she missed her.
As she sat there staring around at too
much of nothing, she had to wonder again what had happened. Where was everybody? Susan had hinted that something had happened,
but she hadn’t known exactly what. It
had been a frustrating morning driving around to look at the few buildings she
knew to go to. The few empty
buildings. Worthless! It had been a complete waste of her time.
Her cell phone started vibrating in
her pocket. She pulled it out and saw it
was Susan calling. “Hello?”
“Carol,” Susan replied. “That report you wanted on Beastman’s
properties is ready. If you want it
right away, it’s at the restaurant.”
“Great! I’ve been driving around looking at useless
places. Everyplace I know to go seems to
be abandoned.”
“From what we’ve been able to piece
together so far, while you and Brandy were staying here for just that one night,
a major raid went down. From what we’re
seeing so far, it looks like most of the criminal organizations in the city
were hit. We still don’t know how many
are dead from any of them.”
“Most organizations?”
“So far, it’s looking like all of
them. We don’t have a clear picture yet,
but it sounds like those mercenaries you told us about went to great lengths to
put a dent in the population of Las Vegas.”
“Wow! I wouldn’t have expected that.”
“No. I’m sure nobody did. We’re still searching for answers. I’ll keep you up to date as best I can.”
“Thanks,” Carol told her. “I’m heading to the restaurant now. I need to find someone to talk to so I can
find out where Beastman is.”
“I’m sure you’ll eventually find
someone…and your friend Brandy. Wait!”
She paused for a moment. “Your mother just
asked me to tell you to bring her someone to play with. To be honest, she’s been sitting here doing
nothing for a long time now. Perhaps
bringing her more than one might be advisable.”
Carol smiled. “Tell her not to worry. A couple of playthings will be coming her way
just as soon as I find some. Have
someone standing by to pick them up when I call.”
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Brandy’s breasts felt like they
were on fire. The weight pulling them
down was getting worse. Very gradually
worse. So gradually, that she rarely
ever felt the change, but she knew for a fact that it did keep changing. She couldn’t feel herself peeing. Not at all.
But she knew that the tube they had stuck up into her was constantly
draining her bladder down into the bucket hanging from her breasts. Constantly adding a small bit of her pee each
time, making that bucket grow heavier and heavier. Just at a very, very slow pace. She was glad for the fact that they didn’t
just fill it with water and leave it that way.
But the ever-growing weight of the thing was holding her attention too
well. She couldn’t not think about it. Not only couldn’t she move a
muscle…anywhere…but she was forced to endure the ever worsening pulling on her
breasts. Pulling that made the pain
where they had attached something through each of her breasts hurt more and
more. Pain that she was now sure would
never end. And she could do absolutely
nothing about it.
Her hands hurt as well. The leather covers they had put on them were
still growing tighter. She was glad her
fingertips were no longer curled under. Otherwise,
she had no doubt that her fingernails would be cutting into her palms. And now the leather covers had grown so tight
that it almost felt like they were crushing her hands even with her fingers
held the way they were.
Her vagina burned too. The piercings and cable that had been laced through
them were a constant burn. A constant
bit of pure pain. And a constant
reminder of what they had done to her back there. Everything they had done to her, had been
done in such a way that she could never forget about any of it.
And then there was the other tiny bit
of irritation. One that she was sure
nobody but her would consider any problem at all. With her mouth stuck open, she kept drooling,
and she couldn’t easily stop it. She
kept trying to swallow her spit, but more than once she had felt it spilling
past her lips to run down her chin. She
wanted to wipe it off in the worst way.
But like everything else, that too was impossible.
Everything about her situations was
nothing but pure hell.
Her stomach growled again. Since she didn’t know how long she had been kept
unconscious. She didn’t know how long it
had been since she had last eaten.
Days? In that timeless room, she
had no concept of time. If she was
lucky, she would die of starvation. The
sooner the better.
She filled her endless time by
constantly wiggling her toes. The only
part of her body she could still move.
The door opened and she saw men
enter. She started panicking, knowing
the reason they were probably there.
“Yup!” one of them said as he
walked in. “There she is.”
“There it is,” another one seemed
to correct him as he entered.
“Whatever.”
“Hey,” another of them said. “There’s no one else here. Just her.”
“It! Remember?”
Brandy counted four of them. What surprised her was that it was two black
men, and two white men. And they all
seemed to be talking like friends. If
Beastman hired all black men, did they all work for him? She had no choice but to watch as they
crossed the room toward her. Three of
them moved beside her where she couldn’t see them anymore, but she had a
perfect view of one of them pulling the fly down on his pants right in front of
her.
“So, do you know where you’re going
after this?” Brandy heard one of them say.
The man who was just pulling his
penis out of his pants replied.
“Vegas. And from what I hear, I
could be moving out soon.”
Brandy’s panic level went way up as
she watched him approach. All too
quickly, he was stuffing his penis right in her mouth. The invasion was so horrible, she couldn’t
help but try to fight him off with her tongue, which only seemed to make him
grow that much faster. No!
“You actually heard something?” the
other man said.
“Nothing official. I was just told I might be needed sooner than
they anticipated. I was told to start
reading up on everything they didn’t cover yet, just in case. I know a couple of other guys here got told
the same thing.”
“Damn. That’s quick.”
“Yeah,” Brandy heard the guy whose
penis was in her mouth reply proudly. “I’ve
only been here a couple of weeks.”
Brandy couldn’t believe it, the men
were standing there holding a conversation while one of them was raping her
mouth…as if she wasn’t really there and could hear them. Her bigger problem though was the guy shoving
his dick in and out of her mouth, choking her and making her gag in the worst
way. How the hell did some of those
women do it who could take a monster cock right down their throat? This guy was killing her.
Then, while all four of them
continued talking as if she wasn’t there, she felt someone spreading her ass
cheeks. No! But as she now knew all too well, she had no
way to fight back or hinder them at any way at all. They could use her far too easily, and she
could do nothing at all about it. She
felt tears running down her cheeks again.
Her situation was nothing but hopeless.
She was stuck where she was, the way she was. She had been put there for no other reason
than for men to come in and use her in any way they wanted.
As she gagged helplessly and did
her best to breathe, she cried bitter tears again. And the men seemed to act like she was
nothing more than an inanimate object. She
felt hopeless. Totally hopeless. Well, not quite hopeless. She had one, and only one, small bit of hope
that she clung too and thought about constantly. Carol.
Carol had to find her. Please
Carol. Find me soon!
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