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Waiting for
Joseph
It spattered all over her
face. Hot, sticky fluid that trickled down her cheeks to disappear under her
chin. Some of it ran down the length of her nose to dribble between her
tightlypursed lips. Susan felt relieved that none of the fluid got in her eyes
this time. Her eyelashes were still cloyed with globules of the previous
spatter.
She moved her bare bottom slightly, trying to ease the
stiffness in her arms, which her captors had handcuffed to the rear of the
chair. Her back ached from sitting in an upright position for so long. Two
hours, according to the clock on the wall. She wondered why anybody needed a
clock in such a filthy, shabby basement.
Closing her eyes briefly, she
tried to remember what had happened. Everything seemed blank after the moment
when the five thugs abducted her off the street. They hit her over the head
before bundling her into a car and driving off at high speed. They were very
pleased that they were able to abduct a female detective so easily. Susan did
not recognize their faces, but she knew that all five were henchmen of Joseph
Rossi, the notorious gangster whom she and her colleagues had been
investigating for the past year.
They brought her to this dusty old
basement, in a disused building on the edge of town. They stripped her naked,
sat her on a chair and handcuffed her wrists behind it. Three of them took
turns to slap her around the face a few times, while another guy yanked her
long blonde hair until she squealed in pain. After that, they stopped hurting
her. They said they were waiting for Joseph to arrive.
Susan was
terrified by thoughts of what the evil mobster might do to her. She knew how
cruel he was, and how much he enjoyed inflicting pain. The police files
contained horrific photographs of Joseph Rossi's handiwork, his victims usually
being criminal associates who foolishly betrayed him. Susan could barely
imagine the kind of things he would do to a woman, especially a female
detective, a cop girl. It would hardly matter to him that she was a rookie of
twenty-three. Her age and inexperience were unlikely to attract leniency from
such a sadistic brute. The fact that she was young, blonde and extremely pretty
was not going to matter to a man who seemed to be devoid of mercy.
Another spray of sticky white fluid spattered her face. It was aimed at
her mouth, but only the first squirt hit the target. The rest gushed over her
breasts, making her pert orbs glisten. A large male hand reached out from the
shadows to smear the liquid over her nipples, a deed that brought sniggers from
the other thugs.
Susan reckoned that all five of her kidnappers had
probably ejaculated in her face at least twice. Two of them had done it three
times, or maybe even four times. The ordeal felt humiliating and incredibly
sordid. That was what the men wanted her to feel, of course. They wanted to
degrade her, to destroy her dignity, to make her feel like a worthless piece of
trash. They laughed whenever one of them shot a jet of semen at her grimacing
features. They chuckled as they held her mouth open while taking turns to
masturbate down her throat. They took great delight in reminding her that the
only reason she was not getting hurt right now was because they were waiting
for Joseph.
She wondered if the thugs had permanent erections, or maybe
they were so aroused by her nakedness that their cocks stayed hard even after
shooting a wad of jizz over her face and breasts. They groped her constantly,
relishing her distress as they explored her sexy young body. They enjoyed
squeezing her succulent tits and shoving their fingers inside her soft warm
cunt. Susan closed her eyes, trying to shut out the nightmare, but her ears
still heard the endless tirade of taunts and insults. One of the men stroked
her silky blonde tresses while promising that he would personally shave her
head. Another called her a Cop Slut, accusing her of sucking the penis of every
senior detective in the police department. The gang savored the dismay in her
eyes as they informed her that she would be held captive for the next seven
days, during which time she would be used as a sexual plaything by numerous
men, while Joseph Rossi forced her to endure the most depraved punishments that
his twisted mind could devise. Susan's panic-stricken expression amused and
excited her five abductors as they crowded around her, prompting them to rub
their stiff cocks to orgasm.
She heard their grunts and snarls, their
gasps and groans, as they masturbated feverishly. Semen squirted in her face
and onto her breasts as the leering men took turns to ejaculate. The fifth and
final thug sprayed his wayward jizz into her hair and was immediately jeered by
his buddies. At that moment, the door of the basement slowly opened to reveal a
huge, menacing figure in a dark suit. A wave of panic surged through Susan's
body, making her bosom heave breathlessly as she sat gasping in terror. Her
slender body squirmed on the chair while her wrists tugged desperately at the
handcuffs. Her blonde hair thrashed wildly from side to side and a whimper of
fear mewed behind her tightly-clenched teeth. She tensed, then jerked, then
tensed again, her spine arching in a graceful curve as she struggled bravely.
One of the thugs turned to the figure in the doorway and said: "She's
all yours, Joseph."
* * * * * * * Waiting for Joseph. Copyright
© Brendan X 2006. http://bondage.libriserotica.com
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