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moving through your body, as you enjoy tonight's show. Mary's
legs kicked out are bare feet making little impact even
when she did contact with someone. God, she wished she
had a pair of killer heels on right now. Then
she could show them just how lethal a well placed
foot could be. Apart from her genes, she was naked
and her assailant's hands were everywhere on her body, physically
dragging her by her breast as they pulled her through
the club to the rear entrance. Suddenly, she was veiled
in darkness as a Hessian sack shrouded her head. Fuck.
She knew what would happen next. She knew exactly what
the next moves were. She knew because over the past
year she had done it so often. She could smell
the fume of the waiting car outside, the stench burning
at her throat with a mixture of foul lodoran sphere.
Trying to struggle free of the zip cords around her wrists,
she grasped for the door frame as she felt the
afternoon breeze through the sack. Desperately, she tried to grasp
at the wood, but her hands found nothing but air.
She knew screaming was pointless. No one would listen. Kidnappings
were a daily occurrence in this part of town. Screaming
women with a sack over their head would ten to
a dime. There is no way anyone would pay her
the slightest attention. Better to save her energy for kicking
and punching. She hit the trunk of the car hard
before they closed the lid. She thought it had been
dark before, now it was pitch black. There was no
point wasting effort. She was trapped and any effort would
be truly spent uselessly. Much better to bide her time
and conserve her energy until she had an opportunity to
latch out. When the car eventually stopped, as she heard
doors opening and then closing, she held her breath, waiting
for the glimmer of sunlight to give her a signal.
Rolling on her back, she pulled her knees back against
her chest in preparation. When the din the sunlights flooded
the sack, she pushed out with her feet, a satisfying crunch,
giving her a reason to hope, a very short lived
reason to hope. As broad hands grappled with her body,
pulling her roughly from the car, she cursed at her
own body, the rough handling, and the summer breeze making
her naked nipples painfully erect. The daylight was brief before
it went dark again. Hearing the roll of shutters closing,
Merry knew she was inside a building, so this was it.
She knew what happened to people when they were dragged
into buildings with sacks over their head. Reacting with the
one thing she had left, she let her body go
completely limp. She was going to make the fuckers work
for it if they were going to kill her or worse.
Her naked feet dragged painfully over the glass strewn concrete.
She could fill the warm caress of blood on her feet.
There was only one set of hands on her that
was definite, but she could hear another set of footsteps nearby,
so there were only two of them. This she might
be able to handle. She had learned a lot in
the past year, and now it was time to put
that into action. Being limp, she was difficult to handle,
but when she felt the grip of her assailant had
just to try holding her tighter, she knew it was
now or never. She dropped suddenly to her knees, before
pushing back up with her legs, catching him under the
chin with the crown of her head. By the sounds
of the screams, his tongue had been between his teeth,
and this was probably a bloody mess. Now on the floor,
struggling to her feet, Mary managed to push off and
start running. Where she was going she didn't know, but
right now, anywhere it was better than here. Dragging the
makeshift hood from her head, the vastness of the warehouse
opened before her, fueling her adrenaline the glimmer of sunlight
edged around a door in the distance. Freedom beckoned even
without turning. She was aware of the man pursuing her
a little way behind. She didn't turn round. That would
just slow her running. It would distract her from the
one thing she needed to be focused on right now,
the axent. Reaching her hand forward, she could feel the
sweet breath of a breeze caress her fingers, just before
she felt the weight of a man wrap around her
and being and bring her roughly to the ground. She
struggled furiously under his bog, kicking with her feet, lashing
out with her tied wrists, before his hands grabbed her
hair and pulled her to her knees. A little passion
in a woman. I like that. A cruel face neared
at her, the harsh smell of tequila stinging her eye.
Grabbing her under an arm, he dragged her back to
the center of the room. The bloodied body of Andreas
hung from a hook from the roof far above, like
some animal carcass or waiting butchering. You should be proud
of him. He was very loyal to you. The bloodied
muscle and nerves that glistened where skin should have been
clearly displayed the pain he had endured in her name. God,
Mary just wished she could be as strong as him.
She needed to for her children. She felt her arms
might just be pulled out of her shoulder sockets. As
her wrist ties were put on a hook and hoisted
into the air. The warm trickle of blood that stemmed
from the bite of those ties washed down her arms,
panic coursing through a body. Mary kicked out with her feet,
but they were easily brushed away by the man watching her, laughing.
It's quite easy. You either work for us, or we'd
take your skin off until you agree to. If you
don't agree, then you'll die, and then we will bring
your children here to show them what happened to their
dear mamma, the man said, blood dripping down his chin.
Mary took a morsel of solace from the man laying
on the ground, the bloody mess that Mary presumed was
his tongue laying in front of him. She couldn't decide
if he was dead or just passed out. Either way,
she had reduced their numbers, and damn if she wouldn't
find a way to finish this one off. She was
not going to die like this, like fuck. She was
moving Andreas his lifeless corpse not two feet in front
of her. She could see every detail of his exposed muscles,
the skin flapping in the breeze where they had not
bothered to cut it off fully. In some places the
blood still glistened, but mostly are dry. She resisted the
urge to vomit, feeling the acid burning in her mouth.
She resisted the urge to vomit, feeling the acid burning
in her mouth. But first, I want to make sure
you don't run again, he said, walking to a brazier,
pulling a poker from the glowing coals. He silently returned
to Mary, grabbed an ankle, and ran the poker along
the sole of her feet, the blistering pain of the
heat forcing her to twist on the chains, biting her
lips to suppress a scream. She was not going to
give him that satisfaction. Tears stung at her eyes as
she squeezed and shut trying to shut out the pain.
Letting her ankle drop. He replaced the poker into the
brazier and went to the table. Sat next to it.
His fingers danced across the selection of knives sat out
on it, humming to himself as if deep in thought,
before he selected one long bladed knife and returned to Mary.
You know, I can make your pain last days, or
you can just agree that this is our territory now
and you will work for us, he said, with what
she assumed must be an attempted a smile. Holding her
ankle again, he placed the blade of the knife firmly
against her. Blood ran from the wound as he moved
the knife downwards. Mary tried to struggle, but his firm
grip resisted her. Moving the knife a short distance across
the leg, he duplicated the cut, a second stream of
blood moving down over her ankle before he moved the
knife in a slow arc and lazily joined the two cuts.
Moving the knife back to the top of the cuts.
He joined them before sliding the knife under her loose skin,
severing any remaining connections. As it pulled away, the cold
breeze stung at her bed nerve endings. Mary squeezed her
eyes shut to suppress a pain, resisting the urge to
black out from the sensations. She could hear him returning
to the table. Her tents. Her senses heightened by the
pain in her body. She could hear him humming again
before he fell silent, and a quiet tinkle sound as
if something metallic had fallen to the ground, before a
loud slumping sound, as if a lump of meat had
fallen on to the concrete. I did say we needed
to come to a deal urgently, A firmoniar voice said,
bring me ice, Paul said, in a tone that invited
no discussion, hoping beyond hope that this wasn't some weird
dream she was having. After she had blacked out, she
opened her eyes. The body of her torture lay in
a pool of blood on the ground, his throat cut.
Paul stood over him, staring curiously at the very knife
he had cut Mary with one of Paul's mentler, with
the chain suspending Mary before Paul slid the knife through
the ties on her wrists. Don't try to stand unsupported.
I will help you back to my car. Let's get
your wound treated and you're safe at the club, he said,
not waiting for a response, he carried her unresisting body
in his arms to his car. She must have black towel.
She didn't even remember the journey back to the club.
She didn't even remember her leg being bandaged or being
put into bed. When she opened her eyes, Paul was
sat next to her, caressing her hair gently. Take a moment,
he said, his eyes full of concern. Your club is
closed for the night, and my men are on watch
from two blocks away. You are perfectly safe for the moment. Suddenly,
a well of emotion erupted in merry tears streaming from
her eyes, her body shaking from the intensity of the
past few hours. Paul's arms were around her without hesitation,
pulling her head against his firm chest. The fuck are
we going to do, Paul, she managed between sobs. His
hand brushed down her back as he whispered. I have
a plan. What is it? She whispered, moving her head
back to look him in the eyes. Lost Moretos had
been taking over the small gangs for months now, torturing
and murdering their leaders before ruling the rest of the
gangs through fear. The members that are left are not happy,
he smiled gently, before continuing. We can use the meetings
where they collect the money to rid ourselves of Lost Moretos,
one area or at a time. We will take our
city back His fingers ran through her hair, caressing her firmly.
And as we take an area back, that gang will
join U. He pauses, if thinking of the right word, consortium.
He eventually said. We will operate as separate gangs, but
have a truce between us and areas drawn up. But
all gangs will answer to the consortium, he said, smiling.
And who will run this consortium? Mary asked, already knowing
at least part of his answer. We will, he said,
And you think this will work? Honestly, I don't think
we have another option, None of us do, he said,
his gaze firm and serious. Without thinking, Mary reached up
and pulled his head onto hers, their lips embracing in
a kid that spoke of mischiers, of missed opportunities. Her
hand slid over his stomach and found that bulge in
his pants, squeezing it firmly. She smiled at him before whispering,
Do you get as turned down by this shit as
I do? What do you think? He replied, simply, as
he moved his hand over her breast, firmly rubbing her
reck nipples between finger and thumb, forcing a moan from
her lips. Mary's finger moved over the buckle of his pants,
loosening them, before sliding his zipper down, pressing the palm
of her hand down his throbbing erection. Her fingers found
his balls, massaging them, smiling to herself as she felt
them tighten under his grip. Her fingers circled his cock,
tightening around it as she kissed down his body, gently
biting at his skin, enjoying them tremble in his cock
with every movement of her lips, her tongue, her teeth,
Finding the tip of his cock trembling for her mouth,
she kissed gently down his length, the tip of her
tongue caressing his desire, before sliding her lips over his balls,
sucking them hard into her mouth while sliding her hand
up and down his shaft. Paul's hips thrust into her hand,
his passion beyond his control, pulling his cock down to
her lips. Mary flicked her tongue around the very tip
of him, circling his burning cock, before sliding her lips
over it, slowly taking his cock inch by inch deep
into her throat, before dragging the edge of her teeth
back up his shaft, her tongue circling his cock viciously
once again. As she reached the tip of him, Paul
raised his hips again, thrusting his cock deep into Mary's throat.
His need greater than his self control definitely, Mary moved
her mouth back up, not giving him the satisfaction of
fucking her mouth deeply. She slid her mouth back up
and down the entire length of his cock three maybe
four times before she could feel the caress of his
pre com on her tongue. Maintaining her grip whilst sliding
his cock out of her mouth, she slowly maneuvered astride pul,
careful not to put any pressure on her injured leg.
You still want my pussy pul, she whispered, playfully, teasing
the tip of him against her raking Cleid you fucking
know it, he growled, desperation, echoing in his words. Mary
parted her lips, sliding his cock just inside her welcoming faults,
before moving her hands over his chest, grasping his chest
hair as she forced her pussy muscles tight around his
cock and push down hard onto him. Paul's back arched
in pleasure as his pelvis thrust in response, his cock
filling Mary's need that she had denied too long, her
lips stretching as they slid up and down his girth,
his hands finding her breasts, massaging them. Mary delighted in
watching the pleasure grow on his face, that burning passion,
that flame behind his eyes. Every push of her pussy,
every thrust of his cock just intensifying the pleasure. Reaching down,
she rubbed her clip furiously as their rhythm grew. Grasping
at his chest, she could feel her orcasm spraying through
her body. Gasping, she leaned heavily on her arm as
she felt his cock a rubbed, warm come inside of her,
trigging her own orgasm to explode through the intense sensations.
Don't move, she whispered, enjoying the sensation of the warm
waves of pleasure trembling through a pussy accentuated by a
still pulsing cock. As the sensations calmed, she could feel
the warm caress of his come escaping her pussy and
caressing the soft inside of her thighs. Holding his gaze,
she whispered, I think we could say that sails a deal,
smiling as she leaned down to kiss him in confirmation.
So I hope you've enjoyed the end of that little story.
Another one next week, another one on Monday. But in
the meantime and always with your pleasure in mind, this
is Devil and Wild, wishing you salacious dreams and ray
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