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Speaker 1: as you listen to my voice and feel the story
Speaker 1: moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's show. Mary's
Speaker 1: legs kicked out, her bare feet, making little impact even
Speaker 1: when she did contact with someone. God, she wished she
Speaker 1: had a pair of killer heels on right now. Then
Speaker 1: she could show them just how lethal a well placed
Speaker 1: foot could be. Apart from her genes, she was naked,
Speaker 1: and her assailant's hands were everywhere on our body, physically
Speaker 1: dragging her by her breast as they pulled her through
Speaker 1: the club to the rear entrance. Suddenly she was veiled
Speaker 1: in darkness as a Hessian sack shrouded her head. Fuck,
Speaker 1: she knew what would happen next. She knew exactly what
Speaker 1: the next moves were. She knew because over the past
Speaker 1: year she had done it so often. She could smell
Speaker 1: the fume of the waiting car outside, the stench burning
Speaker 1: at her throat with a mixture of foul lodoran sphere.
Speaker 1: Trying to struggle free of the zip cords around her wrists,
Speaker 1: she grasped for the door frame as she felt the
Speaker 1: afternoon breeze through the sack. Desperately, she tried to grasp
Speaker 1: at the wood, but her hands found nothing but air.
Speaker 1: She knew screaming was pointless. No one would listen. Kidnappings
Speaker 1: were a daily occurrence in this part of town. Screaming
Speaker 1: women with the sack over their head were ten to
Speaker 1: a dime. There is no way anyone would pay her
Speaker 1: the slightest attention. Better to save her energy for kicking
Speaker 1: and punching. She hit the trunk of the car hard
Speaker 1: before they closed the lid. She thought it had been
Speaker 1: dark before, now it was pitch black. There was no
Speaker 1: point wasting effort. She was trapped and any effort would
Speaker 1: be truly spent uselessly. Much better to bide her time
Speaker 1: and conserve her energy until she had an opportunity to
Speaker 1: latch out. When the car eventually stopped, as she heard
Speaker 1: doors opening and then closing, she held her breath, waiting
Speaker 1: for the glimmer of sunlight to give her a signal.
Speaker 1: Rolling on her back, she pulled her knees back against
Speaker 1: her chest in preparation. When the dinner the sunlight flooded
Speaker 1: the sack. She pushed out with her feet, a satisfying crunch,
Speaker 1: giving her a reason to hope, a very short lived
Speaker 1: reason to hope, as broad hands grappled with her body,
Speaker 1: pulling her roughly from the car. She cursed at her
Speaker 1: own body, rough handling in the summer breeze, making her
Speaker 1: naked nipples painfully erect. The daylight was brief before it
Speaker 1: went dark again. Hearing the roll of shutters closing, Mary
Speaker 1: knew she was inside a building, so this was it.
Speaker 1: She knew what happened to people when they were dragged
Speaker 1: into buildings with sacks over their head. Reacting with the
Speaker 1: one thing she had left, she let her body go
Speaker 1: completely limp. She was going to make the fuckers work
Speaker 1: for it if they were going to kill her or worse.
Speaker 1: Her naked feet dragged painfully over the glass strewn concrete.
Speaker 1: She could feel the warm caress of blood on her feet.
Speaker 1: There was only one set of hands on her, that
Speaker 1: was definite, but she could hear another set of footsteps nearby,
Speaker 1: so there were only two of them. This she might
Speaker 1: be able to handle. She had learned a lot in
Speaker 1: the past year, and now it was time to put
Speaker 1: that into action. Being she was difficult to handle, but
Speaker 1: when she felt the grip of her assailant ad just
Speaker 1: to try holding her tighter, she knew it was now
Speaker 1: or never. She dropped suddenly to her knees, before pushing
Speaker 1: back up with her legs, catching him under the chin
Speaker 1: with the crown of her head. By the sounds of
Speaker 1: the screams, his tongue had been between his teeth, and
Speaker 1: this was probably a bloody mess. Now on the floor,
Speaker 1: Struggling to her feet, Mary managed to push off and
Speaker 1: start running. Where she was going she didn't know, but
Speaker 1: right now, anywhere was better than here. Dragging the makeshift
Speaker 1: hood from her head, the vastness of the warehouse opened
Speaker 1: before her, fueling her adrenaline. The glimmer of sunlight edged
Speaker 1: around a door in the distance. Freedom beckoned even without turning,
Speaker 1: she was aware of the man pursuing her a little
Speaker 1: way behind. She didn't turn round. That would just slow
Speaker 1: her running. It would distract her from the one thing
Speaker 1: she needed to be focused on right now, the axent.
Speaker 1: Reaching her hand forward, she could feel the sweet breath
Speaker 1: of a breeze caress her fingers, just before she felt
Speaker 1: the weight of a man wrap around her and being
Speaker 1: and bring her roughly to the ground. She struggled furiously
Speaker 1: under his bog, kicking with her feet, lashing out with
Speaker 1: her tied wrists before his hands grabbed her hair and
Speaker 1: pulled her to her knees. A little passion in a woman,
Speaker 1: I like that. A cruel face neared at her, the
Speaker 1: harsh smell of tequila stinging her eyes. Grabbing her under
Speaker 1: an arm, he dragged her back to the center of
Speaker 1: the room. The bloodied body of Andreas hung from a
Speaker 1: hook from the roof far above, like some animal carcass
Speaker 1: or waiting butchering. You should be proud of him. He
Speaker 1: was very loyal to you. The bloodied muscle and nerves
Speaker 1: that glistened where skin should have been clearly displayed the
Speaker 1: pain he had endured in her name. God. Mary just
Speaker 1: wished she could be as strong as him. She needed
Speaker 1: to for her children. She felt her arms might just
Speaker 1: be pulled out of her shoulder sockets. As her wrist
Speaker 1: ties were put on a hook and hoisted into the air.
Speaker 1: The warm trickle of blood that stemmed from the bite
Speaker 1: of those ties washed down her arms, panic coursing through
Speaker 1: her body. Mary kicked out with her feet, but they
Speaker 1: were easily brushed away by the man watching her, laughing,
Speaker 1: it's quite easy. You either work for us, or we'd
Speaker 1: take your skin off until you agree to. If you
Speaker 1: don't agree, then you'll die, and then we will bring
Speaker 1: your children here to show them what happened to their
Speaker 1: dear mamma, the man said, blood dripping down his chin.
Speaker 1: Mary took a morsel of solace from the man laying
Speaker 1: on the ground bl bloody mess that Mary presumed was
Speaker 1: his tongue. Laying in front of him, She couldn't decide
Speaker 1: if he was dead or just passed out. Either way,
Speaker 1: she had reduced their numbers, and damn if she wouldn't
Speaker 1: find a way to finish this one off. She was
Speaker 1: not going to die like this, like fuck. She was
Speaker 1: moving Andreas, his lifeless corpse not two feet in front
Speaker 1: of her. She could see every detail of his exposed muscles,
Speaker 1: the skin flapping in the breeze where they had not
Speaker 1: bothered to cut it off fully. In some places the
Speaker 1: blood still glistened, but mostly it had dried. She resisted
Speaker 1: the urge to vomit, feeling the acid burning in her mouth.
Speaker 1: She resisted the urge to vomit, feeling the acid burning
Speaker 1: in her mouth. But first I want to make sure
Speaker 1: you don't run again, he said, walking to a brazier,
Speaker 1: pulling a poker from the glowing coals. He silently returned
Speaker 1: to Marry, grabbed an ankle, and ran the poker along
Speaker 1: the sole of her feet, the blistering pain of the
Speaker 1: heat forcing her to twist on the chains, biting her
Speaker 1: lips to suppress a scream. She was not going to
Speaker 1: give him that satisfaction. Tears stung at her eyes as
Speaker 1: she squeezed and shut trying to shut out the pain.
Speaker 1: Letting her ankle drop. He replaced the poker into the
Speaker 1: brazier and went to the table sat next to it.
Speaker 1: His fingers danced across the selection of knives, sat out
Speaker 1: on it, humming to himself as if deep in thought,
Speaker 1: before he selected one long bladed knife and returned to Mary.
Speaker 1: You know, I can make your pain last days, or
Speaker 1: you can just agree that this is our territory now
Speaker 1: and you will work for us, he said, with what
Speaker 1: she assumed must be an attempted to smile. Holding her
Speaker 1: ankle again face a blade of the knife firmly against her.
Speaker 1: Blood ran from the wound as he moved the knife downwards.
Speaker 1: Mary tried to struggle, but his firm grip resisted her,
Speaker 1: moving the knife a short distance across her leg. He
Speaker 1: duplicated the cut, a second stream of blood moving down
Speaker 1: over her ankle before he moved the knife in a
Speaker 1: slow arc and lazily joined the two cuts, moving the
Speaker 1: knife back to the top of the cuts. He joined
Speaker 1: them before sliding the knife under her loose skin, severing
Speaker 1: any remaining connections. As it pulled away. The cold breeze
Speaker 1: stung at her bed in herve vendings. Mary squeezed her
Speaker 1: eyes shut to suppress a pain, resisting the urge to
Speaker 1: black out from the sensations. She could hear him returning
Speaker 1: to the table her tents, her senses heightened by the
Speaker 1: pain in her body. She could hear him humming again
Speaker 1: before he fell silent, and a quiet tinkle sound as
Speaker 1: if something metallic had fallen to the ground, before a
Speaker 1: loud slumping sound, as if a lump of meat had
Speaker 1: fallen onto the concrete. I did say we needed to
Speaker 1: come to a deal urgently, A firmoniar voice said, bring
Speaker 1: me ice, Paul said, in a tone that invited no discussion,
Speaker 1: hoping beyond hope that this wasn't some weird dream she
Speaker 1: was having. After she had blacked out, she opened her eyes.
Speaker 1: The body of her torture lay in a pool of
Speaker 1: blood on the ground, his throat cut. Paul stood over him,
Speaker 1: staring curiously at the very knife he had cut Mary
Speaker 1: with one of Paul's mentlerwered the chain, suspending Mary before
Speaker 1: Paul slid the knife through the ties on her wrists.
Speaker 1: Don't try to stand unsupported. I will help you back
Speaker 1: to my car. Let's get your wound tread, and you're
Speaker 1: safe at the club, he said, not waiting for a response,
Speaker 1: he carried her unresisting body in his arms to his car.
Speaker 1: She must have black towel. She didn't even remember the
Speaker 1: journey back to the club. She didn't even remember her
Speaker 1: leg being bandaged or being put into bed. When she
Speaker 1: opened her eyes, Paul was sat next to her, caressing
Speaker 1: her hair gently. Take a moment, he said, his eyes
Speaker 1: full of concern. Your club is closed for the night,
Speaker 1: and my men are on watch from two blocks away.
Speaker 1: You are perfectly safe for the moment. Suddenly, a well
Speaker 1: of emotion erupted in Mary, tears streaming from her eyes,
Speaker 1: her body shaking from the intensity of the past few hours.
Speaker 1: Paul's arms were around her without hesitation, pulling her head
Speaker 1: against his firm chest. The fuck are we going? To do,
Speaker 1: Paul between sobs, His hand brushed down her back as
Speaker 1: he whispered, I have a plan. What is it? She whispered,
Speaker 1: moving her head back to look him in the eyes.
Speaker 1: Los Moretos have been taking over the small gangs for
Speaker 1: months now, torturing and murdering their leaders before ruling the
Speaker 1: rest of the gangs through fear. The members that are
Speaker 1: left are not happy, he smiled gently, before continuing, we
Speaker 1: can use the meetings where they collect the money to
Speaker 1: rid ourselves of Los Moretos, one area at a time.
Speaker 1: We will take our city back. His fingers ran through
Speaker 1: her hair, caressing her firmly. And as we take an
Speaker 1: area back, that gang will join. Now he pauses, as
Speaker 1: if thinking of the right word consortium. He eventually said,
Speaker 1: We will operate as separate gangs would have a truce
Speaker 1: between us and areas drawn up, but all gangs will
Speaker 1: answer to the consortium, he said, smiling. And who will
Speaker 1: run this consortium? Mary asked, already knowing at least part
Speaker 1: of his answer. We will, he said, And you think
Speaker 1: this will work? Honestly, I don't think we have another option,
Speaker 1: None of us do, he said, his gaze firm and serious,
Speaker 1: without thinking, Mary reached up and pulled his head onto hers,
Speaker 1: their lips embracing in a kiss that spoke of mischiars,
Speaker 1: of missed opportunities. Her hand slid over his stomach and
Speaker 1: found that bulge in his pants, squeezing it firmly. She
Speaker 1: smiled at him before whispering, do you get as turned
Speaker 1: down by this shit as I do? What do you think?
Speaker 1: He replied him, as he moved his hand over her breast,
Speaker 1: firmly rubbing her reck nipples between finger and thumb, forcing
Speaker 1: a moan from her lips. Mary's finger moved over the
Speaker 1: buckle of his pants, loosening them, before sliding his zipper down,
Speaker 1: pressing the palm of her hand down his throbbing erection.
Speaker 1: Her fingers found his balls, massaging them, smiling to herself
Speaker 1: as she felt them tighten under his grip. Her fingers
Speaker 1: circled his cock, tightening around it as she kissed down
Speaker 1: his body, gently biting at his skin, enjoying the tremble
Speaker 1: in his cock with every movement of her lips, her tongue,
Speaker 1: her teeth, finding the tip of his cock trembling for
Speaker 1: her mouth, she kissed gently down his length, the tip
Speaker 1: of her tongue, caressing his desire before sliding her lips
Speaker 1: over his balls, sucking them hard into her mouth while
Speaker 1: sliding her hand up and down his shaft. Paul's hips
Speaker 1: thrust into her hand, his passion beyond his control, pulling
Speaker 1: his cock down to her lips. Mary flicked her tongue
Speaker 1: around the very tip of him, circling his burning cock,
Speaker 1: before sliding her lips over it, slowly taking his cock
Speaker 1: inch by inch deep into her throat, before dragging the
Speaker 1: edge of her teeth back up his shaft, her tongue
Speaker 1: circling his cock viciously once again. As she reached the
Speaker 1: tip of him, Paul raised his hips again, thrusting his
Speaker 1: cock deep into Mary's throat. His need greater than his
Speaker 1: self control definitely, Mary moved her mouth back up, not
Speaker 1: giving him the satisfaction of fucking her mouth deeply. She
Speaker 1: slid her mouth back up and down the entire length
Speaker 1: of his cock three maybe four times before she could
Speaker 1: feel the caress of his pre com on her tongue
Speaker 1: maintain her grip whilst sliding his cock out of her mouth.
Speaker 1: She slowly maneuvered astride Paul, careful not to put any
Speaker 1: pressure on her injured leg. You still want my pussy, Paul,
Speaker 1: she whispered, playfully, teasing the tip of him against her
Speaker 1: raking clid. You fucking know it, he growled, desperation, echoing
Speaker 1: in his words. Mary parted her lips, sliding his cock
Speaker 1: just inside her welcoming folds, before moving her hands over
Speaker 1: his chest, grasping his chest hair as she forced her
Speaker 1: pussy muscles tight around his cock and pushed down hard
Speaker 1: onto him. Paul's back arched in pleasure as his pelvis
Speaker 1: thrust in response, his cock filling Mary's need that she
Speaker 1: had denied too long, her lips stretching as they slid
Speaker 1: up and down his girth, his hands finding her breasts
Speaker 1: massaging them. Mary delighted in watching the pleasure grow on
Speaker 1: his face, that burning passion, that flame behind his eyes.
Speaker 1: Every push of her pussy, every thrust of his cock,
Speaker 1: just intensifying the pleasure. Reaching down, she rubbed her clip
Speaker 1: furiously as their rhythm grew. Grasping at his chest, she
Speaker 1: could feel her orgasm spraying through her body. Gasping, she
Speaker 1: leaned heavily on her arm as she felt his cock
Speaker 1: a rubbed, warm come inside of her, trigging her own
Speaker 1: orcasm to explode through the intense sensations. Don't move, she whispered,
Speaker 1: enjoying the sensation of the warm waves of pleasure trembling
Speaker 1: through a pussy accentuated by a still pulsing cock. As
Speaker 1: the sensations calmed, she could feel the warm caress of
Speaker 1: his com escaping her pussy and caressing the soft inside
Speaker 1: of her thighs. Holding his gaze, she whispered, I think
Speaker 1: we could say that seals a deal, smiling as she
Speaker 1: leaned down to kiss him in confirmation. So I hope
Speaker 1: you've enjoyed the end of that little story. Another one
Speaker 1: next week, another one on Monday, but in the meantime,
Speaker 1: and always with your pleasure in mind. And this is
Speaker 1: Devil in Wild, wishing you salacious.
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