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time to release that in a woman as you listen
to my voice and feel the story moving through your
body as you enjoy tonight's show. Mary's legs kicked out,
her 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 the
sack over their head were tent, 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 lash 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 dinner,
the sunlight 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, Mary 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 feel 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 limped,
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 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'd like that. A cruel face
neared at her, the harsh smell of tequila stinging her eyes.
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.
Speaker 2: 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
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 mama, 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 it had dried. 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'll work for us, he said, with what she
assumed must be an attempted to 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 ferremoniar 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 Mery with.
One of Paul's medlerwered 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 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 vanished 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. Los moretos have 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 Los Moretos. One area 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. Now, he paused, as
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 on
to hers, their lips embracing in a kiss 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 his
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
the 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 come 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 clid. 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 pushed 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, is hands finding her breasts,
massaging them. Merry 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 orgasm 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
orcasm 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 com 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. And this is
Devil and Wild wishing you salacious dreams as you have
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