Everybody Love's Raymond's Wife

Chapter 24

Mr. Bradley stepped down from his private jet already in a bad mood. He had just learned from his own private sources, that the Justice department was even closer than he had thought to filing charges against him. His seedy business tactic's may yet do him in it appeared. He had made underhanded deals across the globe, not caring if the nations he traded with were in good standing with the U.S. or not. He had made an even larger fortune in trading in black market oil and technology with terrorist states.

He took a seat in his limo, contemplating just who he had to bribe, or who to have killed, in order to prevent any indictments, when his assistant, a beautiful voluptuous young blonde handed him the car's cell phone, telling him it was an urgent call. He listened, growing even angrier, as he heard of Debra's failure to return to the gym. She was now three hours over due, and Gerald had already stepped in to cover for her at home.

Gerald called Linda, Debra's friend, and had her call Amy, asking her to pick up the kids, giving her a story that Debra was on her way to pick her up and drive her to New Hampshire, to visit her father. who had just had a stroke.

She asked Amy to call and tell Marie for her and Debra.

Gerald had also checked with the customer who told him that Debra had been there for less than an hour, much earlier that morning. He then had the office's garage checked for the car that she was driving, only to find it missing too.

Debra had yet to activate the car's GPS. alarm system, so no one was sure if she was in trouble, or had just decided to take off, deciding that she couldn't be Mr. Bradley's whore anymore. Mr. Bradley hung up even angrier than he had been. Debra was his newest slut, and he had been out of town for almost the entire time that she had been under his control. He told Gerald to take things easy on her, as he planned on breaking her himself, when he returned to the states.

Debra, for her part was in hell. Her mind was no longer in a place where she felt at home, due to the effects of the drugs shot into her arm. She was in serious physical pain, her fat lip throbbing, her vagina a fiery pit of pain itself. Her breasts and wrist were bruised and sore from hours of abuse at the hands of the brutal men.

She had been given a second shot of drugs, before the other whore had been instructed to put her to work on the street. She was dressed like a real street walking whore, in a cheap, leopard skin, one piece dress, and a pair of mid-thigh leather boots, with 4 inch heels. She serviced her first customer in the bathroom of a bar. He had paid her for a blow job, but did her from behind against the wall of a stall anyway.

The second John had taken her to a nearby hotel, where the girls rented the rooms by the hour. He had forced her to peel the trashy dress off, and climbed on top of her on the bed. He was a biter, and left teeth marks on her nipples and breasts before he shot his load into the condom, and left her crying, and in pain. Trixy showed no sympathy for Debra's plight, as she had done the brutal thug herself several times a month, over the past year. She strolled into the hotel room, as the brute was leaving, to show Debra's next John in, and take her cut of Debra's earnings.

She whispered in Debra's ear, "You're gonna to have to earn my money tonight too sugar, while I show you the ropes. So speed it up with the Johns, a thousand is a lot to make, especially since yo started so late."

Debra pleaded for her to stop, as the uncaring whore grabbed her hand, and pulled Debra's wedding ring from her shaking finger. Trixy gazed at the diamond commenting on how much she would get for it at the shop the next day, as she left Debra alone with her next partner.

He was as rough as anyone had been, taking his belt to her ass, when she wouldn't stop crying about her ring. She only made things worse, by trying to run out after Trixy, to get her ring back, causing the John to employ his belt as a collar around her neck, as he ravished her, while she gasped for breath.

After her third John, she had made just $85 dollars, after paying for the motel room. Her fifth John of the day had taken her into an alley, and then stiffed her on the bill, when he saw a cop car drive down the road.

Drugged as she was, she still knew how wrong this was, as the officers escorted her back to their conveniently hidden car, parked behind a dumpster and took their payment for looking the other way in trade. The first officer had used her ass, pushing her across the bench of the back seat, and with her knees on the concrete, he pounded into her already pained body.

His partner had found her still kneeling on her knees, and forced her to her feet, before forcing her over the hood of the car. He then claimed that he was going to search her for drugs and weapons, before pulling her tits free of her dress, and then bit and sucked on them violently. His attack on her chest continued, as he worked himself to an erection, and then he took her in the ass as well, unlubricated, while he worked over her tits and nipples roughly, adding to her pain.

She was then forced to work a street corner, like any common whore. She serviced Johns in their cars, as well as in alley's and doorways, as she became an average working girl, on the streets of the Big Apple. The action was brisk in the early evening, but died down after midnight. Her tutor was an old pro, and had been walking the streets for eighteen months, while working for Tyrone. Debra shuddered, when she was told that she would get Tyrone's mark tattooed right above her cunt, if he couldn't sell her to someone else by the next day. She wasn't sure what frightened her more, spending the rest of her days working as a common whore for the thug, or the unknown fate that would await her by being sold for drugs to someone else.

Trixy took her to a seedy bar a little after midnight, when the traffic outside died down. She had Debra do the bartender for free. He was the gentlest lover she had been with since her ordeal began. He gave her a drink and after trying to calm her fears down, began kissing and groping her, before working into having her suck him to erection. Once his cock was standing at attention, he gently guided her to sit in his lap, as he slowly slid his condom covered prick into her painfully irritated cunt. He helped the girls by sending Johns their way, and letting the women do their work in the small cove, housing a pool table and a pinball machine in his bar.

Trixy started servicing a few John's herself, sure that Debra would never earn their night's quota on her own. Debra was scared that the glass of the pinball machine would shatter under her weight, especially while she was being pounded, When the first John placed her on top of the machine. But after the third man had pummeled her on the cold glass, The fear had all but left her hazy and disturbed mind, as the pain and humiliation of her evening continued. She found the feel of the orange pool table's felt more comfortable, but no less humiliating, as man after man screwed her for forty dollars a trick. Sixty bought them a double.

Hours later, and after more partners than she thought could be found within a few block area, she was back at Tyrone's place, entertaining two of his friends. The men where there to sample Debra and that's just what they did.

After injecting her with another shot of drugs, they took the strung out whore for a test drive. The pair worked together well, man-handling her between them as they swapped positions repeatedly, moving from her ass, cunt and mouth in long hard sessions, forcing her into every sexual position imaginable.

Each man had taken her several times, before the trio passed out on the bed, the men's semen mixed with her sweat. She was startled by the sound of gunshots, as flashes of the bullets being fired from guns lit up the dingy apartment.

A nylon bag pulled over her head, was the last thing that she saw before being carried from the room.

Since Debra had not activated the alarm, Bradley's men had been unable to locate the car or her until the punk who stole her keys began pressing the button in the garage hoping to make the car honk, or its lights flash, so he could more quickly locate his booty. The man who had stolen the keys was unlucky enough to have walked into Mr. Bradley's men, just outside of his scummy apartment, where he had parked the car, to get some of his things before trying to sell the car to a local used car dealer. With its GPS system activated, Mr. Bradley's men had found its location shortly after he had stopped. They took him back to an abandoned warehouse for questioning.

After being worked over quite brutally, he told them that she had been abducted by a hoodlum and pimp, who had felt that she was moving in on his territory.

The thug who had stolen her keys had shown no loyalty to his friend Tyrone, and so his death was quick, and relatively painless, right after telling them where she was.

Tyrone had been less lucky in that regard. After his knee caps had been blown out, he found the pain continued to grow even worse, as one by one, his fingers were broken, and then cut off. He was left to die with blood gushing from his wounds, while his castrated cock was left stuffed down his throat.

Debra spent the night under interrogation herself, as several strange, evil men questioned the stoned woman about what she had told the thug, or anyone else for that matter. They wanted to know what she had done on her own, or at Tyrone's directions, and every detail about her time in his employ. She told them of her activities over the past few weeks, and her need for well endowed forceful men, in order to fulfill her sexually. She was then left to sleep, while her fate was decided.

She had no idea how lucky she was that the men had found no reason to think that she had betrayed Mr. Bradley, or the dungeon, while she had been drugged.

Even as her questioning had continued, preparations for her fiery death in a single car accident proceeded. Only after hearing the men's report, did Mr. Bradley himself decide to spare her pathetic life. He decided, that at least for the time being, she would live, if she survived the night ahead of her.

Bradley was infuriated that she wouldn't be able to work as a whore for him now for at least a month, until he was sure that she was clean of any STD's.

He had made big plans for her, including another appointment with her father, but now he would have to send a different slut to broker the deal.

He would make her pay for what she had done however, and if it was big powerful cocks that she needed, then he knew just where to find them for her. She had screwed up royally, and now she would be made to suffer for her mistakes. He would have to put her on the bench, until she was given a clean bill of health, but he would make sure that she would need that time to recuperate from what he had planned for her, if she survived the ordeal at all.