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ONE
Matthew Winton struggled to keep his eyes from fixating on the huge tits sitting across the desk from him. Katherine “Kit” Marshall, his star reporter, was staring back at him, daring him not to look in her eyes. This was not too difficult for Matt since Kit had beautiful dark green eyes that accented her blazing red hair. Still the humongous orbs that projected from her chest were topics of intense discussion among all of the male employees at the Tribune.
Kit knew this and exploited it to her fullest by wearing tight dresses with plunging necklines that showed remarkable cleavage. Her trim waist and narrow hips belied the upper portion of her torso and made her all the sexier. The female employees all despised her but that didn’t bother Kit. She enjoyed her status as an investigative reporter and pretty much got her way around the paper whenever she wished.
“Kit, I have to commend you on your series on Sam Roffino. That mob boss seems to lead a Teflon life as far as the Feds are concerned. Why he hasn’t been brought up on RICO charges I don’t understand. The paper has received hundreds of letters and phone calls praising your stories. I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t get an award for this.”
“Thanks, Matt. The satisfaction in exposing that crook is award enough for me. The FBI has called me, asking for my sources, which, of course, I couldn’t give them. If they were half as smart as they think they are, they should have found them way before I did. In any event, Roffino has gone under cover and my guess is that in a year, everyone will have forgotten about him and my story. That’s the way things go, isn’t it? After all, look at O.J.”
‘Yeah, the world isn’t fair, Kit. I just wanted to call you in and congratulate you on a great series of articles. Keep up the good work!”
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Kit cleaned off her desk and took her mirror out of her purse to inspect her makeup. It was Friday and she always stopped at Bert’s to have a drink or two with some of the other reporters. With no plans for the weekend, she sighed and locked her desk and turned out the lights in her office.
Bert’s was at the corner of the block where the Tribune’s office was located. As Kit entered she paused to absorb the electric atmosphere generated by dozens of white-collar employees preparing for a fun weekend. Seeing several of her group standing at the bar, she worked her way through the crowd to join them.
“Hi, gang! I see you started without me!” Turning to the bartender, she ordered a Cosmopolitan.
Absorbed in conversation with members of her group, Kit didn’t notice the burly individual that elbowed his way to the bar to stand next to her. Neither she nor her companions took note of the fact that the man dropped a small pill into Kit’s drink that dissolved immediately. He ordered a beer and took the bottle and left, seemingly looking for a table. No one noticed that he set the beer down on the other end of the bar and left the establishment.
“Whooo! Those Cosmo’s are potent!” Kit exclaimed. “I think I’d better get some fresh air!”
Weaving a bit, Kit worked her way toward the front door and staggered out to the sidewalk. Taking a deep breath, she leaned against the building and rubbed her forehead in an attempt to clear the cobwebs. She shook her head and took another deep breath but that seemed to only make matters worse. Deciding that she’d better head for her car in the garage, Kit stumbled back down the street and entered the elevator that would take her to the fourth level where she kept her car. Leaning against the wall, she closed her eyes as the elevator started upward.
The cab stopped and the door opened. Kit, assuming it was the fourth floor, opened her eyes and started to exit. It was then that the same man who had stood next to her in the bar grabbed her by her arms and pulled her from the elevator.
“Wait! What the hell are you doing? Let me go!” Kit tried to struggle but the effects of the drug had taken away all of her strength. A cloth over her face laced with chloroform finished the task. Kit struggled feebly for a moment before collapsing in the man’s arms. Her world turned black and she felt herself falling into a deep, deep hole.
-o0o-
Kit slowly regained consciousness and was immediately aware of the tremendous pain in her shoulders. Her head throbbed as well from the effects of the drug. Despite the fact that her eyes were open, she couldn’t see anything and slowly realized that she was blindfolded. When she tried to remove the blindfold, she then discovered that her arms were extended over her head and her wrists were restrained. Efforts to move her legs were also unsuccessful as she found her ankles were similarly locked in some kind of device. Both her legs and arms had been spread wide apart with almost her full weight on her shoulders. Kit then tried to cry out, only to find that a gag had been placed over her mouth. For a few minutes she thrashed about but only succeeded in increasing the pain in her shoulders. Her breath was coming in gasps when she gave up and her chest heaved with the effort to breath.
She wasn’t sure how long she hung there but her arms and shoulders gradually grew numb. It was hot and perspiration began to cover her flesh and Kit sensed an urgent need to use the bathroom. Her cries for help only produced grunts that left her frustrated and angry. So alarmed at her physical situation, she had not considered why she had been brought to this place or why she was being confined.
It could have been hours or minutes but Kit finally heard the sound of a door opening and closing and footsteps in the same room she was in. The sound of a chair scuffing the floor was followed by warmth flooding her body and accompanied by a sense of light behind her blindfold. Then hands were behind her head untying the blindfold and removing it from her eyes. Kit immediately flinched as bright lights blinded her as effectively as the blindfold had. In the instant she had some sight, she saw to her dismay that she had been stripped naked. The gag was removed from her mouth.
“Ah, Ms. Mitchell, we finally meet.”
“Who are you? What are you doing? Let me go this instant!”
“My, my! Such impatience! As my guest, I would have hoped a little more cordiality.”
“Who are you?” Kit repeated. “Why have you brought me here like this?”
“You should know who I am, Ms. Mitchell. You’ve written enough lies about me so I thought it was appropriate to tell you my side of the story.”
‘You bastard! You didn’t have to string me up naked to do that! Turn me loose and I’ll be happy to take your story!”
“Well, that wouldn’t be half as much fun as what I have in mind. I’m going to let you make up a story to contradict what you’ve written. You will say that you made a huge mistake; that all of your sources were wrong and that Sam Roffino is the Tower of Respectability: a law-abiding citizen who has been slandered by the Tribune!”
“Fuck you! I’ll never do that!”
“Never say never, little one! Bruno, show Kit that it is a mistake to disagree with Sam Roffino.”
A huge man appeared before Kit’s eyes, blocking out the blinding light for a moment. Drawing back, he drove his fist into Kit’s stomach, forcing the air from her lungs and bringing red spots in her eyes. Kit fought the nausea welling up in her throat as she shook from the pain in her gut. She was aware that her breasts were jiggling obscenely and hate filled her brain while she recovered.
“Please!” she whispered. “Let me down and we can talk about this.”
“Oh, I ‘m enjoying the view! Bruno, have you ever seen such tits on a woman?”
“No, Boss! If she gave milk, she’d be the best cow in the herd!”
Both men laughed and Kit glared into the blinding light while sweat dripped down her body. Her need to urinate was increasingly uncomfortable.
“At least let me go to the bathroom,” she pleaded. Her face was red from embarrassment at listening to their lewd comments about her body and the humiliating need to disclose her bodily needs.
“What, need to piss? Go right ahead, there’s a drain somewhere beneath you.”
“You’ve got to be kidding!”
“Bruno, show her we’re not kidding.”
Once more the floodlight was obscured by the hulk of a man and Kit started to mouth a protest as again Bruno drove his fist deep into Kit’s stomach. This time, Kit was unable to keep from puking whlle a stream of urine ran down her thighs to the floor beneath her.
“Well, that was a little more than I expected”, the invisible voice announced as Kit struggled to regain her breath.
“Are you going to kill me?” she whispered when her breathing had returned to somewhat normal.
“Kill you? Why would I waste a valuable piece of pussy like you? No, I intend to make you extremely sorry for the lies you printed about me. When I have finished, you will be begging me to kill you but I won’t. You will serve as a useful lesson to others that Sam Roffino is not a person to fuck with!”
“They’ll miss me at the paper! They’ll know you’re the most likely suspect to kidnap me! The police will be at your door any minute!”
“First of all, you’re not going to be missed at the paper until Monday. By then, you will call them and tell them that you’re going on an extended vacation. You’re tired and exhausted from the hours of research you did on my story. So that you won’t be bothered, you’re not going to tell them where you’re going.”
“When they finally begin to wonder what happened to you, it won’t matter.”
The ominous tone of that last sentence sent a chill through Kit’s body. She wondered how she would ever escape from this maniac.
“You’ll never make me do that, you son-of-a-bitch! Hit me all you want! I won’t do it!”
“What did I tell you about never saying never? It looks like Bruno needs to give you a little attitude adjustment. Bruno, I’ll be back later. See if you can make our guest a little more compliant.”
“Sure, Boss! She’ll be glad to see you!”
-o0o-
Kit’s throat was raw from screaming. Sweat dripped from her tortured body and pooled beneath her. She had pissed herself again but that was the least of her concerns. Her back was throbbing with the heat of a thousand fires, causing every nerve fiber in her brain to cry out in anguish. Bruno laid the rubber hose down and lit a large cigar, drawing on it until the tip glowed red hot.
“Please! No more!” she moaned, her head hanging in utter defeat. “I’ll do whatever Roffino wants.”
She threw back her head and uttered a blood-curdling scream as the tip of the cigar touched her left nipple. Her body shook uncontrollably, threatening to tear her arms from her shoulders.
“AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
“This is what the boss wants, bitch!” Bruno touched the cigar to her right nipple.
“AAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! UUUUUUUUUNNNNNHHHHHHHH!”
“Oh, God! Oh, Jesus! Please! Oh, God!”
“Maybe I ought to stick this cigar up your pussy! Would you like that, bitch?”
“Oh, no! NO! Oh, Jesus, you’re killing me!”
“OK, I’ll give you a choice. The cigar up your snatch or five strokes of the hose on those gorgeous tits of yours. Which will it be?”
“Oh, God, NO! Oh, Please! Don’t torture me any more! I’ll do whatever you want me to do! Just don’t torture me any mooooorrrrrrree!”
“Make a choice, whore, or I’ll do both! What’s it going to be?”
“Please! OH, GOD! I CAN’T. . .Oh! What are you. . .No! NO! OH, NOOOO! THE HOSE! THE HOSE! DON’T STICK THAT IN MY PUSSY!”
“OK, Tell me what you want me to do!”
“Whip me.”
“What?”
“Whip me.”
“Where?”
“Whip my tits.”
“Say ‘Please’”.
“Please whip my tits.”
“How many times?”
“Please whip my tits five times with the hose, Bruno.”
“Naw, I’m too tired. I’m just going to stick my cigar up your pussy!”
“NOOOOOO! AAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
-o0o-
When Roffino returned to the room, Kit was hanging limply, her chin resting on her chest. She was gasping heavily and her tits rose and fell obscenely with each breath. Her hair was soaked with sweat and hung down over her eyes. When she heard the door close, she raised her head slightly. A soft moan escaped her lips while she shook her head slowly from side to side.
“No more. . .”, she whispered. Kit licked her parched lips. “Water. . .please. . .water. . .”
Sam Roffino stared at the stunning woman hanging before him. Dark, purple bruises covered her lower back, buttocks and thighs. Several small burn marks were on those gorgeous tits as well as her stomach. She would occasionally shudder as if to dispel some imaginary pain. Walking over to a nearby table where a pitcher of water and cups stood, he poured water into a cup and held it to Kit’s lips. She drank thirstily, spilling some down her chin to fall on her heaving breasts.
“Thank you. . .” she whispered, her head still hanging down.
“I have something here that will ease your pain, Kit. Just relax. . .”
A hypodermic needle in his hand plunged into Kit’s arm and she jerked at the sudden pain. Almost instantly, a sense of warmth spread over her body and her muscles relaxed. All the pain that Bruno had inflicted on her over the past few hours suddenly was a distant memory. Instead, she felt as if her body was floating through the air, free from all suffering. An overwhelming sense of gratitude flooded her senses as she raised her head to look at her captor. When his mouth crushed against hers, she surrendered her inhibitions and plunged her tongue inside his mouth. His hands grasped and squeezed her breasts while she moaned in desire.
He suddenly withdrew from her and Kit cried out in dismay. “Why. . .”
“Not yet, little one. . .not yet. . .”
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