Mob Boss

Three

 

Matthew Winton was shocked at the similarities between the woman sitting across the desk from him and Katherine Marshall.  They could have been identical twins but the woman who had introduced herself as Veronica Stafford had told him that she was Kit’s older sister by three years.

 

“Mr. Winton, I am concerned.  Kit and I talk to each other almost every day but I haven’t heard from her in over a week.  Do you know what she was planning?”

 

:”First of all, please call me Matt.  And, yes, I received a call from Kit six days ago to tell me she was taking a vacation to rest up after a rather exhaustive and time-consuming story she had written for the paper.  She didn’t say where she was going or when she would be back, though.”

 

“What exactly did she say?”

 

“Well, I didn’t talk to her but she left me a voice-mail.  Strange though, she called me Sam.  She knows my name is Matt.”

 

“Hmmmmmm.  What was the story she had been working on?”

 

“It was on a local mob boss named Sam . . .Jesus!”

 

“Sam Jesus?”

 

“No!  Oh, God!  She had written a story on Sam Roffino, a local mobster.  Now I’m wondering if he has got his hands on her!  She left a message for Sam!  Get it?  She was trying to convey a message!  Oh, my!  We’d better call the FBI!”

 

“From what I know, the FBI is ineffective in dealing with Mr. Roffino.  Everyone knows what type of person he is but they’ve never been able to get anything on him.  Do you know who Kit’s sources were for her story?”

 

“No, she never reveals those names to me or anyone else.  I haven’t a clue.”

 

“Alright, I’m going to go to her condo to see if I can get anything to go on.  Maybe she left something, a note or such, that will help.  I’ll keep you advised.”

 

Veronica Stafford, Kit’s older sister, was a respected attorney in the District Attorney’s office.  Extremely attractive, she was an up and coming lawyer who commanded the respect of both her superiors as well as those who worked beside her.  Smart as well as beautiful, Veronica was every bit as successful as her younger sister.  She had divorced her husband because he wasn’t able to adjust to her success.

 

After convincing the manager that she was indeed Kit’s sister and Kit had asked her to pick up some clothes for her, Veronica entered Kit’s condo.  There was nothing to indicate that Kit had left on a vacation.  Even her suitcase was still in the closet with all of her resort clothes.

 

Veronica  turned on Kit’s computer and reread the story she had written on Sam Roffino.  She frowned as she realized the impact that such a story would have on its protagonist.  A further search of files failed to reveal any further information or who her source had been for the story.

 

Looking through Kit’s desk, she found her appointment book.  Besides the usual entries for  luncheon appointments, beauty shops and such, Veronica found one strange entry made almost three weeks before.  It was simply a name, “Gus”, and “Jack’s Bar and Grill”.  Veronica knew of Jack’s Bar and Grill.  It was in the seediest part of town and a place that Kit would hardly go to except for something important.

 

-o0o-

 

“Mr. Roffino, its Matt Winton.  I just wanted to let you know that Katherine Mitchell’s sister is inquiring about her.  She is an attorney with the DA’s office and I suspect she’ll go to some lengths to try to find her.  I dropped enough hints that she should get to you soon.  Yes, Sir, I’ll keep you posted.  And thank you for the envelope, Mr. Roffino.”

 

-o0o-

 

The pain was ever present but Kit had come to almost welcome it because she knew that it would lead to another injection of drugs.  In fact, the worst punishment that Boss Sam could inflict upon her was to refuse the narcotic until she was screaming in the agonies of withdrawal.  At that point, Kit would do anything to get an injection and was often called upon to do that.  Pride and self-esteem had long since vanished from her vocabulary.  Survival from one shot to the next was the only consideration as far as Kit was concerned

 

At the very moment Veronica Stafford was leafing through Kit’s appointment book, Kit was hanging by her ankles, her head some thirty inches above the floor.  Bruno was lashing her with his rubber hose while Sam an Donna, along with a dozen of Sam’s henchmen, watched.

 

Kit wished that whoever was screaming would stop and then realized that it was herself.  Not content with beating her on the back, Bruno was taking aim at the juncture of her thighs as well as her ample breast that jiggled and swayed with each stroke.

 

“Let’s see if she’s ready to suck some cock, Bruno,” Sam remarked.  Kit’s body was in a colossal spasm and she was coughing like her lungs were coming out of her throat.

 

One of the mobsters stepped forward and unzipped his trousers, positioning his erection at Kit’s lips.  Without hesitating, Kit opened wide and swallowed the man’s cock, slurping and licking with wild abandon.  She would do anything at that point to avoid another blow of the hose.

 

“Disgusting!” Donna remarked.  “That woman will do anything!”

 

“How would you feel after a dozen blows of Bruno’s hose, my dear?  Care to find out?”

 

“Ye Gods, No!  You don’t have to beat me to suck your cock, Sam!  I was just commenting on her rather easy submission.”

 

The mobster grabbed Kit’s hair and began to fuck her mouth brutally.  Kit was grunting as she tried to keep up with the rapid thrusts down her throat.  Just as she thought she would faint from lack of oxygen, the gangster shot his wad and stream after stream of his semen filled her throat and mouth until it dripped from the corner of her lips.

 

Without a moment’s hesitation, the mobster was replaced by another and Kit continued to suck and lick at the shaft shoved between her lips.  Impassively she continued in the hope that Sam would allow her another injection soon.

 

-o0o-

 

Veronica sipped at her drink at Jack’s Bar and Grill.  Any hopes that she would be inconspicuous were dashed when she saw the clientele of Jack’s.  Veronica stood out like a sore thumb among a group of grubby, unshaven men.  Still, she hoped that she could learn a little more about her sister’s disappearance.  She waved the bartender over.

 

“Another drink, lady?”

 

“Sure, I guess so.  Say, do you know a customer of yours by the name of Gus?”

 

“Yeah, Gus Ferrantino.  He comes in a lot.  Probably will be in later tonight.  Why?”

 

“A mutual friend told me to look him up if I was ever in this part of the world.  Said he was a great guy.”

 

“Year, maybe . . .well, I’ll fix your drink.”

 

-o0o-

 

Kit was on her belly, crawling toward Sam Roffino.  Her body covered with sweat, her red hair matted and hanging over her face, she was the personification of a defeated woman.  She held out her hand in appeal, her eyes pleading for approval.

 

“Boss, please,” she whispered.  “I need it.”

 

“What do you need, Kit?”

 

“You know . . .I need it!  Please!  Oh,  God, I’m dying!  Please let me have it!”

 

“Play with yourself.”

 

“What?”

 

“I said play with yourself.  Bring yourself off.  Fuck yourself with your fingers.  If you are good enough, I’ll let you have some.”

 

“Oh, Jesus, Sam, please don’t make me do that!  I can’t . . .’

 

“Bruno!”

 

“No! NO!  Wait!  I’ll Do  IT!  Watch me!

 

Kit rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide apart.  Her hand flew to her crotch and she vigoroursly started to rub her clit.  Her tits were jiggling and her breath coming in gasps as she nervously tried to bring herself to orgasm.

 

“You little slut!”, Donna exclaimed.

 

-o0o-

 

Two hours passed with Veronica fending off several advances from the less than appealing clientel of Jack’s Bar.  Just as she was about to give up and leave, a dark skinned man with slicked back hair sat down beside her and signaled for the bartender to bring her another drink.

 

“You looking for Gus Ferrantino?”

 

“Yes.  Are you Gus?”

 

‘Maybe.  Why are you looking for him?”

 

“I had a friend that told me about you.  Katherine Mitchell.”

 

“Oh, yeah?  What did she tell you?”

 

“That you helped her with a story she was writing.  Do you know Sam Roffino?”

 

“Maybe.  Why?”

 

“I’d like to meet him.”

 

“Oh, yeah?  Maybe he doesn’t want to meet you.”

 

“I believe you can handle the introductions.”

 

“Perhaps.  Sit tight, I’ll be right back.”

 

Veronica finished her drink and tried to act unconcerned while Gus was on the phone in the back.  A quick glance indicated that he was having a long conversation with an occasional glance toward her.  When he hung up and returned to his seat next to her, she turned in anticipation.

 

“Well?”

 

“He said OK.  But you have to do as I say.”

 

“Alright.  Let’s go.”

 

-o0o-

 

Kit was on her hands and knees, being led around the room by a leash attached to a collar about her neck.  The room was full of Roffino’s mob, shouting obscenities while Kit struggled to keep up with the urgent tugs on the leash held by Bruno.  She was conscious of her breasts swaying beneath her and had a momentary sense of degradation but then she thought of the shot that awaited her when Sam tired of her current act.  At Bruno’s command, she barked obediently.

 

“Arf!  Arf!”

 

“What a whore!”, Donna scowled.  “That little bitch will do anything!”

 

-o0o-

 

Veronica tried to act composed but in fact she was extremely anxious.  Gus had had her drive her car to a nearby parking garage, lock it up, give him the keys and climb into his car.  Before he would leave, he demanded that she put on a blindfold.  Thus, Veronica sat next to Gus as they drove to an unknown destination.  Perspiration formed under her arms and her upper lip as she imagined the possibilities that might occur with this strange man.

 

After what seemed an hour or more of driving, the car stopped and Gus opened her door and pulled her from the car.  Stumbling a bit, she was led into a building of some sort that was hot and humid.  Her footsteps echoed on the concrete floor while Gus led her by her arm.  Finally, he stopped and Veronica sensed the presence of other people.

 

“Who are you?” a voice asked.  The tone was stern and brusque.

 

“My name is Veronica Stafford.  I am Katheryn Mitchell’s sister.  I was told that you might know where she is.”  It was all Veronica could do to keep her voice from trembling.

 

“And why do you think I would know where your sister is?”

 

“She had written a story about mob activities that featured a Sam Roffino.  If that is you, then I would guess that you know more than you indicate.”

 

“Take off her blindfold.”

 

It took a moment for Veronica to adjust to the bright light that was shining in her eyes.  When she was finally able to see, she gasped at the scene before her.

 

Sitting in two large leather chairs was a man and a woman.  The man was huge and smoked a big cigar.  The woman was a platinum blonde that had on a tasteless dress that all but allowed her tits to fall out.  But the biggest shock was her sister, Kit, hanging by her wrists between two posts.  Her head lolled on her shoulders with her chin resting on her chest.  Matted hair hung down over her face and sweat dripped from her naked body.  Red and purple stripes covered her from shoulder to knee while she hung twisting slowly.

 

‘You bastard!  What have you done to her?”  Veronica rushed over to Kit and threw her arms around her semi-conscious sister.

 

“mmmmmmm,” Kit moaned.  She raised her head and peered out from behind her matted hair.  Her eyes shown no signs of recognition.

 

“Kit!  Kit!  Its me!  Veronica!  Oh, God, you sadistic bastards!”

 

“Veronica?  Where am I?”

 

As Veronica started to answer her sister, everything turned as black as night.

 

-o0o-

 

As consciousness returned to Veronica, she could hear ear-piercing screams and slowly realized that it was herself wailing at the top of her lungs.  Agonizing jolts were assailing her body and, try as she could, there was no escape.  Her arms throbbed while she twisted and turned but the relentless attack on her lower back continued until she thought she would die.  Her lungs burned as she fought for breath that left her with each blow and nausea swelled in her throat.  The assault paused momentarily, allowing Veronica to gather her senses and open her eyes.

 

The man and woman were still seated in their two chairs and Kit hung motionlessly between the two posts, just as she had when Veronica had entered the room.  But now Veronica also hung between two posts, facing Kit and the couple, while a huge brute of a man, naked to the waist, stood leering at her while holding a length of rubber hose.  Without looking, Veronica knew that she had been stripped naked.

 

Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to breathe normally.  Sweat ran down in her eyes and she blinked to try to remove the burning sensation.  Shaking her head defiantly, she stared down at the man and woman who were obviously enjoying her suffering.

 

“You bastard!  How do you think you’ll get away with this?”

 

“Just what do you plan to do, little sister?  Scream?  We’ve already heard you do that.  Call the police?  You’ll have to get to a phone first.  And then they’ll want to know why your big sister is such an addict.  No, I think you will enjoy entertaining us for some time.  You and Kit.  The sister act. Jesus Christ!  Do big tits run in your family?  I’d love to meet your mother!”

 

“In your dreams, you son-of-a-bitch!  Go ahead!  Kill me!  Someone will get you for that, someday!”

 

“Ah, Veronica, I don’t want to kill you!  You will, however, experience pain like you never imagined.  And, unlike your sister here, there will be no relief from the powerful drugs that have turned her into a whore.  You will become a sex slave of your own volition, dear Veronica.”

 

Veronica sneered at the mob boss but deep inside her she felt a fear that she had never experienced before.  This sinister, sadistic man was capable of anything. 

 

“Bruno, you may begin again.”