CHICAGO SCHEHERAZADE

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Chicago Scheherazade
by pamela

[Author's Note: I wish to acknowledge and pay tribute to all those hard-working, obscure (and mostly pseudonymous) sex writers of years past whose work is quoted in this story, and is, in fact, its inspiration and reason for being: Geoffrey Bocca, F.E. Campbell, Chaucer Cartwright, John Cleve, P.N. Dedeaux, Herbert del Toro, Frank Earnest, George Feller, Don Holiday, Monica Jordan, Paul Lawerence, Alan Marshall, Arthur Melville, Marcus Miller, H.B. Randolph, Andrew Shaw, Blake Tremaine, Marcus van Heller, Henry Whittaker, J.X. Williams, Turk Winter, and "Anonymous".]

Prologue

"I gotta tell you something," Charlie said.

"What's that?" Nina pulled on her blouse. Charlie was still naked on the bed, sweating a little from his recent exertions, his rounded paunch rising and falling. He was forty-nine; his hair was graying, his face jowly, but his small dark eyes were sharp and piercing. Nina was twenty-two. She had long, very dark hair which set off her oval, cream-complexioned face. Her lips were full and sensuous, her eyes large and dark. She gave the impression of being taller than she actually was because of her rather stunning figure, which, while not voluptuous, was excellently proportioned and generously curved.

"Dino Farelli is coming to stay here for a while," Charlie said.

Nina stopped in the act of pulling on her skirt to stare at him. "Are you kidding?" she inquired. "Dino Farelli? The big boss?"

"Yeah. Capo di tutti capi. You remember, you met him when we were in New York last year."

"Yes, I remember. He's coming here?"

"Yeah. Him and a couple of his boys. He's going around to the various cities, checking things out, you know? Making sure nobody's trying to cheat or getting funny in some way."

"Well, you don't have anything to worry about, right?"

"Hell, no. I've always been on the up and up with Dino, and he knows it. I'm his boy. Everything's great."

"Well, that's good," Nina said. "Because from what I hear, that sadistic son of a bitch can be almost as nasty with guys he doesn't like as he is with girls. Not in the same way, of course, but still..."

"Oh, come on," Charlie said, shifting on the bed. "That stuff about the girls is just rumor. Probably all bullshit."

"The hell it is," Nina said. "You know it as well as I do. You remember what that woman in New York told us? About the whippings?"

"Come on, she was just pissed off at him for dumping her," Charlie said. He wasn't looking at her. "You can't believe all the crazy stories you hear."

"It's not just her, Charlie. Come on. You know it's true. Everybody knows it. Sometimes girls just disappear after he's done with them. Some of them, they say he keeps them like slaves or something. And that guy that ratted out to the cops before he was killed -- he told them all about the whippings and the torture and the gang rapes and all that. Christ, that Farelli's just a sick, twisted bastard who gets his kicks from hurting people. Especially women."

"Shit, he's an old man," Charlie muttered. "He's not gonna -- I mean -- hell, he probably can't even get it up any more. He just wants to--"

"Wants to what?" Nina said.

Charlie shrugged.

The girl peered at him. "What's wrong, Charlie?"

"Nothing, why?"

"Come on, Charlie. What's going on?"

"Look," Charlie said. "Dino did me a lot of favors. I owe him, okay? I owe him a lot."

"Yeah, so?"

"So if he wants something from me, I got to give it to him. That's how it is. That's all."

Nina sat slowly down on the edge of the bed. "What are you saying, Charlie?"

Charlie looked toward the window, saying nothing.

"Charlie?" Nina's voice was very controlled, as if she were making an effort to keep herself calm. "What is it, Charlie? Tell me now."

"He wants you," Charlie said.

There was a long pause.

"What?" Nina said.

Charlie took a breath. "He wants you. While he's here. He liked you when he met you in New York. He remembered you. He asked me if you were available."

Nina closed her eyes, and then opened them again. "He asked you if I was available," she repeated. "And what did you tell him, Charlie?"

"Look, it wasn't exactly a question, you know? It was more like a command. Dino Farelli asks you if something's available to him, you say yes. That's it."

"You," Nina said carefully, "are planning to give me to Dino Farelli while he's here? Just like that? To be his whore? Is that it, Charlie?"

"Fuck," Charlie said, turning to look at her. "What the hell. It's only temporary. And what's this whore shit? You're so high and mighty all of a sudden? You been my whore for two years now."

"You son of a bitch!" Nina said. "I thought it was a little more than that, Charlie."

"Well, whatever," Charlie said. "Dino wants you, he gets you. Make the best of it."

"Like hell!" Nina said, her voice rising now. "I'm not giving myself to that goddam sadist bastard to get myself whipped and god knows what! No way, Charlie. No fucking way! I'll leave first!"

Charlie suddenly leaned forward and slapped her across the face, a swift vicious slap that sent her off the bed and onto the floor. With surprising quickness he slid out of bed to stand over her and, swinging his hand downward, slapped her again, this time backhanded. Nina cried out and covered her face, cowering away from him.

"Now you listen up, bitch," Charlie said, glaring at her. "In the first place, you're not going anyplace. I'm telling the guys not to let you out of here, not for anything, unless I say it's okay. And if you do go anyplace, out shopping or whatever, I'm sending one or two or them with you to make sure you come back. Clear? Now you fucking well do as you're told, you hear me? I promised Dino he could have you, and he's gonna fucking have you if I have to fucking tie you up and drag you by your hair. You got that?"

Nina was gasping for breath, her eyes fearful. "Charlie, for god's sake--"

"Yeah, for god's sake and for your own sake. You go to Dino and you be real nice to him. You got that? Real nice. You do whatever he tells you to do. Anything. And you let him do whatever he wants to do. You got that, bitch?"

Nina had to swallow. "How long..." she whispered.

"He's gonna be here a month," Charlie said.

Nina went pale. "A month?" she choked out.

"That's what he's doing, spending a month in each city. This is his last stop, I think. He's gonna be here for the month of November. But don't worry, he'll be taking care of business during the day. He'll probably only want you at night."

"A month," Nina whispered, almost sobbing. "Christ, Charlie, he'll kill me in a month."

"He's the boss," Charlie said.

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November 1

Nina knocked on the door. She was trembling inside, but she didn't show it. Her head was high, her mouth firm. She wore a simple sweater and skirt combination.

"Come in," came a voice. She opened the door and walked into the room.

Dino Farelli was lying on a massage table, face up, naked except for a towel draped over his loins. He was being massaged by a very large, thick man with tattoos on his arms. Farelli was thin, almost emaciated. His sparse hair was pure white, his eyes pale. The skin of his face was lined and sallow-looking. His mouth was a narrow slit. The pale eyes lit faintly as Nina came in.

"Ah," Farelli said. "Nina, right? Good to see you again. I met you last year in New York, you know."

"Yes," Nina said. "I remember. How are you, Mr. Farelli?"

Farelli shrugged. "Old," he said. "But seeing you makes me feel younger. I was pretty impressed with you, you know. I asked Charlie especially if I could get to see you during my stay here."

"I know," Nina said. And then, after a pause, she added, "That's very flattering."

"Good," Farelli said. "Take off your clothes, okay?"

Nina blinked once, but her expression didn't change. She glanced at the large man, who hadn't stopped his massaging.

"Don't worry about Rick," Farelli said. "He won't touch you-- unless I tell him to. I'm sure you're not the modest type, right, Nina?"

"It wouldn't make much difference if I was, would it?" Nina said flatly, and began to remove her clothes.

She did it slowly and deliberately, but not teasingly. She made no effort to hide herself, but stood squarely before them and took off each garment in turn, until she was naked.

"Very nice," Farelli said then. "Yeah, really nice. Don't you think so, Rick?"

"Hell, yeah," the large man said.

"All right, Rick. That's enough. You can go now. Tell Frank to get things ready."

The large man left immediately.

"Yes," Farelli said to Nina, his eyes running over her body. "That's nice all right. Even nicer than I imagined."

"Thank you," Nina said.

"It's gonna be a real pleasure to whip that body," Farelli said.

Nina stood very still.

"You do know that I mean to whip you, don't you, girl?" Farelli said.

Nina swallowed. For a moment she said nothing, taking a deep breath. Then she said, simply, "Why?"

"Why?" Farelli smiled faintly. "Because it'll give me pleasure. At my age, you gotta take pleasure wherever you can get it."

"I can give you plenty of pleasure," Nina said boldly. "You don't need to whip me for that. I can give you all kinds of pleasure. All you can handle, in fact. Would you like me to show you?"

Farelli smiled again. "I like your brass, girl," he said. "But you see--" He sat up then, sliding his legs over the edge of the table and allowing the towel to fall from his crotch. "This goddam old thing," he said, indicating his shriveled penis, "takes a lot of persuasion to get hard these days. It needs a lot of inspiration, you might say, and it has to be the right kind, you know what I mean? Maybe you've heard stories about what I like to do to girls. Hurt them and all. Well, it's true. I like hurting women. I like making them suffer, and I like making them scream. I'm not saying that's a good thing, I'm just saying that's how it is. That's what gets me hot. It always did, but nowadays it's about the only thing that does. Nothing else can get this useless son of a bitch to stand up. So if I'm gonna fuck you-- and I sure as hell mean to do that -- I'm gonna have to give you a little whipping first. Sorry, but that's just how it is."

"I'm not so sure about that," Nina said. "Let's just see." She moved to the table and stood in front of him, almost touching him, and then went down on her knees. Her face was on a level with his crotch. She stuck her tongue out and touched it to the limp penis, then flicked it softly back and forth. Slowly, she licked at the flabby member, while brushing it with her lips. Nothing happened.

She inserted her tongue behind his penis and lifted it, tickling the underside with her tongue tip and rubbing her lower lip over his scrotum at the same time. She then brought her tongue to his balls, licking and caressing them lightly, while she bent her head so that her long dark hair brushed back and forth across his cock. Finally she took the head of his shrunken member between her lips, drawing on it, licking at it as she slowly took more of him in, until she had all of it in her mouth, her lips rubbing it, her tongue sliding around and across and back and forth. And still it stayed limp.

"That's real nice, Nina," Farelli said from above her. "I like looking at you that way, on your knees to me, with my cock in your mouth. It's a real sexy sight, actually. But you can see that it doesn't do anything to make me hard. And neither does that terrifically talented mouth of yours. The only thing that's gonna do it for me is to hear screams coming out of that mouth. Watching your pain. Seeing you struggle when you're tied up for the whip. Listening to you screaming and crying and begging. Seeing how helpless you are while we whip you. Yeah. That's what I want, and that's what I'm gonna have."

For the first time, as he said those words, there were faint signs of life in the flaccid tube of flesh that Nina still held in her mouth. It gave a tiny twitch under her tongue, and as he finished speaking, it even seemed to grow a little.

"Tell me more," Nina said, taking her mouth from him long enough to utter the words. "Tell me how you will whip me." And she took him between her lips again.

He seemed only too glad to comply. "My boys, Rick and Frank, are setting things up right now," he said. "I always carry the equipment with me, makes it easier. I like to do it two ways. One is with the girl just hanging there. Hanging by her wrists, with her body dangling and her feet off the floor. That's really painful all by itself, you know? All that weight on your arms and shoulders, being stretched out by your hanging body. And the more you struggle and twist the worse it gets. But you can't keep yourself from twisting and struggling and kicking, especially once the whipping begins. Yeah, that's really a beautiful sight."

Now his penis was definitely stirring, though sluggishly. Nina encouraged it by circling her tongue all around it, then slowly sliding her lips off it long enough to murmur, "And the second way?"

"The second way," Farelli said, his voice breathier now, "is with you stretched between two posts, all stretched out like spread-eagled, you know? Your wrists and ankles attached to the posts. That way you can't struggle so much. That's the down side. The up side is that it makes it easier for the whip to connect with a particular target, you know? Like your tits."

"My tits," Nina said. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him, though her voice was muffled by his cock.

"I especially like whipping a girl's tits," Farelli said. "It hurts like a son of a bitch, and they scream so loud it's like to burst your eardrums."

Nina's head was moving now as the cock in her mouth slowly lengthened. She slipped it from her lips but kept her mouth close enough to it so that he could feel her breath as she said, "How long will you whip me? How many lashes?" Her tongue moving on him. Her hands, too, now stroking his thighs.

"Oh," Farelli said. He was breathing more heavily now. "Oh, there's no telling about that. There's no limit. It could go on and on. Oh yeah. On and on..."

"Even as I scream and beg you to stop," Nina said, and enfolded him in her mouth again.

"Yes," Farelli grated. "I'm an old man, my arm's not as strong as it used to be. But if I get tired, my boys will take over. They're young and strong, they can whip you harder than hell, and they can go on forever. While I sit and watch. Sometimes I let both of them do it at once."

He was stiff now. "Both of them whipping me," Nina said, sliding her mouth from him again, caressing that stiffness with one hand while using the other one on his balls. "The whip slashing into my flesh. Into my back and my breasts. While I scream and cry and beg for mercy."

"Yeah," Farelli said. "Oh god, yeah."

Nina rose now, and with a swift motion lifted both of his thin legs and slid them onto the table. Farelli made no resistance, but lay back as Nina climbed onto the table herself, straddling him, lowering herself as she crouched above him, her hand finding his now fully erect cock, guiding it to her crotch. "Oh god, it hurts!" she whispered, sinking down on him. "Oh Jesus, stop. Please stop! Oh god, I can't stand it. Please make them stop. Please!"

"You little bitch," Farelli panted, reaching up to clutch at her hips as she took him all the way into her.

"Please, no more!" she moaned as she began to move up and down. "Please, I'm begging you, I'll do anything, please make it stop, please!"

Farelli was almost gasping. "If you think...this is gonna...stop me from..."

Nina bent down over him, still moving, her breasts flattening against his chest. "I'm screaming," she panted into his ear. "I'm in agony, and I'm screaming, the whip is crashing into me, again and again, and I'm screaming my guts out, twisting and sobbing and begging and screaming, it's pure agony, and they won't stop and I'm screaming..."

"Oh Christ!" Farelli shouted, and his body spasmed weakly as he exploded inside her.

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"You see?" Nina said a moment later, climbing off the table. "You don't need to whip me, Mr. Farelli. Your imagination works just as well."

"You're a real clever little cunt, girl," Farelli said. "But if you think that little trick is gonna keep you from getting the real thing, you're in for a big surprise. I'm not gonna do it tonight, because once a night is just about all I can manage these days. But you come back tomorrow night, girl. I'll whip you then, but good."

"All right," Nina said. "Tomorrow."

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November 2

Farelli was alone when she came to his room the next night. The massage table was gone, and he was lying on the bed, completely naked. Nina was again wearing a sweater and skirt, and she was carrying a small paperback book.

"I been waiting for you, girl," Farelli said. "I been thinking about you too. I can't wait to whip the shit out of you, especially after last night. The equipment is already set up, and the boys are waiting in the other room. Strip down."

"May I just say one thing, Mr. Farelli?" Nina asked.

"No. Take it off."

"All right." She held out the book toward him. "Would you just hold this for me, please? You might want to look at it. I brought it especially for you."

Farelli glared at her. "If this is another trick--"

"It isn't a trick, Mr. Farelli," Nina said. "It wasn't a trick last night, either. I just showed you that the power of your own imagination was able to make you potent. You fucked me, Mr. Farelli, and you did it without having to hurt me. Except in your mind."

"Yeah, because I was thinking about whipping you all to hell, and now I'm gonna do the real thing, which will make it even better."

"But I should think you would want to explore this further," Nina said. "I mean, you thought you couldn't get it up without actually hurting a woman. Now that you know that isn't true, why not find out what else would--"

"Oh Christ, this is bullshit!" Farelli said. "You just don't want to get whipped. Well, that's just too bad, lady. And the more you stall, the worse it's gonna be. Now you gonna strip down, or should I get Rick and Frank to do it for you?"

"Of course I will," Nina said. She dropped the book onto the bed, and Farelli glanced at it. It was obviously an old book, though the front cover was vividly colored. It featured a lurid painting of a young, long-haired blonde girl, her arms above her head, hanging from a rope fastened around her wrists. She was wearing a lacy bra and panties, but the bra had just been cut open in front by a large knife, held by a man unseen apart from his hand and arm. The title of the book was "Gutter Girl."

"Nice picture," Farelli said sardonically. "Is that supposed to turn me on?"

Nina was taking her clothes off. "I've been looking over some of Charlie's old books," she said as she unhurriedly stripped. "You know, Charlie never throws anything away. And he's got all these old books, these old sex books that he used to buy when he was a kid. He never got rid of them. Well, a lot of them have parts that might interest you. Stimulate you. I thought if I--"

"Jesus Christ!" Farelli exclaimed. "You're gonna show me some fucking stroke book to get me off, like some horny kid? You think that's gonna--"

"All I'm saying," Nina broke in, removing her bra, "is that I think you'd like some of these stories, and they might even help you. Take this book, for instance. This is--"

"You are one crazy cunt," Farelli said.

"Just give it a chance," Nina said. She took off her panties. "What can you lose? I mean, we have all night, and you can always whip me later. Let me just tell you about this one part, okay? That's all I ask."

"Who the hell are you to ask anything?" Farelli demanded. Then he snorted. "All right, go ahead, knock yourself out. But make it snappy."

"Okay," Nina said. "See, this book is about a young girl who runs away and gets involved with a street gang. That's not her on the cover, though. I mean, it looks like her-- blonde and fair-skinned and all-- but that's really misleading, because actually the girl that this happens to is a Puerto Rican girl that the gang captures in a rumble or something. They're enemies with the Puerto Ricans-- just like in 'West Side Story,' you know? So now they've got one of them, and they're gonna do all kinds of nasty things to her."

"Just like I'm gonna do to you," Farelli said. He reached out and took one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing it hard enough to make her wince.

"Yes," Nina said, sitting down on the bed beside him. "In fact, they do do some of the things you said you wanted to do to me. Like hanging the girl up by her wrists. And having two guys whipping her at the same time, front and back. But they do other things too. And the runaway girl, Donna is her name, she's trying to get in good with the gang, so she has to do some of the whipping too. She likes it, but not as much as the guys do."

"I bet," Farelli said. His hands were on her body, and hers had found their way to his crotch, fingering his quiescent penis. "It takes a man to really appreciate a woman's suffering." His hands moved to her head, tangling in her hair, and pulled it down to his crotch. "What else do they do to her?"

Nina adjusted her position on the bed so that she could more comfortably nuzzle at his loins. She caressed him with her lips and slid her tongue over his cock and balls. Her voice was muffled as she spoke, and her words were squeezed out in between the more active ministrations of her mouth and tongue. "Well... they have her tied up... and they cut her clothes off... and hang her up... and when she... when she kicks a lot they... one of them breaks her toe..."

"No shit," Farelli said. His penis was responding now, to her mouth or to her words, or both. "And then they fuck the hell out of her, right?"

"Oh yes," Nina murmured. "But not till afterward.... But first... one guy takes this cigar..."

"A cigar, huh? Tell me about it."

Nina had his cock in her mouth now. She sucked on it a few times, then released it slowly. "Let me read some of it to you," she whispered. "Just a little bit. It'll be better that way than if I just tell you about it, you know?"

"But I don't want you to stop what you're doing," Farelli objected.

"It'll be okay," Nina reassured him. "I'll stop whenever you want. And you'll like it, I promise."

"I'm still gonna whip you tonight," Farelli said, grabbing at her hair again and making her look up at him. "Don't think I'm not."

Nina tried to nod, but his grip was too tight. Her scalp burned with the pull on her hair. "All right," she gasped. "Just let me read you a little first."

He let go of her and she sat up, reaching for the little book. She opened it and swiftly found the page she wanted.

The girl was terrified, Nina read.

She was trying to struggle but her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles were lashed together and her movements only made her breasts bounce.

"This is our present from the Spics," Johnny said. "Let's have a ball with her."

"Hey, I like it so far," Farelli said jokingly. "Who's this Johnny?"

"He's the leader of the gang," Nina replied, turning a page as she skipped forward a little. "So they hang her up by her wrists, okay, and she's hanging there with her weight dragging her down and she's sweating and scared out of her mind, right? Now let's see...

Johnny reached out a hand, stroked the Puerto Rican girl's throat. She drew back her head, frightened now, and he laughed softly and slapped her across the face.

"Spic whore," he said savagely.

Nina held the book in her left hand, and as she read her right hand returned to Farelli's crotch, moving over his twitching, slowly growing cock, stroking and caressing.

He tugged the red sweater loose from the waistband of the black chinos, eased it up around her neck. She was wearing a lacy black bra that was straining with the massive weight of her breasts. Johnny took out a knife, clicked it open. He used it neatly, slicing the sweater to ribbons. Then, just as neatly, he cut the strap joining the two cups of the bra. It fell back exposing two perfect golden brown breasts, each tipped with a ruby nipple. He cut the shoulder staps and the bra fell to the floor.

The girl writhed in an awful combination of shame and terror. Her ankles were still tied together and her body swayed to and fro, breasts bobbing like ripe fruit from a tree. All of the Counts were staring at her now, eyes hungry.

"The Counts, huh?" Farelli said. "What kind of stupid name is that for a gang?"

Nina leaned down and gave his cock a swift suck, then straightened up, her hand still moving on him.

The chinos came next. He popped the button with the knife blade, then yanked the zipper all the way down. The girl had a small waist and very wide hips and it was hard to get the pants over her buttocks, but he managed it, pushing them until they were down around her knees. Then he cut the cord that had been holding her ankles together and pulled the chinos off the rest of the way.

The girl writhed again, kicked out savagely. Johnny caught her foot, bent one of her little toes back until it broke with a snapping sound, like a twig that someone had stepped on. The girl screamed softly and fell back limp.

"Christ!" Farelli breathed.

Johnny laughed. The Counts were with it now, happy, excited. They were whistling at the girl, shouting obscenities. Johnny put his hands under her arms, then ran them downward slowly, stopping briefly to catch hold of the firm mounds of flesh and pinch the red nipples. The hands moved downward again, catching hold of the black panties and pulling them down and off.

"Okay, so now she's naked," Farelli said impatiently, but his voice was hoarse. "When do we get to the whipping?"

"It's coming," Nina said. "Don't rush it." She bent down again and took him in her mouth. He was almost completely hard now. She sucked him slowly, her tongue working. She could hear his breathing above her.

After a while she raised her head. "You like it, right?" she whispered. "You like it when I read to you."

"I'm gonna like it when you scream for me too," Farelli said. "Get on with it."

She sat up and picked up the book again. "So now they're ready to whip her," she said. "And Johnny tells Donna, the runaway, to start it off. It's sort of like a test for her. He gives her his heavy black belt and tells her to make the girl scream right through the tape. Oh yes, I forgot to say that she has a big piece of tape over her mouth. And Donna's afraid that if she doesn't do a good job, she'll be strung up and whipped too. So..."

She raised the belt and lashed out.

The girl writhed horribly, arching her back and flailing out with her legs....

She raised the belt again, slashed it across the girl's breasts with all her strength. It made a mark, left a pair of huge sore red welts on the golden brown skin. She swung the belt again and again, beating the girl viciously. At one point the tape gag came loose and the girl got out a shriek that filled the whole room...

Donna whipped, lashed, flailed away. When her arm was tired two of the Counts took over for her. One of them stood in front of the girl, the other in back. Each used a heavy garrison belt.

"Goddam, yeah," Farelli breathed. "That's it. That's what's gonna happen to you, baby. Keep going."

"Now comes the cigar," Nina said. "Johnny takes out this big fat cigar and lights it up." Her hand was cupped around his hard penis now, slowly moving up and down.

He showed the cigar to the girl.

"You know what this is, you PR bitch? This ain't a cigar...

"This is a Spic, bitch. This is your Spic boy friend. See what shape it is? See what color it is? This is your boy friend, and you love him."

He spun around. "Skin," he said. "Angie. Grab this twist's legs."

Each of them took an ankle. They backed away, holding the girl's legs wide apart. She knew what was coming next, the terror was glistening in her almond-shaped brown eyes. The sweat was pouring from her face and throat, merging with the blood on her breasts and belly. Johnny moved closer to her, took a final drag on the fat cigar and grinned at the girl.

"Your goddam Spic boy friend," he spat. "This is the guy you want so bad you can taste it. Well, you can have him."

Donna put the book down.

"Yeah, go on!" Farelli demanded. "Don't stop now. What does he do?"

"That's all it says," Donna said. "But I'm sure you can imagine."

"Yeah. Jesus." Farelli reached for her. "I want you, girl. I want you now. Come on."

She didn't resist as he rolled her onto her back and got on top of her, pushing her legs apart urgently. Her hands went to his stiff penis and guided him to her as he pushed himself forward. With a low cry he entered her, shoving himself all the way in with one thrust.

"Christ," he panted. "He stuck it right into her, didn't he? The burning cigar. Right into her twat."

"Yes," Nina said. "That was the idea all right."

"Yeah." He was moving now, slowly at first, in and out of her, and she moved with him, matching his rhythm. "Jesus, they pulled her legs apart while she hung there and he ground the thing right into her cunt. I bet she screamed at that one, all right."

"Oh god, yes," Nina moaned into his ear, wrapping her legs around him. "Screaming like an animal. Such pain. Such agony."

Farelli moved faster. "And then they fucked her, right?"

"Yes," Nina said. "It tells about that. They cut her down and all of them raped her. Till she couldn't even struggle any more. Raping her one after another. All of them."

"Yeah. Oh yeah. Fucking her right up her twat...right into her burned pussy...banging the shit out of that burned hurting tortured cunt...on and on..." He was panting and gasping, his hands clutching her ass as he pounded at her.

Nina fucked him back, stroke for stroke. "Oh yes, it hurts so much!" she cried out for his benefit. "Ahhh...Aaaagghhh... AAAAAAIIIEEEEE..."

He was gasping and choking so hard when he shot his come inside her that she feared he was having a heart attack. But finally he rolled off her and flopped onto his back, panting heavily but still very much alive.

"You did it again," he said when he recovered his breath. "Tricky little bitch. But what are you going to do tomorrow?"

"I'll bring another book," Nina said.

"Bring a fucking library," Farelli said. "It won't help you. Tomorrow you get whipped."

"Tomorrow," Nina said.

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November 3

Farelli was naked again. He chuckled when he saw the book in her hand.

"Another book, huh?" he said. "Won't help you this time, girl. Let's see it."

Nina handed him the little red-covered paperback. He glanced at it briefly and snorted. "'Chain and Ball,'" he read. "Stupid fucking title. Shit, there's not even a picture on this one." Disdainfully he threw the book over his shoulder, and it flew through the air and landed in a corner of the room. "Forget the book, baby, that's not gonna work this time," he said, grinning at her. "Skin out of those clothes and we're gonna go inside and have some fun. The guys are waiting."

Once again Nina stripped for him. "I think you would like that book, though, Mr. Farelli," she said as she opened her bra. "It's just chock full of women being tortured and raped and brutalized. It's all about these two men who--"

"Save it," Farellin interrupted. "I don't even want to hear about it. Get those panties off."

Nina did. "Let's go," Farelli said. He got up.

Nina took a slow step toward him. "Can I just tell you about the spikes?" she asked.

"No," Farelli said. Then he said, "What spikes?"

"The ones that go into the nipples," Nina said. "See, they put them on the floor, in this block of wood or something, and then they make the girl lie down--"

Farelli reached out suddenly and grasped one of her nipples in each hand, clamping them hard and pulling her toward him that way. Nina cried out as she was forced forward until their bodies almost touched. Farelli did not let go. In fact he twisted the nipples in his cruel fingers until Nina cried out again, then began to gasp with the pain.

"In the nipples, huh?" he grunted. "I'm gonna twist these damn nipples right off you, girl, if you try to bamboozle me again. You got that?"

Nina nodded jerkily, unable to speak. Little moans came from her mouth. Farelli untwisted the nipples and eased up the pressure a little, but still kept them trapped in his surprisingly strong fingers. "You're getting whipped tonight no matter what," he said. "You understand that, right?"

"Yes, sir," Nina breathed.

"Okay. Now tell me about the spikes."

The pain was less, but it was still there, the fingers unrelenting. Nina forced herself to speak through it. "These two men," she began, panting a little, "Buck and Stanley, they have a whole house full of women they've captured, they make them slaves and they do all kinds of things to them, all kinds of torture and--"

Farelli squeezed hard with his fingers, and Nina squalled. Her knees went weak and she almost collapsed, but his grip kept her upright. "Get to the spikes, bitch," Farelli demanded.

"I am. They--one thing they do is they have these two sharp spikes, a couple of inches long I guess, set in this base that they put on the floor, and then they make the girl lie down on her stomach with her nipples right over the spikes. They--they make her go right down on it, and it- -it's--"

"Yeah," Farelli said. "It sounds nice." He released her nipples, but kept his hands on her breasts, stroking them. The nipples throbbed, stiff with pain. "Right in here," Farelli said, his fingers running over them. "All the way in. Christ, that would hurt all right, wouldn't it?"

Nina snuck a look down at his cock. It was flaccid, but stirring a little. "Oh god, yes!" she said. "The poor women nearly went insane. May I just read you the part where--"

Farelli squeezed again, harder now, and when he let go Nina did collapse, sinking down to her knees and moaning softly, her arms cradling her throbbing breasts. When she raised her head she could see his penis, twitching now, still not hard but visibly growing. Her pain was doing it for him. She moved her head forward, opening her mouth to take him in, but he raised his foot and placed it against her shoulder, pushing her away so that she sprawled on the floor.

"Not this time, girl," he rasped. "You're too fucking clever for you own good. But whatever you do, you're gonna get whipped tonight. You got that?"

"Yes, sir," Nina said chokingly.

"Say it."

"I--I'm going to get whipped tonight."

"Just so we understand each other. Okay. Now you can read to me."

Nina rolled over onto her hands and knees and crawled the few feet to the corner where Farelli had flung the book. Her nipples still ached, throbbing with every beat of her heart. Picking up the book, she turned over and sat down on the floor, leafing through it. Farelli sat on the bed.

"Okay," she said. "First they use it on this girl Linda, who has been there for a while and has gone through all kinds of terrible torture, but this is probably the worst yet. Then later they take this girl named Wendy, who they've recently captured, along with her boyfriend Bill, and..."

"Jesus Christ," Farelli interrupted her. "You gonna tell me the whole fucking story? Just read already, and get it over."

She licked her lips. "Okay." She quickly found the page she wanted. "They've already tortured her a lot, and now they lay her down on this board, see, with the spikes sticking through it, and they can fasten her hands to it so she can't--okay. Okay." She began to read.

"Lie down, with your titties on those," Buck commanded... "I want them right in those big red nipples," he ordered. "I want them all the way in."

"Then he makes Bill, her boyfriend, who they've got tied up, he makes him sit down on the floor in front of her. He says, "It's about time Wendy treated you properly. We're going to put your cock just out of reach so that she's going to go all the way down on those spikes, just to touch it with both hands. She's going to pierce her poor little pink nipples just to get at your lousy cock."

"What the hell," Farelli said. "First he says she's got big red nipples, then he says little pink ones. Which is it, for Christ sake?"

"Well, I don't think it matters much, do you?" Nina said. "I mean, they're down in the basement, maybe the light isn't too good down there."

"Yeah, and maybe the guy who wrote this was a stupid asshole. Okay, get on with it."

"So Buck ssys,

"If she doesn't get to it right away, within a couple of minutes, you'll get a nice hot soldering iron in you, complete with solder. You can imagine where."...

"Give it to him," ordered Stanley. "Give him your nipples. On those." He pointed down to the spikes. She bent down, reaching forward, her ass bobbing up and down.

"Who the fuck is Stanley?" Farelli demanded.

"I told you, he's Buck's friend, the two of them are--"

"Oh yeah. So they're both making her do this, and she's gotta jerk her boyfriend off or something with the spikes in her tits, or they'll burn his ass."

"And torture her too. Remember, they've already been whipping her and making her do things, and she can't take much more, so..."

"Yeah, well how come you're not reading me about that part? It sounds good."

"I just thought you'd like this part best, Mr. Farelli, but if you want me to go back and--

"No, no, forget it, this is taking too damn much time already. Just get on with it, for Christ sake."

"Okay.

She reached forward, her breasts approaching the spikes. Buck bent down and made sure the nipples hit the sharp points dead center, but he allowed her to sink down on them at her own tormented speed. Her breasts sank further and further onto the spikes, those beautiful and rock- hard nipples that sprang out so arrogantly when she walked now crushed in. Her hands eked their way toward their target. She cried out in pain, then reached forward and sank still further. She was about an inch away from him. She hesitated, overwhelmed by the complete agony that made her whole body yield to the sensation in her breasts. Then she let go and dropped with her full weight on her breasts.

"Jesus!" Farelli muttered. She took a quick look at him. His cock was growing. She reached for it slowly with one hand. He made a gesture as if to push her away, but did not. Her fingers caressed him very lightly as she quickly read on.

Her hands could just barely reach to the tip of his prick, touching and stroking it desperately...She was prostrate on the floor now beneath the three men. Buck jammed a finger in her ass.

"Yeah," Farelli breathed. "Christ." Nina still stroked him.

She jumped, scraping against the spikes and nearly losing her grip. They made her caress Bill like that until he became hard in spite of himself. Then Buck ordered Bill to get up while Stanley secured the wrists and shoulder straps to hold the girl tightly in place. They left her there, the pain growing worse and her screams and moans more intense as the spikes penetrated ever deeper. Buck placed his foot on Wendy's back and deliberately drove her down on the points.

"Holy shit!" Farelli whispered. He was almost fully hard now. Nina put the book down and, without taking her hand from him, turned over and lay flat on her stomach.

"Like this," she said. Her other hand reached for him now. "Like this, flat on her front with the spikes in her nipples. Pushing all the way in. Oh god, think of the pain." She began to writhe, her lower body twisting slightly, her upper body immobile. "God, it hurts," she moaned, both hands stroking him lightly. "Oh Jesus Christ, oh shit, it hurts so much... please..."

"Little bitch," Farelli said, his voice hoarse now. "You're doing it again. If you think..."

Nina began to sob, as convincingly as she could. Her movements became convulsive, her legs kicking spasmodically. Her moans got louder. "Oh god, I can't!" she cried frantically. "Please make it stop, please god, please..."

Farelli got up abruptly, his hard cock slipping from her fingers. For a moment she thought he was going to call in his men, but instead he stood over her, raised one foot and placed it on her back. Just as Buck had done to Wendy. Pushing her down still further onto the spikes. Making them dig deeply, agonizingly into her tender, tortured flesh. Nina could hear the sound of Farelli's quickened breathing.

She screamed as loudly as she could. Her breasts were crushed beneath her, but though she could feel the weight of him, the pressure was not that much. Still she screamed with all her might, thrashing her legs and jerking around, as if her nipples were truly impaled. Her screams didn't diminish until Farelli removed his foot, and even then she only lowered the volume slightly, her shrieks interspersed with frantic, half-crazed moans and pleas.

Now Farelli was lowering himself on top of her. "He put his finger up her ass," he gritted in her ear. His upper body was pressing down on her back, and she continued her frenzied howling, squalling and sobbing. "But I'm gonna put something else up your ass. You hurting, bitch? You feel those spikes in your tits?"

"Yes, Christ yes!" Nina howled. "Oh Jesus please, please let me up, please!" She felt his hands on her buttocks, pulling them apart. She was truly apprehensive, knowing he was going to hurt her now, taking her that way, without preparation. But it was better than getting whipped. Anything was better than that.

She felt his cock pushing at her tight anus, and her next scream was genuine as he brutally rammed his way inside her. He was lying on her full out, his panting breath in her ear, his body crushing her, and even through the pain of his ruthlessly marauding cock she made herself react as though the worst part of that invasion was the added agony he was bringing to her horribly tortured nipples. But the true pain made it easier; she just had to intensify her suffering, and the tears she shed were real now as he battered away at her twisting, howling body.

"Bitch!" he gasped out. "Take it, bitch... take the spikes... up your tits... ripping them... ruining them.. .Christ..." He raised his upper body to get more leverage in his strokes, and to support himself he laid his forearms across her back, leaning on them, pushing her body down hard as he moved more forcefully. Her ass had become somewhat adjusted to his cock now, but still she screamed and howled and pleaded almost dementedly, kicking her legs and twisting as much as she could beneath him, until she heard him groan and felt the stiffening of his body as he came inside her.

After a minute he rolled off her and lay on his back, breathing hard. "Bitch," he panted. "Think you're so fucking clever... Well, we'll see... how damn clever... you can be when... you're getting the shit whipped out of you. Tomorrow," Farelli said.

"Tomorrow," Nina repeated, panting.

To Be Continued....

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