Chapter 7

Sammy Wynn walked into the living room of Paula's apartment with a glass of milk and some cookies she had baked an hour before. Careful not to spill the milk, he set the glass on the coffee table and then searched for a magazine to read.

He was humming an unfamiliar tune, unaware that he made any sound at all. His first night in bed with Paula had ended at eight o'clock that morning and they had not slept at all. Sammy had never known a woman like her, and knew he could never find another. She had made him happy for the first time in his life, and could barely remember feeling any other way.

Picking up a copy of Life he settled back into the big easy chair and picked up his glass of milk. He had nothing else to do until Paula came back from the store except read and relax, and by God, I will, he thought.

He leafed through the magazine until he found a story that caught his interest and started to read, when suddenly a key clicked in the door. The noise startled him and he started to rise.

"Hi, Honey," he called out as the door opened inward.

"Hi, Honey, too, Sammy," Carl's voice said sarcastically from behind the door.

The syndicate! Sammy stood still, almost in shock. He had forgotten about Wade and the collection money he was supposed to turn in the night before. But how did they know he was here?

"Uh, hi, Carl. How are ya this morning?"

Carl was pleasant in his reply: "Fine, boy, and how are you?"

Sammy relaxed slightly at the tone of Carl's voice. Maybe they aren't mad after all, he thought.

"What brings you here?" he asked, anxious to hear a friendly answer.

"Just a friendly little call."

Sammy wasn't sure whether or not he should believe the bald- headed hood, but for the moment there was no other choice.

Suddenly Red came through the door tugging a leash. Sammy watched, his mouth open, as the biggest dog he had ever seen came following in behind Red. They were meant for each other, he thought, noting both their sizes, and apparent looks of complete ignorance on their faces. If Red grew his hair longer, Sammy thought, they could almost be brothers.

"Hi, Sammy," Red said smiling. "Come here and say hello to my stud friend, Jocko. Come on, he won't hurt ya."

Cautiously Sammy walked over to pet the dog, and saw immediately that it was friendly. As the young collector scratched behind the dog's ear Carl suddenly startled him.

"Haven't you forgotten something, Sammy?"

"Hey, no. It's just that, well I got hung up last night, but I've got all the collections here, right over there on that table."

"Good! In that case I suggest that you gather it all up into one nice little bundle and go down to see Wade. He wants to talk to you."

"I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" Sammy asked, afraid that he might lose his job, or worse.

"No, Kid, he just wants to make sure you don't make any real mistakes, not like Paula did."

"What do you mean?" Sammy asked, his mind afraid for his girl.

"Never mind, Kid, just get your coat and the money. We'll talk to Paula when she comes home."

Sammy nodded and went into the bedroom for his coat. He paused for a moment thinking that he should write her a note, but that would be useless. He could wait for her outside, but Wade was waiting for him, and he might get into real trouble if he didn't show up this time.

Walking through the living room toward the door, Sammy nodded to the two hoods and said he would get right over to Wade's. He opened the door as they smiled at him and walked down the corridor, pausing for a moment to see if they would check on him.

Feeling safe, Sammy tiptoed back to the door of Paula's apartment and put his ear to the keyhole, hoping to find out exactly what they wanted with his girlfriend. At the first words he heard, his fear grew:

"Put the gun away, Red," Carl's voice boomed through the keyhole. "Sammy's not going to come back and give us any trouble. He's a smart kid."

"I was just checkin' it, Carl," Red explained defensively. "Ya never can tell when some jerk might try to bust in and ruin it for us."

"No one's gonna wreck this job for us," Carl said, his thoughts racing furiously as he pictured the girl strapped to the bed while the huge St. Bernard's tongue licked obscenely between her wide-spread legs and built her up to a fever-pitch of unwanted desire.

"Yeah, you're right," Sammy heard Red answer. "We'll get that hot little whore in here and let the dog fuck her 'til she can't stand it. She'll pay for not doin' what we tell her, huh, Carl?"

"You'd better believe it," Carl said absently, still thinking about what would happen. He loved to watch women suffer, especially women he knew. "After we're finished with that little whore Wade'll take care of Jeff Lee."

"Ya mean the newspaperman," Red asked, sure that he knew the answer in advance.

"Right. But now, goddamn it, take the dog into the bathroom and stay there with him until Paula gets here. We want to surprise her, don't we?"

"Right, Carl. We'll surprise her; and Jocko'll surprise her."

Outside the door Sammy Wynn could hardly keep himself from charging through the heavy wood and smashing their faces in. But he knew he wouldn't stand a chance against Red's pistol. The only way was to warn Paula, then get help.

Quickly he ran to the bottom of the stairs and pulled a pen and paper from his pocket. Scribbling a note of warning to Paula, he stuck it in her mailbox, and ran down the steps to his car. Jeff Lee, he remembered. It shouldn't be hard to find a newspaperman, especially if he's the kind who can make trouble for the mob. Yeah, Jeff Lee, he'll help me get those bastards, he thought as he sped away from the curb, racing through midmorning traffic for the offices of Miami's largest newspaper.

Twenty minutes later Paula Moore walked happily past her mailbox and into the apartment house. Her arms were laden with two large paper bags filled with groceries and a gift for Sammy. I'll get the mail when I come back down, she thought, and pressed the button for the elevator that would take her to the second floor where the two perverted hoods awaited her.

Standing at her apartment door she fumbled for the key in her purse, trying not to spill the groceries, then opened the door.

"Hello, Sweetheart," Carl's sarcastic voice greeted her. "We've been waiting for you."

Paula froze in terror as she stood in the doorway. Oh God, she thought, another beating, or maybe even worse. Where was Sammy? Her full lower lip trembled as she pictured her boyfriend badly beaten and laying somewhere in a nameless alley, unable to call for help.

"Where-where's Sammy," she stammered.

"Don't worry about lover-boy," Carl sneered. "We had a little talk and he understands everything. He's with Wade right now, getting some more instruction in our organization's ethics, so you don't worry about him. He's not in trouble, but you are!"

"Carl, I..."

But before she could finish her sentence the bald-headed man had grabbed her and pulled her into the room, throwing her to the floor and slamming the door shut with his free hand. He craved the touch of female flesh, especially flesh as smooth, soft and ripe as Paula's. Red had needs, Carl thought, but nothing like mine. I'll fix her for fucking that kid, and turning her soft little pussy away from me like she's done so many times before. Cold little bitch, I'll fix you good!

"Get up!" he yelled at her as she lay, half sitting on the floor. "Get your hot little ass off the floor and into the bedroom."

So that's what he wants, she thought, as she got to her feet. Paula knew that she would be able to take any fucking that old baldy had to offer. She remembered one time he had screwed her before, his stubby little prick trying so hard to get inside her, then suddenly cumming all over himself. I can take that form of punishment from any of these thugs, she thought, even after loving Sammy. He'll understand.

"Strip, bitch," Carl ordered, an obscene smile spreading across his face. "You've disobeyed orders, and now you'll have to pay for it."

Paula smiled as she started unbuttoning her blouse slowly. She would put on a show for him, make him feel just like a customer. Customer! she thought. Poor Sammy, if only she never had to have any customers, then they would be free. But hell, for right now, she could put up with it for just a little longer, even though she despised Carl and his impotency. He was tall, but his shiny bald head made him a hideous man, though his features weren't really ugly, only sharp and harsh, like a Nazi Colonel's might be.

She glanced up as she bent and pulled her stockings from her long tanned legs. Her eyes caught the protruding bulge of his hardening penis as it rose beneath his trousers, eager to break free and soak itself in the luxurious juices between her legs. Paula could barely stop herself from snickering at the thought of the stubby cock as she had seen it once before.

"Something funny," he asked, his voice sounding suddenly dangerous.

Paula felt a tingle of fear slide up her spine as she answered him, telling him that nothing was funny, nothing really.

Once she undressed and stood naked in front of him, Carl ordered her to lie on the bed. He could hardly control himself as he spoke, the ache in his groin throbbing through his tensing thighs. But, he would control himself, he thought, and he would control her; he'd control her until the little bitch was kneeling down on her knees begging for it.

It doesn't matter what he wants, she thought as she lay back naked on the bed and arranged the pillow under her head. I've got Sammy and no one can change that, no one, not even Carl.

Paula closed her eyes and waited for him to undress, all the time thinking about Sammy and the pleasure they had shared together in bed. She could remember his rock-hard erection stroking in and out of her burning vagina, filling her with ecstatic desire.

However, as she lay on the bed dreaming Carl was not undressing. Instead, he had pulled four nylon cords from his suit pockets and was arranging them in noose-fashion, one for each limb.

"What are you doing," she cried suddenly and sat up as Carl grabbed her ankle and looped one noose around her right leg, fastening the other end to the bedpost.

"You'll see in a minute," he sneered at her, wanting to slap her for lying there, wanting to thrust his stubby little penis into the soft succulent hole between her legs. "Just lie back and keep your goddamned mouth shut!"

Paula did as he commanded, tiny tears of sudden fear forming in her eyes. He can screw me, she thought. I'm a prostitute and he can screw me. Why does he have to tie me up? Why?

Carl felt a burning rage building inside himself as he tied her wrists to the other posts. He wanted to see her ravaged by the St. Bernard, then he would have his turn, too. It didn't matter what Wade said, and Red would never tell if he could have a little of her pussy, especially if the girl could be forced to suck him. No, no one would know but the three of them, and none of them would dare tell Wade they had gone against his instructions.

Slowly he got off the bed, running his fingers along the tanned smoothness of her sleek, naked thigh, pausing for a moment by the warmth of her dormant vagina. Yeah, he thought. She'll be ready when the dog finishes with her.

"Red," he yelled at the bathroom door. "Come on in here!"

Paula gasped as the door opened and she saw the two hundred pound St. Bernard come sniffing into the room, straining at the long black leash that pulled Red along behind.

"Oh, God, no," she whimpered as she suddenly knew what they had in store for her.

She tugged at the nylon cords that held her arms and legs, trying desperately to free herself from the impending doom, but it was no use. She could twist her body, but she was tied so tightly, that it did her no good to move at all. She twisted her head, trying to look at the knots that held her, each one tied with a hangman's professional care. There was no way for her to move, but she tried again anyway, hoping against hope that she could escape. She lifted her body and with all her strength pulled against the nylon cords, but nothing would give except her skin as it burned against the ropes, while trickles of blood ran down her arms from her wrists. What kind of men were they? Were they men at all? Why would they do this to her for one mistake? She panted for breath and closed her eyes hoping they would all go away. The unmistakable sniffing of the giant dog grew louder and she prayed to heaven for help. Don't let them, Oh God, don't let them do it!

"What's the matter, Paula," Carl sneered. "Are you afraid of the little puppy?"

Paula looked up at him to see Red standing beside him, handing Carl the black leash.

"I'm gonna watch for a while," he said, his yellow teeth showing from between his lips. "And then I'm gonna take my turn just like I did before. "You're gonna get a fuckin' today like you've never had in all your whorey little life."

Red snickered at his own obscene thoughts as he lifted himself onto the dresser and settled into a front row seat.

"You shoulda seen him with Phyllis," he giggled. "He fucked her until all she could do was beg for more and more. Goddamn, she really liked it."

You perverted bastard, she thought. Why don't you shut up and get out of here, both of you!

"Yeah, Jock," Carl said talking to the dog. "You screwed her so good, she'll never go back to men, nope, never."

Paula couldn't believe what they were saying, talking like two horrid perverts, men like she had never met before. "Stop it!" she screamed. "Leave me alone!"

But it was too late! Terrified she trembled as the huge St. Bernard lifted his head onto the bed and began sniffing at her shapely calves. She strained to escape, but her struggles did nothing but further the dog's interest as she fought against the nylon bonds that held her legs spread wide apart. She was open and completely vulnerable with no escape left to her.

She shuddered as the dog's long pink tongue lapped at the salt of her sweating skin. The St. Bernard began to nose forward toward the honeyed scent of her soft hair-lined pussy as she fought to break free, lifting her thighs high into the air in a last effort to escape, but it was no use. The dog had discovered the scent he had been searching for and climbed onto the bed completely, drooling his hot saliva onto her thighs as he nosed forward searching for the smell he had found on Phyllis not so long ago. She twisted her pelvis again and the soft velvet fur of her pussy caught the dog's eye and he knew where the hot smell was coming from. Quickly he brought his head to the dark apex of her thighs and sniffed at the warm wet hole. He had found what he had come for.

It was like a dream, unreal and unbelievable. She tried to turn her head, but she was too weak from fighting. It's not real, she thought frantically and closed her eyes to stop the nightmare, knowing that there would be no stopping until the dog had finished with her and left her ravaged body to the mercy of the two leering hoods.

Carl's perverted eyes watched the girl in glee as he held the dog by the leash, controlling its movements. They were both under his control, and he loved it. He watched as the dog pushed at the silken pubic hairs in preparation and felt the growing ache in his swollen testicles as the girl twisted back and forth in agony, trying to escape. She's mine, he thought gleefully as he unconsciously slipped one hand to his groin, trying to relieve the ache that rose to his stubby cock. He forgot that he had to control himself as well, and began to rub the rigid little cock more frantically, bringing it to an ever harder erection as it strained against the confines of his tight ivy league trousers, begging for freedom. The dog would be first to warm her up, but he would be next. He'd fuck her this time, and not shoot his wad of sperm too fast like he had done before. He'd show her. His eyes were glazed with obscene desires as he watched the reddish-brown and white dog sniff at her frightened tightening pussy. He was delighted that she was frightened, especially when the dog nosed at the hot, wet lips of her open, pink cunt. Hang on baby and wait for the real thing, he thought. Wait until he slips his tongue all the way inside your hot little pussy, then you'll be ready for me. His perverted mind raced with impatient obscenities as he took his swollen cock in his hand and stroked it through the woolen trousers. It won't be long now.

Big fuckin' Carl, Red thought, as he watched from his seat on the dresser. He may be Wade's favorite, but I'm the best fucker. Carl's a nut, him and his runty little cock. Christ, he don't care about the dog fucking her, or even care about seeing her naked pussy staring him in the face. Never seen anyone like him. He just wants to see her scream and cry and beg for mercy, Not me, though. Nope, I want that tight, little pussy wrapped around me. Fuck Carl and his bag. I'll do it my way.

"You turnin' on, baby?" Red asked her, his face a lewd grin of desire. "Does that big dog with his nose in your cunt make you wanna fuck a real man?"

Red nearly fell off the dresser as his glazed eyes watched the dog suddenly flick out his tongue, part the soft sparse pubic hair, slip wetly along the pink quivering lips of her trembling pussy.

"Yeah, Jocko, make her beg for old Red. Yeah," he urged the licking dog. "Get her ready for your old buddy, Red."

Yeah, she'd be ready, he thought. But ready for him and not for Carl. Carl just wanted to see her suffer, but not Red, no, not Red. He climbed off the dresser and walked to the bed. His sex crazed eyes watched the dog as he cautiously slipped his tongue along the fear trembling lips. He bent and looked at the girl's horrified expression, her hips grinding defensively down into the mattress, then he took one firm breast in his hand and began kneading the pliant flesh slowly as he felt his long cock start to rise in his pants. He saw the long pink tongue lap from the dog's dark mouth and devour the juices that had begun to flow from the helplessly writhing girl's cringing cunt. She was starting to turn on, and he knew it wouldn't be long, because the dog was beginning to grow frantic, like a hungry child. He could smell the growing fire that brewed in her open crotch, defying everything that she thought was right. Red pulled his half-hard cock from his pants and began stroking it. His hand moved slowly as he imagined his own tongue licking the dark dampness between her legs. As soon as that dog was done, he thought. As soon as that bastard's done I'm gonna get mine. Man, she don't want it now, but she will, and then by God, she'll really turn on, no matter what she tells herself. She'll really turn on.

It didn't matter what Wade had said about fucking the girl. Every time he watched the St. Bernard start licking a girl he could hardly control himself. Eagerly as he continued stroking his rigid cock he leaned forward and watched the dog as it lapped up the juices that were flowing like a river from the hair-lined lips of her cunt. God, she don't want to, but she's really turning on, he thought as he saw the pink bud of her clitoris standing taut, luxuriating in the long, hard lapping of the excited dog's tongue. Man, if I had a tongue like that, he thought, no bitch in the world could turn me down. Not one! Dogs had the advantage of the long rough tongue, but old Red could still do better he thought, as he looked up at Carl, his eyes glued to the girl's contorted face.

Paula clenched her teeth as tight as she could. She couldn't fight any longer but she had to resist. Her throat was tight with fear and humiliation as she tried to commit mental suicide. Nothing could be so bad, so perverted, yet here she was. Her eyes burned from the salt of her sweat, but her hands couldn't reach to wipe them clear. She strained again against the nylon cords, but it was no use, her physical strength to resist was practically gone.

Oh, God, she thought as she felt the panting dog's hot breath burning against the tender flesh of her wide-spread thighs. The hot tongue ran roughly against the quivering pink lips, brushing against the tiny bud of her clitoris, forcing it to respond. No man can do it, her tortured mind screamed. How can a beast like this make me so hard? Only Sammy could do that, not the dog, goddamnit, not the dog! The harder she tried to resist, the harder the little bud became, growing with each rough brush of the St. Bernard's animal tongue. For God's sake, don't bite me, don't bite me! her mind whirled crazily. He would ruin her if he bit, and then what use could she be to herself or Sammy. She waited, her jaws clamped tightly shut, but instead of the huge canine teeth tearing at the erect little bud, a soft rising pleasure began to kindle in her loins. The long pink tongue continued to lick at her trembling slit until the quivering flesh of her hair-lined pussy began to involuntarily fill with warm flowing desire.

Her jaw released its pressure as her body began to submit to the perverted desire. Her arms and legs stopped straining at their bonds and relaxed, letting her body nuzzle slowly into the softness of her mattress. Her hips stopped fighting and slowly lowered themselves into the softness, followed by the drooling pink tongue of the dog, lapping at the quivering slit. Paula gasped as the rough wet tongue suddenly slipped inside the soft tight flesh of her aching vagina and sunk far down into the liquid depths, tasting the long awaited juices that boiled inside her. She couldn't resist, and relaxed slightly, allowing the tongue to thrust further inside the soft, quivering lips, lapping at the clasping hot, wet walls of her vagina and turning constricted circles inside. The giant dog was teasing the hot dark confines of her pussy, forcing it to submit. She wanted to fight it, but her breath was beginning to come in short gasps and she opened her mouth and sighed while she tried to moisten her dry hungry mouth.

There seemed to be no escape from the burning desires that built inside her, but she knew that she had to get away. Even in her half-conscious state of sexual excitement, she realized that she had to stop the dog, or she would no longer be able to control herself. What if Sammy saw her? What if he knew that deep inside her burning body the desire was building; desire created by an oversexed beast that was bringing her closer to climax with every wet, teasing lick of his long pink tongue. How could she face him if she succumbed to the pressure of the hot lapping tongue and ended the beastial scene in climax, cumming like an animal and filling her burning pussy with the white hot juices of climax. She would be no better than an animal, a wild bitch in heat with no human compassion whatever.

It was her body that was responding, she wanted to think. It was only the pure physical response, a response that she couldn't control. There was no shame in that, no shame in having a healthy sexual body that could respond to stimulation, but one side of her mind had already told her differently. It wasn't her body alone that wanted to be fucked. It was her own mind that drank the pleasures of the dog's tongue. She wanted it to continue because she liked it. She LIKED IT! No, No! She couldn't! she screamed silently as she looked helplessly down between her upraised breasts and watched the dog bury his nose in the dark fur between her legs. Make him stop, all of you. For God's sake make him stop before it's too late, but deep down she knew that even now it was too late as she looked pleadingly into the lust-crazed eyes of her two captors. It was too late!

"Yeah, baby, yeah," Red hissed through his yellowed teeth. "Get with it, baby. You know how good it is."

Red, still sitting on the side of the bed leaned over and bit her nipple as the dog continued to sink his tongue into the trembling pink flesh of her aching pussy.

"How's that?" Red asked. "Jocko'd bite ya harder, but what the hell, little bitch, you don't wanna be bit, do ya. No, baby, you want that long red cock of his shoved as far into your cunt as itll go, don't ya." Red hung his head over hers and bent to kiss her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Paula didn't respond at all, not feeling anything but the long wet tongue licking the clasping walls of her quivering cunt. The St. Bernard shoved his nose harder against the hot wet opening, pushing the tip into the trembling dark hole. He sniffed hard and long, trying to drag the honeyed, hot smell deep into his lungs. "Yeah don't that feel good," Red sneered at her. "When he takes his nose out and stuffs his prick into your pussy you're gonna scream like hell. Why, shit, he's bigger than any customer you ever had."

Red crushed his mouth against her full lips again and sucked at her tongue, but she suddenly became aware of him and wouldn't do as he wanted.

"The tongue, bitch," he commanded. "Give me your tongue, just like the dog."

Slowly she obeyed, letting him take her tender wet tongue into his mouth. It was just like a cunt, he thought, as he sucked at it, pulling deep into his throat and sucking harder all the time. He wanted to tease and torment her until she would beg them to stop, but the real show was between her legs, and he stopped sucking and started to watch the big dog as he too was being overcome by obscene desire.

Carl watched her fear-contorted face as Red lifted his mouth from hers. He knew that the girl couldn't suffer much more of the indignities and still fight her own rising desires. The lusty hot smell from between her legs incited Carl as well as the St. Bernard. The huge dog wanted to lick the never-ending well of hot juices dry, and started lapping furiously. She was a bitch ready for fucking and he would give her everything his animal instinct had. Carl could see the dog was ready as he bent forward to see the rigid shaft pointing forward from the beast's hairy belly, banging like a giant spear, twitching and throbbing with lust as it waited for the command to sink its massive head into the dark wet hole where his tongue now intruded.

But Carl wouldn't give the command, not yet. He knew that Paula was near the breaking point, that she was responding physically and mentally to the tongue's probings. It was only a matter of moments until she would beg for the big cock, and then he would give the order to the St. Bernard; the order to drive his pulsing cock deep into her vulnerable hot pussy like a battering ram until she shrieked with pain. Christ, it'd hurt her, but she deserved it. She deserved to be fucked by a dog, fucked until there was nothing left of her proud bitch-like pride. Yeah, he thought, the dog'll hump her hot little pussy until she passes out, and he'd make sure that Jocko wouldn't stop until he gave the order. With all that cock he would tear the walls of her cunt apart. That'd teach her, that'd teach her just like he had taught so many other women who had laughed at him. They could laugh all they wanted, but Carl would always have the last laugh.

"Ready, Jocko," he teased the big dog. "Yeah, you're ready, big boy. Get her now, Fuck her, boy, fuck her 'til she screams for mercy!"

Red grinned as his partner gave the command. He could see Carl's stubby cock pushing against his trousers, spilling drops of cum as it waited for final climax. His own throbbing cock jutted straight out from his fly. It twitched spasmodically as he too waited in lewd anticipation. But my time'll come, he thought as he watched the huge animal lift itself up, move his front paws up beneath her armpits and hover the huge red cock over her thighs, getting a firm grip on the bed so he could ram his aching prick into her fiery cunt. If I had that cock, Red thought, I'd be King of the world.

Clumsily the dog probed for her aching pussy, pushing the swollen red tip into the soft smoothness of her thighs again and again in a vain effort to find the pulsating wet hole, but he would not be as fast as she was. It was too late for the girl as the first flashes of climax began to run through her body. She was aware of only a huge hot form hovering over her sweating body. The dog didn't exist, only the twitching red cock that poised over her cunt. Her orgasm was building and she had no control over it as it grew like a huge ocean wave coming down fast on a rocky coastal cliff. She groaned softly as the dog poked at her and the electric shocks that began her climax began shooting through every pore of her tortured skin. She wanted to grab the giant cock and stick it into her trembling pussy before it was too late, but her hands were still bound and there was no amount of straining that would free her. She pushed her hips upward in an effort to grab the throbbing cock, but failed, and started clenching her buttocks in one final effort to reach her orgasm. She had to cum, she had to release the terrible aching want in her fiery, wet cunt.

Red's eyes were glued to the girl's undulating loins as they strained up desperately for the giant cock. He had to see them cum, he had to see the dog fuck her before she came. Quickly he reached down and grabbed the St. Bernard's twitching cock with his strong right hand. The dog jerked forward, thinking that he had found the hole, then realized that he was being guided, and temporarily relaxed. Red easily guided the throbbing cock forward and put the hard red tip at the clasping opening of her burning cunt and pushed it forward. It was ready now, he thought, and released the rigid shaft, leaving the first half-inch inserted in the clasping hole.