Chapter 24

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The second had taken her to a nearby hotel, where the girls rented the rooms for an hour at a time. He had forced her to peel the trashy dress off and climbed on top of her on the bed. He was a biter and left teeth marks on her nipples and breast before he shot of into the condom and left her crying and in pain. Trixy showed no sympathy for Debra's plight as she had done the brutal thug herself several times a month over the past year. She strolled into the hotel room as the brute was leaving to show the next john in and take her cut of Debra's earnings. She whispered in Debra's ear "You're gonna to have to earn my money tonight too sugar while a show you the ropes. So speed it up with the johns a thousands a lot to make especially starting so late."

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

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

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

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

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

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