08-06-2008, 04:01 PM
Rachel's night of torment written by master's dark little angel
"Yeah boss its me." There was a silence as the young man looked around the corner to see Rachel leave. "Yeah she's got the file with as well."
The man on the other end is smoking a cigar and laughs smugly.
"Excellent Marco, the plan is in motion. You told her you'd be there at the correct time right?"
"Yes Sir, 8:30 sharp."
"Good work. You'll be rewarded when you return here tomorrow with my file."
"Yes Sir. Thank you sir." A quarter of a million dollars wasn't a bad sum for what he had done. His boss, known as Vito Francesca was a very rich drug lord and launderer, he'd been working for him for about 3 years now, posing as an apprentice for the lawyer who was determined to bring him down. There was never much evidence on him, but then something was discovered and all the evidence that was needed was there in that file that R took home with her. She had asked Marco to come over and go over all the details and get things ready for her boss in the morning, it was the court date, and he knew with out that evidence, there was no way he could be convicted.
Outside now, headed to her car, a young woman of 5'1" was ready to go home. Her keys jingled in her hand, as she hummed one of her favorite songs. Hers breasts were full and round, and bounced lightly with each step she took. The were a bit larger for her smaller framed body, but she was curvy, weighing about a 105 pounds. Her hips moved nicely beneath her grey skirt, her legs were pretty long as well, so it only added to the movement of her hips. It wasn't a shake, it wasn't a sway, it was a shimmy if you will. Her auburn hair was swept up in a ponytail, as she sat down in the seat, she reached behind her head letting her hair fall across her shoulders, and matching grey jacket. She laid the file down in the passenger and started on her way home. Little did she know that in matter of three hours what was at stake for her.
Once home, she entered kicking her shoes off and letting her stocking feet hit the soft white carpet of her home. She sat down on the couch removing her stockings and jacket. As she stood buttons became unleashed from her shirt revealing the round mounds that made her breasts. She removed the bra, the pink buds hardening from the chill of the air. Her tummy was toned but soft. She tried to work out when she could, which help her stay flat underneath the belly button. She wasn't not pudgy by any means, it was nothing a couple of nights of working out would not fixed. Her panties were black and lacey and were low against her hips, the small string of her thong fitting nicely between her toned cheeks. She redressed almost as if she were expecting the nights events. She Placed on a white tank top and no bra, nipples sticking out from beneath the ribbed fabric. Black shorts hugged those tantalizing hips quite well. She again placed her hair up, and waited for Marco. She was hoping that they would not just work on the file tonight. She like Marco, and was pretty sure he liked her as well. They had even been out a couple of times after work, but nothing had ever come of it. Perhaps tonight would be different.
Back at the office a black limo pulled up and the door opened. Marco stepped in and sat down. Across from him sat three men. All three when they stood were about 6'2" tall, and each weighed about 225 to 230 pounds. Each were dressed in fine suits of black and remained quiet for the entire ride to R house. Then one of the men spoke.
"You're going in first, then we'll bust in and knock you out. Just be prepared." He reached over and patted him on the back, and Marco stepped out. He moved toward the door and rang the door bell. She answered quite quickly.
"Marco, right on time." Rachel said.
He smiled. "I'm never late for an appointment." She smiled and moved past him and let him inside. After about 10 minutes of talking they began working.
"Here is something we need to highlight a phone conversation with one of his men in Italy, a heroin shipment." She highlighted the area and all of the sudden the door flew open, Marco knew it was ready to begin. She screamed and moved quickly from the couch only to be caught by the hair of the head and flung face first into the wall her arms pinned behind her back, her face turned to wear she could see what was going on. The man held her tightly making her watch.
"Watch this sweets this is gonna be great." Marco stood trying to fight off both men, only to be punched hard across his left jaw knocking him out cold. Then tied his arms and legs and left him laying in the floor. The two other men walked toward the man holding her and Rachel. The man holding her reached up and grabbed a handful of auburn locks and stood her out in front of the other two men.
"What do you think Vinnie." Said the man holding her. "Should we just take the file and get out of here?" He reached up and ripped her shirt from her body, her breasts bouncing from the confines of the shirt.
Vinnie laughed and shook his head. "Nah, B, she needs a little reminder not to mess with the boss." He said. B held her hair and arms tightly and Vinnie handed the file to Eric (the third man), and walked toward Rachel.
"Well now missy, this a hell of a situation you've gotten yourself into here. My boss some how found out that you had something that could bring him down. We're here to get it. Its a shame though."
R eyes shifted from Eric to Vinnie, tears welling in those deep blue orbs. "Just..just take the file and leave me alone. I'll tell him I lost it.
Just...please God...don't....." She was cut off, a deep belly blow landed into her navel, caving in the soft contours of her feminine stomach. A loud uuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhh, flew from her supple lips, her body slumping forward unto Vinnie's fist.
B took a hold of her hair tighter and lifted her back up. Another set up for three more penetrating blasts. Each one landing in a different spot, one in her solar plexus, another to her navel, and the third and final blow just above her panty line. Her eyes had been closed for the first too, but they shot open along with her mouth which made an o shape, the sound came out sounding like ooooooooooofffffff.
Vinnie laughed. "Did that hurt?" He said as B lifted her up. She groaned deeply and shook her head beneath his hands. Another blow landed into her soft middle, this one more intense than the previous ones. Her mind was mixed with fear, pain. Her heart pounded in her chest. She felt at any moment her knees would give way and she'd hit the floor. No chance in that, B was holding her hair way to tightly.
Just when she caught a breath, another punch invaded her unsuspecting belly, another panty line shot, it seemed the more punches he cast, the harder they came. He held his fist there and pushed up as B pushed down on her back with his elbow, the pressure caused his fist to sink deeply into that cute little pooch. She groaned loudly, and rested her head against the shoulder of Vinnie. The pressure released and B still held her back with his elbow. Vinnie retracted his fist and impaled her tummy again, this time the navel was his fists target. The same thing pressure. Same reaction, only louder. His fist retracted and came into her again into her solars. Followed by the pressure again. Her eyes shot open widely this time.
"Stand her up straight!" B did as he was ordered. His hand still infused with her hair. Instead of a fist, Vinnies foot became his weapon, a side kick landed into her navel now. Followed by another and to top it off a heavy blow with his fist as it uppercutted into her panty line. Each man knew she was incapable of moving. Marco began stirring, and Eric knocked him out again. B let Rachel fall to the floor, coughing and wheezing for air. After a few seconds, Eric was the holder. Eric held her in the same position fingers intertwined in Rachel's hair. B stood before her and Vinnie stood at his side, waiting for his turn again.
B's left fist was like a hammer, and much more devastating than Vinnies. Three shots in row landed into her belly button, first with the right hand, then with the left and the final with his right. They were forceful, much more painful and the feeling was longer lasting than Vinnies. A burning and throbbing sensation was her stomachs feeling now. Vinnie stepped in and cast a blow to her navel, he left his fist there pushing upward and B stepped in and landed a sickening punch to her panty line. She cried out loudly her body pressing firmly against Eric's. Both retracted their hammer like fists and repeated the action, only this time the places had switched. The punch and hold was done by B and into her panty line and Vinnie left his mark into her navel. After repeating this action several more times, she was once again released. Her body hit the floor with a thud.
"This is getting rather intense wouldn't you say?" Vinnie said. The others laughed and nodded. "But well worth it!" He said.
Vinnie was finally the holder now. Eric stood in front of Rachel and moved in for the first blow, his arm was placed against her chest, and four shots came into her bruised navel and then her solar plexus. His intensity she would find was the worst of the three. Her mouth was dry by now and could barely manage a squeal, but when he stepped in, her voice returned with an ungodly force. He reached into his pants pocket and placed on some brass knucks, and began again. Adding four more to his previous set of four. The force of his punch and her stomach left bruises almost on impact. His hand became a weapon on her middle.
A left with the free hand, and a right with the knucks, invaded her middle again over and over. Each cast more deeply and intense than before. B stepped in on a few of those punches. One connecting and almost immediately the other connecting with her belly. They admired their handy work now, as they let her fall. Then Eric got an idea.
"Lets tie her up and each take a wack at her at the same time."
"Good idea." Vinnie said. With that her arms were bound and tied to a hook that held a picture in the middle of the living room. Vinnie started first. Three blows landed into her middle, a navel shot, another navel shot, and a panty line shot. B was up next. Five came into her this time. Three to the solars, and two to the navel. She could barely make a sound, but still they kept coming from her mouth. Eric was the final man up now. He took the most time with her, he was by far the strongest and most powerful. He stepped in and delivered numerous shots to her bruised tummy, blow after blow filled her stomach. Punch...pause...repeat. This lasted for several minutes. Then pressure came to navel.
Punch...pressure...punch. That last for about 2 minutes. Then finally it was all there turns. One punch landed and pressure was its objective, another punched landed followed by two more punches, while the others fist was in her navel, the punches landed above her panty line. Then the final blow landed into her solar plexus, finally she could take no more and went limp bound to the wall. She was untied and left laying in the floor unconscious.
Eric picked up Marco who was awake by now and just pretending to still be knocked out, and untied him. Vinnie started a fire and through the folder into the flames, but kept the paper work with him, making her think the evidence was destroyed. B just watched making sure no one was looking and the four men made their way back to their boss laughing along the way about the sounds she made, the way her tummy caved in and how much fun they had.
In the morning Rachel woke where they had left her. She contemplated turning them in, but did nothing about it, she did NOT want this to happen to her again.
"Yeah boss its me." There was a silence as the young man looked around the corner to see Rachel leave. "Yeah she's got the file with as well."
The man on the other end is smoking a cigar and laughs smugly.
"Excellent Marco, the plan is in motion. You told her you'd be there at the correct time right?"
"Yes Sir, 8:30 sharp."
"Good work. You'll be rewarded when you return here tomorrow with my file."
"Yes Sir. Thank you sir." A quarter of a million dollars wasn't a bad sum for what he had done. His boss, known as Vito Francesca was a very rich drug lord and launderer, he'd been working for him for about 3 years now, posing as an apprentice for the lawyer who was determined to bring him down. There was never much evidence on him, but then something was discovered and all the evidence that was needed was there in that file that R took home with her. She had asked Marco to come over and go over all the details and get things ready for her boss in the morning, it was the court date, and he knew with out that evidence, there was no way he could be convicted.
Outside now, headed to her car, a young woman of 5'1" was ready to go home. Her keys jingled in her hand, as she hummed one of her favorite songs. Hers breasts were full and round, and bounced lightly with each step she took. The were a bit larger for her smaller framed body, but she was curvy, weighing about a 105 pounds. Her hips moved nicely beneath her grey skirt, her legs were pretty long as well, so it only added to the movement of her hips. It wasn't a shake, it wasn't a sway, it was a shimmy if you will. Her auburn hair was swept up in a ponytail, as she sat down in the seat, she reached behind her head letting her hair fall across her shoulders, and matching grey jacket. She laid the file down in the passenger and started on her way home. Little did she know that in matter of three hours what was at stake for her.
Once home, she entered kicking her shoes off and letting her stocking feet hit the soft white carpet of her home. She sat down on the couch removing her stockings and jacket. As she stood buttons became unleashed from her shirt revealing the round mounds that made her breasts. She removed the bra, the pink buds hardening from the chill of the air. Her tummy was toned but soft. She tried to work out when she could, which help her stay flat underneath the belly button. She wasn't not pudgy by any means, it was nothing a couple of nights of working out would not fixed. Her panties were black and lacey and were low against her hips, the small string of her thong fitting nicely between her toned cheeks. She redressed almost as if she were expecting the nights events. She Placed on a white tank top and no bra, nipples sticking out from beneath the ribbed fabric. Black shorts hugged those tantalizing hips quite well. She again placed her hair up, and waited for Marco. She was hoping that they would not just work on the file tonight. She like Marco, and was pretty sure he liked her as well. They had even been out a couple of times after work, but nothing had ever come of it. Perhaps tonight would be different.
Back at the office a black limo pulled up and the door opened. Marco stepped in and sat down. Across from him sat three men. All three when they stood were about 6'2" tall, and each weighed about 225 to 230 pounds. Each were dressed in fine suits of black and remained quiet for the entire ride to R house. Then one of the men spoke.
"You're going in first, then we'll bust in and knock you out. Just be prepared." He reached over and patted him on the back, and Marco stepped out. He moved toward the door and rang the door bell. She answered quite quickly.
"Marco, right on time." Rachel said.
He smiled. "I'm never late for an appointment." She smiled and moved past him and let him inside. After about 10 minutes of talking they began working.
"Here is something we need to highlight a phone conversation with one of his men in Italy, a heroin shipment." She highlighted the area and all of the sudden the door flew open, Marco knew it was ready to begin. She screamed and moved quickly from the couch only to be caught by the hair of the head and flung face first into the wall her arms pinned behind her back, her face turned to wear she could see what was going on. The man held her tightly making her watch.
"Watch this sweets this is gonna be great." Marco stood trying to fight off both men, only to be punched hard across his left jaw knocking him out cold. Then tied his arms and legs and left him laying in the floor. The two other men walked toward the man holding her and Rachel. The man holding her reached up and grabbed a handful of auburn locks and stood her out in front of the other two men.
"What do you think Vinnie." Said the man holding her. "Should we just take the file and get out of here?" He reached up and ripped her shirt from her body, her breasts bouncing from the confines of the shirt.
Vinnie laughed and shook his head. "Nah, B, she needs a little reminder not to mess with the boss." He said. B held her hair and arms tightly and Vinnie handed the file to Eric (the third man), and walked toward Rachel.
"Well now missy, this a hell of a situation you've gotten yourself into here. My boss some how found out that you had something that could bring him down. We're here to get it. Its a shame though."
R eyes shifted from Eric to Vinnie, tears welling in those deep blue orbs. "Just..just take the file and leave me alone. I'll tell him I lost it.
Just...please God...don't....." She was cut off, a deep belly blow landed into her navel, caving in the soft contours of her feminine stomach. A loud uuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhh, flew from her supple lips, her body slumping forward unto Vinnie's fist.
B took a hold of her hair tighter and lifted her back up. Another set up for three more penetrating blasts. Each one landing in a different spot, one in her solar plexus, another to her navel, and the third and final blow just above her panty line. Her eyes had been closed for the first too, but they shot open along with her mouth which made an o shape, the sound came out sounding like ooooooooooofffffff.
Vinnie laughed. "Did that hurt?" He said as B lifted her up. She groaned deeply and shook her head beneath his hands. Another blow landed into her soft middle, this one more intense than the previous ones. Her mind was mixed with fear, pain. Her heart pounded in her chest. She felt at any moment her knees would give way and she'd hit the floor. No chance in that, B was holding her hair way to tightly.
Just when she caught a breath, another punch invaded her unsuspecting belly, another panty line shot, it seemed the more punches he cast, the harder they came. He held his fist there and pushed up as B pushed down on her back with his elbow, the pressure caused his fist to sink deeply into that cute little pooch. She groaned loudly, and rested her head against the shoulder of Vinnie. The pressure released and B still held her back with his elbow. Vinnie retracted his fist and impaled her tummy again, this time the navel was his fists target. The same thing pressure. Same reaction, only louder. His fist retracted and came into her again into her solars. Followed by the pressure again. Her eyes shot open widely this time.
"Stand her up straight!" B did as he was ordered. His hand still infused with her hair. Instead of a fist, Vinnies foot became his weapon, a side kick landed into her navel now. Followed by another and to top it off a heavy blow with his fist as it uppercutted into her panty line. Each man knew she was incapable of moving. Marco began stirring, and Eric knocked him out again. B let Rachel fall to the floor, coughing and wheezing for air. After a few seconds, Eric was the holder. Eric held her in the same position fingers intertwined in Rachel's hair. B stood before her and Vinnie stood at his side, waiting for his turn again.
B's left fist was like a hammer, and much more devastating than Vinnies. Three shots in row landed into her belly button, first with the right hand, then with the left and the final with his right. They were forceful, much more painful and the feeling was longer lasting than Vinnies. A burning and throbbing sensation was her stomachs feeling now. Vinnie stepped in and cast a blow to her navel, he left his fist there pushing upward and B stepped in and landed a sickening punch to her panty line. She cried out loudly her body pressing firmly against Eric's. Both retracted their hammer like fists and repeated the action, only this time the places had switched. The punch and hold was done by B and into her panty line and Vinnie left his mark into her navel. After repeating this action several more times, she was once again released. Her body hit the floor with a thud.
"This is getting rather intense wouldn't you say?" Vinnie said. The others laughed and nodded. "But well worth it!" He said.
Vinnie was finally the holder now. Eric stood in front of Rachel and moved in for the first blow, his arm was placed against her chest, and four shots came into her bruised navel and then her solar plexus. His intensity she would find was the worst of the three. Her mouth was dry by now and could barely manage a squeal, but when he stepped in, her voice returned with an ungodly force. He reached into his pants pocket and placed on some brass knucks, and began again. Adding four more to his previous set of four. The force of his punch and her stomach left bruises almost on impact. His hand became a weapon on her middle.
A left with the free hand, and a right with the knucks, invaded her middle again over and over. Each cast more deeply and intense than before. B stepped in on a few of those punches. One connecting and almost immediately the other connecting with her belly. They admired their handy work now, as they let her fall. Then Eric got an idea.
"Lets tie her up and each take a wack at her at the same time."
"Good idea." Vinnie said. With that her arms were bound and tied to a hook that held a picture in the middle of the living room. Vinnie started first. Three blows landed into her middle, a navel shot, another navel shot, and a panty line shot. B was up next. Five came into her this time. Three to the solars, and two to the navel. She could barely make a sound, but still they kept coming from her mouth. Eric was the final man up now. He took the most time with her, he was by far the strongest and most powerful. He stepped in and delivered numerous shots to her bruised tummy, blow after blow filled her stomach. Punch...pause...repeat. This lasted for several minutes. Then pressure came to navel.
Punch...pressure...punch. That last for about 2 minutes. Then finally it was all there turns. One punch landed and pressure was its objective, another punched landed followed by two more punches, while the others fist was in her navel, the punches landed above her panty line. Then the final blow landed into her solar plexus, finally she could take no more and went limp bound to the wall. She was untied and left laying in the floor unconscious.
Eric picked up Marco who was awake by now and just pretending to still be knocked out, and untied him. Vinnie started a fire and through the folder into the flames, but kept the paper work with him, making her think the evidence was destroyed. B just watched making sure no one was looking and the four men made their way back to their boss laughing along the way about the sounds she made, the way her tummy caved in and how much fun they had.
In the morning Rachel woke where they had left her. She contemplated turning them in, but did nothing about it, she did NOT want this to happen to her again.