"SO HOW LONG DO I HAVE TO WAIT?" she asked, doing her best tough girl impersonation. She had seen her share of fake, phony and bullshit gangsters since she was 12, and at 28 Allison knew this was the real deal. But still she bluffed and tried to be tough. She usually did that when she was scared or horny and now she was both.
“Say you’re sorry, BITCH,” he whispered, and kissed her asshole again. The Afrikan turned his right hand upward, pointing his fingers toward the ceiling, and slowly slipped his thumb inside of Allison’s steamy sweet wetness. Her pussy’s inner walls slowly clasped around the knuckle of his thumb before allowing him to push it further. He bent his thumb upward and beginning pressing against the rear roof of her pussy, then curled his index finger and slowly pushed inside of her rear opening. Allison’s mouth opened. A small silent plea escaped before her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Allison tried to fool herself about the pain his felt. It was there but it was a dwarf to the giant that was the pain growing inside of her clitoris. The Afrikan pressed his finger and thumb against the thin membrane that separated them. Allison truly wanted to say she was sorry now. The sensation of such a terrible pain and the delectable ecstasy was driving her mad. Her body shook. The ropes pulled against her skin and she quickly realized what true death felt like. Her blood burned in her veins. Her muscles no longer obeyed her commands. If ancient Ethiopians had created such a device then she was happy that they were now cursed with famine. She begged for the Afrikan to command her to speak. Command words to come from her mouth like the stupid bitch that she was. But no commands came. No taunts or threats. Just the feel of his kiss and the movement of his fingers. This was torture. Sweet fucking torture. Then suddenly his fingers were taken from her openings. Her breathing returned. Allison tried to summon a quick breath. She wanted to speak. To say that she was sorry. Her pussy throbbed and was nearly dripping wet. Her mouth was dry and chalky. She turned her head to get a glimpse of him when she felt his hand on the back of her head, and pulled it backward.
“You want this to stop,” he whispered. “I can tell by your eyes.” He kissed her softly on her cheek, next to her earlobe. “So even if you apologize I won’t stop.”
He pushed her head forward slowly. Then placed his hand on the small of her back. Without looking she knew what was next. The head of his dick was full of scolding hot blood that pushed his girth to its fat limits. He grabbed the thick base of his dick placed against the entrance to her wet sexual lips. He pushed the very tip inside of her then grabbed her hair again. Allison’s head was pulled backward.
He turned to the camera and slowly pushed himself completely into her.
“See, she is just a woman,” he said, repositioning his hands so that they both were on her hips. The Afrikan pulled backward slowly, searching for the correct groove and stroke. He rolled and moved his hips searching the best pathway to her vaginal queendom. The Afrikan pulled himself free for just a brief moment, slapped his thick dark dick on her ass three times and reinserted himself. He rocked side to side then pushed halfway in. Allison spat and cursed.
“Oh shit… oh shit... I’m sorry!” she yelled. The Afrikan shook his head.
“I no longer care.” He slammed himself against her ass pushing himself deeper and deeper into her. Allison’s clitoris gasped and begged. She’d had faster strong orgasms before. But nothing that ever came this suddenly with this much power. She felt sick. Flu like chills ran throughout her entire body. Allison grabbed the top of the sofa cushions. She pushed backward despite the ropes. She had to get some kind of control. She pushed down and backward causing him to miss a beat. She pushed her arms out and bit her lip. She concentrated now. She forced her vaginal walls to grip his diving girth. She felt a hot gob of spit hit just above her asshole and then his thumb moving the saliva in place. The Afrikan didn’t play fair. He pulled halfway out and pushed his thumb and dick inside of her at once. Her knees locked straight. Allison heard two pops. One of which she was sure was in her leg somewhere and the other she was sure was one of the ropes. She struggled and fought as the Afrikan pushed and pounded himself inside of her. If he was surprised by the movement of her legs, he didn’t show it.
“…Yeah get mad,” he growled, “Get mad all you want.”
Allison rolled and swayed her hips. She was trying to guide him to the proper spot. He was very close but she wanted this intense battle over. She no longer cared if she lost. She’d been beaten before. She just wanted him out of her body and more importantly out of her house. She panted more. This time her shouts bounced around the room and were sincere. Allison had pulled one leg up again. She could feel him nearly in her stomach pushing and pushing deeper. She shook her head. She didn’t want to enjoy it but she was. She enjoyed the rough aggressiveness of the hitman. She enjoyed the quiver that was now in her gut. She enjoyed the sound of him breathing hard. She would also enjoy hurting him as well.
The Afrikan smacked her hard on her ass cheeks, sending a jolting shock throughout Allison. She had been concentrating on not going crazy. She had said she was sorry, but that didn’t stop the terrible pleasure. So now she would have to take things into her own hands. She saw her chance play out in her mind. Now all she had to do was wait for things to play out. She smiled as the Afrikan pulled his thumb free and grabbed her right side. She pushed back into him, despite the searing pain in her thigh. She knew she had torn a muscle but didn’t care. An orgasm was brewing like a mean storm and she need to be ready. The man that had been sent to kill her was now gaining speed with his sexual movements. Allison’s own orgasm couldn’t wait it was very near. She counted the pumps that would bring it and by the third push and hoarse pants. A bright blue flash exploded in her head, shutting her eyes closed. Her body shook and her vaginal walls clasped themselves around the Afrikan’s love spear. She rushed her orgasm. She needed to be strong and clear headed. The juice of such a power release ran down their bodies. The Afrikan pulled Allison’s hair and continued taunting her. Pushing her past the normal point of pleasure. By now she would have pushed her lover away; body too sensitive to be touched. She choked back another apology and fought off the warm swimminess in her head. She needed to be ready. Then it happened. Her head was clear. She could feel his dick growing more rigid. More stone like and filling with heat.
“He cumming, BITCH, he cumming,” her survival voice said.
The Afrikan began panting and grunting. Spitting out taunts and performed for the camera. He had lost track of the ropes. The only thing that matter was his pleasure now. He banged inside of Allison with mean force.
“Fuck me, muthafucka. Fuck this good fat pussy,” Allison taunted back.
The Afrikan began grunting in a language very foreign to Allison. Then he pushed, signaling the moment she was waiting for. The body began to shake and grow stiff. Allison used her entire body weight in two motions. First she pushed forward, pulling him with her, then rocked backward, extending her legs, and pulled on the sofa. The force of them lifted the sofa, knocking them both off balance. For a brief second Allison was able to stand, but her injured leg gave way to the weight of her and the sofa. She fell backward, knocking the Afrikan down against the floor. A surprised grunt escaped his body. She knew he would be somewhat weakened by the orgasm and caught completely off guard. The movement snapped the ropes that bound her hands. Allison wasn’t completely free but she was free enough to do some damage. She pushed upward onto the sofa, giving her enough room to deliver elbows backward into the Afrikan’s body. She smiled as grunt after grunt flew from his mouth. He squirmed away from her. He pushed off with his feet freeing himself, giving Allison the time need to get to her feet. Her leg screamed for her to quit. To just let whatever was going to happen; happen. Allison got to her feet first. She rushed the Afrikan, hitting him like her favorite linebacker from the Bears. Again the sound of air escaping from him made her happy. She could do more than survive; she could win. She stood up completely and drove her hands down into his shoulders. The resounding sound of his collarbone breaking and the curse that went with it was sweet. Again Allison stood and tried delivering the blow but her leg would have its way. The burning pain of a torn ligament shot through Allison as she fell backward with a small yelp. The Afrikan stood over her; face bloody.
“Good job...(heavy pant) Ms. Jackson,” he said as he slowly walked over to her. Allison leaned backward and kicked to kick him away, but he was ready for her. He waited for her to kick her leg out, dodged the kicked and jumped on top of her.
“This was been fun Ms. Jackson but I have to go collect my money.”
He sat up on her legs sending pain straight to her brain. Allison stuck her hands upward trying to fight him off. The Afrikan drove his forehead down into her nose sending blood and blue flashes into her vision. She instinctively covered her face.
She felt his arm snake around her neck. Before she could react the air was quickly cut off from her brain. The last sight Allison had was her own blood covering the bowl that had held the peaches.
Corny sat in a chair across from her “mother”, tears and anger filled her eyes. She should have been there, she kept telling herself. She had been extremely angry since finding Allison on her condo floor bloody and beaten up. Corny had made three calls the first being an ambulance the other two to her “brothers”. Corny had never liked the idea of not having security inside of the condo. But Allison wouldn’t have that. The only compromise was guys in the lobby. Well Corny wouldn’t let it happen again. Allison was moving with her and that was that.
“You still here?”
Corny sat up and moved toward the bed.
“Yeah,” Corny said, sitting at Allison’s feet, “told you I ain’t going nowhere.” Allison sat up in the bed and groaned. The pain had been dulled but there was still soreness in her muscles.
“Go home baby, I’m good.”
Corny tried to explain her side. “If I was there this wouldn’t have happened.”
Allison waved her off.
“No, there would prolly be two of us laid up. I’m good. You should be trying to take care of business. Can’t make no money in here. “
“I got that,” Corny said, looking down at her cell phone, “been making calls and checking on things.”
Allison looked around the room as Caralyn gave her updates. She didn’t know how long she had been here. Most likely a few days based on the small amount of clothes hanging up. She saw a few flower arrangements, thinking those had to be from the boys. Then she noticed a small box unopened at the foot of the bed.
“What’s that?” she asked pointing and sitting up.
“Oh that’s a tape. There was some cookies and a small bowl of peaches too.”
The bottom of Allison’s stomach fell as she thought about the only person who would send her peaches. She sat forward, ignoring the stiffness in her body and grabbed the box and ripped the top off. Just like Corny had said there was a small bundle of cookies, no doubt shortbread, which were her favorite, a small bowl of peaches and a mini recorder. Allison snatched the recorder and placed the box on the side of her. She quickly depressed the play button and was greeted by the familiar voice of the Afrikan.
“Hello Ms. Jackson. I hope that you’re recovering well,” the voice that she would never forget floated around the room. “Like I told you when we first met if I wanted you dead it would have happened by now. I didn’t kill you because the people who sent me only paid for the spanking. The rest was extra.”
Corny looked at Allison with a look that asked, ‘Extra, what’s that about?’
“You don’t have to worry about me coming back so let the pretty face girl sitting at your feet know she can go home. Also I have a soft side as well. So for four hundred thousand dollars I will tell you the people who sent me. By now the video is being circulated and in your business your name is all you have. I did some work for your brother and I’m sure we can do business as well. To agree, just tell the night nurse that you need the information your brother left. I’ll contact you after that. Please don’t harm her. She is just doing a favor for a very generous man and doesn’t know what’s going on. She’s a civilian, Allison. Bye for now.
Amani Na Baraka…”
The tape stopped playing.
Allison looked over to Corny and tossed the recorder back into the box.
“Get that money ready.”
“Say you’re sorry, BITCH,” he whispered, and kissed her asshole again. The Afrikan turned his right hand upward, pointing his fingers toward the ceiling, and slowly slipped his thumb inside of Allison’s steamy sweet wetness. Her pussy’s inner walls slowly clasped around the knuckle of his thumb before allowing him to push it further. He bent his thumb upward and beginning pressing against the rear roof of her pussy, then curled his index finger and slowly pushed inside of her rear opening. Allison’s mouth opened. A small silent plea escaped before her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Allison tried to fool herself about the pain his felt. It was there but it was a dwarf to the giant that was the pain growing inside of her clitoris. The Afrikan pressed his finger and thumb against the thin membrane that separated them. Allison truly wanted to say she was sorry now. The sensation of such a terrible pain and the delectable ecstasy was driving her mad. Her body shook. The ropes pulled against her skin and she quickly realized what true death felt like. Her blood burned in her veins. Her muscles no longer obeyed her commands. If ancient Ethiopians had created such a device then she was happy that they were now cursed with famine. She begged for the Afrikan to command her to speak. Command words to come from her mouth like the stupid bitch that she was. But no commands came. No taunts or threats. Just the feel of his kiss and the movement of his fingers. This was torture. Sweet fucking torture. Then suddenly his fingers were taken from her openings. Her breathing returned. Allison tried to summon a quick breath. She wanted to speak. To say that she was sorry. Her pussy throbbed and was nearly dripping wet. Her mouth was dry and chalky. She turned her head to get a glimpse of him when she felt his hand on the back of her head, and pulled it backward.
“You want this to stop,” he whispered. “I can tell by your eyes.” He kissed her softly on her cheek, next to her earlobe. “So even if you apologize I won’t stop.”
He pushed her head forward slowly. Then placed his hand on the small of her back. Without looking she knew what was next. The head of his dick was full of scolding hot blood that pushed his girth to its fat limits. He grabbed the thick base of his dick placed against the entrance to her wet sexual lips. He pushed the very tip inside of her then grabbed her hair again. Allison’s head was pulled backward.
He turned to the camera and slowly pushed himself completely into her.
“See, she is just a woman,” he said, repositioning his hands so that they both were on her hips. The Afrikan pulled backward slowly, searching for the correct groove and stroke. He rolled and moved his hips searching the best pathway to her vaginal queendom. The Afrikan pulled himself free for just a brief moment, slapped his thick dark dick on her ass three times and reinserted himself. He rocked side to side then pushed halfway in. Allison spat and cursed.
“Oh shit… oh shit... I’m sorry!” she yelled. The Afrikan shook his head.
“I no longer care.” He slammed himself against her ass pushing himself deeper and deeper into her. Allison’s clitoris gasped and begged. She’d had faster strong orgasms before. But nothing that ever came this suddenly with this much power. She felt sick. Flu like chills ran throughout her entire body. Allison grabbed the top of the sofa cushions. She pushed backward despite the ropes. She had to get some kind of control. She pushed down and backward causing him to miss a beat. She pushed her arms out and bit her lip. She concentrated now. She forced her vaginal walls to grip his diving girth. She felt a hot gob of spit hit just above her asshole and then his thumb moving the saliva in place. The Afrikan didn’t play fair. He pulled halfway out and pushed his thumb and dick inside of her at once. Her knees locked straight. Allison heard two pops. One of which she was sure was in her leg somewhere and the other she was sure was one of the ropes. She struggled and fought as the Afrikan pushed and pounded himself inside of her. If he was surprised by the movement of her legs, he didn’t show it.
“…Yeah get mad,” he growled, “Get mad all you want.”
Allison rolled and swayed her hips. She was trying to guide him to the proper spot. He was very close but she wanted this intense battle over. She no longer cared if she lost. She’d been beaten before. She just wanted him out of her body and more importantly out of her house. She panted more. This time her shouts bounced around the room and were sincere. Allison had pulled one leg up again. She could feel him nearly in her stomach pushing and pushing deeper. She shook her head. She didn’t want to enjoy it but she was. She enjoyed the rough aggressiveness of the hitman. She enjoyed the quiver that was now in her gut. She enjoyed the sound of him breathing hard. She would also enjoy hurting him as well.
The Afrikan smacked her hard on her ass cheeks, sending a jolting shock throughout Allison. She had been concentrating on not going crazy. She had said she was sorry, but that didn’t stop the terrible pleasure. So now she would have to take things into her own hands. She saw her chance play out in her mind. Now all she had to do was wait for things to play out. She smiled as the Afrikan pulled his thumb free and grabbed her right side. She pushed back into him, despite the searing pain in her thigh. She knew she had torn a muscle but didn’t care. An orgasm was brewing like a mean storm and she need to be ready. The man that had been sent to kill her was now gaining speed with his sexual movements. Allison’s own orgasm couldn’t wait it was very near. She counted the pumps that would bring it and by the third push and hoarse pants. A bright blue flash exploded in her head, shutting her eyes closed. Her body shook and her vaginal walls clasped themselves around the Afrikan’s love spear. She rushed her orgasm. She needed to be strong and clear headed. The juice of such a power release ran down their bodies. The Afrikan pulled Allison’s hair and continued taunting her. Pushing her past the normal point of pleasure. By now she would have pushed her lover away; body too sensitive to be touched. She choked back another apology and fought off the warm swimminess in her head. She needed to be ready. Then it happened. Her head was clear. She could feel his dick growing more rigid. More stone like and filling with heat.
“He cumming, BITCH, he cumming,” her survival voice said.
The Afrikan began panting and grunting. Spitting out taunts and performed for the camera. He had lost track of the ropes. The only thing that matter was his pleasure now. He banged inside of Allison with mean force.
“Fuck me, muthafucka. Fuck this good fat pussy,” Allison taunted back.
The Afrikan began grunting in a language very foreign to Allison. Then he pushed, signaling the moment she was waiting for. The body began to shake and grow stiff. Allison used her entire body weight in two motions. First she pushed forward, pulling him with her, then rocked backward, extending her legs, and pulled on the sofa. The force of them lifted the sofa, knocking them both off balance. For a brief second Allison was able to stand, but her injured leg gave way to the weight of her and the sofa. She fell backward, knocking the Afrikan down against the floor. A surprised grunt escaped his body. She knew he would be somewhat weakened by the orgasm and caught completely off guard. The movement snapped the ropes that bound her hands. Allison wasn’t completely free but she was free enough to do some damage. She pushed upward onto the sofa, giving her enough room to deliver elbows backward into the Afrikan’s body. She smiled as grunt after grunt flew from his mouth. He squirmed away from her. He pushed off with his feet freeing himself, giving Allison the time need to get to her feet. Her leg screamed for her to quit. To just let whatever was going to happen; happen. Allison got to her feet first. She rushed the Afrikan, hitting him like her favorite linebacker from the Bears. Again the sound of air escaping from him made her happy. She could do more than survive; she could win. She stood up completely and drove her hands down into his shoulders. The resounding sound of his collarbone breaking and the curse that went with it was sweet. Again Allison stood and tried delivering the blow but her leg would have its way. The burning pain of a torn ligament shot through Allison as she fell backward with a small yelp. The Afrikan stood over her; face bloody.
“Good job...(heavy pant) Ms. Jackson,” he said as he slowly walked over to her. Allison leaned backward and kicked to kick him away, but he was ready for her. He waited for her to kick her leg out, dodged the kicked and jumped on top of her.
“This was been fun Ms. Jackson but I have to go collect my money.”
He sat up on her legs sending pain straight to her brain. Allison stuck her hands upward trying to fight him off. The Afrikan drove his forehead down into her nose sending blood and blue flashes into her vision. She instinctively covered her face.
She felt his arm snake around her neck. Before she could react the air was quickly cut off from her brain. The last sight Allison had was her own blood covering the bowl that had held the peaches.
Corny sat in a chair across from her “mother”, tears and anger filled her eyes. She should have been there, she kept telling herself. She had been extremely angry since finding Allison on her condo floor bloody and beaten up. Corny had made three calls the first being an ambulance the other two to her “brothers”. Corny had never liked the idea of not having security inside of the condo. But Allison wouldn’t have that. The only compromise was guys in the lobby. Well Corny wouldn’t let it happen again. Allison was moving with her and that was that.
“You still here?”
Corny sat up and moved toward the bed.
“Yeah,” Corny said, sitting at Allison’s feet, “told you I ain’t going nowhere.” Allison sat up in the bed and groaned. The pain had been dulled but there was still soreness in her muscles.
“Go home baby, I’m good.”
Corny tried to explain her side. “If I was there this wouldn’t have happened.”
Allison waved her off.
“No, there would prolly be two of us laid up. I’m good. You should be trying to take care of business. Can’t make no money in here. “
“I got that,” Corny said, looking down at her cell phone, “been making calls and checking on things.”
Allison looked around the room as Caralyn gave her updates. She didn’t know how long she had been here. Most likely a few days based on the small amount of clothes hanging up. She saw a few flower arrangements, thinking those had to be from the boys. Then she noticed a small box unopened at the foot of the bed.
“What’s that?” she asked pointing and sitting up.
“Oh that’s a tape. There was some cookies and a small bowl of peaches too.”
The bottom of Allison’s stomach fell as she thought about the only person who would send her peaches. She sat forward, ignoring the stiffness in her body and grabbed the box and ripped the top off. Just like Corny had said there was a small bundle of cookies, no doubt shortbread, which were her favorite, a small bowl of peaches and a mini recorder. Allison snatched the recorder and placed the box on the side of her. She quickly depressed the play button and was greeted by the familiar voice of the Afrikan.
“Hello Ms. Jackson. I hope that you’re recovering well,” the voice that she would never forget floated around the room. “Like I told you when we first met if I wanted you dead it would have happened by now. I didn’t kill you because the people who sent me only paid for the spanking. The rest was extra.”
Corny looked at Allison with a look that asked, ‘Extra, what’s that about?’
“You don’t have to worry about me coming back so let the pretty face girl sitting at your feet know she can go home. Also I have a soft side as well. So for four hundred thousand dollars I will tell you the people who sent me. By now the video is being circulated and in your business your name is all you have. I did some work for your brother and I’m sure we can do business as well. To agree, just tell the night nurse that you need the information your brother left. I’ll contact you after that. Please don’t harm her. She is just doing a favor for a very generous man and doesn’t know what’s going on. She’s a civilian, Allison. Bye for now.
Amani Na Baraka…”
The tape stopped playing.
Allison looked over to Corny and tossed the recorder back into the box.
“Get that money ready.”
