Our protagonist finds that the girl he blackmailed has turned the tables, or so she thinks. A little give-and-take later, he enlists her help and finally closes in on his first catch. The boss has an interesting reward waiting for those who succeed.
****This is the third part of the series. The events follow directly after those of Part 2 - Debts Incurred and Repaid****
Note: The following content contains graphic depictions of non-consensual sex and abuse.
The door closed behind her as I stood, flabbergasted. What she had just said was at once so unexpected and also plausible. I had always seen Riya as an entitled bitch, but didn't really know much about her. I knew she flunked college and was a bit of a good-for-nothing. But what else? If I'd known that she had been sleeping around town with shady types, would I have been surprised? What really surprised me, though, was how widespread the boss' network seemed to be spread. In less than 24 hours, I had come across two people - one unknown and one known - who knew more than what I did. It seemed I was the only one who was learning the ropes while hanging onto the lowest rung of the ladder!
As my amazement subsided, darker thoughts invaded. I had blackmailed her into having sex with me. Now she held the cards, and for the second time in this chain of events, I would was in a very difficult negotiating position. It all depended on how much she knew, and what her price to return the diary pages would be. There was only one way to find out.
My hands trembling, I opened the door. How far had she gone? Not too far, apparently. I spied her almost immediately, standing across the street, chatting up some guy in clothes that seemed far too large for his lean frame. As I locked the door and exited the alley, she saw me, and waved me over. Much as I wanted to speak to her in private, I couldn't just walk away. Reluctantly, I crossed the road.
"Mickey, this is my big bro. Bro, this is Mickey. He helps with my...um...medication." Drug dealer, duh.
Mickey extended his hand and I shook it. It felt cold, almost like that of a cadaver. Riya was already talking again. "So as I was saying, he's going to pay the remaining amount." Obviously.
I arched an eyebrow at her. Mickey let out a big laugh. "You're an evil one, aren't ya Riya? Bet you don't know how big a hole you're in?" He then proceeded to tell me exactly how big a hole I was in. As it turned out, Riya had been making part payments for weeks, and Mickey had been losing his patience. Today was the deadline, and I was about to lose about a month's wages.
For a moment, I considered refusing, or paying in part. I could also just call her bluff and walk off. Riya appeared confident, almost smug. But beneath the smugness, I could sense the vulnerable girl who was dreading exactly such a scenario. To be honest, I felt a bit sorry for her, especially after I had coerced her. To be even more honest, I needed those pages!
Half an hour later, my bank account substantially depleted, I walked out of the ATM. Riya held out her hand for the money. "Nope, my money - I hand it over to him."
Riya looked surprised, then nodded. We made our way back, this time taking a side alley that ended in a clogged drain. As we approached it, Mickey emerged out of the shadows with a smile. I handed the wad of cash and waited as he carefully counted the bills twice. Finally satisfied, he nodded. "Didn't expect you to come clean Ri. So what will the next order be? Half or full?"
Before she could answer, I replied "Full this time mate."
"Cool, cool. I like people who pay up full. And yes, you're paying full price before I hand any merch to you from now on. Understood?"
I nodded and took Riya's arm in mine. Turning around, I headed back to my den at a brisk pace. She looked stunned, and almost tripped trying to keep pace with me. Neither of us spoke until we were back inside. The silence hung heavy until I broke it.
"How long will a full pack last you?"
"Four or five days? Six if I'm careful. But...but you don't get to decide how much and how often mister. I decide, you pay."
"Oh really, so I'm a walking ATM right now?"
"Yeah, any problem?" Her insufferable smirk was back in place.
"One problem. You seem to know a bit about the boss. You know that if I don't complete my task within the deadline, I'd end up dead. Who's going to pay for your addiction then?"
"I'll find someone new." She quipped, but her voice sounded less sure than she perhaps wanted to.
"Right, sure you could. Except you've exhausted all your usual avenues of easy cash. Why else would you be defrauding the tenants - tenants who would wipe out your brother's job if word got out?" Riya glared at me, but she knew I was right.
"Here's the deal babe - you give me the pages and when the time comes, I'll pay up for you. If I'm alive that is."
Riya seemed to consider the proposition. To be honest, this was my only card, and if she didn't bite, I'd be in big trouble. Tense moments passed as we both stood there. She reached into her cleavage and pulled the pages out. But she did not give them to me. Instead, she opened them and began to scan the jumble of numbers and letters. She seemed to be lost in intense thought, and I pondered whether I could be fast enough to snatch the pages without tearing them.
As I was building up the courage for a quick lunge, she looked up. Her eyes met mine, but I couldn't quite read her expression. "I think I may have a better offer!"
With that, she went into the bedroom and took out my laptop. Opening it, she asked for my credentials. Curious and baffled in equal measure, I saw her login and open up a spreadsheet. Carefully, she began to key in each set of letters and numbers, but quietly separated them into columns. Within minutes, the two pages of text had become sets of data on a spreadsheet. Apparently satisfied, she looked up at me.
"Babe, I'm a drug addict. No way to sugarcoat that. One week's worth of drugs won't do it for me - I need a regular supply. And you're right - you are my prime source of cash right now. So here's my deal - how about a partnership where you pay for my drugs and I help you with your little task?"
"Sounds attractive, except this isn't my line of work. I, um, have to do this because I did something bad to someone who...." Riya was rolling her eyes so I stopped. "You fucked the product meant for delivery, and now you need to replace it."
"Y-yes. that's about it." Realizing that she had probably guessed everything by now, I continued, "but once I've paid my debt, I'm done. Anyhow, I need to be off to the office - I can't afford to lose my job!"
Riya began to laugh. "You think you're going to just walk away? You could, you know. But those who succeed never walk away, until they fail. And those who fail, never walk again." The words sent a chill down my spine. Was I stuck in an endless cycle, with one page following another? Again, there was only one way to find out, and that was to complete the task. Riya seemed supremely unperturbed by the thought of kidnapping young girls - girls of around her age - and selling them into what I could only assume was sexual slavery. Drug addicts will do things their normal selves would never do, I told myself. She was also desperate in her own way. As my eyes moved over her petite form, I realized that a partnership - with benefits perhaps - was probably a win for both of us.
"Okay okay, I think we may have a deal. How much do you know about the, um, operation?"
"Only as much as the guys I've fucked told me under the influence of drugs and alcohol. I know that most of the unfortunate guys catching innocent girls on the streets of this city are in fact not doing so for their own pleasure. They are working for a cartel, whose boss you have probably met. Most of them are rapists and molesters who attacked the wrong girl, and then got dragged into the business. I also know that most don't manage to pull it off, since the cartel demands only the finest. And there are only so many fine cunts in this city."
I noticed an edge in her voice - was she somehow jealous of not being "fine" enough? But I'd heard enough. I looked back at the screen, and the columns began to make sense. Looking past the first row, I noticed that the rest fell into a pattern. After the first two columns giving the location, the next string of numbers had been broken up thus -
19 168 32C 24 28 E-14
Reading them over and over as she observed me, the sequence finally began to make sense. The string began with the victim's age, then height, bust, waist and hip measurements. The last part was baffling though. I looked up at Riya and she seemed to read my mind. "The last part is the identifying marker. They can't be too specific lest it fall into the hands of the wrong person."
"How did you figure it out?"
"A girl can recognize another girl faster, can't she?" was all she said.
I would have quizzed her further, but we were burning sunlight. I was already an hour late for office, and still needed to find a way to sneak out by lunchtime. I explained my predicament to my new partner. She nodded and shut the laptop. "It's best we hit the colleges - it's exam time and the exams end around noon. If we get nothing, we can still hit a couple of residential complexes in the evening." I nodded. "You get out of your shitty little workhole and take the Constantia Institute of Management. I'll hit St. John's now. Keep your phone on - both of them."
With that, she handed me the burner phone and the page which contained the details of our Constantia beauty, while she took the one for St. John's. Having seen the data split up into columns, my mind automatically read the details. "Oh, and two more things. One, buy a large trolley-bag. And two, give me some money for travel and lunch!" Cursing her audacity, I took out some money from my backup stash. Handing her half the bills, I went to the washroom to get dressed.
Three hours later, I was nervously counting the hours till lunch. My supervisor was busy in a meeting about sales targets. I couldn't leave without informing him. After what seemed like an eternity, he emerged from the conference room looking at his watch. I blocked his path, mumbling something about having a doctor's appointment. I had claimed a sick leave for Saturday, and the appointment chimed in nicely with it. "Where?" "Happy Valley Nursing Home Sir." It was right next to the college, just in case he decided to make me complete any errands on the way.
"Ah good! I'm going to Constantia myself to pick up my son. You can ride along!"
This put paid to my plan to purchase adequate luggage, but would save me a lot of time. We saved more time since his son had an exam and he didn't want to be late. Alighting outside the hospital, I took in my surroundings. I would have to approach the College from a discreet angle, not least because my supervisor would be waiting outside the main entrance. Having spent the better part of the day studying pictures of the compound, I knew that the college had its own hostels and staff quarters behind the academic complex. These had their own separate entries, though, as I had guessed, they weren't manned.
Moving in through the hostel entrance, I immediately began to look for any key to making sense the mass of identical rooms that rose on either side of me. There were two boys and two girls' hostels. Reaching a fork in the path, I noticed a faded sign that suggested that C and D blocks were to the left, and E and F to the right. The faded lettering suggested that C and D were boys' hostels, and the other two were girls'. The string had specified E-14 so it must be the E block. Moving to my right, I soon found myself at the entrance of a four storey building.
There was no one around - presumably they were busy with their exams or had already gone home for the semester break. Climbing the stairs, I found rooms 10 through 15 on the first floor. 14 was the penultimate room. The door opened at my touch. Inside the room were three beds, two of which were made up. The third was messy, suggesting that its occupant was still around. Taking a couple of tentative steps inside, I sensed something was wrong. The room smelt of cologne, and the clothes hanging on the window sill outside seemed to belong to a guy.
Before I could explore further, a shirtless guy emerged from the bathroom, wiping his torso as he turned towards me. "Who are you?"
"Hi, sorry for just walking in. I was told that this was the girls' hostel, and I'm looking for a girl called Neha."
The guy clearly didn't believe me. "Dude, you're either a pervert or a thief. Either way, you're pathetic. E block was converted to a mixed hostel a year back, and all rooms on this floor are occupied by guys. If your Neha really lived here, she would have told you that. Now get lost before I hit you."
I didn't need any further encouragement. Running out of the building, I checked the page again. Nope, it was E-14. Was the list outdated? Maybe Neha had moved out a few months after it had been converted? Dejected and confused, I walked slowly back to the hostel gate. As I turned onto the main street though, I noticed that there was yet another entrance - the entrance to the staff quarters.
A car was exiting the complex. Waiting for it to leave, I noticed that unlike the hostels, there were clear markings near the gate informing visitors who lived where. And yes, there was an E-block here as well! My heart suddenly filled with hope, I decided that it would be best to recce the location and if it did contain a fuckable cunt, return as quickly as possible with a large-enough suitcase.
Unlike the hostels, there were only two apartments per floor, and 14 required you to climb all the way up to the seventh floor. Out of breath and wary of any intruders suddenly bursting out with heavy suitcases, I made my way to E-14. Nervously, I rang the bell.
A couple of moments later, the door opened. No one emerged, but someone said "leave your shoes outside. I have to do the sweeping myself you know." The voice seemed to be that of a young girl. Yes!
Removing my shoes, I pushed the door ajar in anticipation. Stepping inside a modest apartment with far more books than cunts, I began to look for the source of the command. Eventually, she emerged holding a glass of water in her hand. She had a pretty face, and was around 168cm tall. But 32C-24-28? More like 40D-36-42! For a moment, I mused whether a hard diet plan could bring her down to the required statistics in under 36 hours.
Offering the glass to me, she continued - "You must be Rahul. Mom said you'd be coming, but in the evening. How did the exam go?"
I sipped the water slowly as I pondered my answer. Rahul was probably the professor's student, and would be dropping by for some academic-related work. "Good, bit better than the last one." I handed the glass back to her. She motioned for me to sit down on the couch. "Don't take out your books just yet - mom won't be home for at least an hour. Until then, I'm all you have!"
Something in her tone suggested that she found me attractive. The problem was, I did not, and even if I did, I needed to find a svelte girl somewhere in the house. Sensing that I was checking out the surroundings, she asked - "do you want to tour the house now? It's just a couple of rooms and the servant quarters at the back. So tell me-"
Before she could finish, another young female voice floated in from the kitchen - "When will you like your lunch?"
The intrusion irritated my paunchy friend. "I'll ask for it when I want it." Turning to me, she asked "have you had anything to eat?"
"Not much really."
"Obviously, you were giving an exam. Mary, could you bring some snacks for our friend here?" Mary responded in the affirmative. Desperate to avoid further conversation, I picked up the nearest book. It was on advanced organic chemistry. Flipping through the pages casually, I noticed the fat girl eyeing me again. "It's a tough book, though it must be easy for you."
Before I could answer, Mary appeared with some snacks and a glass filled with juice. Bending in front of me, she held the tray for me to take what I wanted. As I picked up the plate, though, my eyes darted to her figure. She was thin, but not skeletal. Dusky, but not dark. Pretty features complemented by sharp, inquisitive eyes. Waist-length hair framed her thin frame. She could be a 32C, and that waist could be 24. Noticing my hesitation, fatty quipped "Don't want those snacks? We could get some home delivery if you like." Mary, meanwhile had had enough of being measured by my eyes. Placing the tray on the centre-table, she responded indignantly, "if you were going to order food, why did your mother make me cook?"
Now that she was standing upright beside me, I had a better view of physique. Underneath a simple white and pink top and pants, I could make out that she had a pretty nice figure. 32C-24-28? Definitely possible, but was she really the one? I had always assumed that the girls on the boss' list would be entitled rich bitches, protected and difficult to catch. How hard could it be to grab a servant girl when she was, say, buying groceries?
Mary noticed me checking her out again, and unfortunately, so did fatty. With an imperious wave of her hand, the latter dismissed Mary from my presence. "I'm going to take a bath. If you do decide to eat my humble offerings, they're on the countertop." With that, she left me alone with the whale again.
I needed to find some way to distract her while I figured out a way to snag the servant girl. Fatty was going on about how unreliable Mary was. Apparently, she was not originally a servant girl. Her mother had found her loitering around the campus and had taken her in. Her antecedents were unclear, but she was useful in the kitchen.
As she was speaking, she noticed that I had not touched the food. Her eyes lit up. "Her cooking is atrocious though. There's a good Chinese restaurant nearby." "That would be great, but please let me pay!" A plan was forming in my mind.
"No, no please. You're my mother's guest." With that, she began eagerly tapping away at the screen, leaving me to look through the kitchen from where I was seated. From what I could see, the servants' quarters were located behind the kitchen. She was reading out the items she intended to order. I nodded along before insisting that I make the payment. With feigned reluctance, she allowed me to replicate the order on my own phone. Instead of making the payment though, I stood up and went near the window. Attached to the back of the building was a metal staircase - the servants had their own entrance!
"Where are you going?"
"Oh, just trying to get the location."
Believing me, she asked me to type in the address instead. I pretended to do so, all the while maintaining sufficient distance. Once it was "typed," I "paid" for the order with a few additional taps and tucked the phone into my pocket. "20 minutes to delivery!"
"That's faster than usual!" It had to be. I had already spent nearly twenty minutes in the house, and I did not want her mother coming in and unmasking me. As she again tried to make small talk, I wandered into the kitchen, noting the door that led to the servants' quarters. The door was ajar. Moving closer, I could hear the sound of a water pouring into a bucket. I began to formulate my plan.
The next fifteen minutes were the longest of my life. Fatty kept trying to impress me, as my eyes kept darting between the servants' quarters and the main door. The moment the time was up, I pretended to receive a call. "What...oh...they're not letting you through? Who is it? Can I talk to him?"
Fatty stood up. "It must be the grumpy geology guy - he thinks every delivery person is a predator. Don't worry - I'll get it in a jiffy!" With that, she rushed out.
Without further ado, I locked the door behind her and rushed to the servants' quarters, picking up some hemp rope from a sack of rice on my way. The kitchen exit led to a narrow passageway. The stairs connected to the side of the passageway. At the end of the passageway was what appeared to be a single room and bathroom. The water was still running. The room inside was dark. Part of me suggested I be circumspect - Mary did know that I was checking her out earlier. But I was out of time - fatty could return at any moment. Pushing past the door, my eyes were blinded by the darkness.
Out of nowhere, I felt something hit me on the face, and a figure pushed past me and rushed down the stairs. Recovering myself, I gave chase. Out in the open again, I saw Mary - now clad in just a slip and panties - rushing as fast as she could down the stairs. Reaching the bottom of stairwell, Mary rushed towards the low boundary wall. By the time she reached it, I was almost upon her. As I reached out, she whirled around and hit me again. Stunned, I saw her begin clambering over the wall.
Wasting no time, I followed her just in time to see her disappear into a wooded lot. Jumping down from the wall, I continued to run after her. My lungs strained for air, but I was a regular in track events while at college. About a hundred yards from the wall, I finally caught up and this time, leapt to the side as she again tried the flying hit. As she struck thin air, I grabbed her waist and sent us crashing into the ground. Placing myself firmly on top of her, I pressed her down into the dirt.
"Help! Helpppp! Let me go, help!" This wasn't an empty factory, but a medium-sized wooded lot that was surrounded by buildings. Mary's chances of being heard were far more than the girl I'd raped two nights ago. Desperate to restrain her, I realized that I had no means to sedate her. Instead, I pulled out the rope and tied her hands. Cutting the excess rope using my trusty Swiss knife, I used the rest to tie her feet. Having thus restrained her, I cut off her panties and vest, and used them to gag her.
As quiet returned to the environs, I turned her over. Naked, gagged and bound, all dear Mary could do was glare at me. Standing up, I grabbed her hair and began dragging the beauty towards some nearby bushes. Once we were obscured, I called Riya. She told me that she had picked up a suitcase and was coming for me. However, she advised me to call the boss and tell him in advance.
I did. A husky voice answered. He asked me to repeat the string. I did, and he cut the call. This left me straddling a struggling bitch as I wondered whether my accomplice or DJ would arrive first. I dreaded the latter, since I had no way of lugging a completely nude Mary out of the wooded lot without attracting every pair of eyeballs in the vicinity.
Having struggled futilely for quite some time, I felt her muscles relaxing. Reaching for her gag, I pulled the panties out of her mouth. This time, she did not scream. Instead, she asked in a calm, measured voice - "how did you find me? I thought I had covered my tracks. What did Mayank tell you to do?"
"Who's Mayank?"
Confusion clouded Mary's eyes. "So Mayank didn't send you? Why did you grab me then? Please, I have done you no harm. I'm just a poor girl but I can make it worth your while!"
"I'm sorry Mary. Boss doesn't take kindly to anyone disobeying his orders. But tell me, who's this Mayank dude?"
"The one who was pretending to be Rahul, that's who. He's been on my tail ever since I borrowed some money from his father. When I saw that it wasn't him, I thought for a moment that you were an ordinary pervert. Then you burst into my room and-"
"you fled."
She did not answer. Before I could interrogate her further, I heard tires at the edge of the wooded lot. A door opened and closed. Was DJ here already? I strained my ears for footsteps while trying my best to stay hidden. Mary of course, had other ideas. "Help! Hel-mfff" I cut her off mid-sentence by shoving the gag back into her mouth.
"Is this how you plan to deliver her to us?" a deep voice behind me startled me. I had not heard any footsteps approach from behind me. Turning around, I saw the boss himself towering over me. "Dirty, bruised and rolling in the dirt. Hardly what our clients expect. But untouched, so barely passable." Two masked men emerged from behind the boss. One of them scooped up Mary in his arms and carried her off. The other whispered something in the boss' ear.
"I thought I made it clear that you were not to be followed." The edge in the boss' tone raised my hackles.
"No-no boss Sir! I was not followed."
"Who's this then?" He stood to one side, and I found Riya trembling behind him. A masked man had a gun to her temple. In her hand was the suitcase she had promised.
"Boss let me explain. She's-she's my accomplice. She already knew bits and pieces and she can keep a secret."
"Oh, so we ask you to be discreet and the first thing you do is spill everything to your girlfriend."
"No! She helped me figure out the numbers and a way to pick Mary up without arousing suspicion."
"Is that so? But if that suitcase is for our Mary, why is it already full?" I noticed that Riya's muscles were straining on the handle. As the boss turned towards her, she slowly lowered herself till she could unzip it. Opening it up, she looked at me with snug pride.
Inside the bag was another girl, no older than 19 or 20. She seemed fast asleep in a fetal position, her arms tied in front of her.
The boss began to laugh, and the masked men joined in. "Your accomplice seems to be more efficient than you! If only women put themselves in situations similar to yours, we might have been far ahead of schedule by now!" Riya was now grinning from ear to ear. Part of me wanted to slap her, but another part wanted to wrap her in a warm sexy embrace.
The masked man pocketed the gun, and proceeded to zip up the suitcase again, being careful to leave enough space for her to breathe. He then wheeled our second victim off. The boss motioned us to follow him. At the edge of the lot stood an ordinary looking cash delivery van. It appeared to have been modified to include a larger and completely insulated rear storage space. The boss motioned us to the back. As one of his masked servants opened the back, another motioned us inside. As we clambered in, the boss gave a hearty wave, saying "It's a long ride back. Enjoy the ride, you've earned it." With that, the door slammed behind us.
Riya found a light switch somewhere as the engine revved up and we began to move. As my eyes adjusted, I saw that we were not alone. Chained to the side of the vehicle was, lo and behold, the girl I had ravaged! Seeing me, her eyes lit up with fear. She had been cleaned and put into a fresh set of pink lingerie and was gagged with some sort of rubber gag, but the marks of my ravages were still on her.
"You know each other?" Riya asked. I explained our chance acquaintance. "You're pretty incompetent you know?" she mocked me as she approached the poor girl. Reaching into her fiery red locks, she rummaged until the straps of her gag came off. She then began to pull, drawing out what turned out to be a thick dildo from between the girl's lips. The moment her lips were free, the begging resumed. "Please miss, that man, he's a rapist. He did unspeakable things to me. Please protect me!"
"Of course baby! So long as you keep me happy, I won't let the bad man lay a finger on you!"
As the chained cunt processed what Riya meant, my accomplice pulled off her pants in a jiffy. Her panties followed as it slowly dawned on the poor girl what "happy" meant in Riyanese. Grabbing a fistful of the slut's hair, Riya bent down to wrap her lips in a violent kiss. I watched in awe as she bit deep into her lips, pulling the soft petals until I was sure she would draw blood. The next moment, she shoved her tongue into the girl's mouth, raping her orifice the way I had in the dark factory.
Evidently overwhelmed by the unexpected lesbian love, the girl pulled back. This pissed Riya off. She stood up, dragging the girl up with her by her hair. Her ankle had evidently improved, but not completely, since she still stood gingerly, her weight resting on one leg. Holding onto her hair with one hand, Riya landed a couple of tight slaps. "You promised to make me happy. Will you?" As the girl continued to stare at her with a mixture of fear and loathing, Riya hurled her against the opposite wall of the van. The chains were went taut, trapping the girl mid fall. She grabbed her hair again, twisting her head roughly until she began to appear dizzy. With her free hand, she pushed into the pink bra until she found the girl's left nipple. Pulling it out from underneath the lacy fabric, Riya twisted it hard and pulled it until it seemed she would rip her tit off.
Letting go of her hair and tit caused the girl to fall to her knees. Riya stood over her and put her knee under the girl's chin, raising her face until their eyes met again. Riya motioned her towards her moist pussy. The girl had had enough encouragement. She placed her face between Riya's spread legs and began to lick her cunt juices. Riya moaned in pleasure and pushed her head deeper into her sex. I watched in fascination as the red head continued to slurp hungrily at the cunt as Riya's eyes rolled in their sockets from pure pleasure. One hand holding her unwilling lover in place, the other was on her tits, fondling herself through her top. As her climax approached, she began to rock her hips violently in the girl's face, pushing her so much that I saw the girl start to struggle for air.
Suddenly, Riya's climax broke as the girl tried frantically to avoid being drowned in her juices. Overcome with bliss, Riya collapsed onto the floor of the van, pulling her captive with her. The chains had enough slack for the girl to change position such that she was now bent over Riya, her ass high in the air. I couldn't stand being a passive observer anymore - it was time to complete what I had started two nights ago!
Moving upto the girl's shapely ass, I grabbed her lace panties and tugged them down. Her muscles tensed for a moment, but Riya was not done with her cunnilingus. If the girl did protest, only Riya's pussy heard it. The cunt I had ravaged was exposed, along with the asshole that had escaped my depredations. As Riya kept her head locked in place, I lowered my pants and positioned myself behind my victim.
With one quick motion, I buried myself inside her soft cunt. As I regained the velvety tightness, the resulting jerk caused Riya to look up. Our eyes met, and she gave me a thumbs up. Grabbing the girl's hips, I began to move in and out of her. Riya soon got used my rhythm with the girl's head in her cunt, and the lovers of yesterday were united once more - this time through the common object of our abuse.
The sight of Riya enjoying herself roused me even more, and I began to push faster and harder into the girl. I slapped her ass until her cheeks turned red, then reached under her to grope her sweet C-cups. Riya laughed as I groped her. Raising the girl's head from her cunt, she reached for the tits herself. Grabbing both nipples at once, she yanked them like door knockers, causing the girl to let out a blood-curdling scream. With a satisfied smile that said "that's how it's done," she pushed the girl back into her cunt.
The pathetic scream pushed me over the edge, causing me to dump my load deep into her vagina. I wasn't done yet, but I needed a break. Riya noticed this, and teased me - "If your own tank is dry, maybe you could encourage our friend to work harder on me?"
Smiling, I nodded. Out came the leather belt from my waistband. Wrapping one end around my hand, I aimed the buckle-end at the poor girl's ass. Whack! The girl's whole body shuddered as the force of the blow tore through her. A nice red streak appeared across her white buttocks as she raised her head to howl! Riya enjoyed the howl, but promptly pushed her back to business. Whack! Another line appeared across her cunt lips. Whack! The skin around her asshole changed colour. Whack! Whack! Crisscrossing lines appeared across her back. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! The blows continued to fall, each resulting scream muffled partially by Riya's cunt. The girl's back was soon turning into an artwork made of red and purple lines of a white canvas.
The whipping had made me sweaty and ready for another round of fucking. Ripping off my shirt, I lowered my dick to her ass. Pushing my dick into her still-wet cunt for lubrication, I pulled out after a couple of strokes. The girl seemed relieved at the short fuck. Her relief evaporated as she felt my member at the tip of her asshole. Grabbing onto the sides of her ass, I pulled the skin until her circular hole was extended on both sides. Digging my thumbs into her ass meat, I began to gently but firmly push my dick into her hole.
As the pressure grew, she began to rock her hips violently to avoid the fresh intrusion. Her struggles caused Riya to land a fresh round of slaps on her face. This quietened her down enough for me to push the prick head into her ass. She was tight, and it felt all the better to be violating her in a way that she probably had never been taken before. I kept pushing, then pulled out slightly, then pushed in further. Each time I pushed, the girl would express her desperate desire to escape my dick. Each time this struggle made me want to rape her harder. With no lubrication except for her cunt juices on my cock, it must have been excruciating for the girl to be raped in the shitter. Not that I cared.
After a few tries, I was fully buried in her asshole. The tightness was on another level - it felt as if her ass simply wanted to swallow my cock whole and never let it go! Grabbing her thin waist, I slowly pulled out, causing her to thrash again. On my second voyage, I pushed in in one go, and then began to repeat the motion. The girl's struggles became incessant but increasingly feeble, until she simply maintained her position, perhaps fearful of both my cock and the merciless hands gripping her head. Once again, Riya and I developed a rhythm. As I picked up my pace, she began to rub the girl's face harder against her own pussy. I felt another climax building, and could tell that Riya was approaching her second as well. As I fucked her harder, I picked up the belt and began to whip her again, timing my blows with each thrust. The girl was, by this time, too exhausted to protest and docilely accepted her punishment.
The steady reddening of her back, coupled with the tightness of her ass and the sight of Riya's impending orgasm brought me close to the edge. Riya screamed out of ecstacy, and the surprise caused me to go over the edge as well! For a moment we came together - one at each end of a thoroughly degraded whore. Our eyes met and I could tell that she knew that this would be the first of many times that we would cum together.
Our second climaxes finally drained us. Pushing the exhausted girl off, Riya climbed onto her feet and began to pull on her clothes. I could feel the van decelerating, and so felt it prudent to dress up as well. I wondered whether we should put the cunt into the position we had found her in. Riya, reading my mind, landed a mild kick on the cunt's midsection before moving away.
The van stopped almost the same moment I finished putting on my clothes. The door opened and I realized that we were back in the same courtyard where I had been held prisoner a couple of nights prior. DJ peeped into the van and saw the crying, exhausted cunt. Nodding approvingly, he motioned us to exit the van. The boss wasn't there to welcome us, but the two disappeared girls were, this time holding trays of what appeared to be juice.
"Welcome - and welcome back! It's not often that I welcome a woman onto the premises if she's not gagged and bound, but then again, there are always exceptional days."
He motioned for us to take the drinks. I hesitated for a moment, remembering how I had been drugged. Riya did not hesitate, scooping up a lime cordial and settling into one of the seats around the fountain. I took the other drink and followed DJ to another seat.
"You have done well," he said, looking at me. Turning to Riya, he said, "and you, exceptionally well. We did not think one girl would have it in her to restrain and lug our products across the city on her own, much less do so undetected. Plus, she did so on her own volition, unlike our friend here!" Riya smirked at me, and I felt my cheeks turn hot.
"Nevertheless, the boss is pleased. He detects sufficient competency within both of you to allow you to continue, if you so desire." The emphasis on "if" drew a raised eyebrow from Riya as she shot me a quick glance. "If you want to walk away, know that there is no payment for the first job - it is merely a test of competence and loyalty. But if you choose to continue, rich rewards await those who bring us a good catch!"
"I'm ready to get back to work!" Riya proclaimed, her eyes burning into mine, pressing me to say the same. Conflicting thoughts raced through my mind. Would I become a professional predator from now on, my profession being to capture pretty young things for rich perverts? I wasn't bothered by the morality of it, but how long would I last? Truth be told, I had failed in one attempt, and barely succeeded in another. Riya, on the other hand, had come out with flying colours. She had not only figured out how to read the string, but had devised a necessary strategy and snagged a cunt all on her own. She had every right to be confident. But I? All I wanted, I realized, was to deliver warm young morsels of female flesh to the life of pain and humiliation that they deserved for teasing men like me since the beginning of time. If I was paid along the way, all the better for it.
"I'm ready too." I said in a calm, even voice. "Let us know if we should continue with the list."
DJ gave a rare smile, but shook his head. "No, not that list. That's a rookie list. You'll get a fresh list from Bitchcunt here." Bitchcunt, apparently, was the name of the girl who had once dated the councillor's son. On cue, Bitchcunt produced a fresh set of pages. This time, I took them from her hand. She did not produce a syringe to knock me out.
Standing up, I gestured to Riya to follow me. But Riya did not move. "Riya?" DJ smiled again, "Much as you might desire her expertise, she will be needed for some very, err, specialized missions. The van will drop you off home."