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A stylish house in North Hudson Avenue, Hancock Park, South Hollywood, late May, 2012. Gina Cohen’s Saturday morning started out like most other Saturday mornings did...the ordinary things of daily life, cleaning her ground floor apartment, washing bed linen, vacuuming floors, putting stuff away from the night before; the usual stuff people do at weekends. She had her I-Pad on speaker, in the background, playing tracks from classic Doors album, ‘LA Woman.’ The music put Gina in an optimistic mood and she hummed along to the magical refrain of ‘Riders on the Storm.’ Suddenly, her fantasy of screwing uber-sex-God, Jim Morrison, was interrupted by the door buzzer sounding with an insistent ZZZZZZZZZZPPPP!! Gina pulled a face. ‘Who the hell is that on a fuckin Saturday morning?’ she groaned, checking the I-Pad’s clock which read just after eleven, irritated at the breaking of her routine, now she was so well into it. With a resigned sigh, she went and looked through a tiny spy-hole in the front door. Nobody was there. She thought, angrily, ‘Must be those shitty k**s from down the block. Someone should really slap those little fucks.’ Shrugging her shoulders, she went back to the kitchen. Then, the buzzer sounded again with a much longer ZZZZZZZZZZZPPPPP!! this time. ‘Fuck it; I’ve had it with you dick-weeds!’ Gina shouted. Aggressively, she went over and yanked open the front door. Still, nobody appeared.
‘Okay, okay, fine, you think this is fuckin funny, huh?’ she yelled, adding, ‘Well, you can go fuck off, whoever you are! Got that, assholes?’
Suddenly, two ski-masked men appeared, either side of the doorway, and forcefully pushed Gina inside, slamming the door behind them. ‘What the fuck...’ Gina started to say, before one of the men covered her mouth with a leather-gloved-hand and silenced her.
‘Be cool, bitch...just be cool,’ he whispered, in a cold, deep voice.
Gina froze in terror and her whole body went rigid. She imagined slowly being killed with knives and almost peed herself. The big guy covering her mouth said to his masked companion, ‘Just cut them off, man.’ Gina shuddered when male number two pulled out a big K-bar type knife, a military model, the kind with a knuckle-duster handle and serrated blade. While Gina shook with fear, he positioned the blade at the waist of her flimsy white cotton T-shirt and quickly sliced right through it to the neck. With a loud rip, the T-shirt fell apart and was pulled from Gina’s body. The cool morning air stimulated her bare skin and she freaked, but the thug holding her said, ‘Easy, bitch! You’ll only make it worse.’ Gina calmed down, wondering what “make it worse” meant. The two intruders were staring at her well-formed breasts, hiding inside a flimsy white cotton bra. Her captor nodded to his companion and said, ‘Do it, man, cut that thing off too.’ The knifeman put the blade to Gina’s bra at the front and easily sliced through the middle of it. It fell away to the floor, along with the shredded T-shirt, leaving her breasts exposed. In horror, she squealed, maniacally, and the man holding her said: ‘Stop howling, bitch, or we’ll hurt you, real bad...Your choice, cunt!’
‘Yeah, take those off her too, man,’ the captor said to his comrade.
Gina froze at his words and the guy with the knife yanked her jeans down and then pulled them off. He knelt in front of her and used the knife to slice through her thin white cotton panties. They fell in half and he let them fall to the floor with the rest of her ruined stuff. Gina was totally naked now and her skin was goose-bumped. She felt ashamed and vulnerable and, most of all, she was completely and hysterically terrified. It was a terror unlike any she’d ever experienced before.
‘What the fuck are they gonna do to me?’ her imagination screamed at her, over and over. ‘Oh God, they’re gonna torture me and kill me, slowly, I just know.’
‘Where’s the bedroom, bitch?’ the guy holding Gina asked.
He took his gloved hand from her mouth and she screamed, ‘Help me! Help me, please, I’m being ****d!! Help me, please...anyone!!!’ before he brought his hand back to her face again and silenced her.
‘Oh, you stupid fuckin bitch! That wasn’t very smart, was it?’ he whispered.
On cue, the guy wielding the knife kicked Gina, very hard, right in her vulva, with the toe of his black army boot. Gina groaned, ‘Ouch!’ into her captor’s leather glove, as a sharp pain fanned out from her genitals. It was agonising. She fell forward in shock, tears streaming from her eyes. The guy who kicked her merely laughed at her distress, as did his companion.
The guy holding Gina asked, ‘Alright, bitch; now, where’s the bedroom?’ and took his hand away from her mouth once more. Gina looked at his cold eyes through the slits in his ski-mask. They were pitiless steely blue. She realised she’d have to play along to survive this horrible situation. ‘Through there, mister,’ she whimpered, pointing down the corridor.
‘Oh, my God, they’re gonna **** me and kill me!’ she thought, her stomach churning, a wild throbbing coming from her heart.
The two intruders dragged Gina by her wrists and hair and when they got to her bedroom they threw her down, on her front, on the bed. She sobbed and tried to cover her nudity by getting into a tight foetal position. ‘What do you want with me, mister?’ she groaned, at the one with the cold blue eyes, her voice trembling with emotion. The two huge men just stood there for a long moment, towering over the bed. The guy who’d had been holding her said, ‘We’ll get acquainted first and then we’ll tell you what we want. Here’s the house rules, bitch: From now on, I’m to be referred to, by you, as sir, and my man here is b**st, you got that?’ Gina nodded and said, ‘Yes, sir, I’ve got it.’ Her mind was howling with fear and anger, ‘Oh God, they’re gonna do horrible things to me, I can feel it.’
Sir spoke. ‘Good,’ he said, ‘I think you know why we got you naked, Gina, you’re not that dumb, are you?’
Gina begged, ‘Look sir, if you're gonna **** me, please, fuck me, but don’t hurt me, alright...I’ll do any kinky stuff you want. I’m pretty filthy, sir. Good at giving head, I’m told. I’ll satisfy you both, but please, don’t kill me, sir.’
Sir laughed, and said in a mocking tone of voice: ‘Ha-ha, that’s very considerate of you, Gina, I’m fuckin sure.’
Gina attempted a smile. ‘I meant it, sir,’ she said. ‘I’m very good in bed. I’ll pleasure you both, like you’ve never been pleasured before. Empty your balls and then you can leave and I’ll forget all about it, I will, sir, honestly...I won’t call the cops, I promise.’
‘A very nice offer, Gina, but we’re here to make a very extreme movie, where you are the porn star,’ Sir explained. He smiled after saying it, awaiting Gina’s reaction.
Gina looked perplexed. ‘A movie, sir?’ she asked, feeling the spread of the terrors again. ‘What the hell is this all about? ’
‘You’ll soon find out, b**st here is gonna be the cameraman,’ Sir replied.
b**st grinned and said, ‘Sure am.’
‘Why are you doing this to me?’ asked Gina, crying pitifully. ‘I don’t know you, do I, sir?’
‘No, but Mr Gomez sure knows you,’ Sir said.
Gina stared up at him. ‘I used to work for Mr Gomez’s import/export business. Is he involved in this, sir?’
Sir ignored Gina’s question and asked one himself; ‘You’re an accountant, right?’
‘Yeah,’ Gina replied, ‘but how do you know that, sir?
‘A shipment of wood from Indonesia...Remember that...late last year?’ Sir asked.
Gina nodded. ‘Yes, I remember that, sir. Why?’
He smiled and said, ‘Well, Gina, the figures just don’t add up, according to Mr Gomez.’
‘Of course they do, sir,’ Gina argued. ‘I checked all the bills of lading myself.’
Sir nodded his head. ‘That’s exactly Mr Gomez’s point, Gina. D’you think he’s an idiot, do ya?’
‘No, sir,’ Gina replied, ‘of course I don’t.’
Sir said, ‘Then tell me why you’re lying about this particular shipment?’
‘I’m not lying, sir,’ protested Gina, ‘I’m really not.’
b**st stepped forward and violently slapped Gina’s across her right cheek. She fell sideways on the bed, clutching her throbbing face, yelling ‘Ow!’ and then crying her eyes out. Sir smiled and said, ‘Look, Gina, you’ve got one more chance. We know the truth. We got it out of your partner in crime; that little shit, Carlos Hernandez. We paid him a visit earlier and he coughed pretty rapidly, yeah, he gave up all the crooked little details of this scam you had going on, so don’t bullshit us anymore, bitch.’
Gina glanced up, the horror rising. ‘What’s happened to Carlos, sir?’ she asked; her reddened face frozen in terror.
b**st cut in and said dryly, ‘Carlos has been severely interrogated, cunt, that’s what’s happened to him.’
Gina became irrationally angry and yelled, ‘What have you two maniacs done to my Carlos?’
b**st smacked Gina’s face again and she screamed, ‘Ouch!’ and fell back on the bed.
‘Now shut the fuck up, cunt!’ b**st said, coldly. ‘I’m getting the urge to really start hurting you.’
Sir leaned over Gina, gripping her throat with his strong right hand, choking her. ‘Carlos gave you both up,’ he said. ‘All of it, bitch, Mr Gomez knows the whole thing.’
Gina’s mouth fell open.
‘Yeah, once the b**st’s trusty baseball bat had wrecked Carlos’s kneecaps and ankles he sang like a fuckin canary,’ announced Sir.
‘That wimp Carlos told us everything, bitch,’ b**st chipped in. ‘Now, Mr Gomez has decided it’s payback time.’ Both men laughed raucously as they high-fived each other.
Gina went rigid with shock. She thought her veins would explode with the adrenalin pumping through them. Her mind flashed back to the year before and the planning of the seemingly full-proof invoice-fraud was hatched, where a lot more cargo than Mr Gomez knew about was imported using a false manifest. She recalled the amazing lengths Carlos and she went to, in order to cover up the financial deficit using clever computer trickery. She truly thought they’d gotten away with it. So did Carlos. Now she knew better and was almost out of her mind with fear.
She decided to confess. ‘Okay, I admit it, sir,’ Gina said. ‘Yeah, alright, we pulled a con on Mr Gomez. What does he want from us?’
Sir gave Gina a broad smile. ‘Mr Gomez knows you spent the money you ripped-off from him on that neat holiday condo you bought in San Diego,’ he told her.
‘Now he wants his money back.’
Gina waved her hands about and said, ‘Look, sir, no problem...I’ll pay Mr Gomez back. I’ll sell the condo...I’ll make everything sweet with him. I’ll even sleep with him, if he wants me too. I know he’s always found me attractive. That’s reasonable, isn’t it?’ The two men looked at each other and laughed. Sir leaned forward and said, ‘Well, we might think it’s reasonable, Gina, but Mr Gomez, well...I’m afraid he’s not willing to be reasonable about any of this. He’s gonna be a bit of a bastard about it actually and who can blame him? Gomez wants revenge. It’s that Latin macho thing, I guess, about him being disrespected.
Now, here’s the deal, Gina...
Mr Gomez has paid us to make a very nasty porn movie for his personal viewing pleasure, but he’s also gonna sell the movie on various semi-legal, pervert, websites, so that he can at least make some profit out of your shitty little your betrayal of him. And, of course, he wants us to totally degrade and humiliate you... He thinks you’re a treacherous little cunt, that’s why.’
‘Oh, my God, sir,’ Gina gasped, ‘is there no way outta this?’
Sir shook his head and said, ‘I’m afraid not.’
b**st was unpacking a HD Sony digital video-camera and some lighting equipment from a large aluminium case he’d fetched from the a*****or’s vehicle. The equipment confirmed Gina’s worst nightmare that the thug team were going to go through with their evil plan. b**st set up a tripod and fixed the Sony camera to it. After doing that, he placed several lighting ‘umbrellas’ around the bed. ‘Lighting’s the key to making a good movie,’ he said to Gina, in a cynically ‘friendly’ tone of voice, tormenting her already frayed nerves even further.
Sir said, ‘C’mon, Gina, put some slutty make-up on. Use plenty. Mr Gomez has instructed us that you have to look like a prostitute in this movie. Shouldn’t be a problem for you: After all, whores and thieves go hand in hand, don’t they?’
With Sir standing right over her, Gina sat down at her dressing table and applied thick eyeliner and a lot of mascara. She then rouged her lips with a blood red lipstick, taking her time as her hands were trembling a lot. ‘Good,’ Sir told her, ‘now exaggerate that look, put some more foundation and blusher on. You’re a whore, remember.’ Gina did as she was told and, when she was finished, sir pulled her up to his face and examined her. ‘Mm...You look quite fuckable as a whore,’ he said. ‘Obviously, you’ve had a lot of practice, haven’t you?’
Gina was shaking with fear. ‘You’re just thirty-three, aren’t you?’ asked sir.
‘Yes, sir, correct,’ Gina replied, knowing he knew.
‘You look younger,’ he said, ‘you have the bod of a cute high-school girl.’
‘I try and keep in shape, sir,’ said Gina, her mind racing.
‘On Gomez’s dollar, I guess, huh?’ quipped sir.
‘I got greedy, sir,’ Gina replied. ‘I was complacent, I admit that.’
Sir shook his head. ‘No. You were a fool, Gina, a damned fool.’
‘I know that,’ Gina said, ‘please go easy on me; will you, sir?’
He replied, ‘No. I can’t do that, bitch. I have my orders.’
Gina shuddered at the thought of the terrible things to come.
And, terrible they were...
Over the following hour and a half, Gina was subjected to a range of very brutal tortures. She was tied to her bed, face-down, spreadeagled, while the merciless Sir gave her a vicious caning: fifty hard strokes on her bottom and upper thighs, ruining them completely under a criss-cross of bloody red welts. He then progressed to beating the soles of her feet with a thick wooden baton. Gagged by her own underwear; Gina’s screams and shrieks of pain were muffled. After the caning, Gina was turned over on her back and received a thick leather belt whipping across her breasts, abdomen and vulva, administered by the b**st, while sir made sure all the action was captured on high-def video. b**st gave the screaming young woman fifty lashes on her torso. She was barely conscious by the time her ordeal ended.
The next torment consisted of Gina’s breasts being squashed between a wooden ‘stocks’ device as she was forced to kneel on the bed, with her wrists hogtied, behind her, to her ankles. Sir placed her boobs between two slats of wood and the b**st tightened a couple of brass butterfly nuts at each end of the stocks, until Gina’s crushed tits swelled up and turned purple. They soon looked as though they were ready to explode. As Gina howled and screwed up her tearful eyes in agony, sir plunged five large-gauge hypodermic needles through the base of each of her nipples and then jabbed another ten needles into her areolas in a fan-tail shape. Gina passed out during this.
Worse was to come.
Gina was shaken awake by sir. With rubber bands wrapped around the needles piercing her nipples and areolas, b**st hung heavy steel tubes, suspended from hooks, and let them sway and dangle against her abdomen. To add to the unbelievable pain, the b**st tapped the upper slopes of her breasts with a riding crop, irritating the many needle piercings. Naturally, Gina wailed like a banshee into her impromptu underwear gag.
Vaginal torture followed the terrible assault on her breasts, with multi-needle impalement of her prominent outer labia. Heavy steel weights were then suspended from rubber bands wrapped around the needles decorating her vulva. Gina convulsed as the b**st came in close and captured all the action on video. When the needles were finally yanked from her breasts and vagina, Gina screamed and was pitifully aware of rivulets of blood snaking down her chest and thighs. She felt sure now that the two sadistic men would make a ‘snuff’ movie out of her sufferings, after they’d ****d her. She felt sick, giddy and fatalistic.
The violation wasn’t over yet.
In a final humiliating scene, both men stripped naked, retaining just their ski-masks and fucked Gina in her mouth, vagina and anus, sometimes singly, sometimes together in a violent double-penetration. They behaved like wild a****ls, strangling and slapping Gina as they felt like, spitting on her face and calling ‘a cunt, a bitch’ and ‘a fuckin little whore.’ The soreness of Gina’s bloody cunt and breasts didn’t seem to bother either man in the slightest. They swapped sex-holes and laughed at Gina’s howls of protest when they hurt her with their huge penises. Both were completely without pity as they ****d her, again and again, finally shooting their loads over her helpless face. For further defilement, they left their sperm to set, like a mask, while she was still tied up. b**st explained that Mr Gomez wanted Gina to look like a used condom. They certainly succeeded. Gina felt like the lowliest piece of dirt on the planet when they’d finished unloading on her cute features.
After they’d satiated their sexual lusts, the two men dragged the limp and blubbering Gina to the bathroom and threw her down in the bathtub. Sir stood over her and pissed all over her beaten, ruined body, soaking it, including her face and hair, while b**st captured all the humiliating action on camera. The sadists left Gina sprawled in the piss-spattered bath; sobbing, totally degraded, pain radiating from her entire corpus. Finally, sir placed a printed placard on Gina’s welted breasts...
It read – ALL CHEATING WHORES GET THEIR REWARD IN THE END
After spitting on her face several times and calling her a ‘Thieving little cunt!’ and a ‘Lying little whore!’ the two a*****ors left.
(-)
A few weeks later, Gina got a package in the post. It was a DVD and she was horrified to see many obscene pictures of herself plastered all over the cover. The publisher was an Eastern European BDSM film production company, ‘Twilight Films,’ based in Budapest, Hungary. Gina looked at the title. It read, “REAL **** & TORTURE!” Her blood ran cold when she recalled that terrible day when the movie was made.
‘Why did I ever conceive that fuckin’ scam?’ she said to herself, over and over, tears rolling down her attractive face.
‘Why? Why? Why?’
Carlos, Gina’s partner, steered himself into the reception room in a wheelchair and asked, ‘What’s up, sweetie? Why are you crying?’
Gina handed him the DVD case.
‘Oh my God, won’t this fuckin nightmare ever end?’ Carlos groaned.
He hugged Gina tight and they cried together.
A stylish house in North Hudson Avenue, Hancock Park, South Hollywood, late May, 2012. Gina Cohen’s Saturday morning started out like most other Saturday mornings did...the ordinary things of daily life, cleaning her ground floor apartment, washing bed linen, vacuuming floors, putting stuff away from the night before; the usual stuff people do at weekends. She had her I-Pad on speaker, in the background, playing tracks from classic Doors album, ‘LA Woman.’ The music put Gina in an optimistic mood and she hummed along to the magical refrain of ‘Riders on the Storm.’ Suddenly, her fantasy of screwing uber-sex-God, Jim Morrison, was interrupted by the door buzzer sounding with an insistent ZZZZZZZZZZPPPP!! Gina pulled a face. ‘Who the hell is that on a fuckin Saturday morning?’ she groaned, checking the I-Pad’s clock which read just after eleven, irritated at the breaking of her routine, now she was so well into it. With a resigned sigh, she went and looked through a tiny spy-hole in the front door. Nobody was there. She thought, angrily, ‘Must be those shitty k**s from down the block. Someone should really slap those little fucks.’ Shrugging her shoulders, she went back to the kitchen. Then, the buzzer sounded again with a much longer ZZZZZZZZZZZPPPPP!! this time. ‘Fuck it; I’ve had it with you dick-weeds!’ Gina shouted. Aggressively, she went over and yanked open the front door. Still, nobody appeared.
‘Okay, okay, fine, you think this is fuckin funny, huh?’ she yelled, adding, ‘Well, you can go fuck off, whoever you are! Got that, assholes?’
Suddenly, two ski-masked men appeared, either side of the doorway, and forcefully pushed Gina inside, slamming the door behind them. ‘What the fuck...’ Gina started to say, before one of the men covered her mouth with a leather-gloved-hand and silenced her.
‘Be cool, bitch...just be cool,’ he whispered, in a cold, deep voice.
Gina froze in terror and her whole body went rigid. She imagined slowly being killed with knives and almost peed herself. The big guy covering her mouth said to his masked companion, ‘Just cut them off, man.’ Gina shuddered when male number two pulled out a big K-bar type knife, a military model, the kind with a knuckle-duster handle and serrated blade. While Gina shook with fear, he positioned the blade at the waist of her flimsy white cotton T-shirt and quickly sliced right through it to the neck. With a loud rip, the T-shirt fell apart and was pulled from Gina’s body. The cool morning air stimulated her bare skin and she freaked, but the thug holding her said, ‘Easy, bitch! You’ll only make it worse.’ Gina calmed down, wondering what “make it worse” meant. The two intruders were staring at her well-formed breasts, hiding inside a flimsy white cotton bra. Her captor nodded to his companion and said, ‘Do it, man, cut that thing off too.’ The knifeman put the blade to Gina’s bra at the front and easily sliced through the middle of it. It fell away to the floor, along with the shredded T-shirt, leaving her breasts exposed. In horror, she squealed, maniacally, and the man holding her said: ‘Stop howling, bitch, or we’ll hurt you, real bad...Your choice, cunt!’
‘Yeah, take those off her too, man,’ the captor said to his comrade.
Gina froze at his words and the guy with the knife yanked her jeans down and then pulled them off. He knelt in front of her and used the knife to slice through her thin white cotton panties. They fell in half and he let them fall to the floor with the rest of her ruined stuff. Gina was totally naked now and her skin was goose-bumped. She felt ashamed and vulnerable and, most of all, she was completely and hysterically terrified. It was a terror unlike any she’d ever experienced before.
‘What the fuck are they gonna do to me?’ her imagination screamed at her, over and over. ‘Oh God, they’re gonna torture me and kill me, slowly, I just know.’
‘Where’s the bedroom, bitch?’ the guy holding Gina asked.
He took his gloved hand from her mouth and she screamed, ‘Help me! Help me, please, I’m being ****d!! Help me, please...anyone!!!’ before he brought his hand back to her face again and silenced her.
‘Oh, you stupid fuckin bitch! That wasn’t very smart, was it?’ he whispered.
On cue, the guy wielding the knife kicked Gina, very hard, right in her vulva, with the toe of his black army boot. Gina groaned, ‘Ouch!’ into her captor’s leather glove, as a sharp pain fanned out from her genitals. It was agonising. She fell forward in shock, tears streaming from her eyes. The guy who kicked her merely laughed at her distress, as did his companion.
The guy holding Gina asked, ‘Alright, bitch; now, where’s the bedroom?’ and took his hand away from her mouth once more. Gina looked at his cold eyes through the slits in his ski-mask. They were pitiless steely blue. She realised she’d have to play along to survive this horrible situation. ‘Through there, mister,’ she whimpered, pointing down the corridor.
‘Oh, my God, they’re gonna **** me and kill me!’ she thought, her stomach churning, a wild throbbing coming from her heart.
The two intruders dragged Gina by her wrists and hair and when they got to her bedroom they threw her down, on her front, on the bed. She sobbed and tried to cover her nudity by getting into a tight foetal position. ‘What do you want with me, mister?’ she groaned, at the one with the cold blue eyes, her voice trembling with emotion. The two huge men just stood there for a long moment, towering over the bed. The guy who’d had been holding her said, ‘We’ll get acquainted first and then we’ll tell you what we want. Here’s the house rules, bitch: From now on, I’m to be referred to, by you, as sir, and my man here is b**st, you got that?’ Gina nodded and said, ‘Yes, sir, I’ve got it.’ Her mind was howling with fear and anger, ‘Oh God, they’re gonna do horrible things to me, I can feel it.’
Sir spoke. ‘Good,’ he said, ‘I think you know why we got you naked, Gina, you’re not that dumb, are you?’
Gina begged, ‘Look sir, if you're gonna **** me, please, fuck me, but don’t hurt me, alright...I’ll do any kinky stuff you want. I’m pretty filthy, sir. Good at giving head, I’m told. I’ll satisfy you both, but please, don’t kill me, sir.’
Sir laughed, and said in a mocking tone of voice: ‘Ha-ha, that’s very considerate of you, Gina, I’m fuckin sure.’
Gina attempted a smile. ‘I meant it, sir,’ she said. ‘I’m very good in bed. I’ll pleasure you both, like you’ve never been pleasured before. Empty your balls and then you can leave and I’ll forget all about it, I will, sir, honestly...I won’t call the cops, I promise.’
‘A very nice offer, Gina, but we’re here to make a very extreme movie, where you are the porn star,’ Sir explained. He smiled after saying it, awaiting Gina’s reaction.
Gina looked perplexed. ‘A movie, sir?’ she asked, feeling the spread of the terrors again. ‘What the hell is this all about? ’
‘You’ll soon find out, b**st here is gonna be the cameraman,’ Sir replied.
b**st grinned and said, ‘Sure am.’
‘Why are you doing this to me?’ asked Gina, crying pitifully. ‘I don’t know you, do I, sir?’
‘No, but Mr Gomez sure knows you,’ Sir said.
Gina stared up at him. ‘I used to work for Mr Gomez’s import/export business. Is he involved in this, sir?’
Sir ignored Gina’s question and asked one himself; ‘You’re an accountant, right?’
‘Yeah,’ Gina replied, ‘but how do you know that, sir?
‘A shipment of wood from Indonesia...Remember that...late last year?’ Sir asked.
Gina nodded. ‘Yes, I remember that, sir. Why?’
He smiled and said, ‘Well, Gina, the figures just don’t add up, according to Mr Gomez.’
‘Of course they do, sir,’ Gina argued. ‘I checked all the bills of lading myself.’
Sir nodded his head. ‘That’s exactly Mr Gomez’s point, Gina. D’you think he’s an idiot, do ya?’
‘No, sir,’ Gina replied, ‘of course I don’t.’
Sir said, ‘Then tell me why you’re lying about this particular shipment?’
‘I’m not lying, sir,’ protested Gina, ‘I’m really not.’
b**st stepped forward and violently slapped Gina’s across her right cheek. She fell sideways on the bed, clutching her throbbing face, yelling ‘Ow!’ and then crying her eyes out. Sir smiled and said, ‘Look, Gina, you’ve got one more chance. We know the truth. We got it out of your partner in crime; that little shit, Carlos Hernandez. We paid him a visit earlier and he coughed pretty rapidly, yeah, he gave up all the crooked little details of this scam you had going on, so don’t bullshit us anymore, bitch.’
Gina glanced up, the horror rising. ‘What’s happened to Carlos, sir?’ she asked; her reddened face frozen in terror.
b**st cut in and said dryly, ‘Carlos has been severely interrogated, cunt, that’s what’s happened to him.’
Gina became irrationally angry and yelled, ‘What have you two maniacs done to my Carlos?’
b**st smacked Gina’s face again and she screamed, ‘Ouch!’ and fell back on the bed.
‘Now shut the fuck up, cunt!’ b**st said, coldly. ‘I’m getting the urge to really start hurting you.’
Sir leaned over Gina, gripping her throat with his strong right hand, choking her. ‘Carlos gave you both up,’ he said. ‘All of it, bitch, Mr Gomez knows the whole thing.’
Gina’s mouth fell open.
‘Yeah, once the b**st’s trusty baseball bat had wrecked Carlos’s kneecaps and ankles he sang like a fuckin canary,’ announced Sir.
‘That wimp Carlos told us everything, bitch,’ b**st chipped in. ‘Now, Mr Gomez has decided it’s payback time.’ Both men laughed raucously as they high-fived each other.
Gina went rigid with shock. She thought her veins would explode with the adrenalin pumping through them. Her mind flashed back to the year before and the planning of the seemingly full-proof invoice-fraud was hatched, where a lot more cargo than Mr Gomez knew about was imported using a false manifest. She recalled the amazing lengths Carlos and she went to, in order to cover up the financial deficit using clever computer trickery. She truly thought they’d gotten away with it. So did Carlos. Now she knew better and was almost out of her mind with fear.
She decided to confess. ‘Okay, I admit it, sir,’ Gina said. ‘Yeah, alright, we pulled a con on Mr Gomez. What does he want from us?’
Sir gave Gina a broad smile. ‘Mr Gomez knows you spent the money you ripped-off from him on that neat holiday condo you bought in San Diego,’ he told her.
‘Now he wants his money back.’
Gina waved her hands about and said, ‘Look, sir, no problem...I’ll pay Mr Gomez back. I’ll sell the condo...I’ll make everything sweet with him. I’ll even sleep with him, if he wants me too. I know he’s always found me attractive. That’s reasonable, isn’t it?’ The two men looked at each other and laughed. Sir leaned forward and said, ‘Well, we might think it’s reasonable, Gina, but Mr Gomez, well...I’m afraid he’s not willing to be reasonable about any of this. He’s gonna be a bit of a bastard about it actually and who can blame him? Gomez wants revenge. It’s that Latin macho thing, I guess, about him being disrespected.
Now, here’s the deal, Gina...
Mr Gomez has paid us to make a very nasty porn movie for his personal viewing pleasure, but he’s also gonna sell the movie on various semi-legal, pervert, websites, so that he can at least make some profit out of your shitty little your betrayal of him. And, of course, he wants us to totally degrade and humiliate you... He thinks you’re a treacherous little cunt, that’s why.’
‘Oh, my God, sir,’ Gina gasped, ‘is there no way outta this?’
Sir shook his head and said, ‘I’m afraid not.’
b**st was unpacking a HD Sony digital video-camera and some lighting equipment from a large aluminium case he’d fetched from the a*****or’s vehicle. The equipment confirmed Gina’s worst nightmare that the thug team were going to go through with their evil plan. b**st set up a tripod and fixed the Sony camera to it. After doing that, he placed several lighting ‘umbrellas’ around the bed. ‘Lighting’s the key to making a good movie,’ he said to Gina, in a cynically ‘friendly’ tone of voice, tormenting her already frayed nerves even further.
Sir said, ‘C’mon, Gina, put some slutty make-up on. Use plenty. Mr Gomez has instructed us that you have to look like a prostitute in this movie. Shouldn’t be a problem for you: After all, whores and thieves go hand in hand, don’t they?’
With Sir standing right over her, Gina sat down at her dressing table and applied thick eyeliner and a lot of mascara. She then rouged her lips with a blood red lipstick, taking her time as her hands were trembling a lot. ‘Good,’ Sir told her, ‘now exaggerate that look, put some more foundation and blusher on. You’re a whore, remember.’ Gina did as she was told and, when she was finished, sir pulled her up to his face and examined her. ‘Mm...You look quite fuckable as a whore,’ he said. ‘Obviously, you’ve had a lot of practice, haven’t you?’
Gina was shaking with fear. ‘You’re just thirty-three, aren’t you?’ asked sir.
‘Yes, sir, correct,’ Gina replied, knowing he knew.
‘You look younger,’ he said, ‘you have the bod of a cute high-school girl.’
‘I try and keep in shape, sir,’ said Gina, her mind racing.
‘On Gomez’s dollar, I guess, huh?’ quipped sir.
‘I got greedy, sir,’ Gina replied. ‘I was complacent, I admit that.’
Sir shook his head. ‘No. You were a fool, Gina, a damned fool.’
‘I know that,’ Gina said, ‘please go easy on me; will you, sir?’
He replied, ‘No. I can’t do that, bitch. I have my orders.’
Gina shuddered at the thought of the terrible things to come.
And, terrible they were...
Over the following hour and a half, Gina was subjected to a range of very brutal tortures. She was tied to her bed, face-down, spreadeagled, while the merciless Sir gave her a vicious caning: fifty hard strokes on her bottom and upper thighs, ruining them completely under a criss-cross of bloody red welts. He then progressed to beating the soles of her feet with a thick wooden baton. Gagged by her own underwear; Gina’s screams and shrieks of pain were muffled. After the caning, Gina was turned over on her back and received a thick leather belt whipping across her breasts, abdomen and vulva, administered by the b**st, while sir made sure all the action was captured on high-def video. b**st gave the screaming young woman fifty lashes on her torso. She was barely conscious by the time her ordeal ended.
The next torment consisted of Gina’s breasts being squashed between a wooden ‘stocks’ device as she was forced to kneel on the bed, with her wrists hogtied, behind her, to her ankles. Sir placed her boobs between two slats of wood and the b**st tightened a couple of brass butterfly nuts at each end of the stocks, until Gina’s crushed tits swelled up and turned purple. They soon looked as though they were ready to explode. As Gina howled and screwed up her tearful eyes in agony, sir plunged five large-gauge hypodermic needles through the base of each of her nipples and then jabbed another ten needles into her areolas in a fan-tail shape. Gina passed out during this.
Worse was to come.
Gina was shaken awake by sir. With rubber bands wrapped around the needles piercing her nipples and areolas, b**st hung heavy steel tubes, suspended from hooks, and let them sway and dangle against her abdomen. To add to the unbelievable pain, the b**st tapped the upper slopes of her breasts with a riding crop, irritating the many needle piercings. Naturally, Gina wailed like a banshee into her impromptu underwear gag.
Vaginal torture followed the terrible assault on her breasts, with multi-needle impalement of her prominent outer labia. Heavy steel weights were then suspended from rubber bands wrapped around the needles decorating her vulva. Gina convulsed as the b**st came in close and captured all the action on video. When the needles were finally yanked from her breasts and vagina, Gina screamed and was pitifully aware of rivulets of blood snaking down her chest and thighs. She felt sure now that the two sadistic men would make a ‘snuff’ movie out of her sufferings, after they’d ****d her. She felt sick, giddy and fatalistic.
The violation wasn’t over yet.
In a final humiliating scene, both men stripped naked, retaining just their ski-masks and fucked Gina in her mouth, vagina and anus, sometimes singly, sometimes together in a violent double-penetration. They behaved like wild a****ls, strangling and slapping Gina as they felt like, spitting on her face and calling ‘a cunt, a bitch’ and ‘a fuckin little whore.’ The soreness of Gina’s bloody cunt and breasts didn’t seem to bother either man in the slightest. They swapped sex-holes and laughed at Gina’s howls of protest when they hurt her with their huge penises. Both were completely without pity as they ****d her, again and again, finally shooting their loads over her helpless face. For further defilement, they left their sperm to set, like a mask, while she was still tied up. b**st explained that Mr Gomez wanted Gina to look like a used condom. They certainly succeeded. Gina felt like the lowliest piece of dirt on the planet when they’d finished unloading on her cute features.
After they’d satiated their sexual lusts, the two men dragged the limp and blubbering Gina to the bathroom and threw her down in the bathtub. Sir stood over her and pissed all over her beaten, ruined body, soaking it, including her face and hair, while b**st captured all the humiliating action on camera. The sadists left Gina sprawled in the piss-spattered bath; sobbing, totally degraded, pain radiating from her entire corpus. Finally, sir placed a printed placard on Gina’s welted breasts...
It read – ALL CHEATING WHORES GET THEIR REWARD IN THE END
After spitting on her face several times and calling her a ‘Thieving little cunt!’ and a ‘Lying little whore!’ the two a*****ors left.
(-)
A few weeks later, Gina got a package in the post. It was a DVD and she was horrified to see many obscene pictures of herself plastered all over the cover. The publisher was an Eastern European BDSM film production company, ‘Twilight Films,’ based in Budapest, Hungary. Gina looked at the title. It read, “REAL **** & TORTURE!” Her blood ran cold when she recalled that terrible day when the movie was made.
‘Why did I ever conceive that fuckin’ scam?’ she said to herself, over and over, tears rolling down her attractive face.
‘Why? Why? Why?’
Carlos, Gina’s partner, steered himself into the reception room in a wheelchair and asked, ‘What’s up, sweetie? Why are you crying?’
Gina handed him the DVD case.
‘Oh my God, won’t this fuckin nightmare ever end?’ Carlos groaned.
He hugged Gina tight and they cried together.
Mikayla
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