Missing the Cut
Chapter 10
Micky slept the sleep of the exhausted. However activities were taking
place that would determine how she'd spend the following day and part of the
evening as well. Dana Branley telephoned Jake to discuss the agenda for the next
day. Jake had to admit that the blonde newscaster was most aggressive and knew
how to utilize her physical gifts as well. Jake had caught himself staring at
her bikini-clad figure more than once as they lay out in the sun by the pool. He
had mentally chided himself for being a pig when he considered that he had two
hot females to serve him like he was some potentate in a far-off land.
He remembered as a child being fascinated by strange and exotic lands,
ruled by men of color. Jake had done very well for himself when he thought back
to his marriage to a woman who was extremely beautiful and a tigress in bed
until that fateful day when she deserted him, leaving their daughter as the only
connection to their failed marriage. Now he had a successful white woman as his
bride, a woman who was well connected in society and shared the same vision for
his athletic daughter as he did. Then there was his pride and joy, Micky, a
youthful goddess tremendously gifted in a physical sense and seemingly able to
connect in a most positive way with the movers and shakers that controlled the
world in which Jake moved. The future looked very bright indeed for Jake Wilson.
It was interesting how some of Dana's requests matched those of the
Sanyers; however these were a bit more extreme and their purpose cloaked in
mystery. There was no reason to balk at them, but he was most curious at how
they fit into whatever the Branleys had in store for his daughter. She was not
allowed to have any liquids after her breakfast. Promptly at 11AM she was to
come to the pool in the bikini that had originally caught the attention of all
who saw her in it. She was then to swim 150 laps, a distance of approximately
two and a half miles. Afterward she would lie out in the sun for two hours
without using any sun block, spending equal amounts of time on her back and
stomach. This would be followed by another 50 laps and another hour in the sun.
Dana and her husband Steve would take turns observing her to make sure that the
instructions were followed to the letter. They would then escort Micky to their
room for an "interview" and "refreshments." Micky would in all likelihood remain
with them for at least six hours, longer if the interview did not go smoothly.
The Branleys escorted an extremely tired, dehydrated and sun burned
teenager to their suite for her interview. Dana described a new sports drink
that her husband and she had developed, and explained to Micky that was one
important reason for the exhausting schedule she had followed. "We haven't
gotten around to softening the salty taste, but what we are really interested in
is seeing how quickly your electrolytic balance is restored. Over the next
couple of hours while I'm interviewing you, Steve will be making sure that you
drink your fill in spite of its taste. Now why don't we get rid of that smelly
bikini and just stretch you out on this nice comfortable bed."
Micky was not naive about what their true purpose for stripping her down
was, not after what she had experienced yesterday. She wondered if there was an
enema or two in her future here as well. The teen made no struggle as Steve
swiftly cuffed her wrists to the bedposts and used rope to tie her ankles to the
posts at the base. She was now at their mercy. Steve disappeared for a time and
when he returned he was carrying a gallon jug of a mysterious fluid that she
could see sloshing around through the translucent plastic. Strangely enough Dana
busied herself with a tape recorder and note pad, obviously preparing to
interview the girl. Micky licked her parched lips when she saw the liquid, for
she was truly dehydrated and desperately needed to start taking in some
replacement fluids.
Micky kept her eyes focused on Steve as he filled a tumbler with the
slightly yellowish liquid. He propped her head so she could easily swallow the
contents of the glass. The teen greedily gulped down the contents. Whatever the
stuff was, it was cold and very salty, but seemed to have no odor or taste
beyond the sharp tang of salt. "How about a little more, then you can answer
some questions for me." Dana said, turning on the recorder. The next glass did
not do down as easily and the salty taste was now overwhelming. Micky now felt a
burning sensation in her mouth and the aftertaste was powerful to the point that
the insides of her mouth began to pucker.
Dana nodded her head and Steve withdrew. "Now let's get down to cases. I
want you to describe in your own words what just did happen the evening before
you withdrew from the tournament and went into retirement. I've heard a number
of rumors to the effect that you were coerced or perhaps even subjected to
physical threats and violence in order to convince you of the merit of leaving
the men's tour." Micky Wilson was shocked into stunned silence by Dana's words.
What had this woman heard? Who told her, and why? This was not the time to be
without her father who as her agent would have taken care of this woman's
probings and probably sent her on her way.
After an uncomfortable minute or so , Dana sighed and shouted for her
husband to come in and help her. Steve was naked, his large cock bouncing with
each step that he took. He was carrying a stack of towels and a bucket
containing ice cubes. As he set them down beside the bed to which Micky was
bound, he smiled at his exasperated wife and declared, "I told you this might
happen. Now aren't you glad I came prepared?" His wife grumbled and tossed her
blonde hair from side to side to express her anger at how the interview was
going. The teen said nothing, continuing to stare at the ceiling, trying to
ignore what was happening around her.
The first blow caught Micky completely off guard, and she grunted in
pain as the knotted towel holding a number of ice cubes slammed into her pubic
mound with a loud smacking sound. It immediately brought back that nightmarish
experience as she hung helpless while her fucked out body was beaten with a
similar weapon. She had only some hazy memories of what had happened to her just
before they finished her off. She did recall the agony she felt whenever the
towel loaded with ice cubes had slammed into her swollen cunt still dripping cum
that had seemed to be continuously pumped into her by the large group of men who
seemed to enjoy torturing her to the limits of her endurance and then going
beyond that until she passed out.
The second and third blows flattened her pert breasts as Micky thrashed
against her bonds. Steve leaned forward until his face was inches from her and
snarled, "Get with the program! Just be a nice little girl and answer my wife's
questions. Clam up like you're doing now and I'll pound that pussy of yours
until it's so swollen even my cock won't be able to batter its way inside. Do
you know what that means? Well let me explain it to you, it means I'll be
fucking you up the ass for the rest of the day and half the night. I don't think
you're going to like that, especially since Dana wants me to wear a condom so I
won't get HIV or whatever else you might have. When I have to wear a condom I
always smear it with some of my special hot sauce just so the bitch I'm doing
will remember me in her nightmares. It's pretty tough to play professional golf
when your colon has turned into a burned out mess and you need to permanently
wear a diaper. It's your call, give Dana her interview or I'll ruin you for life
and nobody will be able to do anything about it. Dana has a recording of her
call to your father and if push comes to shove, she'll let anyone who can help
her beat the rap listen to it. "
Steve straightened up, gave Micky a big grin and let her have another
blow right between the legs. The teen felt as if she wanted to throw up. The
blow to her cunt, her acute dehydation and that funny tasting sports drink were
making her stomach roil. The ice cube filled towel smashed down once more, this
time landing on her breast bone with such force that it felt as if she had
swallowed a hot knife. Dana raised her hand to stop the beating and smiled at
the helpless girl. "This is your last chance for exactly one hour to answer my
questions. If you don't start talking immediately, Steve will gag you and then
give that very sexy body of yours a beating that you will remember for weeks to
come." Micky sighed and nodded her head. She remembered what her father had
said about not cooperating and what her fate would be.
"They raped me. There were so many of them, players, people I didn't
know and even some caddies. They all did me over and over and over." Dana held
the tape recorder microphone close to the girl's lips to capture every word; her
eyes glittering in triumph as she heard from the teen what she had hoped might
be revealed. All those rumors and coy hints from various people who had inside
knowledge of what was really happening on the pro tours were being verified by
an unimpeachable source, to wit Micky Wilson. This was dynamite! Properly used,
this could be her ticket to the next level of broadcasting, a job at a major TV
station reaching a market measured in the millions. Her hand began to tremble at
the prospect of grabbing that brass ring after all.
To her credit Dana Branley had come prepared. She produced a sheaf of
photographs and began showing them to Micky, asking her if any of these people
had been directly involved in the mass rape she had endured. From the more than
one hundred photographs Micky was able to identify two men, one a touring pro
and the other an official from the golf club that was hosting the particular
tournament in which Micky was participating. It turned out that the official had
been one of the people who had beaten Micky senseless after she had been utterly
ruined by the hours of steady raping interspersed with enemas and other methods
to totally exhaust the youthful prodigy.
Still not satisfied, Dana began pressing Micky for details of what had
happened to her in that period of time. Micky was either unwilling or unable to
come up with the kind of juicy tid bits that Dana needed to hear, and she became
frustrated to the point that she turned her husband loose on the helpless teen.
However before he began to rape the tawny teen, Steve forced another quart of
the "sports drink" into her as Dana looked on. Micky grimaced and shook her head
from side to side trying to rid her mouth of the burning sensation that the
heavily salted liquid had left behind. Then he forced his thick cock into
Micky's mouth and joked that he was going to cleanse her palate by throat
fucking her. He made good on his threat and within minutes Micky's gullet was
completely blocked by his long, thick length of meat. She struggled to no avail
and slowly he asphixiated the teen, grinning down at her face and watching those
dark eyes cloud over just before she passed out. He pushed his hips to get even
more of his cock into her throat and held it there while slowly counting to
twenty. It took Micky nearly five minutes to come around so she could once more
be questioned by Dana.
This time the blonde woman suggested that making Micky relive, in a
sense, a portion of her ordeal might jog her memory sufficiently to allow her to
provide more details of what exactly went on that night. Steve was only too
happy to comply. He mounted Mickey and jammed his stiff cock into her dry cunt
in one vicious thrust, putting his hand around her neck as he did. Then he began
to give her a series of deep, fast and very hard strokes, each one jolting her
entire body as his cock drilled deep into her tight, dry tunnel, touching bottom
with almost every stroke. His hands tightened around her throat and Micky's face
began to darken as he slowly strangled her, all the time delivering one
jackhammer blow after another to her tight pussy. Just seconds before the teen
would have passed out, he released his grip on her throat and while she
struggled to draw air into her burning lungs he began swatting her firm tits
with vicious blows from his open and then closed hands.
Dana cautioned her husband about leaving bruises on Micky's throat and
so he searched around and came up with the fastener on his robe, a long length
of cloth that proved to be ideal for slowly strangling the tall teen as she was
brutally raped in an effort to make her bring up suppressed memories from the
night she was so terribly tortured by that mob of animals. It took nearly twenty
minutes of almost nonstop battering of her cunt interrupted by twice being
choked unconscious before Micky croaked and gasped out what Dana wanted to hear.
"They gave me enemas!"
Dana leaned forward, her eyes bright, her breath ragged and prompted the
girl to provide more details. "When did they do that to you? How many times did
you get them? How did it make you feel?"
Micky began to sob, but a few slaps from Steve brought that to an end.
"I got them first when they got too tired to do me. Then I got them while they
were doing me, that really hurt me bad. They put a plug in me so I had to hold
them for a long time while they did me and laughed when I cried. They started
giving me ones that were real cold or real hot and I was hurting so much I
couldn't even feel it when they were doing me except when the black guys got a
chance to fuck me. They all had big dicks and they seemed to be even happier
about the chance to do me than the white people." Then Micky lapsed into an
almost comatose state and said no more. Dana scribbled furiously on her pad
adding her own thoughts to go along with what the recorder had captured.
At a nod from his wife, Steve resumed raping the helpless teen, driving
his cock into her like it was a spike. "You did so well that I want you to cum
all over her so I can lick it off her body." He smiled and redoubled his
efforts, his cock flashing in and out of Micky's well stretched cunt like it was
some kind of piston operating a machine. Suddenly he grunted and then let out a
shout of triumph while he pulled his cock from her twat with a loud squishing
pop and began spurting his seed onto her body, leaving a trail of sticky white
semen that began in the hollow of her throat and ran down almost to the top of
her gaping cunt. Dana clapped her hands in glee and began lapping up the feast
that he had left for her.
While Dana checked the tape to make sure everything had been recorded,
Steve was forcing Micky to consume another rather large portion of the mystery
liquid that by now had begun to give off a telltale odor as it reached room
temperature. The teen was putting up quite a struggle to avoid having to ingest
any more of this horrible concoction. Dana looked up and laughed before letting
Micky know that the "sports drink" she had been downing was a mixture or her and
Steve's urine, collected over two days for just such an occasion. Micky's face
wrinkled up in disgust, which only added to the pair's enjoyment of her
predicament. Then to add even more to her misery, Dana announced that she was
going to invite the Sanyers, and their enema apparatus, over to assist them in
replaying the event that had led to Mickey's premature retirement from
professional golf. The girl was mortified, her father had not warned her about
what was about to happen. She began softly crying at his betrayal.
( To be continued)
