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Chapter 15
Gianni had received a message to return to Mr. Fass's dungeon Sunday morning. He was scared, and called leaving a message he was sick. He knew that the break-in of his apartment was done for a reason, the only thing of any value taken had been the tape of his activities with Debra. He wondered how much trouble he was in, when the two large burly looking gentlemen came knocking on his door just an hour later. He had no choice, that much was obvious from the men's stern _expression.
He was driven to the club and led immediately to Mr. Fass' office below. He entered the room, and immediately noticed the two beautiful women bound in the stocks behind the chair that he was instructed to sit in. Mr. Fass entered just moments later, carrying two newspapers in his hand.
"Hello my friend, I'm sorry to have to call you back here this way, but I'm afraid that we need to talk about a few things." he said as a Amazonian blonde dressed in only heels and leather straps around her chest, served him a glass of scotch. Gianni looked at the glass disapprovingly, as he took it from her hand, his own trembling with fear.
"Don't be afraid my friend, I mean no harm to come to you, but we must come to an understanding you and I." he said, motioning to the scotch. "Please this is my finest 32 year old bottle, it would be a shame to let it go to waste." he added, taking a sip from his own glass. "I'm sure that you know that it was my men who picked up the tape that I had given you. I'm sorry for the mess, but it was of course necessary. You see, you uncovered certain information from Mrs. Barone that I and my people were not aware of." he said, taking another sip.
"As I have told you before, my clientele are some of the most elite people in the city, and I have made commitments to protect them, as they have protected me. We work together to ensure that people with our discerning taste can come together and enjoy all of the benefits our power allows. We would do nothing illegal. Well, I should say that we do nothing illegal, unless we have to, we are forced to. We'll do what we must, to protect our privacy, and to ensure that the secrets of this club and its members remain secret." he said sliding the two papers across the desk to Gianni.
Gianni looked at the circled headline on the front page of the paper. "TWO FOUND DEAD IN ALLEY" it said in bold print across the top of the page. The second headline said, "MAN TORTURED AND KILLED." circled on its front page. Gianni's glass hit the floor, as he stared in shock at the papers. The message was clear, he knew that he was in serious trouble with the powerful Mr. Fass.
"Please, please, stay calm my friend, as I have already told you, I mean you no harm. But you must understand what it means to keep the secrets of this place. It means you keep them all the way to your grave. It is your choice how long that is. As I told you earlier, I went to great trouble to pick you to work here, and I'm confident that you can be trusted." he said, motioning for the blonde to replace Gianni's glass.
"Mrs. Barone was here against her wishes, this much you know." he paused. "She was blackmailed and forced to work here out of a real fear of what would happen if she didn't. This is information that you coerced out of her, during your time with her, and I can assure you, that neither myself, nor any member of this club had anything to do with it. I have a policy of hiring extra help, and she came into this very office, and told me that she wanted to do this, and signed a contract stating the same. All she had to do was tell me what was going on and I would have helped her right then and there. She helped these men to deceive me." he said motioning to the papers.
"She is safe now, but she should have been honest to begin with. A close friend of mine has taken it upon himself to look after her. I am told that she will be home soon, and will speak of this to no one. I must make sure that you understand that that means no one. If you ever betray the secrecy of this place, you will be dealt with much the same way as these men were. Do you understand?" he asked most seriously.
He waited, as Gianni stared blankly at the headlines in front of him.
"I require an answer from you." he said sliding the papers off the desk top.
"Yes, yes of course, I understand. I won't tell a soul, ever." Gianni said, still in shock, his hands shaking vehemently.
"Good, I knew that you would understand. Take June here and relax, try to take your mind off these troubling thoughts, but never forget your obligations to maintain the secrecy of this club, and Mrs. Barone's indiscretions." Mr. Fass said, motioning to the nude beauty who had entered the room, and extended her hand to Gianni.
Debra knew Mr. Bradley, as did everyone in New York City's corporate elite. He had owned the company, that owned the PR firm, that she had worked for, when she did the PR work for the hockey team. He had toured their office several times, and had taken Linda and her to lunch once. She remembered dancing with him once at a corporate dinner. Thinking back, she remembered thinking that he must be interested in her. But that was ten years ago, surely he didn't remember her now.
"Well Ms. Whalen, or should I say Mrs. Barone, would you please join me for breakfast? " he said staring contentedly at her.
Unable to speak, she nodded her head, accepting his offer. She self-consciously got up from the toilet, checked her appearance quickly in the mirror, as she washed her hands. Mr. Bradley's eyes never left her body as she walked out of the bathroom. She was surprised when he pinched her ass, as she walked by him, and jumped from the unexpected touch. Mr. Bradley followed her out of the bathroom, and motioned her out the open door of the bedroom.
She was directed to a plain bland room, with a metal table and a white tile floor. He pulled a chair out for her from the table, and motioned for her to have a seat on a cold medal chair. She did as he wanted, and watched as he sat down in a high back leather chair at the end of the table. It took only moments before two woman, dressed as maids, brought in two carts full of food. Debra looked at the two older Hispanic women, wondering if they knew why she was here.
The room was cold, and sitting on the metal chair caused a chill to run up her spine. She noticed that her nipples were dramatically poking out the thin black tube top that she was wearing, as Mr. Bradley sat there staring at her. He motioned for her to eat, as a plate and silverware was placed in front of each of them. The platters had been lifted, showing a virtual banquet of breakfast foods; sausage, eggs, pancakes, muffins, waffles, fruits, and biscuits.
She immediately felt a wave of hunger wash over her from the sight of the food and quickly stocked her plate. She had shoveled in a half dozen mouthfuls of food hungrily, before she noticed that Mr. Bradley hadn't even looked at the food, his eyes were focused right on her chest, and in particular her nipples.
She paused, and looked at him a puzzled look on her face. She swallowed the food in her mouth, and waited for him to do or say something.
Mr. Bradley gazed at her, remembering how young and vivaciousness she had looked a few years ago. Now she had a different look to her, still sexy, but more maternal, for lack of a better word for it. She looked domesticated and suburban. Her years as a wife and mother were obvious in her face and eyes, she was strangely erotic to him. She looked at him with a sense of fear and nervousness in her eyes.
He reached out and took a drink of orange juice, telling her to "eat". She returned to cramming her mouth full of food, as fast as she could swallow. He knew all about her ordeals of the past week, and knew how hungry she must be.
He sat and watched her feast on the food for twenty minutes before she finally seemed to slow her pace down. He clicked the button of the buzzer in his pocket and began to speak.
"You know who I am, don't you?" he asked.
She answered by nodding her head, as her mouth was still full of food.
"Do you remember when we met Debra?" he asked.
"Yes, you owned the agency. Um, you stopped by the office a couple of times, and we danced once at one of the company dinners." she said, swallowing a mouthful of food.
"Yes, yes you remember. I took you and Linda, oh I forget her last name now, to lunch." he said, as she nodded her head in acknowledgment. "Did she ever tell you about what happened that evening?" he asked.
Debra shook her head no.
"Oh well, I'm sure that you figured it out. How else do you think she got promoted so quickly. All the meetings she attended at the main office. You're a smart girl Debra, I'm sure that you can put two and two together." he said, as she continued to shake her head no.
"Yes, I'm sure that you can put it all together. She pleased me, and I took care of her. She helped me land some big contracts, and I took care of her. She got the message Debra, the same message that I sent you, that night at the dinner, when I asked you about getting ahead. You're not that naive, as to not know what I meant, are you?" he asked chuckling.
She continued shaking her head no, thinking back to that part of her life. She had seen the signals, but thought that she was imagining things. The office talk of bagging clients by "bagging clients" was just talk, wasn't it? She couldn't imagine Linda doing anything so cheap, but now she guessed that she was wrong about that too.
"I gave you every opportunity for advancement, but you never took that next step to greatness. You could have been one of the tops in your field with my help, but no, you just ignored me. Well now what have you made of yourself, a mother to three brats. A wife to a pencil dicked hack of a husband, whose idea of writing is generally seen in the scribbling's of a twelve year old." he scolded her, as she frowned at his harsh words.
"You acted so prim and proper, but deep down, your just a damn slut. I mean here we have your college activities chronicled on tape. You and my people tell me 34 different guys, between the ones on the tapes, and the ones in the pictures. Then there was your other boy friends, the ones that we have documented here in you diary. Boy you better hope that you paranoid husband never finds this!" he said, holding up her diary from years ago. "It's probably best if I keep this for you. You talk about six other boy friends that you got friendly with, plus the stranger that you met in the Big Easy. So you tell your hubby about your flashing at Mardi Gras, but not about you fucking, huh?" he asked, flipping through the pages.
She couldn't answer, as she sat there in shock from his harsh words. She had never heard him speak like this before, but then again, she didn't really know him, she thought.
"Shit girl you're the biggest whore I'll have working for me, you fucking slut." he laughed, as he pointed to the TV sitting across the room from her. The screen flicked on, showing her in her bedroom, wearing a small skirt and a white silk scarf. It was the night she had role played for Ray! He was the airline captain, she the stewardess, he began speaking in his stupid accent as she rolled her eyes. The screen then flicked to the two of them naked on the bed, the covers had been kicked down, and you could see Ray's flabby back rippling, as he pumped his pathetic cock inside her, giggling at his own juvenile jokes, as he lived out his fantasy.
"First let me say, what a fucking putz you've married. Really Deb, you could've done better for yourself. Secondly, how jealous would the putz be, if he knew that you had lived out his fantasy?" he said as the screen changed, showing her in the plane's lavatory, sucking a cock and making loud slurping noises, as she tried to please the man in front of her.
"Here you are, sucking the life from this guy, and your hubby's got to beg for a half-assed hand job from you." he said, as the audio of Ray begging for her attentions came from the TV. "Boy you sure do like to bust old Ray's balls!" he commented as the new audio of Debra yelling at Ray, as the video began jumping from scene to scene of her sexual debauchery from the past week. "But you seem to lick all the other guys' balls slut." he observed, as scene after scene showed her doing just that, with multiple partners.
Debra sat there, her eyes glued to the television screen, as she watched the quick thirty second clips of her activities over the past week. It was obvious to her, that several of the situations that she had been placed in, had been done so that the video could be shown on the Internet. Small tags were at the bottom of several of the clips, advertising this dot-com or that one. And all of the sites were very explicit in nature, XXXbang.com and others such sites scrolled across the screen. There was still unchewed food in her mouth, as her jaw dropped open, as she watched clip after clip of her performing the various scenes of depravity.
Mr. Bradley got up from the table, and moved behind her chair, allowing her to stare at the scenes flashing quickly before her. "I could have let this all be seen. I could have left you at the dungeon, you would dead by now, had I not interjected myself into your situation. Now, you are going to work for me." he said, moving his hands to her shoulders. You are going to fuck or suck anyone, and any way, that I tell you to. That is your only choice." he said smugly.
"You're being given a second chance Deb. You should have gotten the hints I gave you years ago. You can either do this, or go back to the dungeon, and finish fucking the farm animals. It's your choice, make it!" he explained pulling her small body from the chair.
He kicked the small metal chair out from under her, and forced her, face down, onto the food covered table. Bunching her thin tube top up under her heaving tits, she found herself pressed into the food on the table. With one boob in a plate full of sausage and bacon, and the other pressed into a bowl of eggs, Mr. Bradley slipped his cock into her unprepared, but well used cunt. He pushed her face down into the plate of toast, as she grunted in discomfort and sorrow.
The tempo of his strokes increased, as his cock grew more rigid inside of her. He was now salivating, his drool dripping on her back, as he viciously rammed his cock inside of her cunt.
"You're a better fuck than Linda ever was! I knew you would be. You're such a slut. I love the feeling of stuffing my cock inside you, you fucking whore." he said hatefully.
He pulled his cock free of her cunt, lifted it the few degrees necessary to push it into her ass.
She cried out "No!", as he pushed his impressively huge cock into her incredibly sore ass.
Mr. Bradley just laughed at her cries of protest and pain, as he pushed his cock even more harshly into her tight, unlubricated passage. He took his hand from the back of her head just long enough to grab a sausage, and stuff it into her mouth, before again smashing the side of her face into the toast.
"Suck that sausage you whore!" he said, now pistoning away at full speed, into her ass.
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