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Basement Bound: A Stan Goldman/Barbara Moore Adventure

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10.

Stan’s eyes fluttered open for a moment and then closed again. His head ached and his mouth tasted like he had swallowed a case of cotton balls. Had he really passed out? I mean Barb whacked his ass with a couple of good ones with that new riding crop, but he didn’t think he was that much of a wimp.

Then, it started to come back to him. The boots clomping down the stairs, the guys-Russian Mafia from Brooklyn he guessed from the names he had heard and their appearance and general charming disposition. ‘Shit,’ he thought, ‘Why didn’t we install that alarm system we had talked about?’ But the area they lived in had very little crime-at least until a few days ago-and it had seemed unnecessary.

Stan wasn’t anxious to open his eyes again, because he doubted he would like what he saw, but he knew he would have to eventually, and there was probably no time like the present. He looked down. He was naked, as he had been when he and Barb were playing in their basement, and tied to a chair. A quick tug on the ropes proved these guys had been in the Boy Scouts or wherever Russian mobsters learn to tie knots.

Looking around, he could see he was in a cellar, though not the one in his house. Along one wall sat two naked girls, their arms tied above their heads, their legs stretched out in front of them. He blinked a couple of times and shook his head to clear the fog. He was pretty sure it was the two missing women from the TV news, Tina, the one who looked like Barb, and the other one, Josie. Clearly, they hadn’t run off with their boyfriends for a beach vacation. No, this looked like a white slave operation just as Barb had suspected.

Speaking of Barb, Stan turned his head in the other direction and there she was-seated naked on a sawhorse, her arms drawn over her head, her wrists cuffed to a rope that hung from the ceiling. Worst of all, the sawhorse came to a sharp point where the two sides of the horse met; the wood looked to be digging most painfully into the sensitive places in her groin where Stan had spent many happy hours.

And one of the goons, the one with the shaven head, was standing behind her with a nasty-looking multi-tailed whip. Stan knew that the force of the whip and the pain it would produce would inevitably cause Barb to wriggle and gyrate which would force the pointed wood deeper into her labia and likely against her clitoris, which would, without doubt, cause her almost unimaginable agony.

He had to do something, but what? Given the position he was in, anything he tried would be a pure bluff, but criminals were often a rather stupid bunch and sometimes fell for the most transparent ruses.

It sure seemed like he didn’t have much to lose. Assuming they were in the sex trafficking trade, Stan couldn’t see that they would have much use for him. Sure, there might be gay clients, but they were looking for buff young men not a broken down old cop like him.

Stan summoned his best cop bravado. “Alright, you cretins,” he announced. “Barb and I tracked you here and provided a full report to the State Police. It won’t be hard to for them to find you with the information we provided. So the best thing you can do is let us all go and we’ll talk to the DA and tell him to go easy on you. That’s the only chance you have of not spending the next 50 years or so making license plates for the state.”

The three thugs turned and looked at him. The blond crew cut one sauntered over. “Detective Goldman, nice to see you woke up just in time to join the party. Your partner was taking her frustrations out on you, so you ought to enjoy watching Pavel take his out on her.”

‘Shit,’ Stan thought. That horse looked nastier than anything he and Barb fooled around with and he feared it would do some real damage. And he bet Pavel was going to whip much harder than he had ever allowed himself to do.

“I’m warning you guys. Last chance; hurt Detective Moore and they’ll throw the book at you.”

“You are a funny man, Goldman,” crew cut said, before slamming his fist hard into Stan’s belly. The room spun around as the pain shot through Stan’s torso. “Fuck!” he yelled. “You bastard!”

“I don’t think you’re in a position to call us names, Goldman. Now, don’t worry, we just want to get some nice film of Detective Moore to show our client what he’s getting for the very large sum of money he will pay us. It’s not in our interests to damage her too badly; that’s something the clients prefer to do themselves.”

Stan noticed that the goon with the goatee had a video camera on a tripod pointed at Barb. “Ok, what are you waiting for, Pavel?” crew cut demanded. ‘So, the shaven headed one is called Pavel,’ Stan noted.

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Pavel drew the whip back and slashed it hard across Barb’s shoulder blades. “Ow! Fuck! Owwww!” she yelled. As she jerked in pain, Stan could see her torso press down onto the pointed wood. That provoked a longer more drawn out moan of sheer agony.

“I like the way your girlfriend screams, Goldman,” the crew cut thug, told him, grinning.

“Shall I give her another one, Max?” Pavel asked.

Max glared at his accomplice. “You idiot, I told you not to use my name.”

“What difference does it make?” the goateed one asked. “It’s not like they can do anything, right?”

“Well, Alex won’t like it,” Max replied. “He told me to be careful.”

“Alex isn’t here, is he?” goatee replied.

“Should I hit her again?” Pavel asked. “Did you get a good shot, Sergei?”

“I could use more. I’d like to enter this at Cannes next year.” Stan noted that he pronounced it “cans”. Even though he didn’t speak French, he knew that wasn’t correct. The goons laughed at their juvenile joke.

Pavel drew the whip back and struck Barb lower down on her back, eliciting a series of howls and frantic struggles to escape the bonds holding her on the horrible horse whose pointed end was pressing deep into her pussy. Stan was close to frantic at seeing her suffer and being unable to do anything to help her.

“Good one Pavel!” Sergei crowed. “She’s crying like a baby now. Not such a tough detective now, are you?” he cackled.

“Fuck you,” Barb replied, but softly this time, weakened by the pain such that she could no longer shout.

“Shut your face, whore!” Pavel exclaimed, as he whipped the leather thongs once more just above Barb’s ass. This provoked more fruitless struggles and a series of pitiful moans.

“Alright, Pavel,” Max ordered. “That’s enough. Alex will kill us if we damage the merchandise. Take her down.” Pavel lowered the cuffs around Barb’s wrists and untied her ankles. Sergei took her arm and helped her dismount.

“You’re a real gentleman, Sergei. Helping a lady off her horse,” Pavel said. Stan could see that Barb was rubbing her groin in obvious distress. She was limping as Sergei guided her to the wall and tied her up like the other two girls, who, Stan noted, had stared blankly at Barb as she was tortured, but not said a word. He didn’t doubt that they had been abused as well and were too afraid to say anything.

“We better feed them,” Max said, “Then we can eat and come back later to get the rest of the scenes Alex wants.” Sergei went upstairs and returned with three dog bowls. Stan could smell whatever was in it from where he was seating and it didn’t remind him of the gourmet food his son, Marty, cooked at his restaurant one bit.

Pavel and Sergei placed a bowl on the floor beside each of the women and loosened the ropes holding their wrists enough that they could bend over and stick their faces into the bowls. Tina and Josie began eagerly slurping the food. Barb looked at it and turned away, disgusted.

Max prodded Barb with the toe of his boot. “What’s the matter, bitch? Not good enough for your fine tastes? Don’t worry, you get hungry enough, you’ll eat it.”

“What about him?” Sergei asked, pointing at Stan.

“He needs to lose some weight,” Max said. The three men laughed as they clomped up the stairs.
 
“He needs to lose some weight,” Max said. The three men laughed as they clomped up the stairs.
I'm not sure we heard them right. Those Russian accents. "He" sounds a lot like "she" in Slavic! Maybe Barb is the one they will put on a diet!

Love the story. Must say the Russian mafia I knew in person in Nevada were nastier!
 
I'm not sure we heard them right. Those Russian accents. "He" sounds a lot like "she" in Slavic! Maybe Barb is the one they will put on a diet!
The smilie supplier just called. Someone put in an order for 10 cases of :spank:s.

Love the story
Glad you are enjoying it.:)
Must say the Russian mafia I knew in person in Nevada were nastier!
They're just getting started...
 
The smilie supplier just called. Someone put in an order for 10 cases of :spank:s.
I regret that I have but one ass to lose for the truth!

Early warning is vital. Once anyone's (who shall be nameless) butt begins to grow, the process is almost always irreversible.
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And as you can see, that would be a tragedy!

Barb's playing a little pick-up basketball to stay in shape?
 
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11.

I was feeling both pain and nausea as I sat on the cold floor, secured in place, sandwiched between the naked bodies of Tina and Josie. The pain was intense, and I wasn't sure which was worse ... the burning abrasions inflicted on my pussy by the sharp edge of the sawhorse on which they had forced me to perch, or the hot stinging stripes left, all up and down my backside, by the leather thongs of Pavel's whip! The nausea was surely the result of the horror of my predicament coupled with my sense of revulsion at the smell of the dog food my two companions were so greedily lapping up. The one thing I was sure of, I thought to myself as I shifted position in a vain effort to ease the pain ... was that I would never ever submit to the indignity of eating from a dog bowl! I would rather die first!

As I raised my head to gaze, through tear-filled eyes, across the cellar floor, the slumped figure of Stan came into focus. Bound naked to a chair and face contorted, he was doubled over and gasping for breath, having been punched in the gut by our crew-cutted friend, Max, while I was being filmed under the lash up on that horse.

My spinning mind was filled with remorse. Poor Stan. This was all my fault. Why hadn't I listened to his sensible cautions? Look what my impetuousness had dragged him into ... most likely an early grave! These Russian gangsters might send me off to be a sex slave, but it didn't take a genius to realize that Stan was disposable ... of no value to them. Earlier I had heard him try to threaten them ... an admirable act of desperation that did no more than amuse them at best. In my imagation I saw them executing him gangland style with a bullet in the back of the head ... a shallow unmarked grave waiting for him behind the house. It could even have been later that day. Oh, how I wished I could make this up to him ... go back in time ... do it all so differently!

I threw my head back against the wall, closed my eyes and began to bawl ... crying my heart out, my sobs and wails echoing off the cellar’s old stone walls.

After a while, as I began to calm a little, I became aware of my flank touching against the warmth of Tina's beside me. I turned toward her. Our eyes met. She had been staring at me again, just as she had when she first laid eyes on me. I looked down at the bowl between her legs. It was empty. Licked clean. Glancing to the left of me, I saw that Josie had finished her meal as well. She sat with her head rested back against the wall, eyes shut.

"I hate you!" hissed Tina.

Turning back toward her, I said, "What?"

"Yes, I see it all now. You are why I am here! They thought I was you, or they thought I looked enough like you that they could pass me off as you. All to satisfy some wealthy buyer's fancy. I couldn't figure it out before. Why me? But now it's clear. You got me into this, Detective Moore ... Barb ... whatever you are called. It's all because of you!"

And with that, she spat on me.

"Look," I replied placatingly. "I understand what happened too, but I'm not sure it's fair that you should blame me. It's coincidence that we look alike, and neither of us had any inkling that we had a near double. This just happened, Tina. You won the lottery, a bad one, that's all there's to it. But we are in this together now, whether we like it or not, and if there is any hope for us we must form an united front against these monsters. Don't grovel to their demands. Don't eat their food. Don't willingly submit to their demands for sex. Resist. Resist. Resist!"

"Brave words, Detective Moore, but they don't make me feel any better nor anymore friendly towards you. And, furthermore, you have no idea what it's been like to be imprisoned down here. Just listen to them up there, drinking and bragging. Won't be long and they will want our asses, and you'll find out quickly enough that resistance is futile. They hold all the cards and they can hurt you in ways you can't imagine and that will make you beg for whatever it is they want from you. In some ways, Detective Moore, I think I might even enjoy watching you get your brains fucked out by the likes of Sergei or Pavel. Will serve you right!"

Sensing that further conversation, would get me nowhere at that moment, I turned away from her.

"Bitch!" she hissed, the force of her breath stirring the hair on the back of my head.

"Just try to get some rest," Josie said to me, eyes still closed and stretching her legs. "Tina's right about one thing, though. They'll be back down here soon enough. They will be drunk. And it won't be pretty."

My gaze returned to Stan. He was sitting upright now. Our eyes met. "I am sorry, Stan," I mouthed silently. He just looked blankly back at me, his face expressionless ... those bloodhound eyes looking more doleful than ever.

Upstairs, I could hear Max on the phone again. They spoke in Russian but it was pretty clear from some of the comments thrown in by Pavel and Sergei that the subject was the video they had made of me being whipped on the sawhorse. It also sounded as though Alex ... wherever he might have been ... was impressed and wanted more videos made.

"Shit!" I thought, closing my eyes and shifting my position again. With arms overhead, sitting back to the wall, and ankles shackled to the floor, finding comfort that was anything more than momentary was all but impossible.

Then the inevitable happened ... the familiar scrapping of chairs on the floor above, loud voices and the clumping of boots on the cellar stairs. Alongside me, Tina stirred apprehensively. Josie too. I felt my stomach tightening, and swallowed hard.

"Wonder what it will be this time," muttered Tina under her breath.

"Does it really matter anymore," breathed Josie.

The Russians descended the steps, then advanced on us, swaggering their way across the cellar floor. They were led by Max. Sergei followed, carrying the camera and appeared to be rather unsteady on his feet. Pavel brought up the rear and had an unearthly gleam in his eyes.

"Get our dear friend, Detective Moore, on her feet!" growled Max.

Sergei set the camera down, and sprang forward with Pavel at his side. My wrists and ankles were released and a fistful of hair was used to lever me into a standing position, back pressed to the wall.

"What now, Max?" said Sergei.

"Stop calling me Max!"

"Sorry boss."

Max, stepped forward to grab me by the chin.

"We're gonna make you into a little movie star, sweetie. A regular porn queen! How 'bout that? Aren't you excited?" he breathed into my face while pinching and twisting one of my nipples with his free hand.

I yelped in pain, and recoiled in disgust. I wanted to turn my head away, but his grip on my chin was too tight. So I tried to pound him with my fists only to have my wrists seized and pinned to the wall by his two colleagues. At my feet, Tina and Josie both shifted themselves as far from me as their bonds allowed.

"Ok, let's get our little cop friend all wet and ready," murmured Max soothingly as he ran his hands all over my breasts, cupping them, mashing them, tweaking and rolling my nipples between finger and thumb. Then he reached down low and began to probe my pussy with one of his middle fingers ... forcing me open, exposing and rubbing at my bud.

"You bastard!" I screamed, struggling vainly and clenching my teeth.

"She likes it," he grinned, withdrawing a gleaming wet finger, holding it up for the others to see, and then forcing it back inside me again.

Tina looked up and grinned at me ... "Where's that resistance you were talking about, Barb? Not so simple as you imagined it would be, is it?"

"Ok, she's ready enough." announced Max triumphantly after several long minutes of fingering me vigorously. "Pavel, get Detective Moore over there and make her kneel on the floor. We'll see how she likes it doggie-style! Sergei get the camera ready!"

I was hustled forward ... despite my backpedaling and feet dragging ... and forced to my knees on a remnant patch of threadbare carpeting that someone had thrown down in the middle of the cellar floor. My head was forced down until I was on my elbows and knees, ass high in the air. Pavel had me by the hair to keep me in place, while Max got down on the floor directly behind me. I could hear him unzipping his trousers.

"Ok, roll 'em! Take one!" Max exclaimed theatrically as he pushed my ankles aside, gripped my hips in both hands, and began probing me from behind. "Nice tight little ass, she has! Look at that ripe little cunt! I’ll bet Detective Goldman over there must have had a field day with this!"

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I heard Stan stir on his chair.

"Let's see now, which little hole shall we fill to begin with?"

I decided to put up a fight and struggled to get away. But Pavel jerked my head back hard, causing my neck to snap painfully, immobilizing me long enough for Max to force entry. I gasped as he slid deep inside and began to pump, slowly at first but then with increasing speed. After awhile his hands released my hips and went for my dangling breasts as he leaned into and over me. I gasped. I shuddered. I could feel his balls slapping the inside of my thighs as he pounded away relentlessly. It hurt!

"Getting this on video?" he called to Sergei.

"Yeah, Max ... I mean boss."

"Good, go around, capture the expression on her face. Get this from all angles, ok? ... a close up of me going in and out would be good too." panted Max.

The tempo of the pounding I was taking increased. It hurt more and more. Max was really big and pushing in deeply and roughly, and my vaginal lips were already worn and sore from my time on the saw horse. My eyes flooded with tears. I thought I couldn't take much more.

Moments later he stopped, stiffened and exploded inside me, driving me to the floor and collapsing on top of me, crushing me under his weight.

"This girl has one hell of a tight, warm and juicy cunt!" he exclaimed, pulling out and athletically pushing himself up and away from me with his arms. "Pavel, you're next. Ream out her other hole on tape for Alex's customer, if you will, and then we'll have Sergei finish her off by fucking her mouth and throat."

Roughly I was pulled back up on my knees. Pavel rotated around behind me and Max came around front to take hold of my hair. My eyes darted from side to side, noting that Tina was watching with a smugly satisfied look on her face. Josie had her eyes shut again. Stan was tugging vainly at his bonds.

Meanwhile Pavel was settling in, kneeling between my feet, hands spreading over my my ass cheeks, thumbs digging in to part them.

I no longer made any effort to resist. I realized there was no point ... the best thing to do was get it over with quickly.

He probed first with his finger, working it into my anus, twisting it about, loosening me up. Then he forced his dick in ... a little at a time at first, but then plunging in deep with one mighty thrust. I screamed in pain as he went in to the hilt. Max tightened his grip on my hair and raised my head so he could look straight into my widening eyes.

"She likes it!" Max reported cheerily. "Getting this on tape, Sergei? Be sure to get up real close on the action, and then pan out. We want a quality product here."

Fortunately, Pavel’s staying power wasn’t great and he had his orgasm before he was able to do too much damage. Groaning loudly, he leaned over me, groping to give my poor man-handled breasts one last painfully crushing squeeze before pulling himself out. Backing away, he slapped my ass and crowed like a rooster.

"My turn," enthused Sergei as he handed the video cam off to Pavel. Max had already prepared me for the next act, forcing me upright on my knees and twisting my arms behind my back to keep me in place. Sergei swaggered around in front of me, trousers open, engorged penis, ram-rod stiff in his hand. Grabbing me by the hair, he turned my face toward his waving member, which he used to beat me on the face while he laughed at the grimaces I made.

Pavel crept in close, holding the camera with its little blinking red light in one hand and pinching my nose with the other, forcing me to open my mouth.

I hated what was about to happen, not that being raped from behind in two different ways hadn't been bad enough. It was just that I hated this so much. I’d done it before. Stan could attest to that. But only on my own terms, and with no great enthusiasm. I basically found it repugnant to suck a man, and even worse ... to be rewarded with a mouthful of his spunk. Disgusting!

But I was given no choice, of course. Sergei lost no time shoving himself inside my open mouth and ramming his rod straight to the back of my throat.

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I shook my head, gagged, squirmed and struggled to get free. Sergei responded by cuffing me on the back of the head and demanding that I hold still and suck. I shook my head, no! He cuffed me again, and shoved himself in deeper than I thought imaginable. I started to panic and then he shot off. Gobs of stringy cum rushed down my throat, filled my mouth, and shot from my nose ... and ... as he pulled out ... dribbled down my chin to spatter all over my breasts, belly and thighs.

"Oh, she's good!" exclaimed Sergei. "What a mouth!"

"Got it all," exulted Pavel, affectionately patting the side of the video cam.

Released at last, I slumped to the floor and curled up defensively in a ball. I spat what seemed like oceans of semen from my mouth, and wiped it from my chin. I was humiliated, filthy, sore, and feeling like I'd rather be dead than endure anymore of this.

"What now, boss?" asked Sergei, stuffing himself back into his trousers.

"I've got a crazy idea," responded Pavel, looking rather pleased with himself. "Let's have her blow her cop friend!"

"Why on earth would she do that? Look at her! She clearly doesn't like it, and he's hardly going to force himself on her. If you want to see her do it again, why not have her blow you?” replied, Sergei doubtfully.

"Not a problem, and not such a dumb idea,” interjected Max. "We can offer a little incentive. Either she blows Goldman off while we watch, or we shoot him. Her choice."
 
My spinning mind was filled with remorse. Poor Stan. This was all my fault. Why hadn't I listened to his sensible cautions? Look what my impetuousness had dragged him into ... most likely an early grave! These Russian gangsters might send me off to be a sex slave, but it didn't take a genius to realize that Stan was disposable ... of no value to them. Earlier I had heard him try to threaten them ... an admirable act of desperation that did no more than amuse them at best. In my imagation I saw them executing him gangland style with a bullet in the back of the head ... a shallow unmarked grave waiting for him behind the house. It could even have been later that day. Oh, how I wished I could make this up to him ... go back in time ... do it all so differently!
Just reading that sincere apology and acknowledgement of your errors almost makes me forgive you. Almost...As for going back in time, I heard you've done that once or twice:cool::p
"Yes, I see it all now. You are why I am here! They thought I was you, or they thought I looked enough like you that they could pass me off as you. All to satisfy some wealthy buyer's fancy. I couldn't figure it out before. Why me? But now it's clear. You got me into this, Detective Moore ... Barb ... whatever you are called. It's all because of you!"
I'm liking this girl:D
In some ways, Detective Moore, I think I might even enjoy watching you get your brains fucked out by the likes of Sergei or Pavel.
A few of the readers might enjoy it as well..
"We're gonna make you into a little movie star, sweetie. A regular porn queen! How 'bout that? Aren't you excited?"
Barb has always wanted to be a star;)
and forced to my knees on a remnant patch of threadbare carpeting that someone had thrown down in the middle of the cellar floor.
Is that a dig at me for the cold cellar floor at our place?:mad:
Nice tight little ass, she has! Look at that ripe little cunt! I’ll bet Detective Goldman over there must have had a field day with this!"
Is that what they're calling these days?:rolleyes: Back when I was in school we had field day and it was nothing like that...
I’d done it before. Stan could attest to that. But only on my own terms, and with no great enthusiasm.
True...
"I've got a crazy idea," responded Pavel, looking rather pleased with himself. "Let's have her blow her cop friend!"
No Pavel, that's not a crazy idea. Not at all...
"Not a problem, and not such a dumb idea,” interjected Max. "We can offer a little incentive. Either she blows Goldman off while we watch, or we shoot him. Her choice."
Yikes! That's turning the tables. Now my life is in Moore's hands (or mouth):eek:
 
11.

I was feeling both pain and nausea as I sat on the cold floor, secured in place, sandwiched between the naked bodies of Tina and Josie. The pain was intense, and I wasn't sure which was worse ... the burning abrasions inflicted on my pussy by the sharp edge of the sawhorse on which they had forced me to perch, or the hot stinging stripes left, all up and down my backside, by the leather thongs of Pavel's whip! The nausea was surely the result of the horror of my predicament coupled with my sense of revulsion at the smell of the dog food my two companions were so greedily lapping up. The one thing I was sure of, I thought to myself as I shifted position in a vain effort to ease the pain ... was that I would never ever submit to the indignity of eating from a dog bowl! I would rather die first!

As I raised my head to gaze, through tear-filled eyes, across the cellar floor, the slumped figure of Stan came into focus. Bound naked to a chair and face contorted, he was doubled over and gasping for breath, having been punched in the gut by our crew-cutted friend, Max, while I was being filmed under the lash up on that horse.

My spinning mind was filled with remorse. Poor Stan. This was all my fault. Why hadn't I listened to his sensible cautions? Look what my impetuousness had dragged him into ... most likely an early grave! These Russian gangsters might send me off to be a sex slave, but it didn't take a genius to realize that Stan was disposable ... of no value to them. Earlier I had heard him try to threaten them ... an admirable act of desperation that did no more than amuse them at best. In my imagation I saw them executing him gangland style with a bullet in the back of the head ... a shallow unmarked grave waiting for him behind the house. It could even have been later that day. Oh, how I wished I could make this up to him ... go back in time ... do it all so differently!

I threw my head back against the wall, closed my eyes and began to bawl ... crying my heart out, my sobs and wails echoing off the cellar’s old stone walls.

After a while, as I began to calm a little, I became aware of my flank touching against the warmth of Tina's beside me. I turned toward her. Our eyes met. She had been staring at me again, just as she had when she first laid eyes on me. I looked down at the bowl between her legs. It was empty. Licked clean. Glancing to the left of me, I saw that Josie had finished her meal as well. She sat with her head rested back against the wall, eyes shut.

"I hate you!" hissed Tina.

Turning back toward her, I said, "What?"

"Yes, I see it all now. You are why I am here! They thought I was you, or they thought I looked enough like you that they could pass me off as you. All to satisfy some wealthy buyer's fancy. I couldn't figure it out before. Why me? But now it's clear. You got me into this, Detective Moore ... Barb ... whatever you are called. It's all because of you!"

And with that, she spat on me.

"Look," I replied placatingly. "I understand what happened too, but I'm not sure it's fair that you should blame me. It's coincidence that we look alike, and neither of us had any inkling that we had a near double. This just happened, Tina. You won the lottery, a bad one, that's all there's to it. But we are in this together now, whether we like it or not, and if there is any hope for us we must form an united front against these monsters. Don't grovel to their demands. Don't eat their food. Don't willingly submit to their demands for sex. Resist. Resist. Resist!"

"Brave words, Detective Moore, but they don't make me feel any better nor anymore friendly towards you. And, furthermore, you have no idea what it's been like to be imprisoned down here. Just listen to them up there, drinking and bragging. Won't be long and they will want our asses, and you'll find out quickly enough that resistance is futile. They hold all the cards and they can hurt you in ways you can't imagine and that will make you beg for whatever it is they want from you. In some ways, Detective Moore, I think I might even enjoy watching you get your brains fucked out by the likes of Sergei or Pavel. Will serve you right!"

Sensing that further conversation, would get me nowhere at that moment, I turned away from her.

"Bitch!" she hissed, the force of her breath stirring the hair on the back of my head.

"Just try to get some rest," Josie said to me, eyes still closed and stretching her legs. "Tina's right about one thing, though. They'll be back down here soon enough. They will be drunk. And it won't be pretty."

My gaze returned to Stan. He was sitting upright now. Our eyes met. "I am sorry, Stan," I mouthed silently. He just looked blankly back at me, his face expressionless ... those bloodhound eyes looking more doleful than ever.

Upstairs, I could hear Max on the phone again. They spoke in Russian but it was pretty clear from some of the comments thrown in by Pavel and Sergei that the subject was the video they had made of me being whipped on the sawhorse. It also sounded as though Alex ... wherever he might have been ... was impressed and wanted more videos made.

"Shit!" I thought, closing my eyes and shifting my position again. With arms overhead, sitting back to the wall, and ankles shackled to the floor, finding comfort that was anything more than momentary was all but impossible.

Then the inevitable happened ... the familiar scrapping of chairs on the floor above, loud voices and the clumping of boots on the cellar stairs. Alongside me, Tina stirred apprehensively. Josie too. I felt my stomach tightening, and swallowed hard.

"Wonder what it will be this time," muttered Tina under her breath.

"Does it really matter anymore," breathed Josie.

The Russians descended the steps, then advanced on us, swaggering their way across the cellar floor. They were led by Max. Sergei followed, carrying the camera and appeared to be rather unsteady on his feet. Pavel brought up the rear and had an unearthly gleam in his eyes.

"Get our dear friend, Detective Moore, on her feet!" growled Max.

Sergei set the camera down, and sprang forward with Pavel at his side. My wrists and ankles were released and a fistful of hair was used to lever me into a standing position, back pressed to the wall.

"What now, Max?" said Sergei.

"Stop calling me Max!"

"Sorry boss."

Max, stepped forward to grab me by the chin.

"We're gonna make you into a little movie star, sweetie. A regular porn queen! How 'bout that? Aren't you excited?" he breathed into my face while pinching and twisting one of my nipples with his free hand.

I yelped in pain, and recoiled in disgust. I wanted to turn my head away, but his grip on my chin was too tight. So I tried to pound him with my fists only to have my wrists seized and pinned to the wall by his two colleagues. At my feet, Tina and Josie both shifted themselves as far from me as their bonds allowed.

"Ok, let's get our little cop friend all wet and ready," murmured Max soothingly as he ran his hands all over my breasts, cupping them, mashing them, tweaking and rolling my nipples between finger and thumb. Then he reached down low and began to probe my pussy with one of his middle fingers ... forcing me open, exposing and rubbing at my bud.

"You bastard!" I screamed, struggling vainly and clenching my teeth.

"She likes it," he grinned, withdrawing a gleaming wet finger, holding it up for the others to see, and then forcing it back inside me again.

Tina looked up and grinned at me ... "Where's that resistance you were talking about, Barb? Not so simple as you imagined it would be, is it?"

"Ok, she's ready enough." announced Max triumphantly after several long minutes of fingering me vigorously. "Pavel, get Detective Moore over there and make her kneel on the floor. We'll see how she likes it doggie-style! Sergei get the camera ready!"

I was hustled forward ... despite my backpedaling and feet dragging ... and forced to my knees on a remnant patch of threadbare carpeting that someone had thrown down in the middle of the cellar floor. My head was forced down until I was on my elbows and knees, ass high in the air. Pavel had me by the hair to keep me in place, while Max got down on the floor directly behind me. I could hear him unzipping his trousers.

"Ok, roll 'em! Take one!" Max exclaimed theatrically as he pushed my ankles aside, gripped my hips in both hands, and began probing me from behind. "Nice tight little ass, she has! Look at that ripe little cunt! I’ll bet Detective Goldman over there must have had a field day with this!"

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I heard Stan stir on his chair.

"Let's see now, which little hole shall we fill to begin with?"

I decided to put up a fight and struggled to get away. But Pavel jerked my head back hard, causing my neck to snap painfully, immobilizing me long enough for Max to force entry. I gasped as he slid deep inside and began to pump, slowly at first but then with increasing speed. After awhile his hands released my hips and went for my dangling breasts as he leaned into and over me. I gasped. I shuddered. I could feel his balls slapping the inside of my thighs as he pounded away relentlessly. It hurt!

"Getting this on video?" he called to Sergei.

"Yeah, Max ... I mean boss."

"Good, go around, capture the expression on her face. Get this from all angles, ok? ... a close up of me going in and out would be good too." panted Max.

The tempo of the pounding I was taking increased. It hurt more and more. Max was really big and pushing in deeply and roughly, and my vaginal lips were already worn and sore from my time on the saw horse. My eyes flooded with tears. I thought I couldn't take much more.

Moments later he stopped, stiffened and exploded inside me, driving me to the floor and collapsing on top of me, crushing me under his weight.

"This girl has one hell of a tight, warm and juicy cunt!" he exclaimed, pulling out and athletically pushing himself up and away from me with his arms. "Pavel, you're next. Ream out her other hole on tape for Alex's customer, if you will, and then we'll have Sergei finish her off by fucking her mouth and throat."

Roughly I was pulled back up on my knees. Pavel rotated around behind me and Max came around front to take hold of my hair. My eyes darted from side to side, noting that Tina was watching with a smugly satisfied look on her face. Josie had her eyes shut again. Stan was tugging vainly at his bonds.

Meanwhile Pavel was settling in, kneeling between my feet, hands spreading over my my ass cheeks, thumbs digging in to part them.

I no longer made any effort to resist. I realized there was no point ... the best thing to do was get it over with quickly.

He probed first with his finger, working it into my anus, twisting it about, loosening me up. Then he forced his dick in ... a little at a time at first, but then plunging in deep with one mighty thrust. I screamed in pain as he went in to the hilt. Max tightened his grip on my hair and raised my head so he could look straight into my widening eyes.

"She likes it!" Max reported cheerily. "Getting this on tape, Sergei? Be sure to get up real close on the action, and then pan out. We want a quality product here."

Fortunately, Pavel’s staying power wasn’t great and he had his orgasm before he was able to do too much damage. Groaning loudly, he leaned over me, groping to give my poor man-handled breasts one last painfully crushing squeeze before pulling himself out. Backing away, he slapped my ass and crowed like a rooster.

"My turn," enthused Sergei as he handed the video cam off to Pavel. Max had already prepared me for the next act, forcing me upright on my knees and twisting my arms behind my back to keep me in place. Sergei swaggered around in front of me, trousers open, engorged penis, ram-rod stiff in his hand. Grabbing me by the hair, he turned my face toward his waving member, which he used to beat me on the face while he laughed at the grimaces I made.

Pavel crept in close, holding the camera with its little blinking red light in one hand and pinching my nose with the other, forcing me to open my mouth.

I hated what was about to happen, not that being raped from behind in two different ways hadn't been bad enough. It was just that I hated this so much. I’d done it before. Stan could attest to that. But only on my own terms, and with no great enthusiasm. I basically found it repugnant to suck a man, and even worse ... to be rewarded with a mouthful of his spunk. Disgusting!

But I was given no choice, of course. Sergei lost no time shoving himself inside my open mouth and ramming his rod straight to the back of my throat.

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I shook my head, gagged, squirmed and struggled to get free. Sergei responded by cuffing me on the back of the head and demanding that I hold still and suck. I shook my head, no! He cuffed me again, and shoved himself in deeper than I thought imaginable. I started to panic and then he shot off. Gobs of stringy cum rushed down my throat, filled my mouth, and shot from my nose ... and ... as he pulled out ... dribbled down my chin to spatter all over my breasts, belly and thighs.

"Oh, she's good!" exclaimed Sergei. "What a mouth!"

"Got it all," exulted Pavel, affectionately patting the side of the video cam.

Released at last, I slumped to the floor and curled up defensively in a ball. I spat what seemed like oceans of semen from my mouth, and wiped it from my chin. I was humiliated, filthy, sore, and feeling like I'd rather be dead than endure anymore of this.

"What now, boss?" asked Sergei, stuffing himself back into his trousers.

"I've got a crazy idea," responded Pavel, looking rather pleased with himself. "Let's have her blow her cop friend!"

"Why on earth would she do that? Look at her! She clearly doesn't like it, and he's hardly going to force himself on her. If you want to see her do it again, why not have her blow you?” replied, Sergei doubtfully.

"Not a problem, and not such a dumb idea,” interjected Max. "We can offer a little incentive. Either she blows Goldman off while we watch, or we shoot him. Her choice."
OMG. I'm so sorry for that Lady.:eek: Why do they hurt her so bad? and to make her take it in her cunt and ass and even mouth!:eek::eek: It's horrible!!:eek::eek::eek:
Can they do it some more?:rolleyes:
 
Just reading that sincere apology and acknowledgement of your errors almost makes me forgive you. Almost...As for going back in time, I heard you've done that once or twice:cool::p

I'm liking this girl:D

A few of the readers might enjoy it as well..

Barb has always wanted to be a star;)

Is that a dig at me for the cold cellar floor at our place?:mad:

Is that what they're calling these days?:rolleyes: Back when I was in school we had field day and it was nothing like that...

True...

No Pavel, that's not a crazy idea. Not at all...

Yikes! That's turning the tables. Now my life is in Moore's hands (or mouth):eek:
Endorse it all!
 
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