"collateral"

Posted by Menagerie on June 23, 2004 at 17:42:14:

COLLATERAL
“So, how come I finally get to meet these guys, Tod?” asked Sue. She was doing her makeup in the passenger side mirror, squeezing her lips and getting them big and red.
“Because they wanted you,” said Tod, knowing it was too close to the truth. He had pulled off the Interstate and was headed down the old main road; Sue, next to him, shifted her weight and pouted into the mirror.
“They aren’t too angry at you over the business deal, are they?” she said. “Twenty thousand is a lot of money. How soon do they want it back?” Satisfied, she clicked the compact shut, peered into the mirror.
She looked good, Tod thought. Maybe a little extra weight around the middle, an extra chin, but not bad, at all. Her full breasts hung heavy against the light, cotton dress; it flared out against her ample, womanly hips and ended abruptly, to reveal long, luscious legs. Sue’s bright blue eyes gazed at herself in the mirror, then, questioningly, at him. “I think I can bargain with them,” he told Sue’s reflection, and it smiled brightly back at him. “It wasn’t your fault,” she said reassuringly. “We’ll be back on our feet in no time.” Tod stayed silent; he knew what he had to bargain with.
The old warehouse was off the main road; the loading dock was filled with refuse, the sidewalk was cracked. Sue hauled herself out of the car; she was as tall as he was, and the car door whoomed shut with her weight behind it. “This is where they work?” she breathed. “They must not be doing any better than you are. How could they afford to loan you--?” Tod took her by the arm and led her up the broken walk; he hesitated before buzzing.
It took a half-minute before the security light came on, and a voice crackled through the ancient intercom. “Name?” it demanded. Tod told them, and after another half-minute, the door swung open.
Sid looked a lot unhappier than he had sounded on the phone; he shook hands grimly, turned to Sue. Sue offered a hand; he clenched it for a beat, didn’t let it go, then turned back to Tod. “This way,” he directed, and they followed him down a dimly lit hallway, Sue’s heels clack-clacking on the tiled floor.
Into a smallish conference room, Sid motioned for the couple to sit. He kept standing. They looked up at him; for the first time, he cracked a smile.
“Now, Tod,” he began, “I believe you understand the gravity of the situation. We had a very strict agreement as to repayment of the loan; $40,000, in full, within 30 days.”
“Forty!” proclaimed Sue, her mouth dropping open. She looked at Tod, her eyes wide. “You told me it was twenty!”
“It was,” he muttered. “I borrowed twenty; I have to pay forty. I was sure it would work, Sid,” he pleaded with the man, and started to get out of the small, uncomfortable chair. “It seemed like a can’t-miss deal; maybe if I can interest a few discount stores in the rest of the inventory…”
Sid clapped a beefy hand on Tod’s shoulder, and he deflated like a balloon, sank back in the chair. “Well, I’m going to tell you, Tod,” he said. “I like you, I really do, and I still have faith in your venture. So I’m going to give you an extension.”
Tod was astonished; he figured…well, he didn’t know what to figure. He knew he had to come to the old warehouse, or else, and he knew he’d better obey the order to bring Sue along. Sid was eyeing her right now; taking in her full figure, her carefully coifed hair, her soft knees peeking out from under the skirt. Sue was oblivious to Sid’s open leer; she was smiling, her even teeth peeking out. “Oh, thank you, Mr.—Mr.—”
“However,” interrupted the man, “we can’t let our personal feelings interfere with good business practices, Tod. So in exchange for the additional time to pay back the debt…which is now sixty thousand dollars, by the way—” Tod swallowed, hard—“we are going to need to hold some collateral.”
And with that, two guys came into the room. Without a word, they walked directly toward…Sue, who screamed in protest as they each grabbed her by an arm and quickly dragged her back out the door. Tod was frozen; he watched as she flailed in their tight grips, kicking her legs…leaving a shoe behind. The door slammed behind them; Tod heard his wife wail, “Toddddddddd! Todddddddddd….!”
“Sixty grand, Tod,” said Sid, cupping a hand and lifting to gesture Tod out of his chair. “Sixty grand, thirty days. I’ll let you out.”
Tod could still hear the echoes of his wife’s cries as he hurriedly got into the car and screeched out of the decrepit parking lot. He didn’t know where he was heading. But he knew he couldn’t raise sixty grand in thirty days.
Sid knew it, too, but he was willing to wait. He had his prize, after all. When he got to the little playroom in the back, the boys were already getting her ready for him. Sue was still screaming, shrilly; one of the men had her arms pinned behind her, and the other was tearing her dress off. Sid grinned; pretty damn inviting, nice big boobs. Off came the bra; the hefty tits were topped with large nipples. Her panties were shredded; a sizeable thatch of pubic hair. Sid walked up to her as the second guy was tying her arms behind her back; he grabbed her mouth between his thumb and fingers, squeezed hard. Sue’s mouth was distorted like a fish’s; she got quiet, stared at him through red-rimmed eyes.
“For the next thirty days,” Sid informed Sue, his face an inch from hers, “you belong to me. That’s how long we’re giving your rat husband to pony up with our money. By the way, he knew you were what we wanted; whad’ya think of that?” Her eyes fixed on him, she nodded; couldn’t think of anything else. With his free hand, Sid had started to caress her boobs, rough hands rasping against the smooth, plump skin, rubbing the big, brown nipples. “After thirty days—well, we’ll see. Starting now.”
Sid pushed Sue roughly to her knees; she heard the zip, and knew. Looking up again, defeat in her pretty eyes, she nodded, and closing those eyes, took his cock in her mouth.
It wasn’t easy, sucking the guy off with her hands tied behind her back. Sue was a big girl, and had to hunch down to avoid falling over; she sucked and licked, felt the big cock firm up and jerk a few times, then blast her face and throat with a thick load of cum. She choked and coughed, started crying again, as the man laughed and pushed her down to the concrete floor; she toppled, her bare flesh slapping the floor with a noise like an exploding water balloon, and she sobbed into the dust.
“Hope you liked it,” said Sid, “’cause there’s plenty more to come.”
At first they kept Sue in a dim, tiny cubicle, barely four feet square, sawdust on the floor; they would tie her feet and leave her. If she had to piss or shit, well, too bad; she would be there for hours, sometimes a couple of days. Food came in a metal bowl; she figured out right away it was dog food. But she had to eat.
Whenever a man opened the door, she would learn quickly, she was his to do with as he pleased. She had sucked a hundred cocks, been penetrated from every direction. Two men tied her wrists to the ceiling, plunged into her from both directions, their bodies slapping against her naked skin as she cried out in pain. Or a belt would come off, and crack against her smooth ass and plump tits; Sue swayed from the ceiling, her long legs kicking together as she flopped like a fish on a hook, and then the strap would find her twat with a CRACK! that made her tender pubes feel as though they had been set ablaze.
After a while, she was moved from the dark room—she saw, as she was led away, another nude woman, hands bound, eyes pleading, being forced into what had been Sue’s cubicle—and into even smaller quarters. It was an iron-barred cage, in an otherwise empty room in a cellar, thick pipes bending this way and that through the ceiling and walls. Sue could barely squeeze through the small opening, but Sid’s henchman laughed and gave her plush fanny a slap; Sue fell over sideways, and heard the click of a padlock against the door. She would be kept, like an animal…released only to suffer, to let men inside of her and to take them into her mouth.
Once, twice, she saw the other woman again. She was short, chunky, mousy brown hair; the two of them were set on their knees together, bound back to back, sucking a parade of dicks. The other woman’s name was Dawn; the men, laughing, coaxed her into trying a little bit harder, coaxed her with hands around her throat, slaps to the face. The two were left to sob in agony, still bound to each other, lying on their sides on the hard, concrete floor, semen mixing with the blood and spittle running out of the sides of their mouths…
Then, after what seemed to Sue like an unceasing eternity of torture and rape, the door to her cage opened one last time. It was Sid, with two goons; they hauled her out of the little cell. She stayed on her knees, looking down at his fancy shoes. And heard him say, “Thirty days is up.”
Sue looked up. She knew her fate had just gotten worse. She heard herself croak, tearfully, “So go get Tod…not me. He took your money…”
“Tod is long gone, I’m afraid,” Sid said cheerfully. “Landlord says he split weeks ago. I don’t need him; I’ve got you, and I’ll recoup my losses that way. That’s why I wanted you as collateral.” And he turned and walked out, the two goons lifting Sue by the armpits and dragging her behind them, her bound feet scraping the unfinished floor of the harshly lit room.
Back in the loading dock, there were two other guys; Sue hadn’t seen them before. They were normally dressed, but had kind of an odd look to them, just a little bit...crazy. Dawn was also there; like Sue, she was totally nude, sandwiched between two of Sid’s men. “Here are the goods, gentlemen,” Sid sang out. “Twenty-five thousand apiece…agreed?”
“This one’s a big one,” said the smaller of the two men, scarcely able to contain his delight; he rushed over to where the goons still had Sue propped between them, started fondling her tits, her belly, her twat. “Looks real good, Georgie…pay up.”
Georgie handed over a manila envelope; Sid smiled, waved to his boys, and they trundled the exhausted and defeated Sue toward the overhead door. A grind of gears, and it slowly elevated; there was a white delivery truck backed up to the bay, its door open. One of the hoods reached into his pocket, squeezed Sue’s mouth open, stuffed in a dirty handkerchief; then, he slapped tape over her mouth, and the two casually tossed the naked, helpless woman into the back of the van. A moment later, Dawn, disheveled, crying, landed next to her.
A long, bumpy ride followed; Sue was spent from her ordeal but couldn’t sleep, instead lay in mortal dread, her heart pounding. The steel floor of the van, ridges raised every few inches, pressed cold against her screaming flesh, contrasted with the warmth of the other woman, laying next to her. Sue felt Dawn struggle weakly, then collapse, Dawn’s sobs muffled through her own gag.
Sue’s fear was heightened to sheer frenzy when the truck finally came to a stop; when the door swung open and the two guys eagerly reached to pull her out, she involuntarily urinated all over herself. She realized she was within a large, residential garage. A boat was on a trailer next to the van. “Party time,” the little guy giggled, and grabbed her feet; the other took her by the upper torso, and together they marched Sue through a door. From the floor of the truck, Dawn watched, trembling, her face jerking in terror.
A nice house, out in the country; out a window, Sue spied a small lake, framed by trees. But she immediately found herself on her back, atop a coffee table about two feet off the ground; Georgie squatted on her chest and stuffed his cock in her mouth, and she felt the other guy untie her feet and retie them to the table legs, then penetrate her pussy. She took them both, the one bouncing on her tits and the other grinding against her hips; she gurgled through the hood’s snot-soaked hankie, until they emptied their loads into her. Sue choked on yet another mouthful of cum—how many had there been in the last month? A hundred?—and as Georgie got off of her, her eyes focused on a face. A grinning, handsome fellow, square jaw, sharp clothes; he joked, “I see why you two couldn’t wait. Nice pickup.”
He reached down, ripped the tape off her face, and plucked the snotrag, soaked with drool, out of her mouth. Another joke: “Remind me to send Sid a laundry bill.”
Sue looked up at the dude, who was smiling devilishly; she was stark naked, filthy from a month in captivity, bound to a piece of furniture, dripping semen. She gaped, couldn’t make words.
“Pleased to meet you, Sue,” winked the sharp dresser. “Folks call me Chip. In a minute, they’ll be calling you ‘Lunch’.” She didn’t understand, but her two tormentors were giggling hysterically.
“Several years ago, I had an unfortunate run in with the law,” Chip was saying; his hands behind his back, he was pacing in a leisurely fashion around the trussed woman. “I wound up in what they call a ‘Sexual Deviant Rehab Center’ with Ernie and Georgie, here,” and the two guys smirked.
Chip was standing right over Sue, who stared up at him, eyes wide, a tear running down her cheek. He laughed. “What they didn’t know was that these two jokers already had several kills to their credit; when we got out, with the help of Dad’s money, I was more than happy to take them on as partners in our little venture, here.”
He bent over, an inch from her face; Sue twitched, the tears flowing freely now. “From their stays in public facilities, at the taxpayers’ expense, Ernie and Georgie got to know several other fellows of similar tastes. They were also previously in the employ of Sid, whom I believe—“ and here Chip abruptly stuck an index finger into Sue’s mouth and down her throat, so deep she gagged—“you’ve gotten to know very well.
“Sid continues to run his lucrative credit enterprise,” Chip went on, staring straight into Sue’s face as she retched around his finger, “and particularly tough cases end up down here at the lake. I reimburse Sid’s stake, and a little more; I recoup my own expenses from the gentlemen Ernie and Georgie got to know from their earlier brushes with the gendarmes. They pay several thousand dollars each…to take part in a very special banquet.”
Chip removed his finger, straightened up. Sue coughed weakly, choked back vomit, stared up at him. A very special…
“Fellas,” said Chip, turning and headed out to the deck, “show dear Sue the kitchen.”
It wasn’t really the kitchen; it was a room off the main floor. It had a steel table, several buckets, and a number of large, wicked knives hanging from a rack. There was a steel pole, eight feet long, propped against the wall. Sharpened at both ends. Sue was again plopped on the table; Ernie took one of the knives, and looked at Sue intently. And she could see the sex killer’s eyes gleam, like the blade of the knife.
The knife cut slowly, and agonizingly. It started at Sue’s breastbone, sliced through the flesh of the belly…down to her cunt. Through her red-hot pain, she could feel the blade under the skin of her pussy, tracing around; triumphantly, the monster held her labia aloft by her thick pubic hair.
“Add to the collection,” laughed Georgie. Sue could feel hands inside of her, groping at her parts, then a hollowness as part of her gave way. A wet plop; part of Sue had landed in the bucket.
The men grabbed Sue by the shoulder and feet, flipped her, then pushed her knees apart. Her consciousness ebbing, the acute pain of the blade and gutting giving way to a a receding nothingness, Sue was dimly aware of a large, pointed object poking at her anus. Then in…and through…and into her throat…then forcing her mouth open wide…and finally, her eyes crossed dully, staring at the gore-covered tip of the pole, protruding from within her.
“I’m getting better at this,” bragged Ernie as he trussed Sue’s feet to the pole. Her hands were tied to her sides. Each grabbing an end of the cruel spike, the two psychos lifted the impaled housewife and paraded her out the door, and into the yard.
A fire was already smoldering; the two set the pole ends on props on either side of a glowing-red pile of embers. The heat seared Sue immediately, her skin shrinking and tightening, the fluids of her body starting to hiss, and to emerge from her body, and to drip. Sue could almost feel it, for only a moment.
The secluded estate was soon teeming with men. Some bore the tattoos of prison life, of highway warriors. Some had the rough hands and bodies of day laborers. Others were timid, nervous, but had a glistening of the eye that told you, Be Wary. They came to Chip’s; they paid good money.
And they were not to be disappointed. They had been to many of these feasts; they knew what to expect. For one thing, entertainment. For there was Dawn, her head and wrists locked in a pillory; one man had mounted her from behind, while another enjoyed the pleasures of her tongue. Another would choose to flay her plump ass, or penetrate her dangling breasts with needles. There she would remain, through the long afternoon; she howled, in fear as much as in pain.
And as each of the men had had his fill of tormenting Dawn, they gathered at the main table under a colorful umbrella, above the bank to the lake, for the feast. There would be no fancy hors d’oeuvres, no meager salads. Only hearty, savory fare, the rarest, most exquisite meal they could imagine.
It was Sue, her long frame laid out, her opened belly down, in a large pan. Her skin was black from the fire, dappled in hues of red. Her mouth was still frozen open where the steel spike had emerged. Wearing a chef’s hat and apron, Georgie carved chunks of flesh from her body, piled the pink meat, glistening with fat, onto large platters. One full-sized women could feed a lot of men; slices of her back, fat ringing the red meat…dense slices from her heavy thighs…her ribs, cracked from her chest. Each man shouted for the part of Sue they desired; Georgie knew their preferences by now, and would keep a plate with a foot, or a breast, waiting for that individual.
They savored the flesh they craved; no need to wolf it down--after all, there would surely be another cookout soon; they kept glancing at Dawn, twisting in agony in her stocks, and measuring her flesh with their eyes. Chip kept the liquor flowing freely; he munched on a tender rib chop, watched as his guests devoured the unfortunate woman, whose body had become collateral, on a debt long past due.