Defiled by the Sadistic Boss Page 4

  Jamie whined and shook making her breasts jiggle on her chest. "Stay still!" The man roughly spat out at her. Fearful of even worse punishment, and Jamie stifled herself as he attached the second clamp.

  The things had sharp teeth at the end and she could feel the tips bite into her tender nipples already chafed by her suckling infant. "Ouch! Please! Don't do this!" The man paid her complaint no attention and instead grabbed the chain now linking her tits by the center and painfully tugged on it.

  "Ouch!" She hiccupped with pain and tipped forward.

  “Stay in place!” he ordered and began pulling with more strength, and somehow through some superhuman force of will, Jamie froze in place and waited for him to test the firmness of the clamps’ purchase in her flesh pulling her breasts heavy with milk, pulsating in agony from her chest like two cones which he then released and they bounced back into place.

  "Do not ever remove the chain without my explicit permission."

  Then, “We spent enough time here already. I have a busy day tomorrow and need to rest but first we're going back to inform Rodrigo his services are no longer needed. You will tell your Latin boyfriend goodbye. You may kiss him but hurry and don’t linger. He will understand. Believe me. This is the last time you will see him." Don Antonio almost added alive, but then through some inexplicable pang of tenderness spared her that last tidbit of agonizing information.

  The bitch had enough on her plate as it was through no fault of her own and for some reason he was feeling uncharacteristic empathy for her.

  Recruited

  “Oh, come on, my son. Don’t be such a pussy! It was a test.” The man reached out and gently patted the younger man’s shellshocked face. Rodrigo’s eyes were riveted on the kneeling naked figure of his prim and proper nineteen-year-old lover.

  Jamie’s eyes were downcast, as she sat back on her heels with her hands nervously clenching in her lap. What had this monster done to her?! Her transformation in less than an hour was so complete as to be completely incomprehensible! Rodrigo shot a look at his boss and wondered if the man could succumb to the feelings of murderous rage that right now were overwhelming every other emotion in his heart.

  “What have you done? She is an innocent! A civilian! You… You son of a…!” One of the bodyguards standing not far from the two men took a step closer and Rodrigo could clearly see him reach for a pistol tucked in his belt. Don Antonio lifted his hand.

  “Stop!” He barked looking in the direction of his own bodyguard. “Rodrigo here is justified in his outrage. Wouldn’t you be if you were in his shoes?”

  “Si, patron,” the man growled and lowered his head. His eyes remained pointedly staring at Rodrigo, keeping watch lest the brittle man’s nerves cracked and he tried to do something stupid.

  “Come, my son, let me explain,” Don Antonio motioned towards the living room. Rodrigo couldn’t help but feel Jamie’s presence as she demurely crawled after them. She positioned herself silently by the knees of Don Antonio as the two men took a seat. Rodrigo had never seen her blush so violently before. He was sure she couldn’t understand a word of what they had said in Spanish. And yet, she seemed instinctively attuned to his boss, following him without so much as a question. It was unbelievable! How could the man have broken her so quickly?

  “Look at me, my son. You need to pay attention now. I know it is difficult, but trust me when I tell you that Jamie is perfectly safe. For now. She’s here to help you understand the gravity of what I’m about to propose to you.”

  Don Antonio had learned patience the hard way. His back still bore the by now ancient healed scars of his father's belt to prove it. As he sat now drinking his tequila, idly playing with the kneeling girl's locks and observing young Rodrigo sweat and squirm with indecision, it occurred to the wizened boss that not all had experienced the gifts of a childhood such as his. It occurred to him that he owed his father an apology, if not his outright gratitude. At least he had learned most of life's hard lessons when he had been young, a child really. Much better than having to learn the hard way as an adult, like younger Rodrigo. So much hubris and pride working against drawing the proper conclusions.

  Don Antonio reached down from Jamie's head where he had been enjoying the softness of her curls, to pass it along her graceful neck. It was covered in delicious rivers of sweat. He moved down to fondle her tits. A hiss, a sharp intake of breath from the girl, her entire body tensing.

  "Shhh," he subvocalized soft soothing words of nonsense like he did to his stable of horses. The girl was surprisingly prompt to respond. Her body relaxed, her butt came back down to rest on her heels, the upside of her naked feet retaking the brunt of her weight as the man's hand reached forward to take her by the nipple chain. He hefted the heavy gold, her nipples responding immediately.

  If he didn't know any better, Don Antonio might have taken their prompt hardening as a sexual response, but he strongly doubted that. Not at this stage. At this stage, Jamie was simply buffeted by her raging emotions of panic and anxiety. Don Antonio knew it wouldn’t be for some time before she would begin to confuse these feelings with lust and sexual cravings. He tugged on the chain hefting her twin peaks and the supple orbs of perky female flesh behind them up towards the ceiling.

  "Ngggh!" The girl grunted and arched back, her chest pointing towards the ornate chandelier. The room was well lit making her sweaty skin shimmer. Every delicious sinew and crevasse of muscle and flesh stood outlined taut – a live sculpture of light.

  "You like?" Don Antonio taunted her young lover whose entire body was a picture of restrained aggression where Rodrigo sat on the edge of his seat, eyes gleaming with barely contained fury.

  "Now, now, calma te! My boy, young Jamie doesn't know it, of course, but she has sacrificed herself to be an example for you. Respect that, I beg you. Don't waste this young girl's life, and yours, and most importantly, do not waste the life of Consuela, your dear sister too."

  Rodrigo froze as if struck by lightning, his attention suddenly riveted on the evil boss. "She is in Columbia," Rodrigo hissed through clenched teeth.

  Don Antonio glanced at one of his men and nodded. The bodyguard reached over and handed Rodrigo a manila folder.

  "Not anymore, she isn’t. There are pictures inside. Look at them carefully. Consuela and her boy, Esteban. As you can see they are safe, and happy, here in America. Shopping, enjoying themselves, my honored guests, I promise you. But it is up to you if my they continue to be that way. Or…" Don Antonio looked meaningfully back down at Jamie. Her naked body was quivering with the strain of having to continuously arch, her breasts – two cones of flesh poised in tension at the ends of the clamps and the heavy gold chain that the merciless man kept tugging upward. "Then again, maybe I'm wrong. After all, it has been such a long time since you last saw Consuela. Six years since you left her under the protection of your mother's estranged cousin, the president of Colombia. Maybe you don't care anymore. Maybe…"

  Don Antonio stopped speaking and his eyes crinkled at the corners. Rodrigo had slid off his chair and was now on his knees, clenching both hands together in supplication before his tear-soaked face, like in prayer.

  “Anything, patron, anything! I'll do anything you wish. Just don't harm Esteban and Consuela. They are all I have left. Please, Patron." He threw himself facedown on the floor. Don Antonio let go of the gold chain and smiled hearing Jamie's intake of breath.

  "I agree: They are all you have left indeed. Especially now that I possess your putita. Let me tell you, it wasn't easy getting them out of that asshole’s grasp in Columbia. But now they're here. If you want my word that they don't suffer Jamie's fate, you'll need to do something for me."

  "Anything, patron. Anything," wept the forlorn man on the floor. His voice sounded desperate and Don Antonio recognized in it the resolve of a broken man.

  "Then stand, my son. Stand and follow my men. They will give you the details. You will follow these details precisely. You will go to Colombia. And there you will murder your mother's cousin for me. Do you still think you can do that?"

  Rodrigo looked up from the floor. His eyes had the haunted stare of a cornered animal. "It is a suicide mission, patron."

  "That may be. I promise you Consuela and Esteban will be safe and taken care of for life."

  Rodrigo wiped his face with the back of his sleeve and stood. "I will do it, El patron, Don Mendoza. I will do it."

  "Then go, my boy, do the honorable thing, and don't look back. One day, I'll make sure that Consuela names a grandchild after you. I promise."

  It wasn't until a few moments later, after Rodrigo had kissed his hand reverently and left the room, that Don Antonio realized that Rodrigo hadn't looked over at Jamie. Not even once. It was as if the young American woman had suddenly ceased to exist for him.

  Initiated in His Bed

  "Has my boy had you up the ass yet?"

  If he hadn't been holding her hand, Jamie would have fled. He was taking her down a long dark hallway, holding her hand like she was a little girl. Two of his eternally present gorillas-for-men bodyguards were following. She looked down and shook her head silently blushing crimson. She felt the man's laughter before she heard it. It made her queasy, and it was all she could do to keep on walking and not give in to the sudden weakness that almost caused her knees to buckle.

  "I see, I see," the man chuckled and then stopped and spun her around to where she was now facing him. She almost lost her balance and had no choice but to steady herself against his chest.

  “Your reaction tells me that nobody has touched you there. I find that very strange knowing my boy Rodrigo. He is quite the passionate ass fucker. Especially when it comes to plowing the innocent behinds of young naïve housewives like yourself." The evil man seemed
genuinely puzzled at his minion’s obviously uncharacteristic behavior. His thoughtful voice made Jamie look up at him instinctively, and in his sadistic dark eyes, she saw a malicious twinkle that bespoke an evil agenda.

  His hands came around her waist, and Jenny whimpered as he pressed her painfully against him. Her taut breasts were made to pillow against the big man's broad chest. It was more than four hours since she had last had an opportunity to nurse and that reminded her of her baby and her previous life that seemed suddenly so distant. New tears came when she thought of what this man might do when he discovered she was producing milk. Her anxiety with the events so far that night had prevented her from leaking, but she doubted she would be spared the indignity much longer.

  She willed herself not to scream. It was all her fault. She was about to be taken in the most obscene possible way, fucked up her ass! Just the way she deserved! She had it all, and she had squandered it to the wind! A loving husband, a beautiful, healthy little baby, a gorgeous house in a boring neighborhood. She forced herself to take deep breaths. Later she would cry. Now she would take it. Like a good little concubine. A whore. A bitch.

  "What! What did you say?" The man stared down and brought his ear to her mouth.

  Had she spoken out loud? Dear Lord!

  “I-I understand,” she stammered and then added in a breathless little whisper. “I'm a whore. A bitch. I will serve you as you wish –"

  “Good girl," his hand came to caress her face. “I know you will.”

  She looked up at him, the pleading look in her moistened eyes speaking volumes to the experienced master. The tone of his voice and his words had an almost magical effect, and he could clearly see her become overwhelmed with the realization that she now saw him less as her tormentor but more as a just master and loving provider. He smiled. “Give me your hand baby girl," Jamie immediately obeyed.

  There was no mistaking the nature of that hand in his – it was that of a child to an adult, a yielding of responsibility. She was giving herself to him, and the druglord accepted responsibility, confident he was worthy of that trust. He leaned forward and gently kissed her on one cheek, and then the other. A flood of happiness suffused the girl. In her eyes, he could see that she felt emptied of all responsibilities ready to be possessed by him, her new master.

  He pushed her in the room so quickly that she it took her a couple of moments to realize they had been standing by the door to a bedroom. Mercifully, at least the bodyguards stayed outside. Now it was just the two of them, her vicious tormentor and Jamie.

  Instinctively she turned her back on him but a barked command was all it took to make her face him again. She was confused, shocked, dazed by what was happening. Her mind was refusing to cooperate and provide something to say, a way to stop him. Most frustrating of all, when she almost tripped into the somber darkness of the room, she instinctively reached out and grabbed the man, her master, by the arm. And when he steadied her, she didn’t let go as if she needed to hold him for moral strength. Him – the man who was the source of all her turmoil and tribulation! It made no sense to her even though she fully realized how pathetic she had to appear to him.

  "Good little slave." The man nodded seeing her fragility.

  She saw him smile.

  He put down his drink and waved her forward. "Come here my little scared animal, mi pequeño animal asustado. You're afraid now. I will teach you how to feed on that terror you're feeling right here,” he pressed his three fingers at the pit of her rib cage and made her gasp.

  “You feel like it is the end. And panic and fright perhaps make it difficult to breathe, but let me tell you, this is only the beginning. I will show you how to use those feelings and change them into something much more interesting and potent.”

  "Come, baby girl, lie down now."

  He handcuffed her hands and wrists behind her back. Then he used another set of cuffs to trap her ankles together as well. She had expected something else to happen and was surprised when the lights flicked out and she heard the door slamming shut and the lock falling in place. There were no windows and other than her sobs that soon echoed from the sparse walls, precious little could be heard in the darkness. She buried her face in the pillow for what felt like long hours and let all her frustrations pour out in a long wailing cry. She bemoaned her accursed luck, her stupidity of flirting with an avowed gang member, her stupid choices, her conniving duplicitous husband, and the bleak future which undoubtedly lay ahead. In the silent darkness of the room she had no way to tell time and soon fell into a slumber exhausted by the whirlwind of emotions she had endured since the horrible events in the back alley that morning.

  She woke up with a start when she felt fingers removing the cuffs from her ankles. "Turn around," she had flipped onto her side at some point in her restless sleep and so hurried to obey pressing her nipples into the bed. She moaned with pain reminded by the steely clamps that still held her breasts securely pinched as she forced her chest down into the mattress. The bed bounced with the weight of the man as he moved up and joined her on it. His hard, powerful legs brushed her buttocks as he moved about in the darkness and she realized her master was naked!

  "Please, sir," she started pleading but was interrupted by a strong swat to the bottom that echoed like a gunshot in the silent room. She forgot what she was going to say.

  He laid himself out next to her and she felt his semi erect cock resting on her hip as he effortlessly flipped her back facing up again. His hand washed across her breasts, glided along her abdomen which she instinctively sucked in and began to explore her pussy. He was gentle at first and she endured his attentions petrified in place, wondering what was to happen next. Her thighs were pressed close together though she heard him say, "Open!" and obediently did as told.

  She wondered for the zillionth time why it was she couldn't bring herself to object or deny any of this man's orders. His fingers were long and he expertly played in her curls exploring the length of her labia, delving to tickle her inner lips. Then he became harsher.

  He began yanking on tufts of her pubic hair until her eyes watered and her breath caught in her chest, her hands curling into fists against the sheets as she submissively kept her place submitting to his will. Then his fingers delved inside her body, Jamie unable to ask for mercy or seek escape. He spread her pussy open from the inside and held her that way for a long moment before relaxing his spread. Then he withdrew his hand and she took a breath.

  "Aie!" He began tapping her pussy which had grown moist with his attentions. He was gentle at first, growing harder with every subsequent slap, until the only sound in the room was the loud echo of his palm slapping the wetness of her inner pussy that had flowered open beneath his unnatural assault. The bed bounced as her body jerked each time but her mouth remained silent as she obediently endured this depredation too.

  Then his smacking stopped, and Jamie found she could breathe again. “Just a foretaste,” he said softly and his voice made her flesh rise in goosebumps.

  "What big lips for such a small girl! I think you are a natural little whore, aren't you?" Jamie was speechless, frightened beyond belief. Her body was sweating, a small puddle of her sweat having dribbled between her thighs wetting the sheets.

  Smack!

  It took her a moment to register that he had slapped her face. Not strongly but enough to get her attention and make her face blush crimson in anger and shame. "I asked you a question, you shall not ignore me. Do you hear, Jamie?" In contrast to the violence, his voice sounded preternaturally calm and this scared her more than anything.

  “I wasn't ignoring you,” she squealed. “I just don't know what to answer!" Jamie’s voice was shrill with tension.

  “You don't know if you're a natural slut or not?” Jamie shook her head speechless and in shock, but afraid he might slap her again forced herself to actually reply, "No, Sir I'm not sure. I just don’t know –" She felt on the cusp of a mental breakdown. Her chin was quivering and her whole body seemed to convulse. Her skin felt like it was crawling with millions of ants.