THE GANG
by V.P. Viddler
All four of the chicks that we Bastards captured from that uptown gang
had an attitude problem -- at first. But it got lost damn quickly. As soon as
they saw what we did with the fifth one. Who wasn't in condition to come along
with us. Maybe she's still hanging around up there. Hanging by her wrists.
That's how Judy was hanging.
Not right away though.
Anyway, four uptown chicks in our clubhouse. Trying to tough it out. Not
for long.
My favorite was a redhead. April. Kind of skinny but not skinny in the
bosom. Crazy hips. April was first. Dash put her out in the middle of the floor
and told her to strip. Just like that. All of us sitting around, standing
around. Guys and girls both. Told April to strip. April didn't look too good, I
could tell how scared she was, but she just stood still. Didn't do anything. So
Dash grins and asks what her name is and she says April and Dash says, "April,
you can go two ways. You can strip or you can scream. All night long. I'd like
to hear you screaming all night long. What do you say?" April stripped. Crying
all the while. And Dash said, "Anybody want this skinny broad?" And I said I
did. So Dash said, "Do it to her. Right now. Lay down, April." April was
crying, but she did it, and I got naked and did it to her, and it was damn
good.
The brown-haired chick was Dawn, that's what she said, and Dawn wasn't
about to cry. But still she was afraid. Dash didn't tell Dawn to strip. He said
she had a sexy mouth. And that was damn right, it was a pouty kind of round,
soft mouth with full lips. Dash said Dawn could probably suck like a bitch.
Dawn said, "No way." But she was sort of shaking. Dash was grinning again, and
he took his dick out, all big and hard and stiff, and Dawn said, "Christ," and
Dash said, "Suck this." Dawn looked around, and this chick was in like no man's
land, a goddam captive, and nothing and nobody could or would do anything to
help her. Dash was just waiting, waiting and grinning at her, and Dawn had to
be thinking about that girl uptown and thinking how it could be her, and all of
us waiting and Dawn said, "Oh god, oh Jesus god," and slowly sank down onto her
knees. And Dawn thought she was going to say something, but Dash said, "Do it,"
and Dawn did it. Dash had her sucking him for about half an hour, but still he
didn't come, and at last he told her to stop. And then Dash told her to make
the rounds. Which meant Dawn had to crawl all around that room and suck every
damn guy in the place. Still with all her clothes on, she was crawling on all
fours from guy to guy and sucking all of them off.
As Dawn was doing this, Dash was torturing the third girl, Abigail.
Abigail was a luscious blonde with a curvy body and a short skirt that turned
us all on, and Dash said, "What's your name, Blondie," and she said, "Abigail,"
and Dash said, "Okay, Abigail, sorry about that, but I'm gonna have to hurt
you." And Abigail said, "Why?" and Dash said, "Because you look so damn sexy
that I can't help it. I just have to watch you in pain. It's going to turn me
on. It turns me on just thinking about it. Watching you in agony. Listening to
you scream. I'll bet you can scream good and hard. Right, Abigail?" "Oh
Christ," Abigail said, and her voice was shaking. And so was her body. "Look,
please, you don't have to do that, I'll do what you want, I will, I'll do it
all." "You bitch," Dash said. "What a cowardly bitch. I want to hurt you so bad
I can't wait." "No," Abigail said, "no please, I'll, look I'll," and Abigail
began unbuttoning her shirt. "Anything," Abigail said, gasping. "Anything at
all, please, I'll --"
And that's when Judy did it.
Judy was the fourth girl. And Judy was a goddamn knockout. Judy had long
dark hair and long lusciously curving legs and firm taut breasts and a body
that didn't quit. And also a face that was so pretty I just wanted to kiss and
kiss her. Judy had this black dress with buttons all down its front and anyway
she did what she did so I didn't get to fuck her and I wish to Christ I had,
just once anyway, right into that damn --
Anyhow, okay, Judy just came forward right into that room and did it. She
said to Abigail, "Don't, for Christ sake, don't grovel to this son of a bitch,
it's not going to do any good, they're going to do what the want to do, and
that's it. Don't give in to him, the fucking bastard."
And old Dash didn't know what the fuck was going on. "Who the goddamn
hell is this?" Dash says. And Dash looks Judy up and down, and Judy spits at
him. Just like that.
That did it. Judy was dead right at that point. I knew it right away. I
was already thinking, one less girl for us tonight. Originally four uptown
captives for us to have fun with all night long, now only three. Old April, who
was still naked and still crying, cringing in a corner; Dawn, of the sexy lips,
still crawling from guy to guy; and Abigail, if she was still usable after Dash
was through hurting her.
Ordinarily, Dash would have strung Abigail up, or spread her out, and
spent hours just torturing her, making her howl in agony and watching her
squirm and twist and beg in vain for him to stop. And if she was conscious
after that it could be loads of fun to fuck her as she moaned and shrieked
continuously with all that pain. But now Abigail might get out of it because
now Dash was staring at Judy, and he wasn't grinning this time.
Dash got up to stand in front of her. "All right, you fucking cunt," Dash
said. "What's your damn name?"
Judy says, "It's Judith. So what, you creep?"
"Judith, huh," Dash says. "Well, now, Judy, you know what I think I'm --"
And this girl says, "Not Judy. It's Judith."
"What?" Dash says, not believing this.
"I said it's Judith," she says. "Not Judy. Judith. You got that? Or is it
too damn complicated for you?"
"You dirty little bitch," Dash says. "You know what I'm gonna do with
you, Judy? I'm gonna make you my personal slave. That's right, Judy/Judith, I'm
making you my own personal property, my slave and servant and toy and
plaything. I'm gonna lay back and make you do all the shitty things I can think
of. And baby, I can think of a fuck of a lot. You'll wish you'd kept your
fucking mouth shut for good. You can start by stripping the fuck out of that
dress. Right now."
And Judy said, "Go fuck yourself."
And that was that.
That's how come Judy was hanging by her wrists. From that beam in the
ceiling. Dangling at the end of a rope around her wrists. Stark naked.
But that was nothing special. I'd seen that lots of times. Chicks hanging
so Dash could whip the shit out of them. Or burn their bodies with his cigars
and stuff. All kinds of things Dash could think of to do to a girl, and he did
it for hours.
But this was special all right. Because Dash was looking to kill Judy.
Slowly. And agonizingly. That's why Judy's legs didn't hang down, kicking and
thrashing the way Dash liked to watch. That's why Judy's legs were bent up in
back of her, almost doubled up. That's why Judy's ankles were tied together
tightly with rope, a long rope, and that's why the other end of that rope was
tied around Judy's neck. In a slip knot. So that Judy had to hold her lower
legs just as they were, tight up behind her, to avoid choking herself. That was
a taut rope too. And it dug into Judy's neck, and if Judy didn't hold those
curvy calves up high in back of her, she was about to strangle. But those
calves were straining as it was, and it was obvious that pretty soon Judy's leg
muscles would get tired. And if that happened -- and it had to happen. I knew
that. Dash knew that.
And Judy knew that.
Dash was watching, just sitting and watching. Judy was biting at her lip,
trying to stay strong, trying to hold her legs high, trying to control her
gasping, panting breath. I was watching that body. Straining tautly, with arms
pulled up high, all fucking naked. Judy's breasts. Judy's stomach. Judy's long
shapely thighs. Going to waste. Dash just sitting and watching. Judy's gasps so
loud now. Judy's calves trembling. Trying to relax.
"All right," Judy said at last. "All right. I'll do what you want. Let me
down."
"Why should I," Dash said. "I want to watch this."
"Please," Judy said finally. "I can't -- please."
"No," Dash said.
Judy's body was shaking.
"I don't want to die," Judy said.
"What's your name?" Dash said.
"Judith," Judy said.
"Too bad," Dash said.
"I -- it's Judy," she said.
"What?" Dash said.
"Judy. Judy. It's Judy."
"No," Dash said. "It's Judy Cock-sucker. Say that."
"Judy -- Judy Cock-sucker," Judy said, gasping.
"Say it again," Dash said.
"Judy Cock-sucker," Judy said. "My name is Judy Cock- sucker."
"Right," Dash said. "You want to suck my cock, Judy Cock- sucker?"
"Yes," Judy said.
"Say it," Dash said.
"I want to suck your cock," Judy said. "Please let me down, I can't --"
"Okay," Dash said. "But you gotta suck my cock, Judy. And you better make
it the best damn cock-sucking anybody ever had in all of history. Okay?"
"Yes," Judy said, frantic now. "I will, I will, I'll do it, I will please
--"
"All right," Dash says, and so two guys brought Judy down, but only
enough so she was touching the floor with her knees, arms still tightly pulled
up, but at least Judy could relax her calves a little, gasping and groaning
with that bit of relief. But not too much.
"Okay," Dash said. "Do it. Suck me off."
And Judy was trying, trying hard, but couldn't reach him, that rope
didn't give enough slack, and though Judy tried frantically, she was only
strangling with the effort.
So Dash said, "Shit, Judy, that's no good. Back up."
And they took her up again and Judy began to scream and scream, but not
for long, for she had to have air to try breathing, and Judy's legs couldn't
take that strain now and she was choking and now Judy began to beg Dash as hard
as she could, begging and strangling and choking and pleading. Judy said she
would be his slave, she said she would be his slave for life, all of her life,
and would do anything Dash told her, anything at all, and she said she was his
toy and his plaything, just as he'd said, and would only live to serve him and
give him pleasure and Dash would own her body and soul, own all of her, and
Dash could use her, hurt her, do anything to her and please, Judy said, god
please I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, anything you want, always,
anything...
Judy's muscles wouldn't work any more, her calves were sagging, Judy was
gasping for breath. And Dash told April to go to him and suck him off. April
was on hands and knees in front of him and took his dick in her mouth and Dash
sat and had April slowly suck him, sucking him slowly, slowly, as Judy was
strangling, and just as Judy made a last final horrible gurgling sound, Dash
shoot all he had down April's throat, and Dash took April's soft hair in his
hands and held April as she was until he was through and April had to swallow
it all down.
Judy hung that way all night and April and Dawn and Abigail unwillingly
contributed their soft bodies and mouths and vaginas and assholes to our
lustful pleasures. All night long...
