Ok, now I’m in trouble…_(1)

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He back-handed me again. The force threw me onto the floor, my short skirt riding up over my hips. I pulled it down instinctively while the guys laughed at my exposed sex. I opened my mouth but was viciously interrupted.

“Bitch, I told you to shut up!” I crawled over to a post and tried to shrink into the shadows.

His hand came up again, and I held my tongue. Ok, so he was going to let yet another one of his gang members have their way with me. Whatever.

I knew when I started dating Johnny that this was likely to happen. He was a major distributor of pot, pills, meth and guns throughout Chicago and much of the Midwest. He was a puny specimen of a man, and I’m not just talking about his height. But power is sexy and he definitely was the alpha male of his group. I think most of them just feared him. There wasn’t a lot of respect for Johnny. But you NEVER wanted to cross him personally or in a business deal. You’d end up dead and your pieces would be scattered all over the bottom of Lake Michigan in nothing flat.

I really didn’t like him that much, but he and his cronies used to show up at the strip club where I worked several times a week. Who knows how many business deals were put together in the back rooms filled with coke, drunken girls of his entourage and dancers? All I know is that I worked him out of a small fortune every time he came into the place. Many times I earned my whole rent payment on the last day of the month due to his visit. I think he liked me ’cause I was one of the few women at the club who was actually shorter than he was and he wasn’t reminded of his ‘shortcomings’ with me. I made him feel like a big man. But I digress.

“So tell me about your new friend”, I asked while dabbing my cut lip with a handkerchief from my purse.

“There’s nothing you need to know. Just show him a good time because he’s expecting it. And don’t fuck this up. He has huge connections in New Orleans and I need to get into his distribution chain. Understand? Whatever he wants – you let him have it!”

Johnny’s cohorts all laughed. They knew there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do. I’d had them all – sometimes all at the same time. They’d get drunk, high or fucked up on meth and then throw down a mattress in the middle of the warehouse and attack me. I learned to just go with it even when I had three of them in me at once. I’d been a gymnast for decades and the guys reveled in finding new and entertaining ways to access my body while contorted into all kinds of kinky poses. Lucky for me most of the guys were hung like fleas, with Johnny at the bottom of the heap. I always tried to save my ass for him. I thought it was cute that he thought I was ‘saving it for my master’. I was just trying to avoid Big Mike. He’d gotten the privilege of my ass once. Ouch.

I heard the freight elevator start up which probably meant this new dude was on his way up for a piece of me. I was expecting to hear the rustle of the mattress being brought out but what I heard was scraping of something heavy being dragged across the warehouse’s turn-of-the-century wooden plank flooring.

“God damn it Billy,” I thought as I looked at the contraption in front of me. It was a wooden crate maybe two and a half feet on a side. The top had a pillow hastily strapped to it with a few old belts. He was the most creative of Johnny’s gang and the one most likely to ‘slip’ uninvited into my tender behind. On the front and back sides were iron rings sticking out from the corners. There were handcuffs attached to all four of them. The free ends were open. Uh oh…

When the elevator stopped Johnny drew his gun and walked over to the gate and punched the release, letting it slowly rise. Several other goons took aim at the elevator just in case.

The Orleans contact stepped out and my heart sank. “No no no!” I wailed silently. How could this be? My stomach churned as I fought to remain in control. The guy was huge!

Johnny shook Orleans’ hand and brought him over to me. He looked at Mr. O and said “I liked your ride tonight. What the hell is that thing?”

“Thanks. I like something out of the ordinary. It’s a BMW R1200C. They only made them a few years. Looks like cruiser, but goes and handles way better. Especially with the mods I’ve made.”

“Nice,” Johnny said. “But I bet my ride is more fun.” He looked at his goons and cocked his head in my direction. “Right?” Everybody laughed. Except me.

Without warning two of Johnny’s thugs scooped me up and while I struggled they had no trouble forcing me down on the top of the box and securing my wrists with the cuffs. My ass was dangling seductively on the edge of the crate. They roughly spread my legs to the corners of the box and then used the other two cuffs to bind my feet. I struggled against the restraints until I realized that wiggling my naked ass in front of a bunch of horny men was probably not the best idea. I heard the unmistakable sound of belts unbuckling and zippers being yanked down. I looked over my shoulder and sure enough there were pants hitting the floor all over the warehouse.

Let the games begin, I guess. I resigned myself to a few hours of abuse of my body. First up was Todd, a fat, smelly turd of a man. “Batter Up,” he yelled. I actually didn’t mind him going first as he never lasted more than a few seconds, and I wouldn’t have to deal with his rancid breath or BO for the rest of the night.