0 comments/ 63313 views/ 4 favorites Brutal Vernacci By: vicdamize I just got finished putting the gun cleaning supplies back in the case when the phone rang. I screwed on the silencer, stuffed it in my shoulder holster and went and picked up the phone. Hey Brutal... Can you pick up my mom from the air port? That's code for I want someone snuffed. Sure, I can do that for you. I'm not doing anything anyway. Then you better get going, or your gonna be late. That means I gotta get my ass over to Jimmy's pub and find out the details of the job from the man himself right away. I grabbed my freshly supplied Felix bag, you know how Felix had a bag of tricks... Well I have a fully stocked bag of goodies too. I locked the door and put the Felix bag in the trunk and put the dog in the wind. An hour later I was sitting in front of Victor Brunaldi and three of his faithful soldiers. He looked pissed when I walked through the door so I decided not to fuck around with Pete the knuckle Fabrizzo when I saw him standing there too. I kissed Victor on the cheek and sat down along with Pete at the table. He started right away with the details of the gig. You know Franky bag of doughnuts? Well that bitch he's married to got picked up the other day by the cops for somethin or other and she started runnin off at the mouth about who she's connected to and how her husband is an important guy and there will be hell to pay bla bla bla. Lucky for us her fuckin loud mouth rang on deaf ears because the cops she spilled to are in my pocket. I want both of em gone... Their not worth having around any more. I got you guys here because nobody knows how to teach lessons better than you. You guys ok workin together? I looked at Pete, and he answered for both of us, You don't refuse work from the boss himself. Plus if we had we'd be on the list next. Victor got up and said thank you for over looking your differences, But I think yous guys a do a great job on this one workin together. He and his crew walked out. Pete asked me if he could buy me a beer, I took this as a nice opportunity to drop the past and go on. I said yea knuckles that sounds real good. I had Franky out on a business deal that was sure to fail, ultimately ending up with a huge argument between him and one of his rival contractors. Tommy and his crew owed me a favor so I got him in on my plan. This would keep Franky busy all day and out of our way so we could spend a little quality time with that piece of ass wife of his Marie. We drove up to the bag of doughnuts estate and knocked on the door. Marie was fuckin hot.. she was almost naked when she answered the door. Pete introduced himself and this is Brutal... Victor sent us over here to help you with that police problem you had the other day, is it ok if we come in? When she closed the door behind us Pete told her we could take out whatever trash she had, but we needed her to point them out to us. If you could just get dressed we will take a little drive and this will be the last day of sunshine for a few missing cops. We took her to a fucked up old abandoned warehouse, I could tell she buying all this redemption shit hook line and well... you get the picture. Because the sight of this place should have made anyone nervous. I mean this place is really spooky, but she was under the impression that she was gonna make sure we got all of em in there, that no one had escaped her wrath, That they would all know it was her that had done this to them. Then we would take her home and the wrath of doughnuts would fall from the sky on all of them. She was gung ho and couldn't wait to get inside. I slid the big metal door open and Pete pushed her in as I secured the door behind us. The men she thought had been kidnapped were not there, all that stood in the dingy ran down room was an old desk and nothing else except my Felix bag. Till this point I hadn't said not a single word to her or Knuckles this whole time... This too was part of my plan. I reached into my pocket and pulled out some handcuffs... I turned to her and finally said, "can I get brutal on you? " The panic that ensued made my dick hard. We used some of the supplies from the Felix bag to rope her to the old desk in the middle of the large empty warehouse. So here we were in this fucked up warehouse, the floors and walls were rusty, every sound made had a reverberation throughout the room. I had to adjust my cock in my pants because it had grown to three times its normal size due to all the whimpering and sobbing vibrating off the walls and into my ears. This normally untouchable yet totally smokin broad was tied naked, ass up in the air and tits hangin on the dirty desk was proving much too hard for me to conceal my interest any more. I made my next statement of the day to her... This is what bitches with big mouths get. I reached into my Felix bag and pulled out two portable blow torches, I handed one to Pete and I set the other down on the floor in front of her face so she could keep her eye on it. I stood just about three feet from her face and pulled my pants and underwear down showing her for the first time why everyone calls me Brutal Vernacci. If I had been a foot and a half closer she would have gotten hit by it, well almost. The look in her eyes threw me over the edge. I was in the zone now, I was a rapist with a mission... To show a loud mouth bitch you don't fuck around with the delicate balance of the organization. I told her by the end of this day you will be a master at deep throat, you will get fucked in ways you never wanted to find out about, you will provide pleasure for knuckles and I, and you WILL find out why they call him knuckles. Then if your are real good and make us both very happy all day we will kill you fast. If not, we will make it last all night. With that, Pete started rummaging through the Felix bag. Its time you get acquainted with my dick... If you so much as bite, scratch or in any way displease me or my dick, we will use the blowtorches on every inch of your body before finishing you off. And make no mistake about it, you do not want to know what those torches feel like. You will not be a very attractive corpse after we use those, so do yourself a favor and try your very best to make this as pleasant experience for yourself and us. Needless to say she wouldn't stop crying. so I made her... I stuffed as much cock into her mouth as I thought she could take without choking. That did quiet her a bit, The sucking sounds echoed throughout the room causing Pete to get into the action, when he entered her from behind it pushed more of my dick into her mouth, That made her choke. It felt good having her make those convulsions she made with her throat on my dick, and Pete said she was a good little slut the way she kept squeezing his dick with her pussy muscles every time she choked, so I forced more of it down her throat. Her eyes were wide with terror and tears ran down her face as I continued her face fucking training session. Pete was a mad man, at this point he was fucking with a fury that would make a male porn star look lazy. I thought I would accommodate him by stuffing my whole cock into her throat. She screamed with eyes wide and horror showing across her face right through my dick. It felt wondrous, those fantastic sensations vibrating right up my dick to my brain. I pulled out to allow her to breath, she gasped at the air for several seconds then I started fucking her mouth again this time deeper. I looked up and saw Pete getting close to cumming so I told him, hey Pete cum on her asshole I'll use that as lube for her anal training session. She tried to resist what little she could from the throat fucking she was getting... You see she really couldn't do much about it she was placed on her knees with her ass up in the air, her legs were fastened with belts to keep her from unbending them. Her hands were tied to the legs of the desk with her chin resting on the top. At that angle her throat was perfect for deep power fucking. She wasn't able to resist at all now that I think about it, unless you count the muscles in her throat and pussy convulsing from the deep intrusions. Pete finally pulled out and slopped thick cum all over her puckered butthole. I said to Pete "Hey brother come around over here and let this expert cock sucker get that dick nice and hard for you again. I'm gonna get some of that spoiled rotten rich bitch ass. "Its a good thing Pete decided to take a breather, because he may have gotten his dick bit off from all the freaking out this bitch was doing when I started poking that ass. I refused to stop no matter how tired I was getting... I wanted to cum but not in her ass. I was gonna save it for her tummy. I was gonna make her drink it hot from the tap. I kept fuckin her asshole till she became completely docile, she finally thought the worst was over... Boy was she wrong! Pete was fucking her face, as deep as he could. When I pulled out, her butthole gaped open like a dark caves opening. There was a slurping pop sound that echoed the room when I did. My dick was covered in shit. I tore the remainders of her blouse off her shoulders and cleaned my dick off with it. I threw it on the ground so she could see it. I told her I was not pleased that she had felt it ok to take a shit all over my cock. I thought that perhaps there was something she could do to make it up to me. She begged me not to make her suck it after it had shit all over it and hadn't been properly washed off. I told her that it was clean, it just smelled a bit still. I acted insulted... Here I was doing her a favor and trying to be merciful and kind, and she shits all over me. I pretended to be pissed and I lit the torch. She started crying and I burned her bicep muscle on her arm then put the torch out. I did this so she could see it the rest of the time we were with her and now know how to gauge the amount of pain she would be in if it were to happen again. We had her attention fully now... As if we didn't before right? I said to her this time, there is still this little situation of one ungrateful bitch shitting on my dick and not apologizing for it. How are you gonna make this up to me? I WANNA KNOW! or are you done playing with us? WE CAN BE DONE PLAYING RIGHT FUCKING NOW IF YOU LIKE! I lit the torch again... She begged me to tell her what I wanted, WHAT do you want? Ill do it. Please don't hurt me. I don't feel sorry, I don't get sad, I don't waiver. Not when it comes to doing my job. I'm working for Victor Fucking Brunaldi and I'm here to teach lessons. And lessons I'm gonna teach now suck my dick bitch and don't say another fucking word or your day is going to end real bad. She started sucking and slurping. I made her take more then before, I had a handful of hair and was really pumping hard and deep... That's when I looked up at Pete who had his hand inside of my Felix bag and removed a tube of superglide. I watched him basically grease up his whole arm. I looked down into her eyes which were tearing again and said to her now it's time you find out why they call him Knuckles. Ten minutes had passed since she had experienced her first fisting and I now noticed Pete had his arm in all the way to the elbow. He looked up at me and said "STICK THAT DICK ALL THE WAY IN AND ILL JERK YOU OFF INSIDE HER. "It wasn't the statement that he was gonna jerk my dick off, But the fact that she thought it was probably true that got me off. I forced my shlong all the way into her throat, balls slapping her in the chin over and over. With big long deliberate strokes I fucked her mouth not even allowing her to breath. I didn't care any more, I needed to cum and cum I did. I reached the ultimate height of pleasure and jammed my dick down her esophagus so that my balls were squished on her chin and I kept it there until my orgasm subsided completely. I gave a few deep penetrating long strokes for good luck and removed my dick from her mouth. I took a few steps back to get my footing and I said to Pete... I think we broke her buddy she's not breathing. We got dressed and stayed with her for another forty five minutes to make sure she was really gone and locked the building up and left. Now it was time for part two of my plan. To get the bag of doughnuts. THE END Stay tuned for more from this series... next time its the continuation of this story: Franky's predicament Brutal Vernacci 'Frankys Predicament' After securing the warehouse Pete and I drove back over to the bag of doughnuts estate to tie up all the loose ends so to speak. We went in to do some house keeping, To remove all evidence of us ever being there. I've been in this business long enough to know that if you've so much as stepped foot in a place of business or residence there will be some trace of you having been there. I am going to be sure that the disappearance of the doughnut and his wife is clean where the organization is concerned, That's what I get paid for. When we were just about finished I stumbled onto a great idea. I had a way to accomplish the disappearance of Franky and help out an old acquaintance of mine. Her name is Sonja, She is probably the most deviant, resourceful and wealthy woman I've ever met. She owns a monstrous estate in France. We came to know each other some time ago when I was on an assignment for her during another business deal. Ill tell you the truth, No one has ever fucked my brains out like that lady has. She is a down right kinky bitch. She runs a castle that is filled with sex slaves and her business caters to the very wealthy and discriminating perverts in the very upper class ranks. Now to make my plan work, I will have to find a way to lose Knuckles. On our last sweep of the residence we found Franky's safe. Since he wouldn't be needing any money where he was going, I told Pete to crack it and we will split whatever we found. Franks in the shit just as deep as any of us, So it was no surprise when we found the better part of a million in cash and stolen jewels. We both reserved Victors cut and split ours between us right there in Franky's office. With the cash and both Frank and his wife missing, it would hopefully appear to the rest of the world yhat they had to disappear real quick and did so themselves on there own accord. At a job well done, I drove us back to Jimmy's Pub so Pete could get his car. Before he got out I told him I would take care of Franky on my own, That I had some really special plans for him. That it was personal and what I had planned he wanted no part of in case anyone in the organization found out. He knew when not to ask stupid questions and when to butt out. He shook my hand and said, "Its been fun hangin out with you Old buddy, I'm glad we got some of that shit out from in between us Brutal. " I quietly pondered and smiled... Its not you fuck! Yea me too. See ya, Oh hey, Ill call Victor... I told him not yet, Let me finish the job first Then Ill call him. Ok see ya. Just then my phone rang in the car, I looked at my watch and thought right on time... Yea Brutal here! whose this? It's me Franky! I've gotta bunch a shit to spill to you, you got time? Yea, where are you at? I'm on my way back from meeting with Tommy, Things didn't go so good... I think we are gonna go to war. I yelled at him, What the fuck did you do? He stammered... God dammit Franky I give you somthin simple and you fuck it up. Meet me at the junk yard I gotta dump a car. I'm gonna need a ride and some details on how to get us outta dis. Needless to say his meeting went perfect, Just how I had hoped. I parked behind one of the junk piles and went into the office. I made an Over seas call to Sonja. One of her maids answered and went to get her for me. Brutal darling... To what do I owe this pleasure? We haven't spoken in so long... Tell me dear, When do I get to finish your little lesson I started? Sonja... Do you have any room in your stables? Are you thinking of giving up all that tuff guy shit and surrendering to a true life of servitude Mr. Brunaldi? That's not exactly what I had in mind Sonja... I was wondering if you were getting bored. I'm always bored dear, What do have for me? My mouth is watering. Lets say this one will make a real nice bitch. Show no mercy, kill him or keep him, I don't care. When do you want me to send the plane? Tonight. Very well, Why don't you come along to over see the breaking of the spirit. Its sure to be a delicious experience I'm sure you will enjoy. I think Ill pass on that one, But I do think I will come and stay for a day or two. I would like to relax a bit, I never feel quite as relieved as when I leave your company. I look forward to seeing you. I must go now your package has arrived. I stayed seated at the desk as Franky walked in. I picked up the phone and called my daytime employee, I want the car in front of my office crushed in the morning... Got that? You got it boss. Cool, Ill leave an envelope in the desk for you. I hung up and turned toward Frank. He had this funny look in his eyes. I think he just about had it figured out by now. I didn't see a car Brutal... I don't have it here yet Frank, Lets take a ride I could use some help with this one. Leave your car here, Ill take mine. I'm meeting these guys at an old abandoned warehouse and none of em are coming out if you get my drift. I called a meeting with Tommy and his crew and we are gonna squash this thing that went wrong tonight. Why wait for the war to come to you right? Oh thank you Brutal... I knew I could count on you. We got to the warehouse and I opened up the door at the rear entrance. We walked in and around the corner and that's when he saw his cum splattered, lifeless, bound and naked wife. YOU MOTHER FUCKER! he turned just in time to get his face bashed in by my fist wrapped around my nine millimeter. I continued bashing his face and head until he was out. When he woke he was more pissed then before but he was tied hog tie fashion and I was sitting on a bucket in front of him smoking a cigarette. After three or four minutes of cussing and yelling he calmed to a low snivel and whimpering. I finished my smoke and calmly said "you know why they call me Brutal don't you? " He saw all the gear from my felix bag spread out in front of him. He immediately started crying real hard. I had so much fun with your wife I think I broke her before you had lunch today. Don't worry... she went out better then you will. He started crying so loud I had to hit him again. Please don't do this! Ill do anything, I have money. I wont ever tell anyone you let me go. Please let me go. Ill never come around again, Ill vanish, I promise. I know you will Frank, Its what I got paid for. I injected him with a strong sedative that would keep him docile for the remainder of our time together and loaded him into a crate and nailed it shut. I put his belated wife in a crate too and loaded them into a bobtail truck with a forklift that I had delivered along with the crates while we were on cleanup duty at the doughnut estate. I looked at my watch, It was two in the morning just as the last crate was loaded onto the plane. I needed some shut eye and I could now rest for the remainder of this evening. I was greeted by an astounding looking female servant wearing all leather. She escorted me to a limo and she did the driving. I glanced at my watch again and it was almost 3:30 pm, Damn did I sleep that long? I made myself a drink to wash away that bad morning breath. We pulled into the gates at Sonja's castle and I have to admit, I was feeling a little tingly. I don't know if it was my brain or my dick that was excited to see her. I do know this, both were gonna get fucked before my two day excursion was over. I was greeted at the door by a butler who had me escorted to a large room were I was able to shower and change for lunch with Sonja. While we were eating a female slave was wheeled into the room strapped to gurney. Just then Sonja raised her wine glass and toasted me. I want you to take this virgin slave into womanhood. I looked to Sonja and told her this is why I continue doing so much business with you. I was approached by a very voluptuous scantly dressed servant who wrapped her hands around my arm and brought me to me feet. She fell to her knees, unbuckled my pants and pulled my huge member into view. Sonja said this is why I continue to have you as my guest in my home. I have never met anyone slave or master who has a cock that gorgeous. The servant took my cock into her mouth expertly. On the first stroke she made it disappear, slurping and slobbering all over it. This little lady was trying to make me cum in her mouth. She sucked with an enthusiasm that I have never experienced. I think Sonja noticed this and she snapped her fingers and the girl whimpered and stopped. She pulled off my dick with a loud plop. My dick was dripping with saliva. She took my cock by the base and aimed me toward the virgin slave, The slave started screaming through her gag, eyes wide and I plunged it into her. After ten minutes or so the screaming turned to whaling of passion, muffled by the gag of course but none the less. Suddenly I felt a gush of fluid on my cock, creamy cum from the slave and I lost it I pulled my cock out and slapped it on her wet pussy and shot volley after volley of thick hot cum covering her bald pussy in man juice. I was out of breath and just as I sat down in my chair the room broke into clapping of admiration. I heard some sounds coming from the other end of the room and turned to see a bruised and shaved leather clad bound and beaten bag of doughnuts being pushed toward the spread legs of my freshly cum splattered sex slaves pussy. Two large male enforcers had the bag of shit by leashes. One had him by a collar on his neck, the other by the balls on a leash. One would pull him forward, the other back, while he crawled on his knees. They reached the gurney and the lead enforcer picked a hood from the little table attached the gurney and slipped it over bag of shits head. He laced it up tight and grabbed the chrome ring handle that was sewn into the top of the hood and pushed his uncovered mouth right into the mess I made all over her bald pussy. At first he screamed into her wet pussy making cum bubbles... then the rear enforcer pulled real hard at the leash stretching the bag of shits ball sack to the limit and he began lapping it all up. I was kinda freaked out... I should have killed him. This was worse than even I was capable of doing to him. Sonja got up and walked over to the gurney and began strapping on a dildo that was ribbed with huge veins all over it. I was getting kinda turned off by all this and I was starting to get up to leave but that voluptuous servant came back over to me and pushed me back into my chair and dropped her mouth back onto my cock. I was getting another one of those fan-fucking-tastic deep throat blowjobs again and I now was willing to watch any perverted act of kink Sonja could conjure up. So here I was with my dick in some beautiful ladies mouth whom I didn't even know and I was watching a dead man to be get his ass fucked by the kinkiest bitch in hell or on earth. I truly felt sorry for Franky But right now all I was able to concentrate on my dick being swallowed up by this cum slave. Sonja was working out some kind of pent up aggression and she was using the bag of shits ass for a punching bag. As for me, this little slut was not giving up without a fight. She was working her throat like one of those oil pumping rigs in fast forward. I felt if I didn't give her a messy reward she was gonna rub the skin off my cock. I grabbed her head with both hands, fisted a good handful of hair in each and proceeded to blast a cumload right down this sluts throat. When I was finished I released her and she came up smacking her lips with her tongue. Sonja must have heard me grunting because she stopped and pulled her strapped on cock from her victim and said to her servant. "Don't you have something to say to Mr. Vernacci?" She finished licking her lips and swallowed and said thank you for lunch Mr. Vernacci. I had to finish waiting for my erection to go down so I could get it back in my pants. I got up and pulled my zipper up and said, "I always love doing lunch with you Misstress Sonja" Just then the two enforcers had produced a pair of large rowing ores... Sonja dropped her cock on the ground and said its gonna get kinda noisy in here lets find some place quieter to visit. To be continued... Stay tuned for part three "life as a bag of shit"