1 comments/ 86556 views/ 23 favorites The Young Don's Whores Ch. 01 By: AStropirate Introduction The thunder rolled across the sky as the large funeral procession snaked its way to the vacant grave to receive the cemetery's latest resident. Frank Tierney was an Irish immigrant's son. He was born in Leeds, Yorkshire in England. As a young man became involved in organised crime. Eventually he rose in the ranks of the crime syndicate's hierarchy and eventually after some twenty-five years became head of the organisation. His organisation controlled much of the gambling, prostitution and general racketeering in the North Midlands. Frank had been so careful and calculating that no crime could ever be traced back to him. All his legitimate enterprises were just fronts for his criminal organisation. He likened himself to a Godfather and had done many favours for ordinary people. This kept a strong sense of loyalty to him. He became known as the Godfather or the Don of the North East. The authorities, though, could prove nothing. Now he was dead at fifty-seven. Cancer had done what rival gangs had failed to do. As the coffin was lowered into the grave and the Priest, Father Joe Millea gave the final prayers, his son, Paul stood at the grave. Beside him was his Father's common law wife, Anne Carter. She was only thirty-eight. She had worked in one of Frank's casinos. Frank was smitten by her and he installed her as the new mistress of his house. Frank's wife, Mary, had left him many years ago for another man and when he threatened to have them killed, they both fled to America. Paul never accepted Anne as his stepmother. Indeed, he was only ten years her junior. Although in public, Paul treated her with compassion and understanding at the funeral, Anne knew she was in trouble. When she moved in with Frank five years ago, her family disowned her. Frank's death was so sudden that he had not time to rewrite his will and everything he had passed on to Paul. It was even rumoured that Paul had poisoned his father in order to control the organisation. He was known to be ruthless, even more than his father. She was literally penniless and possibly homeless too. Paul had a prominent part in his father's crime empire. He had built his own network within it. So much so that as soon as his father died, he moved to have himself installed as the new Don. This was done most effectively, usually by coercion or blackmail and sometimes, violence. Like his father, none of it could be traced to him. He had exercised his power in the organisation, now he would do the same in his home too. Part 1 Subjection of Anne Carter On the night of the funeral, Paul and Anne sat silently in the huge living room. Anne nervously broke the silence. "Can I do anything for you?" Paul's response shocked her. "Yeah. Get naked." She rose in anger. "You can't speak to me like..." She didn't get to finish the sentence because Paul sprang at her and drove a fist into her slim stomach and before she could counter, he back handed her, making her crash onto the sofa. Paul grabbed Anne's hair and she yelled in pain. "Please Paul, don't do this. Please." "Are you going to obey me?" The frightened woman nodded. "I didn't hear you." "Yes," screamed Anne. Paul released her hair. "Now get up and get your clothes off." Anne slowly rose and for a second stopped, hoping in vain for a reprieve. It never came. She hesitantly undressed. Removing her woollen polo neck and jeans revealed her plain white bra and matching knickers. She stopped. "Keep going," yelled Paul. Anne knew she had no choice. The staff would have heard her cries but they knew better than to interfere with Paul. When she stood naked before him, Anne instinctively covered her breasts and pussy. "Put your hands down by your sides. You're mine now and you'll hide nothing from me." His anger chilled Anne to the bone. She obeyed and Paul walked around his stepmother is if inspecting a piece of property. Suddenly he grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees. Unzipping his pants and extracting his huge hardened cock, he forced Anne to receive it in her mouth. She was astonished at its size. "Start sucking, you bitch." He pushed her head back and forth and eventually Anne developed the rhythm. "That's it bitch. Keep it up." "Mmmm," was all Anne could utter as the speed of her rhythm increased. "Aaaargh, You are a good cock sucker." Paul's cum exploded in Anne's mouth and she tried to spit it out, Paul however, held her head back, making her swallow or suffocate. "You'll swallow everything, you bitch, and never try to spit it out again or I'll beat you to pulp." Anne knew Paul well enough to know that he meant what he said. "Now it's time to get a few things straight. You'll wear only skirts or dresses. I've ordered sexy underwear for you. I ditched your plain stuff." Anne lost control. "You invaded my privacy?" It was a mistake. Paul leapt at her and backhanded her and she crashed to the ground. Grabbing her long black hair he yelled at her. "Never, ever, answer me back, bitch. Do you hear me?" "Yes," screamed a terrified Anne. "Good. Now first of all, get to the bathroom and shave that pussy bare. Then get dressed in the new clothes I've ordered. From now on I'll fuck you whenever I please. Now get out of my sight. I've got work to do." A naked Anne ran from the room up to her bedroom. She searched her wardrobe and found her jeans and slacks were gone and replaced by dresses and short skirts. She searched her underwear drawer and found only skimpy thongs and low cut revealing bras, as well as some garter belts and stockings. Anne looked out from the window of her bedroom. The house was a fortress, with a nine foot wall and one gate, guarded day and night by Paul's minders. There was no escape from here. Her home had just become her prison. She wept bitterly as her parents' warning came back to haunt her."There would be no escape from the clutches of these people." Anne reluctantly chose one of the sexy low cut black bras and a matching thong before settling on a blue dress. She went downstairs to join Paul in the living room. "Now, that's more like it. I've got work to do in the study. I'll see you later." Anne sat in silence in the living room for over an hour. Paul opened the door and without a word signalled Anne to follow him. She did as ordered and Paul led her to her own bedroom. "What are we doing in my bedroom?" "Correction. Our bedroom." From now on we have sex and sleep together." "Please Paul. This isn't right." Anne got nothing else said because a backhand slap made her crash onto the bed. Paul's large hands surrounded her throat and neck. "Now, I won't tell you again. Never argue with me. Clear?" The terrified woman nodded. "Now get up and strip naked for bed." Anne began to cry as she unzipped her dress and allow it to fall to the ground, revealing her sexy black underwear. "Wow. You look good. I can see why the old man kept you." Anne suddenly became shy and tried to cover herself. "Ah, ah. Get the rest off, or else." Paul's last words were enough for Anne. She unsnapped her bra and dropped it to the floor and eased her thong down revealing her freshly shaved pussy. A humiliated and naked Anne stood before her stepson. For the first time Paul seemed to be in awe of his stepmother's naked beauty. Her luscious breasts, her slim waist, her long slender legs and shaven pussy made him hard like never before. Paul undressed rapidly and forced his stepmother on to the bed. Paul mounted Anne and began to kiss her luscious lips. She attempted to resist but he tugged her long black hair viciously making her submit. He continued down to her neck and onto her enormous firm breasts. His licking of her nipples made Anne groan reluctantly. She knew this was wrong but she was powerless. She had struggled with her stepson and the servants did not intervene. They all knew better than to do that. That was why Anne finally submitted. Paul sucked her right and left nipple periodically and began to tongue down her firm, trim waist, making Anne moan in response. "Ohhh my God," she exhaled. Paul continued until he worked his way to his stepmother's shaven pussy. He began to lick and then suck her pussy with great relish. Anne reacted with lustful enthusiasm and screaming cries of "Yes, oh yes," several times. He halted and inserted his hardened cock, rhythmically pounding her. Far from being angered, Anne, on the contrary, was developing her own rhythm and welcomed her initially unwanted "lover" by screaming "Keep going, Paul. Keep going." She repeated this several times. As Paul drove his cock in and out, Anne moved her body in a matching rhythm. She also placed her hands on Paul's hips as if to guide his actions. They both became consumed in their lust. They both moaned and screamed in orgasm together Anne's love juices flowed and she climaxed. At the same time Paul's cum erupted inside her body, leaving both of them breathless. "That was good, bitch. But you will be even better from now on. Your sole purpose is to please me. Do that and we'll get on fine." With that, Paul turned on his side and gradually fell asleep. Anne wept silently and quite simply cried herself to sleep. She didn't know it yet, but Anne Carter was simply the beginning for Paul. Soon whether or not they liked it, the owners of the businesses "protected" by Paul's "Company" would have to surrender their wives, daughters or employees as part payment for their "Protection", for the Don's pleasure, of course. This was the beginning of the young Don's sexual reign of terror. Part 2 The young Don begins "Recruiting" After a weekend of fucking his new sex slave stepmother, Paul remarked jokingly to one of his minders, Dave Slater, how refreshed he felt, as he entered his study to look over the reports his head of rackets, Frank Talbot, had brought him, that Monday morning. It was a list of the fifty stores in the main shopping complex of the city, all of which were "protected" by Paul's firm. Suddenly, something caught his eye. "What's this?" he asked Frank Talbot, pointing to an entry marked "BW, -two thousand pounds." "Oh, that's Barbara Weston. She owns the Weston & Weston boutique in the centre. She said she could only pay the three thousand pounds this week." "Bring her in here now." "But," Frank's voice tailed off as Paul stared at him, narrowing his eyes. "Ok, Boss," he responded meekly. Barbara Weston was talking to one of her staff as the two tall men, neatly dressed in grey suits walked in. Barbara knew this was trouble. "May I help you gentlemen?" "Mrs. Weston, you had better come with us. Mr. Tierney wishes to have a little chat." The name sent a shiver down her spine, but she tried to be brave. "Look, if it's the money, I'll make it up at the end of the month. "I'm afraid that's not the way the boss operates. Please don't make us force you to come with us." "Give me a moment to speak with my assistant." There was a silent nod. "Debbie, you'll have to lock up for me. Something's come up and I have to go out." "Sure Mrs. Weston. What is it? Who are those guys?" "Domestic problems dear. Don't worry about it." With that Barbara was ushered into the back seat of a black Mercedes and taken to the home of Paul Tierney, which was only a twenty minute drive. Barbara was led into the hallway of the magnificent mansion that was Paul Tierney's home. Anne looked on helplessly from the landing as she observed the terrified woman, here for what she guessed, would be a terrible punishment. The double doors to Paul's study opened and she was silently beckoned in by Frank Talbot, who at that same moment, withdrew, leaving her with Paul and her two companions who had brought her. Paul looked busy looking through some papers as Barbara began to speak. "Look, Mr. Tierney..." Something in his stare prevented her from going any further as he raised his hand in silence. A chilled feeling gripped her. "You owe me two thousand pounds." "I know that, Mr. Tierney. The business is a little slack at the moment but I promise I will pay you. Please, I just need more time." "There is a penalty for late payers. Let me see," Paul pretended to calculate. "Two thousand pounds plus interest and the original sum come to nine thousand pounds." "What?" yelled Barbra in an astonished tone. "You can't do this. I'd never make the payments no matter how good business is." Paul got up from his desk and walked in front of her, admiring her beautiful form. Although she was forty-two, Barbara Weston was still an attractive woman. Her blonde hair was cut back. Her white blouse failed to hide outline of her medium breasts. Her blue skirt and knee high, black leather boots complemented her figure. Even her black, square rimmed glasses seemed to do something for her. "I'm afraid you'll have to work it off." "How?" she asked in an uneasy tone. "Strip," he responded. For a second, Barbara was stunned. Then in a furious tone she yelled, "Go and fuck yourself," and headed for the door. A nod from Paul signalled to the two men to stop her and then they began to undress her violently. "Stop it. Get off me," she screamed as the men struggled at their task. Suddenly, what felt like a jolt of electricity stabbed her back and she was subdued. She was held up, totally naked, by the two men. Paul studied with satisfaction, the hardening of her nipples and the full bush of her pussy. "You maniac. I'll go to the police." Another nod from Paul and the two men dragged her to a large basin of water. They forcefully submerged her head. "Gulp," was the last thing was heard from her for several seconds. When they allowed her up, Barbara desperately gasped for air before she was submerged again. Once again she was released and this time Paul spoke. "You'll learn that it is unwise to try and defy me." He nodded again and she was submerged for a third time. This time it was a little longer and when she was released, coughing and spluttering, she begged him. "I'll do whatever you want. Please," she screamed. "Oh, I know you will," came Paul's sarcastic reply. "Please, Mr. Tierney, I'll get the money from my husband." "Georgie boy?" (Referring to George Weston, Barbara's husband). "He owes me more than you do." "What do you mean?" asked the startled woman. "His gambling debt in my casino. I already have several markers for his car, boat and house." "The house?" "Ah, he didn't tell you then?" Barbara shook her head silently, in total disbelief. Again, Paul signalled and one of the men dragged her up by her hair, making her stand. Paul seemed to survey her nude body. "Well, Eddie. What do you think? Do you think you can use her?" as he turned to the second man. Eddie came forward gave a brief look. "Sure boss. She's not bad looking. Some of the punters like them older." "Punters? What are you talking about?" asked Barbara nervously. "One of my businesses is an escort agency with a certain clientele. They pay well and expect the full works. You can turn two or three tricks a day. You'll have you and your husband's debt paid in no time," he sniggered. "You want me to whore?" "I don't think you have any choice in the matter." Barbara knew she was beaten. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, subdued. "Well, first off, I want to see that you're up to the mark. Take her to the room," came the firm order, and she was marched, naked, to an upstairs bedroom and thrown on the bed. "Wait here. The boss will be with you in a few moments," said Eddie, leaving the room and closing the door. Tears rolled down Barbara's eyes as she tried to contemplate how it came to this. A few hours ago she was a happily married woman with her own business, a loving husband, fine house and good future. Now she was the whore of some hoodlum. "How could this be happening?" Her train of thought was broken by the opening of the room door and the appearance of Paul Tierney in a silk robe. Barbara suddenly became afraid and moved further up the bed, in a vain hope of somehow avoiding the inevitable physical encounter between them. With no escape in sight, Barbara Weston submitted to her fate as Paul discarded his robe and mounted his prey. She was greatly surprised by the sheer gentleness of his actions. His kissing was passionate, something she had missed in her marriage. He began to work down her body with his lips, halting at her breasts and his mouth gently engulfed her right breast, sucking and licking in equal measure, and despite herself, the tingling sensation on her nipples made her moan with satisfaction. He worked down her slim body to her pussy and began to eat it with enormous relish, making Barbara scream "Oh my God," several times, as if she was encouraging a lover. Finally, he pushed his hardened cock deep inside and began, slowly at first, to pound her, building up speed with each stroke. Barbara became consumed with lust and her own bodily movements corresponded with Paul's rhythm. Both of them began to breath deeper and deeper. They moaned as they neared climax. "Come on, you bastard. Come on," yelled Barbara, totally forgetting herself, as she felt her orgasm beginning to build. "Oh, fuck. Oh fuck," screamed Paul as his climax grew and grew. Finally, they both climaxed in volcanic proportions as Paul's enormous hot cum entered her, and her own juices flowed wildly, gave a cry of exhilaration and joy. Paul too yelled out with pleasure. "Aaargh," and for a moment, forgot himself. Having regained his composure, he spoke."You'll do. Get cleaned up. The shower is in there," pointing to the door at the end of the room. "You've got work to do tonight," and with that he unceremoniously got out of bed, put on his robe and left the room. Barbara sat up on the bed, stunned. Once again, she contemplated how this could have happened and finally forced herself towards the shower. As the jets of hot water struck her, Barbara washed herself with extra intensity, hoping somehow the violation of her body would be washed away. As she came out of the shower, wrapped in a large bath towel, the door of the room opened and Eddie entered and placed some clothes on the bed. "Put these on and come down when you're dressed," he ordered, and left the room. Barbara was shocked as she examined the clothes. The bra was a red, see through and low cut. The thong was worse. It barely covered her pussy and left her arse cheeks exposed. The one piece glitter dress was very short. Her upper thighs were exposed, and the low cut in front, revealed her cleavage, something she never did in her life. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. "My God. I look like a tart," she thought, guiltily, try to hold the tears back. When she arrived downstairs, Paul and Eddie were waiting. "Eddie will take you to the casino. He'll introduce you to your client. Remember, do this right; both your and your precious husband's lives depend on it." His words sent a shiver down her spine. Part 3 Barbara Goes to Work. Barbara was once again ushered into the Mercedes and after a half an hour arrived at the casino. During the drive Eddie explained what was expected. "Now listen up. Mr. Clarkson is a very important friend of the boss. As a reward for 'Services rendered', he promised him a female companion for the night. You're just the sort he's looking for, mature and we both saw, beautiful. You'll do everything he wants, and I mean everything." Inside the casino Barbara was led to one of the roulette tables and Eddie called out. "Mr. Clarkson?" A small, overweight, balding man swung round. "Oh, hallo Eddie," shaking the man's hand. The Young Don's Whores Ch. 01 "A present from the boss," looking at Barbara, with a sarcastic grin. "Wow, Paul doesn't disappoint. What's your name, sweet cheeks?" "Barbara," responded the downcast woman. Clarkson put his hand to her chin and turned her head up . "Hey, cheer up Babs. We'll have a good time." "Excuse us for a moment," said Eddie, as he dragged her a short distance from him. "Now you listen to me, you stupid bitch. Cheer up. At least act happy. Remember, if don't do this right, there'll be consequences beyond what you and your lousy husband could think off. You keep him happy, you'll keep the boss happy. Keep boss happy, you'll keep me happy. Like the boss, I don't like disappointment and I punish severely. Now get over there and get to work." She went over and stood beside Clarkson. He put his arm around her. "I'm on a roll Babs," and she felt his hand slip under her dress and squeezed the cheek of her arse as his winning number was called, making her jump. "Yes, you've brought me some fresh luck, Babs, " he said laughing. Complying with her orders, Barbara Weston made a forced smile and reluctantly kissed her new companion on his bald patch. "We're going to have a good time Babs, I know it," repeated her client, with a grin. After about three hours, Clarkson had won several thousand pounds. "Well. It's been a great night," said Clarkson as he got up. "Come on sweet cheeks, time for some late night fun," and stuffed several large notes between her breasts, heading for his suite, followed by Barbara, dreading every moment of what was to come. When they got to his suite, Clarkson immediately removed his jacket and flung it over a chair. Undoing his tie, he turned to Barbara and said, "Brandy?" She shook her head. "You should. It'll make you relax," he said with a sly grin, handing her the glass. Barbara reluctantly took it and downed it in one swallow. Clarkson did the same. "Boy, you are eager, aren't you?" he said with his now familiar smile. Nothing could be further from the truth. Barbara contemplated making a break for the door, but Eddie's words of warning came back to haunt her and she simply waited to see what would happen next. She didn't have long to wait as Clarkson moved forward and kissed her lips. It seemed that the taste of the brandy on his lips and the drink she took made her less nervous because when Clarkson put his hand behind her back pulling the zipper, she simply allowed the dress to fall to the ground, exposing her sexy underwear and smooth legs; it was something she had never done for her husband, let alone this pervert. But she knew she had no choice. "Wow, nice tits," he yelled excitedly, ripping the bra from her body, and pushing her onto the bed before she could cover them. He quickly stripped and went down on top of her in a fury of lust. In contrast to her encounter with Paul Tierney, this man was rough and simply used brute force to control her. Barbara could feel goose pimples appear as he moved down her body. Although she was disgusted with this man ravishing her, Barbara could not help but feel aroused as he sucked and licked her breasts. She wanted to moan but managed to subdue it with effort. Eventually though, as Clarkson drilled between her pussy lips with his tongue, she could no longer contain her enforced pleasure and moaned with joy. His rough movement had made her wet. Barbara felt her juices beginning to gather. Then suddenly Clarkson withdrew his tongue, much to her disappointment. He replaced it with his large, hardened cock. His rhythm was initially slow and accelerated at every stroke. Barbara's body reacted instinctively and matched his rhythm. They both gradually became lost in their lust. Barbara no longer cared that her body was being ravished. All she knew was that she was enjoying it. "Oh fuck, more, more, keep going, please, keep going" she begged , with each breath. Clarkson exhaled a moan of satisfaction. His pumping of Barbara's pussy made him sweat heavily and his breathing became heavier with each stroke. Clarkson came just as Barbara's orgasm erupted, sending them both into a euphoric stupor of sexual joy. Both Barbara and Clarkson remained still for several moments gathering their breaths. Then Clarkson spoke. "Well Babs, you're a good fuck. I told you we'd have a good time. Well, it's time to go," and he slapped her on her bare arse in a gesture that was a clear signal for her to leave. A humiliated Barbara dressed and left the room. She was on the verge of crying when she saw Eddie waiting for her in the hallway. He came towards her. "Where's the money he gave you?" She had forgotten about it. "In my purse," she replied. "Wow, five hundred pounds. He must have been feeling generous. It'll do for starters. At this rate you wont be long in paying what you owe." Eddie led her to the waiting Mercedes and they both got in. After a short drive to the Tierney mansion, Eddie led Barbara to Tierney's study. Although it was after three in the morning, Tierney was sitting at his desk. "You did well tonight, Barbara. Here are your clothes, get changed." "Where can I change?" "Right here," he responded with a grin. "You pervert." Paul rose up and grabbed Barbara by her hair. "As I told someone else tonight. It's not wise to cross me," and with that tore the dress from her body, revealing her braless breasts. Likewise, he ripped her thong and forced her to her knees. He yanked her head up. "Take my dick out and suck it, bitch." "Please. No!" "Do it, you whore or I'll beat the crap out of you." A terrified Barbara undid the zipper of his pants and extracted the huge hardened organ. Tierney drove it into her mouth and when it hit the back of her throat, Barbara thought she was going to choke. Tierney gave a discreet nod and suddenly Barbara felt hands, presumably Eddie's, move her into doggy style position and another hardened cock was drilled into her arse. Exhausted as she was, Barbara's head was bobbed in and out at regular intervals and at the same time her arse was pounded at a ferocious pace. All that could be heard from the poor woman was the occasional "uugh". This wasn't Barbara's first oral experience, but it was difficult because of the sheer size of the organ and it was compounded by another huge one ramming her rear. A threesome was certainly new to her. Barbara could feel Tierney was close to cumming. At the crucial moment though, he withdrew and placing his cock between her breasts, he squeezed them hard, making Barbara yell with pain. His cum sprayed over her breasts, just as he intended and at the same time Eddie's cum exploded inside her. They both yelled a scream of sexual pleasure after releasing their loads. Barbara fell on her side, totally exhausted. Tierney looked up and saw the door to his study slightly ajar and the image of his stepmother spying on him. When she realised he'd seen her, Anne tried to run but Paul was too fast and caught her at the foot of the stairs. Yanking her hair back, he dragged her into the study. "You bitch. I'll teach you to spy on me." The terrified woman screamed. "Please Paul, don't hurt me. I'll do anything, I swear. Please!" she begged. Paul looked down at the exhausted Barbara Weston. "Well, Barbara dear, it looks like you're in for a little treat. Turn her over on her back, " he ordered. Barbara was so exhausted, both physically and mentally, that she neither comprehended or cared about what he meant. Eddie duly obliged. "She needs to be cleaned up. Lick her clean," he said to his stepmother and tore the thin dressing gown from her, revealing beautiful, naked body to all of them. Anne was shocked. She had never done anything like this. She was straight. She thought of refusing but fear of a beating from her stepson made her think again. Anne went down gently on the cum covered stranger and began to slowly lick. First around her nipples in a circular movement and expanded the circle with every complete circle, eventually clearing both breasts. Barbara, meanwhile, exhausted though she was, felt a certain renewal of strength and excitement at this woman's gentle caressing of her breasts and could not help releasing a moan of pleasure. "Oh my God," she repeated several times. Anne thought she was finished when the cum was gone but Paul yelled at her. "Don't stop now, you stupid bitch. Get down there and eat her pussy." Eddie pulled him aside and whispered something to him. "That's a good idea, Eddie. Ok. Change of plan. Get into a sixty-nine and eat each other." Anne complied obediently and eased her pussy over Barbara's mouth and with the same gentleness began licking and sucking this woman's pussy, parting her lips and entering deeply with her tongue, much to Barbra's Sapphic delight as a muffled moan could be heard. For both women, this was a new experience. They frantically ate, sucked and licked, like long lost lovers. Paul and Eddie could see the delight of both women. Indeed, it made them both hard. Suddenly Anne felt hands grip her bare hips, but she was so absorbed in her love making that she refused to stop, even when Eddie's huge rod entered her arse and began to pound her hard. At the same time, Barbara could feel her legs being lifted and Paul drove his cock deep inside her, with the same ferocious pounding. All four of them became consumed in their lust. Both Barbara and Anne climaxed together, making them scream with sheer ecstatic sexual joy. It was almost a shock to both them when hot cum exploded inside both of them almost at the same time. A huge cry of "Aaaargh" echoed the study as they all screamed in unison. For a few moments they all remained still, catching their breath and recollecting their thoughts. Paul got up and spoke first. "Eddie, you better see she gets back to her car," referring to Barbara Weston. "You'll do, Barbara dear. I can see you'll fit in here very nicely." He said this with a sarcastic grin. He turned to his stepmother. "I'll talk to you later. Now get out of here." Anne, with a dread of what was to come, fled naked up to her room, threw herself on the bed and wept. When she had dressed in her work uniform Eddie drove Barbara to where her car was parked, just around the corner from her boutique. It was already daylight as she approached the car and she suddenly realised she had not slept for more than twenty hours. She was too tired to drive, so she went to the boutique fell soundly asleep in her office chair. Her slumber was short lived however because a low voice called out to her "Mrs. Weston, Mrs. Weston, are you ok?" As she slowly woke, the voice became louder and clearer. It was Debbie Morgan, her assistant. "What? Oh Debbie. Yes, yes, I'm ok. Thank you." "My God. I thought you were dead. What happened?" Initially Barbara thought she had had a nightmare until she tried to move and felt sore and sticky. It had been far from being a nightmare. It had been real enough. Debbie in panic repeated her question. "Oh Debbie. I can't tell you anything. You would be in great danger." With that she broke down in tears. Debbie offered her shoulder and tried to calm the distressed woman. "Let me get you something." "Just a coffee, please." Debbie returned and Barbara slowly drank it down. "You're some sort of trouble and those men who were here yesterday were part of it. My advice is to go to the police, Mrs. Weston." "Oh Debbie, I would. Believe me I would but there is more at stake than you could ever imagine." "Mrs. Weston, you look like you could do with some rest. Why don't you go home? I can handle things here." "Are you sure?" "Of course." "You're a great help Debbie. Thank you. Oh and Debbie, please, not a word to the others." "Sure." When Barbara drove away, Debbie went back to the office and dialled a number. "It's me. We may have a break," and replaced the receiver. Barbara Weston drove up the drive to her secluded home. She observed her husband's car in its spot. George came towards her and wrapped his arms around her. "Barbara love. I was worried sick." Suddenly, exhaustion gave way to anger, as she pushed her husband away. "Get your fucking hands off me, you lunatic. Have you any idea what I've been through? Well do you?" she yelled. "Please Barbara. Let me explain." "Explain? How do you explain gambling away our home and our lives?" "Please Barbara, calm down." "Don't you dare tell me to calm down. You're up to your neck in it. Well you're not doing to drag me down. I'm leaving," and ran upstairs to pack. George followed her. "Please Barbara. They won't let you go." "They? Who are they?" "Tierney and his mob. They won't let either of us go." "Just watch me George." Barbara headed down the stairs with the hurriedly packed suitcase and headed for her car. As she put the key into the lock a hand grabbed her and swung her around. It was Eddie, accompanied by another man. He marched her back into the house. "Unhand my wife," cried George. He didn't get to say anything else because Eddie's companion, clearly the muscle, punched his stomach, making him keel over, gasping for breath. "George!" screamed Barbara as she ran to her distressed husband. "What the hell do you want? Haven't you done enough?" "Let me make you clear on the rules, Mrs. Weston. The boss wants his money. You're going to get it for him. There'll be no running away. He owns you just as he owns this house." He turned to George."You know Weston, it's a good job your wife has got a good body. Because that's all that's keeping you alive right now." He grinned. "You bastard," screamed Barbara. "Only by an accident of birth Mrs. Weston," he responded sarcastically. "Whether or not you like it, you're both in this together. One drops out the other pays the ultimate penalty." With that Eddie and his companion left and drove away down the drive, oblivious to the fact that two men in a parked car observed them leave. The senior of the two men, sitting in the passenger seat, was clearly in charge because he nodded to his companion and drove away. To be Continued in Chap 2 The Young Don continues "recruiting" and makes a fatal error The Young Don's Whores Ch. 02 Paul Tierney, the "Young Don of the North" had consolidated his position as the head of organized crime in the North East of England. He had done this in a very short period, thanks to the organization he had built inside his late father's crime syndicate. Upon Frank Tierney's death, he seized immediate control, of not only the organisation but he made his thirty-eight year old stepmother, Anne Carter, his personal sex slave. He kept owners of the stores in his "Insurance" empire in line by making occasional examples of them. George and Barbara Weston had been his latest victims. When word got around, sheer fear prevented anybody from standing up against them. They all had families and feared for their safety. Part 1 Anne Carter Is "Punished" Anne did not see Paul for several days. He was away on "business" in London. Her fear of punishment following her spying diminished with time. Indeed, she hoped he had forgotten about it. When Paul arrived back on Thursday, she was surprised when he presented her with a beautiful blue cocktail dress. He instructed her to wear it at a dinner he was hosting here at the mansion for nine of his friends. He also said it would please him if she wore a garter belt and stockings. Anne was so taken by Paul's "kindness" that it never occurred to her that this was simply a plan to punish her for her previous indiscretion. The dinner was a strange affair for Anne. The first thing she observed was the fact she was the only female. The other thing was she felt she was being undressed by all of them. It made her uneasy. There was just general chatter at the meal, nothing out of the ordinary. When they were done, Paul suggested retiring to the library. Anne turned to head for her room when Paul stopped her. "No. You come too," and they both entered the library together. "Gee, boss. She's looking better than ever," laughed Teddy Gorman, Paul's head of security. "She's even better underneath," came Paul's reply. They all laughed. Anne blushed in humiliation. "I thank you all for your loyal service and as I promised I intend to reward you all." He turned to Anne, "Strip." "What?" "Get your fucking clothes off and show them your body." They all laughed. So that was it. That's why she was here. She knew by now she couldn't defy him. Anne reluctantly put her hands to her back, unzipped her dress and let it slide down, revealing the low cut red lace bra and matching garter belt and thong. "Wow. You're a lucky man boss," said George Henderson, one of his chief henchmen. "Yes, I am, but tonight you're all going to share in that luck." Grabbing Anne by her hair, he yelled venomously, "You'll learn never to spy on me again, you bitch," and forced her to her knees."Now get down there and suck each one of their cocks, and remember, swallow every last drop." The first was Frank Henderson. He drove his hardened rod deep inside her mouth and holding her head, systematically bobbed her in and out. At the same time, two others forced her to give hand jobs. They, however, withdrew, not wishing to cum, except in her mouth. Anne sucked and sucked. Each one suck seemed longer than the previous one. Finally, she could feel Frank was on the verge of cumming. The eruption of cum was such that not only did it fill her mouth but she couldn't help but to spill some. Her head was arched back, making her swallow it all. Because she had hand jobbed the rest, they were not long in cumming, but she was forced to swallow everything and she felt sick. She was lying on the floor, tired, sore and weak hoping her ordeal was over. However she was carried to the long table and placed on her back. Her stocking covered legs were forced apart and Anne felt a huge cock enter her pussy. It was Paul and he began to pound her mercilessly. To make things worse he drove on in sync with the others shouting and clapping "More, more, more," each one appeared to be louder than the next. Eventually, Paul's cum exploded inside Anne and he yelled "Aaargh." , in deep satisfaction. "Wow boss. That was brilliant." "It sure was," he replied breathlessly. He turned to his exhausted stepmother."Now get the fuck out of here and let this be a lesson to you." Anne got up and fled to her room. As she did so, she could hear the laughter from them all. Once again the humiliated woman wept bitterly on her bed. Part 2 The New "Recruit" Twenty-seven year old Jenny Arnold was locking the door of her jewellery shop. Her mind was million miles away. It had been six months since both her parents had been killed in a horrific car accident. It was only after her father's death that the fact that he had borrowed heavily from Paul Tierney to help her set up her business came to light. It was only then she became aware of the debt her father had left behind. Now she was forced to pay an enormous sum every month. She had fallen behind in the payments because like most other shops in the town, her own was going through a slump. It was only a matter of time before she would receive a visit from Tierney's mob. It never occurred to her it would happen the way it did or that she would be subjected to the humiliation that followed. Just having locked the door, the young woman was grabbed by two men. "Just relax sweetie, Mr. Coombs just wants to have a little chat." 'Eddie Coombs, Tierney's 'muscle', thought Jenny and shuddered. She was ushered into the back of a black car. Coombs was sitting there. "Hallo Miss Arnold." "Look Mr. Coombs, business is a little slack. I promise, I will make it up as soon as things pick up." "I'm afraid that's not good enough. The boss expects his money." "I'm working as hard as I can..." She was cut off. "You'll have to work harder. Get a second job maybe?" "Work is slack everywhere. I'd do anything to pay the money." "You're not a bad looking woman, Jenny," and began to feel her medium breasts through her white blouse. "Please. Don't do that," she whimpered. "I thought you said you'd do anything?" Jenny pursed her lips as he began to unbutton her blouse, exposing her lacy black bra with a front snap. He opened the front and her breasts sprang forth and her nipples hardened instantly with the cold air. He put his mouth to her right breast and began to suck and lick with brief intervals. Jenny just closed her eyes in disgust. Then he put his hand up her skirt, tearing her black tights and rubbing her trimmed pussy. As his rubbing became more intense, coupled with his sucking and licking of her breasts, she could not resist a moan. "Oh God, no. Please, nooo." The last word was dragged out as she exhaled. Suddenly, everything stopped. "You'll do." "What do you mean?" "I mean you'll do nicely for the second job I have in mind. You've got a great body and I know clients who will pay handsomely to fuck you." "Please. Don't make me do this." "You don't have any choice. You haven't used your best 'assets' yet," he responded with a grin. "What do you want?" asked Jenny in a subdued tone. "The son of one of the boss's friends is celebrating his twenty-first tomorrow night. You're the boss's present. Do it right and we'll consider this month's instalment paid. You'll be picked up after work." He opened the car door and Jenny got out. Realising she was a mess, she returned to the shop, tidied herself up and drove home to her flat, wondering just what was to come. Part 3 Jenny Goes To Work The following night, being Friday, Jenny locked up just after nine. As she turned round the black Mercedes pulled beside her and the door was opened. She got in and Eddie Coombs was sitting there again. "I'm not dressed for a party." "Believe me, you're just what the boss wanted," responded Eddie with his usual snigger. It was a quiet trip. They arrived at the hotel on Crompton's hill, just outside the town. The party was clearly in full swing. Eddie led Jenny upstairs to a suite. "Wait here." Jenny sat in the room in boredom for over an hour. Finally the door was opened and a young man, clearly the man of the party and Paul Tierney entered. "Well Billy, here she is. Just as I promised. I'll leave you to her. Have a good night," he laughed left, closing the door behind him. 'He is handsome,' thought Jenny. The attraction ended when he growled, "Well, what are you waiting for, you stupid bitch? Get your fucking clothes off. Let's see the goods." She just wanted to cry but didn't. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse. It wasn't quick enough, as the young man got impatient. He walked over and simply ripped it. "Now get it off." Tears came to her eyes as she removed the ripped garment and fearing he would get impatient again, quickly unzipped and dropped her skirt. Finally, she stood naked before him. She covered her breasts and pussy with her hands. She had never been naked in front of anyone, even her boyfriend. The young man suddenly struck her across her face. "Put your hands down by your side," he yelled. Jenny reluctantly obeyed. She felt humiliated. She could see he was studying her body, particularly her firm breasts and trimmed pussy. She could see too, that he had a huge hard on. He suddenly pushed her onto the bed and threw himself on her, kissing her lips and then cruising down her nakedness with his tongue and lips, stopping only briefly to undress, garment by garment, piling them on the floor. He resumed his licking and sucking, concentrating on her breasts and nipples. As much as she hated this bastard ravaging her, the tingling of her breasts aroused Jenny. He continued down her body and the tongue action on her pussy made her moan. "Oh my God," she exhaled several times. She thought she was going to cum there and then but he withdrew his tongue and for a moment there was an anti climactic feeling. Then she felt his huge dick being pushed in. The gentle, stroking movement picked up pace with every stroke and eventually her own body began to match the pace. They were both soon lost in a world of sexual lust. Jenny simply could not resist it and the young man simply didn't care. He pounded and pounded and Jenny actually enjoyed it. They both moaned loudly. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," the young man yelled excitedly. "Oh God, come on. Come on," yelled Jenny, with equal excitement. Her love juices began to gather and she knew the young man was close to cumming. The heat of their bodies increased their excitement and eventually Jenny climaxed just as an eruption of cum in her pussy made them both gasp for air like it was their last. Exhausted, they both fell asleep. The brightness of the morning woke Jenny. The young man had wrapped himself around her. She gently eased him off and slipped out of the bed. She went to the bathroom and showered with extra vigour, as if trying to destroy the evidence of her ravishment. She quickly dressed and only then realised her blouse was totally ripped. She covered herself with her jacket and opening the room door stole out only to see Eddie outside. "Well. He must have had a good time," he grinned. "We'll take you to your car." When she got home, Jenny changed into casual clothes. She was too bewildered to go to work and sat there most of the day trying to make sense of what had occurred the previous night. Part 4 Anne Carter Gets A "Companion" Two weeks after her humiliation at the hands of Paul and his goons, Anne Carter made her way to the study, having being summoned by Paul. Upon entering the study she was surprised to see a young woman in her mid twenties dressed in a maid outfit. "Ah, there you are. This is Sarah Mansfield, daughter of Lefty Mansfield. She's our new maid. She'll be company for you too. Show her around the house and instruct her as to your own wishes." "It's not bad enough that you keep me prisoner? You have to spy on me too?" "Just do as you're told." "Come on then" and Sarah followed Anne out of the study, to the kitchen. There Anne instructed her on her various duties. That night, for the first time in weeks, Anne found her stepson waiting for her in bed. She hated having to strip naked in front of him. Worst of all, she could feel the his lust by his simple stare. When she got under the sheets, Paul roughly pinned her down and without any foreplay, simply drilled his hardened penis deep inside her, pounding at will. When he finally came, Anne too climaxed, but it was not a joyous one. "That was great," he said breathlessly and turned and slowly fell asleep. Anne in contrast, did not sleep at all and simply dreamt of somehow escaping. Monday Some weeks later, Paul was in London again but was expected back very soon. Anne was walking along the hall and was surprised to see the door to the study slightly open. She discreetly looked in and to her astonishment, saw Sarah going through the papers on Paul's desk. She slipped in and quietly closed the door. "What the hell are you doing, Sarah?" Sarah jumped."Oh, Ms. Carter. I can explain...." At that moment Anne heard Paul and some others enter the doorway. "My God, if he catches us in here, we're both dead. This way, quickly," and grabbed Sarah by the hand and pulled her to the door that led to the library. There, both women remained in an anxious and tense silence hoping nothing would be noticed. After a while Anne opened the door into to the hall and checked to see that the way was clear. "Head back to the kitchen. I'll talk to you later." Sarah did so and turned to Anne and gave a silent, "Thank you." Anne stole up the stairs to her own room. That same day Barbara Weston was in her boutique. It had been several weeks since her rape and humiliation at the hands of Paul Tierney. She could not get it out of her head. She couldn't go to the police about it. Instead she remained tense and moody. Try as she might, Debbie Morgan, her assistant could not get her to open up about it. That afternoon Barbara received a phone call. She recognised Eddie's voice at once. "You'll be picked up after work on Thursday. The boss has something special planned for you." The receiver went down and Barbara held her head in despair. "Oh, my God," she cried. Her thoughts were broken by the sound of Debbie's voice. "Is everything alright, Mrs. Weston?" "What? Oh yes, thank you Debbie." Tuesday On Tuesday evening, Paul Tierney hosted a get together for his London contacts. "Sarah" handed around the drinks and food. "Hey Paul, Who's the new bird?" asked Jimmy Hicks, one of Paul Tierney's oldest friends. "Oh. She's Lefty Mansfield's daughter," responded Paul. When the party wound down, Hicks pulled Paul aside and spoke in a low voice. "She's not Lefty's daughter. His daughter died of an overdose last year." "Are you sure?" "I should know. Sarah Mansfield was my Godchild." Paul nodded to one of his men and whispered something in his ear. The man nodded positively and left. Later that evening, Paul was in his study with two of his thugs when there was a knock at the study door. "Come in." The door opened and Sarah walked in. "You wanted to see me, Mr. Tierney?" "Yes. Who are you?" "Sarah was startled by the question. "I'm Sarah Mansfield," she stuttered. Paul nodded. One of the men grabbed her arms and the other punched her in the stomach twice, leaving her gasping for air. He ripped open her blouse and buttons flew wildly in every direction. He then forced her bra apart, exposing her firm breasts. He began to lick and suck them. Sarah closed her eyes in disgust. He stopped and two more blows were delivered to her stomach and twice more she was struck across her face. Her nose began to bleed. "Too bad boss. Her tits taste nice." "Not for long," replied Paul. Sarah opened her eyes and saw Paul brandishing red hot iron rod in front of her. "Please. No," she begged. "Then tell me what I want to know." She remained silent. Paul pressed the iron to Sarah's naked breast with sadistic relish and she screamed with extreme pain. In the meantime Anne Carter was in her room, unaware of "Sarah's" fate. When she heard the screams, Anne jumped. 'My God. That was Sarah,' she thought. She ran downstairs. Again she heard Sarah scream. Anne hesitated at the door, remembering the last time she entered the study. Another scream however, strengthened her resolve and she pushed the doors open. "Oh my God, Paul. What are you doing to Sarah?" "She's not Sarah. She's working for the police or worse and I want to know what she knows. Now get out." "For God sake. Tell him who you're working for," yelled Anne in panic. Sarah couldn't or wouldn't speak. "She's working for Harry Trenton's mob." "What? How do you know?" "If your guards were doing their job right they would have seen her talking to one of his cronies at the gate yesterday," responded Anne. "Yeah. You're right. Security has been very lax. We'll have to review it. Get rid of her in the usual way." A horrified Anne screamed,"Paul, think, if you kill her, you'll have a bloodbath on your hands. You can't afford that. If you keep her alive, Trenton will think his strategy is working." Paul stroked his chin." You're right. She's more valuable alive. You're smarter than I thought. I'll have to keep my eye on you." Anne turned to one of the men."Bring her up to her room." He turned to Paul and he nodded. "Get me hot water and clean sheets," yelled Anne to the second man. He too, turned to Paul and he again nodded. When Sarah was placed on the bed, Anne turned to the man. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get out and let her have some dignity." "The boss said not to let her out of my sight." "Look at her. Does she look like she's going anywhere? Now get out." "T,- thank you. Ms. Carter," stammered Sarah in a weak and breathless voice. Anne placed a cool damp cloth on her forehead to try and lower her temperature. "I've only gotten us a temporary reprieve, Sarah or whatever your name is. Paul doesn't have his father's brains but he's much more vicious and he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants." "Yes, I know." Sarah struggled for breath. "Please don't talk. Just rest." "Please you've got help me." "Help you? How?" asked Anne doubtfully. Sarah tried to raise hand. "Top drawer." Anne went to the dresser and opened it. She found a folder of documents. "Please. You've got to get them to Chief Inspector Burnham. Promise me." "I promise," replied Anne, with tears rolling down her eyes, totally amazed at this young woman's heroism. So that's what she was. If Paul knew this, he wouldn't think twice about killing her. The door handle turned and Anne crammed the documents inside her blouse as the man arrived with the water and towels. Anne stayed all night in Sarah's, trying to think of away to get the documents out of the house. Wednesday Chief Inspector Jack Burnham was sitting at his desk reading reports when a knock came to his office door. "Come in." It was Sergeant James Rawlings. "Yes Sergeant?" "Sir, its Constable Lombard. She hasn't been heard from for over forty eight hours now." Oh my God. Anything at all?" "No sir." "Sir, we could raid the place." "On what evidence Sergeant? Remember the last time we raided. We do any thing like that without evidence again and we'll all face a hanging. What's the name of the woman Sergeant Lyons spoke about?" "Weston, sir. Mrs. Barbara Weston." Chief Inspector Burnham sat alone brooding. 'Damn you, Tierney. If you've done anything to that girl it'll be your fatal error. I promise. I won't rest until I see you in jail,' he thought . Thursday Just after Barbara locked up, the black Mercedes pulled up in front of her. The door opened and she got in. Unknown to her or the occupants of the car, they were observed by Debbie Morgan from her car, parked in the side street around the corner. She dialled her mobile. The Young Don's Whores Ch. 02 "It's me again. She's been picked up. Will follow at a distance and see where it leads," Debbie switched off and drove discreetly behind them. After a while, it was apparent that they were not heading to the Tierney mansion as Barbara had anticipated and she started to panic. "Where are you taking me?" she asked anxiously. "Just relax, Mrs. Weston. You'll find out soon enough," responded the stranger. A few minutes later, the Mercedes entered through the gates of the local soccer ground. Barbara could hear cheering and chanting as they did so. "Well. You're just in time for the celebrations," a familiar voice said. It was Eddie Coombs, the man in charge of Tierney's casino. "What celebrations?" "The boss's team won the cup and he promised the team a special bonus," leading Barbara to the changing room where most of the team were naked or wrapped in towels. "Well boys, the boss promised you a bonus for winning and here she is." Barbara was pushed towards the cheering men and they began to strip her violently. Her protesting screams were drowned by the men cheering or singing. She was carried naked to the showers and made to stand. The jets of steamy water descended on her as she felt a huge cock being forced up through the orifice of her arse and another drove deep inside her pussy. Multiple hands covered her naked body and she felt both her breasts being enthusiastically sucked. Both her nipples were tingling as tongues wrapped around them. As soon as cum exploded in both her pussy and arse, cocks were withdrawn and two more replaced them. Her breasts too received new mouths that continued sucking and licking. Her screams were still drowned out by the cheers as each of the team came inside her. Barbara finally realised she was "servicing" the entire team, including the four substitutes. When all fifteen men had spent their loads, Barbara lay on the floor, exhausted and hoping her ordeal was over. Eddie came up to her. "Come on babe. You're only half done." He dragged Barbara to the other dressing room, where the opposing team were. "The boss has asked me to thank you for a great game and as a sign of no hard feelings he asked me to present you with a little consolation prize. She's pretty sore and can't fuck you all but she sure can suck," and Eddie threw her to the floor. They all laughed. "So who's first?" "Me," yelled the tallest one and grabbed Barbara Weston by the hair. "No. Please," she begged. But to no avail as a huge, hardened cock was driven deep into her mouth and down her throat. She thought she would choke. She was made suck all fifteen cocks. By now she was sick as well as exhausted. When she retrieved her clothes, she found everything but her overcoat in shreds. "I can't wear these." "Well. We can't send you home naked, can we?" replied Eddie, with a grin."Now, there's a thought," and he stroked his chin,"Nah. You've been a good bitch. Let's see if Ms. Carter can help you out." "Who?" "The boss's other half. You fucked each other a few weeks ago." 'So that's who she was,' thought Barbara, 'A little old for him,' not realising Anne Carter was also Paul Tierney's sex slave stepmother. Barbara got into the Mercedes with Eddie, wearing nothing but her shoes and grey overcoat as they headed once again for the Tierney mansion. Upon arrival Eddie got out and led Barbara into the hall. Anne Carter was standing on top of the stairway. "Ah, Ms. Carter. This lady had an accident with her clothes and wondered if she could borrow something from you," said Eddie with a sarcastic grin. Anne couldn't believe her luck, but she knew she had to think and act fast. "Well come up to my room. I'm sure I have something that fits you." When both women were in the room, Anne closed the door and whispered,"Look, I don't have time to explain this but I need your help." Anne handed her some underwear as well as a skirt and blouse. "What do you mean?" "There is a young woman next door, badly beaten. I'm sure she's from the police. If my stepson finds out he'll kill her for sure." "What can I do?" "Please, take these and give them to Chief Inspector Burnham," and she stuffed them into the inside pocket of Barbara's overcoat. The door knob to the room turned and Anne grabbed Barbara by her head and kissed her passionately. Anne's eyes turned towards the door and Eddie stuck his head in. Anne Carter broke the kiss. "What the fuck do you want? Don't you believe in knocking?" "Oh sorry, Ms. Carter. But the boss wants to see the lady," he said in a genuinely embarrassed tone. "Well, let her get some clothes on first, now get out." When Barbara was dressed and was about to leave, Anne turned her around and put her hands up in a begging manner and pleaded silently. Paul Tierney was sitting at his desk in his study just as he was the first night Barbara had met him. "Well, Barbara dear, I heard you had a great time." "I'd hardly call it that, Mr. Tierney. What do you want?" "Now, now, Barbara. Remember, you and your precious husband owe me quite a bit." "Please Mr. Tierney, I told you, we'll pay it back." "Oh you'll pay it back alright. Now drop your knickers." "Please, Mr. Tierney?" A look of anger flashed across his face. It made Barbara shudder. She put her hands under her skirt and slipped them down. Tierney put his hand out and she handed them to him. He sniffed them. "They smell familiar," he said, with a sarcastic grin. He got up from behind his desk and pushed her onto the sofa. Barbara was terrified the papers in her coat would be discovered. "Something about you makes me very horny," and he simply undid his pants, mounted her and drove his hardened dick deep within her. Once again, the rhythm was slow but gradually built up pace. Despite her earlier ordeal at the soccer grounds, Barbara found her own body was reacting to his pounding. Her love juices started to build and she could feel that Tierney was close to cumming to. They both began to gasp for breath and Barbara held Tierney as if her life depended on it. Eventually both exploded in climax and screamed in sexual exhilaration. Tierney turned to Barbara and spoke breathlessly. "Well Barbara, I said it before, you're a great fuck," and he pulled up his pants,"Oh. I almost forgot why I called you here. I'm giving a party for a friend of mine tomorrow night. Eddie will pick you up at eight after work." He said no more and Eddie signalled her to follow him to the car. They drove to the car park and Barbara, humiliated and exhausted got out to head for her car. "See you tomorrow night, then," said Eddie with his now familiar grin and the Mercedes headed off. Barbara got into her own car and drove towards home. She pulled into a lay by along the way and examined the documents. There was a note attached. "Who ever you are, I beg you, take these papers to the police. I am a prisoner here and the young woman I am trying to save, I'm sure, is from the police. Both our lives depend on you. Anne Carter. Barbara Weston at once turned her car around and drove to the police station, determined to see Chief Inspector Burnham. She arrived at the station and at the front desk asked to speak with Inspector Burnham. A man in his early thirties, wearing a smart suit came out. I'm sorry, madam, but the Inspector is gone home. I'm Sergeant Rawlings, his assistant, can I help you?" Barbara spoke in an anxious tone. "Look Sergeant, I was given these papers tonight by a very frightened woman. She begged me to give them to Inspector Burnham." With that she placed the bulky envelope on the desk. The young man examined the contents of the envelope. "My God. Where did you get these?" he asked in utter amazement. "A woman at the Tierney mansion. I believe she is Tierney's stepmother." "You better come this way miss?" "Mrs. Barbara Weston." It was then the penny dropped for Sergeant Rawlings. 'Of course,' thought Rawlings 'Debbie Lyons' link.' He led Barbara to a small office. "Please sit down. Some tea?" Barbara nodded and he asked the young police woman to bring two. He dialled a number on the phone. "Hallo, Chief Inspector? I'm sorry to ring you sir but it's about the Tierney case sir. Some evidence has turned up. I think you'll want to see this sir. I think we've got the bastard." He spoke like an excited schoolboy. Rawlings put the phone down. "He's on his way." A half an hour later, Chief Inspector Burnham was poring through the documents brought by Barbara Weston. "My God, Rawlings, look at these names. Heads are going to roll. You know that, don't you?" "Yes sir. It did occur to me." Inspector Burnham and Rawlings rejoined Barbara in the office. "I apologise for taking so long, Mrs. Weston, but these documents will put Tierney away for a long time. We owe you a debt of gratitude." "All I did was smuggle them out, Inspector. The real heroes are those two women who are still at the mansion and they are in great danger. What happens now?" "I've applied for permission to raid. We'll do it tomorrow night." "Tierney is a vicious killer, Inspector. He'll think nothing of killing those two women as soon as you strike." "I know," conceded the Inspector. "But I don't see what alternative we have." "Inspector, He's giving some sort of party for his mafia mob tomorrow night. He expects me to be there. If I can slip away, I can warn them both and signal you by text message when to strike." "Do you realise what you're saying Mrs. Weston? What danger you're putting yourself into?" "I'm not a brave woman, Inspector. But that bastard has nearly ruined my marriage and my life. Please, give me a chance to do something to get even?" Burnham looked at Rawlings and the latter shrugged his shoulders. "It could be Lombard's only chance, sir." A reluctant Inspector Burnham stroked his face. "I don't like it. One of my officers is already in danger as well as a civilian. It doesn't seem right to ask you to do this." "I'm the one doing the asking. Please, you've got to let me do this?" "Ok, Mrs. Weston, but if this goes wrong, God help us all." The plans were agreed. When she was picked up at the boutique, Barbara would be discreetly followed and the raiding party would be strategically placed near the grounds of the Tierney residence, waiting for the signal to strike. Friday Jenny was tired. It had been a long day in the shop. She turned, having locked the door to see two men standing there. They manhandled her into a waiting blue car. "Just relax and enjoy the ride." They arrived at the Tierney mansion and another man led her to a room. "Get your clothes off and put this on." "But it's just an apron." "Do as your fucking told, unless you want the boss to know you weren't cooperating?" Jenny reluctantly undressed and donned the apron. The curves of her breasts were exposed as were her bare arse cheeks. There was also a pair of black high heels. "The boss want's you to serve the drinks. No sex tonight," grinned the man. For the rest of the evening, a humiliated Jenny served the drinks and had to contend with being pinched, slapped and fondled. She battled the temtation to cry and just prayed it would soon be over, unaware of the events to come. Just as Barbara closed up at nine that night, the now familiar black Mercedes pulled up in front of her. Eddie Coombs was in the back. He opened the door and she got in. The short drive to the mansion was in silence and uneventful. Barbara could hear the sounds of people chattering and laughing and soft music being played. When they arrived at the front door Eddie opened the door and they both got out. "I'm not dressed for a party," said Barbara, seeing everyone in dinner attire. "You're dressed just right. Besides, you won't be at the dinner proper. You have other 'duties' to perform." Eddie gave his usual sarcastic grin. He led Barbara to one of the upstairs bedrooms. "Wait here." A few moments later the door opened and a small overweight man entered the room. He came over to Barbara and sniffed. "You smell nice anyway." He reeked of alcohol. Barbara could smell it from him. "Well, we haven't all night. Get your clothes off," and with that he undressed in a disorganised manner. At the same time, Barbara reluctantly undressed and in contrast to her 'client' folded everything neatly out of habit. She got onto the bed and then her bull of a client, reeking of alcohol, climbed on top of her and drove his huge dick deep inside her. He pounded her for what seemed ages. In contrast to her previous experiences, Barbara felt nothing but a desire that this would end. Not even her body reacted. Eventually, he came inside her, exhaling a large moan. As for Barbara, it was merely a moan of relief. Shortly after he stopped, the man fell into a deep sleep. When she felt confident enough, Barbara pushed his bulky frame from her and easing herself out of the bed, dressed as quickly as possible. She slowly opened the room door and stole out and walked along the corridor, trying to find where Anne Carter and the police officer were. She suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from a room. It was Anne Carter. "Please, Sarah. You've got to hang on. Please," she begged. At that moment, Barbara heard another familiar voice calling her. It was Eddie Coombs. "What are you doing there?" he yelled. Barbara opened the door and ran in, slamming it behind her as Eddie rushed to stop her. "Help me, quickly," yelled Barbara as she tried to push the heavy dresser up to the door. They both pushed and heaved and just got it to the door as Eddie started banging. "Open this fucking door," he repeated, banging as he did so. "Get down. All hell is about to break loose," and as she said this, reached for her phone, concealed in her bag and sent the agreed signal. Chief Inspector Burnham sat impatiently in his car. Suddenly his phone beeped. "Secure" flashed up. The Inspector didn't waste a second. "All units, Go, go, go." The motorcade of blue light flashing vehicles drove through the gate of the Tierney residence. Most of the guards simply fled at the sight, hoping to evade capture. One large van was backed carefully up to the door of the mansion. The doors of this van were flung open and a squad of about a dozen armed officers leapt out. A small battering ram was used to force the door and the officers charged in. "Police. Nobody move," yelled one of them. Burnham came into the hall. He turned to a female member of the raiding party. "Follow me Sergeant." The young woman, weapon in hand, did so as they climbed the stairs. Reaching the corridor, Burnham called out to Eddie. "You're under arrest Coombs." Eddie simply gave his trademark sinister smile and produced a gun from his pocket. "Drop it Coombs." Eddie was about to squeeze the trigger when a shot rang out and he flew back and crashed to the floor, nursing his shoulder. Burnham knocked at the door. "Who is it?" Barbara shouted. "The cleaning crew. Open up." Barbara nodded to Anne and they once again heave and pushed the dresser in the opposite direction and opened the door. Burnham, Rawlings and the young female police officer made their way in. Thank God, you're both alright," said Burnham. I'm afraid Sarah is not so good. She has some sort of infection," responded Anne. "Get the ambulance people up here. Now!" Burnham knelt beside the bed. "My dear girl. What has he done to you?" "She keeps calling for Jimmy." "That's her four year old son," responded the Inspector. "Oh God," cried Anne. The ambulance crew gently lifted her onto the stretcher and swiftly carried her away. "It's good to see you're ok, Mrs. Weston," came a familiar female voice. Barbara turned around and the young officer, dressed in armour, with gun in hand was facing her. Only when this young woman smiled did Barbara recognise who it was. "D-Debbie?" and suddenly, everything went black. When she came round, Anne Carter was kneeling at one side and Debbie, minus her helmet and weapon on the other. "Debbie. You're a police officer?" "I'm sorry to deceive you, Mrs. Weston but..." She was interrupted by Burnham. "Debbie was acting under my direct orders, Mrs. Weston. It would have put you in danger and jeopardised the whole operation. Let me properly introduce you. Mrs. Weston, this is Detective Sergeant Debbie Lyons." "Detective Sergeant?" "I'm afraid so, Mrs. Weston," smiled Debbie. "I'm going to get a new assistant, aren't I?" "Oh, I think we can work something out there," responded Debbie as she looked at Anne Carter. "Sir? If it's alright with you, I'll take Mrs. Weston home." "Yes of course. Oh and Sergeant?" "Yes sir?" "Thank you." "You're more than welcome sir," responded Debbie with a smile. Barbara turned to Anne. "Where will you go?" "Oh. I'll find somewhere." Barbara put her hand in hers. "Come home with me. We have some unfinished business." As they were about to leave, another familiar female voice caught Barbara's attention. It was Jenny Arnold, protesting her innocence, while being led away, handcuffed, by a police officer. "Look Debbie. That's young Jenny from the jewellers." Debbie walked over to her. "It's ok Bob. You can release her. We know who she is." "Ok, Sarge." "Mrs. Weston, Debbie. What are you doing here?" "It's a long story Jenny, You're probably here for the same reason I am, and Debbie is, as you can see, a police officer." "Let's get you all home," said Debbie and led them all to her car. "I don't have to tell you that we need all your statements. The sooner the better while it's fresh in your minds. Right now you can all do with some rest." They all nodded. Burnham went downstairs. Tierney was being led, handcuffed from the large dining area. "You'll regret this Burnham. I've got friends..." "You haven't a friend in the world, Tierney. Your 'friends.' are all 'retired.' Take him away. Oh, and Sergeant, read him his rights." "With pleasure sir," grinned Rawlings. It was after midnight when Barbara and Anne arrived at the Weston's home. When they entered, George was pacing up and down in the hall. Seeing Barbara, he ran to his wife and embraced her passionately. "Oh my dear woman, I was worried sick." Barbara returned the embrace and kissed her husband passionately. Anne turned to leave. Barbara stopped her. "George, this is Anne Carter. She's staying here for a bit." George put out his hand. "Hallo Anne, and welcome." Barbara recounted to George all that had occurred. "Oh Barbara. I'm so, so sorry," cried George. Barbara held her husband. "It's alright George. It's all over now. Why don't you go to bed? I'll show Anne to her room and I'll join you later." George nodded and headed upstairs. A few moments later, Barbara led Anne to the spare bedroom. She suddenly turned round and catching Anne, she kissed her passionately. "I just had to do that." Anne responded with an equally passionate kiss and both women undressed each other in a frenzy of lesbian lust. For both naked beauties, it was the first time they had experienced true lesbian love. Both their bodies responded to each other's gentle touch. Barbara, after a few moments, gathered her breath. "Well? What about it? Will you be my new assistant and lover?" "Yes," responded Anne in a long breathless tone and kissed her new found lover. Barbara got up and dressed. "Sleep well, lover. We have things to discuss and arrange tomorrow," and blew her a kiss before she left. Anne Carter rested on the bed felt a free woman for the first time in years. Barbara and George made love is if it were their first time. It didn't take George long to realise that there was more to Barbara and Anne's relationship. He remained silent. 'After all, he argued to himself. I owe my wife big time for what I had put her through and our own love life has picked, so why should I complain?'