9 comments/ 39038 views/ 33 favorites No Good People By: Ooshnafloot Kathryn Olivia Braithwaite was a senior at high school. Kathryn had been the name of her mother's favorite grandmother, well dead before the younger Kathryn was born. Olivia was in honor of Olivia Newton John; for some unspoken reason ONJ had been dear to the hearts of both her parents. And Braithwaite was a throwback to a British ancestry that no one knew anything about. Kathryn Olivia Braithwaite. K.O.B. Ever since those initials had appeared on her school satchel at Elementary School, Kathryn had been 'Kob' to her friends and teachers. Kob, a name that was bright and interesting and colorful, a throwback to the art-deco of the early 20th century - it suited Kob's personality perfectly. She was bright and sharp and good-hearted. Kob was also beautiful. More than beautiful, she was gorgeous - much to the surprise of everyone. Almost all her days as a teen were skinny and gangly. She was near-sighted but didn't like wearing glasses, so Kob stumbled her way through life not knowing quite where she was. At the rear her jeans had dragged down from her ass. It was difficult to get her bikini to sit still, there was so little to hold it there, top or bottom. She had used the same conservative hairdresser as her mother. She was nice, people liked her, but she was well down the wish-list when it came to dating. During her last year of high school though, amazingly, Kob turned. In the months before her eighteenth birthday her jeans became tight, not around the waist but in the hips. Her bikini top didn't just sit firm; it lifted away from her torso. Her mother finally relented and let her use the stylist her friend Maggie used, and she put away her fear of having things in her eye and got her first pair of contacts. The effect was startling. From nowhere guys smiled and said hi as they passed. She caught them staring at her in class. The 'popular' guys started making small talk and getting closer, the nerds who had been her friends began to shrink nervously away. To her credit Kob's ego developed slower than her body. As she turned 18 she was a gorgeous young woman who acted like she didn't know it. It was her friend Maggie who pressed her hardest to start behaving like a babe. "So! Who are you going to go with?" Maggie persisted as they sat by the front school-gate. They were in the gardens, seated on a table with their feet on the bench chairs, their skirts pushed demurely and unfashionably between their legs. "Who are you going to go with?" "I don't know...," Kob replied, embarrassed. "Who do you want to ask you?" Maggie pressed. Maggie knew the answer to the question already, but she wanted to hear Kob say it, to acknowledge it. "I don't know..." "Oh, you liar, you do so know!" Maggie screamed at her, pushing her shoulder. "Tell me you bitch, say his name, go on say it!" Kob was grinning and went bright red. "What are you two playing at?" came the male voice from behind Maggie. What awful timing for Kob. It was him, Matt, the one both of them knew Kob liked. "Matt!" yelled Maggie. "Good to see you. We were just talking about who was going to ask Kob to go to the..." "Maggie, leave it alone," Kob interrupted, pulling her friend's hair back. "Oh, you bitch," Maggie laughed and took Kob by the collar so they both fell back onto the tabletop. Matt looked away at first, but turned back, smiling. Their skirts no longer held cover as the two girls wrestled. "Matt?" Maggie managed to yell out as Kob scrambled to put a hand to her mouth to stop her from talking. "Wouldn't you...agh, get off slut...wouldn't you like to...go with...agh you bitch...ha ha ha...wouldn't you like to go with Kob?" "Maggie! Stop it!" Matt crossed his arms and rolled on his heels as the two girls kept at each other. He said nothing as they both laughed and screamed in battle, thighs and underwear flashing. "She's not just good looking you know...I'll fucking bite you if you do that again...agh...she's got money, too...ha ha ha...you've seen her Mom's car...ha ha ha!" "Maggie!" Kob shrilled at her. "That's because her Dad is in bed with the mafia," came a dry insult from above and behind them. Both girls froze and turned their heads. Wendy Varvatos. Kob and Maggie sat and straightened themselves. Wendy had only been half-kidding. Kob had heard some of the rumors from time to time, people teasing her about her Dad's company. 'Ignore people's jealously' her mother would say. "Good to see you too, Wendy," Matt tried to lighten and change the mood. "Anything nice to talk about? Some new movie you'd like to see?" Wendy smiled falsely and kept walking. "Bitch," Maggie murmured, looking at her walk away. "So, Matt, are you going to ask..." "Aaah," Kob screamed at her and it started again, this time up and chasing each other around the courtyard. Matt drifted back to his friends, grinning. They hadn't told anyone, but he and Kob were already together. ******************** Michael Geoffrey Braithwaite had no nickname. Not even Mike. He was either Mr Braithwaite, or Michael, or Daddy. He was the owner, founder and CEO of Double Rubber Inc., a diverse manufacturer that continued to shine as the competition relocated operations to Asia or Central America. When they first started it was all about rubber - now it did everything but, though the name had stuck. Michael's days were not as long as they used to be. Double Rubber Inc. had become a true corporation with a board and a panel of genuinely skilled executives. Well, except for that Douglas fool, you could hardly classify him as skilled - but what could you expect from HR, Michael had never been able to get one he rated. Michael kept his diary full as he could and watched over a lot of meetings, though he prepared less and less of them. So early one Friday afternoon while he sat in an audit presentation he saw his wife's name on his vibrating mobile and excused himself to step out to take it. "Honey, what's up?" Michael asked quietly. The response he got sent a shiver up his spine. "The brotherhood is at the door, about to enter. It will only stop in your presence. You need to come home," she said. It was followed by a gasp and muffled scream, then the phone went dead. Ordinarily if someone got a scripted call like that from their wife it would baffle; the first reaction would be to call back, to see what the hell all that nonsense was about. Michael didn't call back. He anxiously stepped into the meeting and gestured for his CFO. In the corridor Michael said nothing more than he had a family thing at home, he needed to go, and that the finance head was in charge. "When are you going to be back?" "I don't know, maybe not until Monday." "Okay. Well, but, then what about the thing with Old Man Rigola, you've got him at 5 don't you?" Michael shook his head. "Don't worry about it," he said turning on his heel, "Old Man Rigola won't be here today." The CFO shook his head and shrugged as he returned to the auditors. Michael stopped himself from running down the corridor and across the expanse of his office. He took his keys, wallet and phone and dashed out past his assistant. "Turn that off will you? Gotta go." ******************** Marjorie Watson-Braithwaite had no middle name, and she was shortened to Marj. The first time she met Michael Geoffrey Braithwaite she was only Marjorie Watson, and she was completely out of her head drunk. At the university tavern there was a space in the back corner with a table that had a pole running up to the roof. It wasn't designed for pole dancing specifically but usually on a Friday night in the heaving, messy time before midnight when people were drunk but still standing, some crazy girls took the challenge. Marj was never one of those girls. Never. If anything she was a prude. But that one night back in the nineties (when bars were still fun) she lost herself to her new friend Mojito - mint, lime and rummy goodness that does crazy things to normal people. The crowd bayed for clothes and she gave them. Her t-shirt, her skirt, she took them off and made nooky with the pole in her underwear, thrashing her hair around to a chorus of applause. Her body was good back in those days. Marj wasn't tall but her legs were long in proportion, she had the thighs of a model and her ass turned heads, especially without a skirt. Her breasts were strong and upright. People were throwing one dollar bills at her to take off more, begging and pleading for her to lose the bra. It was as noisy as it had ever been, Marj was a popular act. Someone lifted another glass of mint, lime and rummy goodness to her and she downed it in one, holding onto the pole to keep herself standing. To the roar of the crowd she fumbled with her bra hook. It took ages for her to get it undone, but that only added to the suspense, the crowd chanting 'off, off, off'. Eventually Marj obliged. People were wowed by how tight she was. Marj had been to topless beaches of course, it wasn't the completely first time she had shown her tits to strange men, but beaches are relatively demure. On a beach you can roll over onto your stomach if you feel a creepy guy come near or need a break from the attention. Rarely are there 200 people whistling and cheering and yelling 'tits, tits'. Fortunately her friend Mojito kept her from dying of embarrassment and she did the best she could to dance the pole as it deserved to be danced. Right at the front of the crowd was a large and rugged chap waving a $20 bill. As people pushed and shoved around him he stood firm. As they screamed and whistled he stood silent. All he did was look at her eyes, not her tits, with a confident wink and a wave of the twenty between two fingers. "What?" Marj found herself slurring at him. The guy nodded at something, but she had a blurry moment and missed it. "What?" she yelled again over the din. "Your pants," he coolly replied. Back in the early nineties, twenty bucks was a decent bit of money, especially for a poor uni student. Beers were only 1.50, so that was like 12 beers or something, her mind stupidly considered. A sober person would be thinking $20 for losing your entire dignity to a crowd of 200 lecherous men is madness, but Marj was not a sober person. She was still thinking 12 beers, or was it thirteen, or even fourteen? And the guy asking, he was so cool, so confident. And he had twenty bucks to give away just like that. Was he rich? Marj had never had her pants off in front of anyone other than a boyfriend. Robotically her fingers pulled on the elastic waist and slid them over her hips. Her panties moved down her ass, then her thighs. They fell to her ankles and she stumbled and kicked them accidentally into the crowd. The mob roared approval. Marj gave her vagina to the eyes of two-hundred wildly delirious men. She didn't dance anymore, she stood there facing them, wondering if she would ever again in her life be so stupid or so popular as she was at that moment. Six minutes later she was in the men's toilet with Michael Geoffrey Braithwaite's dick firmly entrenched in her cunt. With the door to the stall open, a band of men humiliatingly yet thrillingly watched her cunt lips part and close around the erection that was humping up at her. She never did find her clothes. From that night, the next four months were madness. Marj almost lost her degree because of it. What started as completely-out-of-the-ordinary behavior became ordinary behavior. Marj rarely went home, staying at Michael's place sharing his room and sharing his flat-mates. They all had her, all the time. She drifted from room to room fucking them all, drunk and high on any number of products. They turned her into a lesbian, regularly 69ing other girls on the living room floor as a show for all their friends. The taste of pussy became 'normal' to her. Whoever visited was asked 'have you had Marj yet?' and she would walk over and fuck them, in front of everyone. It was a disaster. It only stopped, Marj only got her life back when she became pregnant. She guessed it was Michael's, but who knew? Almost everybody had cum in her. She moved back home. She got her degree back on track and finished her course waddling around with a huge belly. Michael had told her he would marry her if it was his. Back then they didn't have pre-birth paternity tests, not that they knew about anyway, so after little Kathryn was born, before she was officially named they did a test and found it to be Michael's after all. They were married on Kathryn's first birthday. The marriage was remarkably successful given the tumultuous start to their relationship. Marj never took another cock other than Michael's again. That is, not until the incident 13 years later. ******************** Marj worked as a teacher on and off in the years since having Kathryn. She was twenty one when she was pregnant, twenty-two when she gave birth. She worked full time when her own mother was still fit enough to babysit Kob for a full day, but after her mom's fall Marj worked mainly part time. Which is why 5 years ago, when Kob was still only 13 years old, Marj was home by herself when a knock came mid-morning at the house they since moved away from. When she opened the door it slammed into her face, knocking Marj backward into the hall. Three men stormed in and grabbed her, three Italians. Helping her back to her feet, they were gentle and polite, yet firm. She could tell they were organized and had purpose, they weren't there by chance. "Ricky Rigola, ma'am," the most well-dressed of the three introduced himself. The other two remained nameless. Marj spluttered. "What? Why...?" "We need your help, ma'am. It won't take long. We need to send a message to your husband." "He's...he's at the office. I'm sure if...if you go..." Ricky shook his head, grinning. "No ma'am, I need you to deliver it. Otherwise I just don't think it will have the same impact." Marj wanted to look around, to assess the two nameless and quiet ones behind her to the left and right, but she found her eyes gripped by Ricky's. There was tremendous confidence and power in that young man. "Who are you?" she asked. "Ricky Rigola ma'am," he repeated without annoyance. Marj gave up asking about him. "What message? How..." Ricky smiled empathetically. "I know you are confused, it's okay. I'll leave it to your husband to explain. In the meantime, which way is your bedroom?" Marj blinked. "Sorry? What did you say?" "The bedroom," Ricky repeated pleasantly, walking to the side of the room. "Down this way? No, over here perhaps?" Ricky was pointing to a hallway, looking back at Marj. Marj still said nothing, she was confused and wishing there was a misunderstanding, dreading what may happen. "Ma'am? The bedroom?" Ricky asked patiently. Marj found her arm drifting up and pointing. "This way?" Ricky said, nodding. "Ok, come with me." Ricky was so calm, so polite and non-threatening. It didn't seem that he meant her any harm. It was if he wanted to find a safe or something - but there was nothing like that in their bedroom. Perhaps someone had told him there was? Slowly Marj followed him. In turn the two silent men dropped in behind her. "This is it? Nice. Very nice." Ricky walked around the room, checked the en-suite, the walk-in wardrobes. "Great. Fantastic. Really nice. I mean it, ma'am," he continued, walking over to Marj. The two men blocked the doorway. "First things first, I need you to clean up. Can you take a shower please?" Ricky stopped talking and looked at her, as if he'd just asked her to fix him a drink. "A shower? Why...do I need...?" "It's okay ma'am. I'll explain after. You will be left alone in there, these two chaps will see to it. When you are done, put this on." Ricky handed her an oversized white toweling robe from the bedside chair, her husband's. "Boys, no looking. Let me know when she is done." With that he walked out of the room and swiftly back down the hall. Marj looked at the two men in the doorway, studying them now they were in front of her. One was slim and smooth like cheap wine, the other one dumpy like overflowing lager. Neither looked academic, and there was a mood in their eyes that told Marj there was nothing she could do to hurt them, emotionally or physically. "Please ma'am," said the beer. "We've got to hurry up. He'll be back." Marj had no idea why the beer would worry if she wasn't done by the time Ricky was back. It unnerved her no end; this whole event was making her tremble. "Please ma'am. Now?" the beer said again, pleadingly. Marj moved into the en-suite. There was no door, they removed it years ago when it always got stuck but the shower was hidden from the room and the curtain opaque. She stood looking in the mirror, moving to turn the water on, then back to the mirror. True to Ricky's word those two men didn't follow her in. She looked at the shower and the robe. Perhaps she could just stand by the basin and pretend she had a shower? Something inside her, some instinct told her that would be a mistake. So far Ricky Rigola had been non-threatening, but she guessed he wasn't always like that; Marj had no doubt he could be cruel. Listening at the door it appeared those two guards would leave her alone. She got into the shower with her clothes on, only taking the wet things off once she checked and listened again that they had stayed where they were. Naked, she felt terrified. She didn't stay in the shower for long; Ricky hadn't said how much she should shower, only that she should. The robe was big and covered her completely. A thick robe was too hot for this time of day, but underneath Marj was shivering. "I'll get Ricky," the beer said after she came out of the bathroom. The cheap wine said nothing. Marj thought she caught a whisper of a smirk. What was Ricky doing out there in their house? After some time the beer returned with him, holding the cordless house phone. "Okay, very good. Now, ma'am, this here is Jacky the Schlong." Ricky was pointing at the cheap wine. "Jacky has been in dozens of movies, haven't you Jacky?" Jacky grinned and nodded. "Now, let me be clear though, he's a terrible actor. The only thing he has going for him is this. Show her Jacky." Ricky turned and gestured to Jacky the Schlong. Marj began panicking as he undid his pants button. "No!" she gasped, her hand coming up to cover her open mouth, the realization this really was the nightmare she dreaded. "No. No, please!" she wailed as Jacky's zip went down and he pulled his trousers to his knees. With a swish he pulled down his green silken boxer briefs. Marj broke into open and uncontrolled sobbing. She'd never seen anything like it in her life; not in the flesh, not on TV, not in magazines. Jacky the Schlong had an unnatural appendage between his legs. How could a guy so skinny have such a thick and long penis? It seemingly dropped to his knees. "Amazing, isn't it?" Ricky beamed. "I never get tired of the reaction when people see it, especially the first time. Unbelievable, wouldn't you say? If I told you that existed and didn't show you, you would never believe me. You would call me a liar. Well, I find it's easier just to show it, no?" Marj fell to her knees with her hands on her face crying. Ricky let her sob for a time before squatting down next to her. "Ma'am? Are you okay? Here, come up, let's get you some water." He led her back to the bathroom and let her splash water on her face and towel herself down. Marj continued to quietly cry. "Ma'am," he continued, "please, don't be too tough on yourself. You've had sex before right? You're married, you had a child yes?" Marj's red face nodded at him in the mirror. "It doesn't have to be a bad experience. You don't have to feel bad about yourself. It's not your fault, and it's only this one time. From what I heard, before you were married you were a bit of a girl, ma'am." He was smiling at her, charming her. Ridiculously she laughed through her tear-strewn face at the thought of those long lost days of sex and drugs. Ricky came in behind her and held each shoulder, looking over at her in the mirror. No Good People "I'm sorry ma'am, but it's going to happen. I know you don't want this, but it's going to happen, I'm afraid it has to. I think we should just try and make the best of it. There are three strong men here, there's nothing you could have done, nothing to feel guilty about." Marj said nothing. Her face showed resignation. "I think we should just go and get it done, make the best of the situation, okay? Are you going to be okay, ma'am?" Again Marj was silent but she washed and toweled her face again and stopped her tears. Ricky reached around and undid the belt on her robe. Marj closed her eyes as he pulled it from her shoulders, separating the sides and letting it drop to the floor. He looked over her shoulder at Marj's nudity in the mirror. "Wow. You are still very beautiful." Marj went red. "Ma'am, truly, I wish it could have been me that was with you." After a moment more admiring he said, "Come, let's go." Ricky took Marj's hand and led her naked back into the bedroom. The stares of the other two embarrassed her - but they were impressed, she could see it in their eyes. At least that was some consolation. "Jacky, get undressed, all of it. Now here's what we are going to do. Ma'am, I want you to come up on the bed, up on your hands and knees. The Schlong is going to fuck you from behind, okay? Jacky, hurry up, okay, over here. Now, Vince, give me the gel." The beer took a tube from his pocket and passed it to Ricky as he helped Marj onto the bed. "Ma'am, you are doing really well," he smiled at her genuinely, incongruously. How can this guy be so nice, she thought, as he organizes this terrible event? At his direction she spread her legs and dropped her face to the mattress, her vagina brazenly open to the three of them. Having that 4-month crazy experience when she was young was the only thing that kept her sane. "Ma'am, don't be surprised, I'm going to have to touch you, just a little bit. I'm going to put some gel on you, okay, to stop any pain and any problems. It means I'm going to have to touch you, are you ready?" Marj gave the smallest of nods. Ricky started up near her ass and ran a line of cold gel all the way down to her clit. With his fingers he spread it all around the surface in a surprisingly non-sexual way. When she was wet all over he put the opening of the tube and forced it against her own opening. Squeezing hard, gel poured into her tunnel, seemingly the whole bottleful. With one finger Ricky spread it around her insides in the way that a doctor might. Marj shook her head, this was too bizarre. When he was done, Ricky spoke. "Okay, here's what is going to happen. Ma'am, take this sheet of paper. I want you to read this into the phone when I tell you. Jacky, up here behind her. That's it." Marj began to silently cry again as she felt the hands of this slimy stranger on her bare hips, his ballbag against her ass and his monstrously long cock along her back. She couldn't see, but it felt hard. "Ma'am. I'm calling your husband. I want you to read what it on this piece of paper. You must not say anything else, not even hello, do you understand? Just read this what's here. Have you got that?" Marj nodded. "Ma'am, just to be clear, if you say anything else other than what's written here, what do you imagine might happen to you, or perhaps to your family?" Marj turned and looked at him. It was a serious threat, the cool calculated voice told her he would almost look forward to her messing up. "I'll do it," she whispered. Ricky tipped his head and told her she was doing just fine. "Okay, get ready, let's do it." He pressed 'send' on the phone and handed it to Marj. Butterflies swam in her stomach as she heard it ring and ring and ring without answer. It went to voicemail. She waved the phone at Ricky and mouthed 'voicemail'. He took it from her and hung up. "Okay, stand down, take a rest for a couple of minutes," he told her and the Schlong. Jacky pulled back off the bed and paced the room, pulling on himself, trying to keep his erection. Marj could see it all now, the size of it when hard. To be fair it wasn't that much different that when it was hanging down, but undoubtedly it was far more than she could possibly take inside her, surely? All of them jumped when they heard the phone ring back. "Positions, quick, now!" Ricky yelled. Upon prompting Marj lifted her hips back into the air, offering herself to Jacky who again positioned behind her, hands on hips, the tip of his cock pushing at her flaps. Ricky pressed the button and handed Marj the phone. For a moment she didn't know what to do. Should she say hello, or start reading the paper? What if it wasn't Michael who was calling? Her hesitation meant the other end of the phone spoke first. "Hello, Marj, are you there?" Marj looked at Ricky and he pointed at the paper. Marj swallowed and coldly read: "The brotherhood is at the door, about to enter. It will only stop in your presence. You need to come home." The moment she finished reading it all, Ricky nodded to Jacky. Jacky held her hips and plunged. As gelled up as she was, Marj was not physically or mentally prepared for what happened to her. The horse behind her had thrust as deeply into her as his first push would allow. Marj screamed in guttural terror at the size of the cock in her vagina. Ricky took the phone and held it at her mouth as the monster in her cunt pulled out slightly then plunged back in, getting further inside than before. "Oh! Oh! Ooooh!" she screamed. Jacky pulled out again and thrust in further, he seemed to have hit Marj's natural limit, but there was still plenty of cock left outside of her. He held and pushed, slowly edging more of himself inside, to the horror of Marj. "Aaaaahhhhh!" That was enough for the phone; Ricky hit the red button then flipped it over and pulled out the battery. He set the time on his stopwatch. Meanwhile on the bed in front of him Jacky the Schlong carved in and out of naked Marj with professional vigor. Ricky could hear the other phone downstairs ring and ring then go to voicemail. Then again, and again. Marj didn't notice, she was trying to get her body and mind around the extraordinary sex that was happening to her. Ricky spoke to Vince. "So, now you and I wait. You want to watch this, or go wait out front?" Vince shrugged a reply. "Ok," Ricky continued, "you stay and pass him the gel occasionally. I'll wait out front; see that our target's alone. Jacky, keep it up. Remember, you can't blow until he gets here. Do a good job." With that Ricky went out to the front lounge to watch the driveway. Jacky the Schlong couldn't be sure how long he would need to keep fucking so he slowed to more gentle strokes. After a while he pulled out and flipped Marj over, looking down at her front as he used his hand to guide and push his cock back inside her. She wasn't fighting at all, not closing her legs or stopping him. Her face was blank and acquiescent. She couldn't take all of him, no one ever could, but he was getting further into her than most. "Your cunt feels good," he told her, leaning down over her face. He pushed in as far as he could. Marj arched her back and gasped. Instinctively she grabbed the ass of the man in her cunt. "It...so...big," she whispered. "You like it?" Jacky said in her ear. "It hurts," she complained, taking the weight of his slight body against her bare breasts. "But do you like it?" Marj shook her head. The Schlong pushed harder up into her and she wrapped her legs around her attacker and cried. She cried in pity for herself and in guilt for allowing her body to so easily let this cock turn her on. All those thoughts were lost, though, as her attacker started pumping. Feeling that log pulling in and out, opening and closing her, she was amazed at his sheer size and stamina. When his mouth hit her breasts she became lost in a sexual cloud. When he flipped her up and over she rode him and humped like a lover. When he sucked bruises near her nipples she screamed like a teenager and when they kissed she sucked his tongue as hard as her cunt gripped his cock. That huge, monstrous cock. Her cunt had adjusted to the thickness, so they were doing all they could to adjust to the length. The Schlong wanted to her to take all of it and Marj was helping. Ricky had said it, right? Three strong men, what could she do, it wasn't her fault that she regressed back to those wild months in college. Out front Ricky smiled at the screams of Marj being fucked. It wasn't pain and terror in those notes, it was ecstasy and glee. He was glad Marj wasn't being terrorized, making her miserable was not the purpose. In fact, if she enjoyed the ride Jacky the Schlong gave her, even better. The plan was to pull the husband into line, to remind him of his agreed obligations. If his wife enjoyed her fuck, all the better to torment him. For all the confidence in his planning and ability to execute, Ricky was getting nervous though. It was taking too long. From Braithwaite's office to home should only be half an hour, perhaps 45 minutes at most. Marj had been grunting and groaning upstairs for an hour. Just how good was Jacky the Schlong, though! No wonder he was in such hot demand by the industry. To keep that thing hard for so long, to stay in control and not blow his load - he was a natural star. Marj would be hurting by now, no doubt, even with all the gel they brought. Eventually, just past the hour the Maserati of Michael Braithwaite rolled into the drive. Ricky shook his head at the lack of urgency. It seems Braithwaite didn't quite comprehend the seriousness of the matter, the arrogant bastard. He soon would. Ricky watched Braithwaite saunter across the drive to the front door, positioning himself in a blind part of the corridor. Normally it would be bad practice for a single man to take on someone the size of Braithwaite, but Ricky wasn't just a normal criminal. No man had ever beaten him one-on-one. Never. If they had he would be dead, he would have kept scrapping until they killed him. Braithwaite was big, and Ricky had no doubt he could get angry, but Ricky had surprise, he had knowledge and he had years of on-the-job experience. And every battle was a challenge. If he died, then he died. What better way to go? As it turned out, there was little to worry about. As Braithwaite walked past his hiding spot, without warning Ricky stomped his foot sideways on Braithwaite's knee, buckling it. That would take surgery to fix later. As he dropped, Ricky bashed hard at a point behind his ear. It wouldn't concuss but it would disorientate any man for more than a minute and create a huge ringing in the ears. Before Braithwaite knew what was going on, he was prone on the floor in pain and confusion with his hands cuffed behind him. "Nothing better than police handcuffs," Ricky said to the room. "Got to give the cops credit for that." He gave Braithwaite a couple of minutes to get over the shock and the initial pain before talking. "Mr. Braithwaite," he said demonstrably clicking the timer on his watch. "One hour nine minutes. Not very quick sir. You have prolonged the experience of your wife. I expect she must be getting quite tired by now. Shall we go see?" Ricky Rigola spent hours each day in the gym. Even so, dragging Michael Braithwaite by the collar across the living room and down the hall would have been impossible if they didn't have such nicely polished floorboards. He stopped when they reached the carpet at the bedroom door. He flipped Braithwaite over so he had a view into the room. What he could see was his wife's naked body laying over the body of a naked man. A cock was up her cunt. A massive, freak cock. Marj was in a different place, eyes closed, mouth open, slowly and sensually dragging her cunt up and down that cock as best she could. Braithwaite was stunned to silence. "Jacky. Now please," Ricky mouthed calmly and quietly, not disturbing Marj. Jacky the Schlong did as asked. He grabbed Marj's hips and pumped frantically from below. Within thirty seconds he was arching and beginning to groan. His hips began to spasm. Marj felt it coming up his tube like a mouse running up through a sock. When it erupted it was a lava spurt, momentarily it burned her insides. It kept coming like someone had turned the garden hose on full. For a brief time Marj worried he was peeing. But when he'd finished, when she finally gingerly inched herself off the monster stuck up her, there was nothing but white gunk everywhere. She stood on the bed over Jacky the Schlong and watched his semen pour out of her and onto the sheets. "Holy shit," she said, mesmerized. She didn't know her husband was on the floor behind her watching it dribble out like so much white diarrhea. Ricky stepped down the hall and grabbed the ankle of Michael's good leg. He dragged him back to the living room. Michael was still too shocked and confused, and mostly scared, to say anything. He waited for Ricky to speak. "Mr. Braithwaite. No hard feelings, I want you to know that. This is strictly business." Michael coughed in surprise. How could this not be personal, his knee looked broken and they fucked his wife with a python. "You have an agreement with my father's business to achieve certain goals by certain times. At one week late, you were politely asked, do you remember? Yes, you and I spoke. At two weeks late, you were asked even more politely. We had a nice lunch that day. At three weeks late, there are no more requests Mr. Braithwaite, this is what happens. That monster in there fucked your wife for as long as you took to get here. One hour and nine minutes is a long time to get fucked by a cock that size wouldn't you think? And do you know how much cum a professional of his nature can build up? Well, I guess you do, right? You saw that stream flowing out of your wife." Ricky dropped silent. Michael lay back on the floor and closed his eyes. "Just so you know, your wife screamed and fought for the first half hour, until the energy ran out and she gave in to it," Ricky lied. "I think she was hoping you came home a bit sooner than you did Mr. Braithwaite. But you took your time. Seems you are quite slow at a number of things, Mr. Braithwaite. You may wish to look at changing some behaviors." Jacky the Schlong and Vince the beer came out into the living room. Jacky was redressed and looked tired. Ricky nodded them to the front door and they moved outside. "Mr. Braithwaite. Let me repeat myself. It is very important you understand this is just business. We enjoy the partnership we have, and look forward to many years of mutual success," he said. But then he leant down closer to Michael's ear. Michael was shaking. "But Mr. Braithwaite. I don't think you want to find out what happens when you are four weeks late." ******************** After that the family moved house. They didn't go far, just a couple of suburbs away. Kob didn't have to change schools and she never could work out what was wrong with the old place. If her father had fallen down the steps in the back yard, then the steps to the loft of the new house were hardly going to be different. Even worse. But they moved and after a while she forgot about all the questions she had, especially when she found out her secret love Matt lived at the other end of the same street. It only took her five years to get him to kiss her. ******************** On the way home from school there was a spot just the right size for two people. It was under a line of manicured shrubs planted up against the dry cleaners at the back of a roadside shopping complex. You could mostly duck in and out without being seen. Once inside it opened out perfectly, you could stand comfortably and through the foliage you could see out but not in. Kob and Matt had been in there almost every day for two weeks. Each time they dared only steal about 15 minutes so they wouldn't be missed, but that short quarter of an hour was being filled more effectively. The first time they went in they didn't even kiss until it was time to go, a short awkward peck. Since then kissing had become a staple. As had Matt's hands under her skirt, on her ass, squeezing her panties, his hard-on pushing against her belly and mound. Buttons came undone at the front, at first just one or two but now all of them. Kob's bra pushed against Matt's bare chest. She didn't yet dare let him touch the skin beneath her underwear but the time was getting close. "Matt. No. You can't." Matt's hand was down at her thigh, pushing upward to the rim on her panties, picking at the elastic, moments away from feeling wetness run onto his fingers. After hearing 'no' he changed tack, he ran his hand over the outside of her panties, pushing her underwear into her flaps and running his finger up to flick her clitoris through the material. "Oh shit. Matt. Not...no...not here," Kob gasped, gripping at his forearm, holding it while he made her twitch. After a minute and half she reluctantly pushed his hand out from between her legs, worried she might not get him to stop. She was shaking, her clitoris rock hard. "Where?" he breathed into her ear, his hand moving up onto her bra-covered tit. "I want you to meet my family first." Kob's back arched slightly as Matt pulled her bottom half tight against his boner. "What are you talking about?" "I want you to meet my family." "What's that got to do with it?" "I don't want...it's hard to explain..." "Try." "I just, I don't want to...I think my Mom will be able to tell. When I introduce you I want it to be before anything happens." Matt stepped back and looked into Kob's face. He knew how strong she was compared to other girls, it was part of the reason why he was making such a polite effort to take his time to get into her pants. "So you want me to meet your folks before I do this?" Matt grinned, reaching down and grasping between her legs, pushing her underwear into her hole. For longer than before Kob let him linger, breathing heavily, her body was ready for what Matt wanted to do to her. She wished her panties were off, that it was his bare fingers flicking inside her. Shaking her head Kob put both hands to his chest and pushed him back into the leaves. She straightened her skirt and started to redo her buttons. "You are a sight..." whispered Matt, watching her ruffled hair fall over her shoulders, her chest push out against the small lacy bra - noticeably better underwear than what she wore the first day he unbuttoned her shirt. "So," he continued, "you want me to meet your Mom and Dad?" Kob nodded. "Then we can...," he nodded at her pelvis but didn't finish the sentence. They both knew what he meant. Kob nodded again. "Yes." A tingle went through her shoulders, her spine and the back of her neck. She had just committed her vagina to him. Wow. "But just touching," Kob warned after a pause to think about what she had done. "I'm not getting pregnant; I can tell you that now." Matt's demeanor slumped slightly, he wanted to fuck her, not just finger her. But he shrugged it off. Once her pants were off anything could happen, right? That friend of his cousin last Saturday, her bottoms came off 'just for a little bit', but in the end she couldn't stop it. His cousin had made his girlfriend bring a friend over to swim, kind of like a double date. After the pool, when the girls were still in their bikinis, his cousin had taken his girlfriend into a bedroom and left Matt with her friend on the sofa in the back room. They didn't know each other but Matt jumped her anyway. He ignored her resistance; he kissed her and pushed away her bikini top to suck her breasts. When he pulled hard at her panties she begged him to leave them on, she had a boyfriend, she said she couldn't cheat on him. Matt insisted. No Good People "Please, don't take them off," the girl had begged. "Just for a little bit. Just for a look." "No. Please." "Just for a little bit, I promise." "Just a little...are you sure?" the girl asked, her breasts bare to him already. "Of course. Just to look." "It has to be. You need to promise. Just for a minute, please, my boyfriend will kill me." "I promised already," Matt had grinned before lifting her hips and rolling her bikini bottoms off. He fucked her twice before her panties went back on. The poor thing was uncomfortable being naked. She was nervous of having his cock in her without a condom. She didn't fuck back at all, she just lay there anxiously as he did her from the front the first time and behind the second time. It was obvious she wasn't on the pill but she didn't say anything when he came in her the first time, just winced her face and cried. He thought she would fight to get away when his cousin walked in on them half-way through the second fuck, but she didn't move at all. She stayed on all fours and let his cousin watch her being screwed and cum in. With a cock in her she was a zombie. Matt prayed that Kob would fight and scream properly when his buddies watched him fuck her. He hoped that he'd have to hold her down, that she fought and struggled to cover herslef while he kept nailing her. Just the thought made him even harder than he was already. "Okay, let's go," Matt said firmly. "What do you mean?" Kob frowned. "Your folks, let's go see them." "Now?" "Yes now! The sooner the better, this minute if I could. Kob, I want you as soon as I can, I don't want to wait any more." "We can't just go there now!" "Why not?" "Well, Dad will be at work for a start, and I don't even know if Mom will be home." "There's one way to find out." "No. No way. No way are you coming over, what if she's not there? If Mom knew I had a boy at home with no one around...no way." "Ring. Call home." "Just...wait," Kob calmed him, doing up her final button and patting her skirt straight. She looked at his face. This boy, he was everything she wanted. He was cute, fit, nice. He was the one 'popular' guy that used to give her time before she broke from her cocoon. And he wanted her, it was in his face. He didn't want to wait, she believed him. She smiled, stepped forward and kissed what she thought was her lovely man. "Let me go home first, talk with her, get her prepared. Give me half an hour?" Matt nodded, it was okay, he could wait 30 minutes. "I'll call you when it's clear," she told him. Matt hesitated. No way could he nervously wait for a call. "No. I'll be there in 30 minutes. You call me if I can't come over." Kob sighed. That put her under more pressure. "Okay. But you better make it 45 minutes, give me time to be sure she's not going to throw a fit..." Kob kissed him and left the bushes first. She was terrified of what she just promised, rushing home to talk to her Mom about a boyfriend just so he could finger her. At least it couldn't happen that same day. If she introduced Matt, her Mom was hardly going to let them go back outside together or be unsupervised at home. Matt and her would fool around one day, but not that day. It made her load a little easier as she scurried home. ******************** While Kob and Matt were ducking into the bushes down by the dry-cleaner, Ricky Rigola kept watch at the front window of the Braithwaite house. This time Michael Braithwaite's Cayenne raced into the front yard and Michael hurriedly dashed toward the front door. Ricky could usually tell from a glance if someone was armed. Michael wasn't carrying himself as if he was carrying a gun, so Ricky seated himself in the sofa on the far side of the entrance lobby listening to Michael scramble with the keys. "Where is she, you fuck?" came the puffing demand as soon as the door bundled open. "Mr. Braithwaite. Please. Take a seat." "Where the fuck is she?" "I assure you she is okay." Michael dashed down the hall to the bedroom, then just as quickly back to the front living area. "Where the fuck is she?" "Mr. Braithwaite. Please. Sit. I assure you she is okay," Ricky said again, as patient and polite as ever. Michael ran to the back of the house where there was a huge crash and yelling and the breaking of glass. Ricky stayed in his seat, shaking his head. He could take any man down by himself, but these idiots he worked with, there were three of them down there and they were obviously struggling. It was one of the worst parts of his career, of his profession, that he was almost always surrounded by morons. Even his best men and confidants were all morons. The three idiots managed to drag Michael back down to the living area and dump him onto the sofa. "Cuffs?" Ricky asked with a shake of the head, as if them forgetting to handcuff people was a constant frustration. "At last, thank you. Gentlemen, if you could go back and watch Mrs. Braithwaite now, you've all been so helpful." The morons resented his sarcasm and the way he looked down on them, but they wouldn't dare do anything about it. Not against Ricky Rigola. He had so much power behind him, but he needed none of it. He didn't need money or influence to pull a man apart, he could use his hands. "So, Mr. Braithwaite, I take it you've seen your wife now? Are you happy that what I said was true? I assured you she was okay. I think it's time we started trusting each other, believing what we say to each other." Michael sat uncomfortably on the sofa, his hands behind his back. He had less fight in him now, he was getting a too old to have the presence and impact he once did. He had seen his wife in the back of the house, where the kitchen merged into the rear living room. The ceiling was open-beam; she was tied to one of the ceiling struts by a super-long chain and a set of handcuffs. She was clothed and didn't look like anything nasty had happened to her since she called. "37 minutes Mr. Braithwaite. Very quick. It seems you took the call more seriously this time." Ricky stood and moved over to where Michael sat. He nodded toward the hall and indicated Michael should follow him. They went back down to where his wife was tied. Ricky looked around the room. "Gentlemen, could you tidy that up?" he asked the morons politely. Several pots and a set of knives were strewn across the floor. Had Braithwaite being going for the knives? Ricky looked at him. He had best not get too casual with dear Mr. Braithwaite. "And sweep those broken glasses away if you could. Thank you." "Mr. Braithwaite, if you could join your wife?" Ricky pulled out a second set of long-chained cuffs, placing one end on Michael's wrist then flipping the length up over the thickest ceiling beam. Once both hands were secure he took the original cuffs and connected his leg to one of the heavy kitchen stools they had. That would keep him from causing too much mischief. "So, Mr. and Mrs. Braithwaite, here we are again. Though I must say I like these digs much better than the other place. The layout seems more...more functional, and I like the semi-upstairs loft thing. The pool out back, the landscaping is fantastic, you must pay someone to keep it so well groomed, surely? Very private, very nice. I mean it. You can't even see the neighbors. Oh, and these guys here, you've met Vince over there before. Those other two you probably don't know. Unfortunately Jacky the Schlong is no longer with us. You know with a cock that size it's difficult to have a brain as well, right? You've got to be more clever about where you stick a cock like that, huh? Some guys don't like the pleasure it can give their wife," Ricky said with a smile. Marj had told her husband that her experience that day had been torture. Ricky knew otherwise. "Mr. Braithwaite, why am I here?" "Ricky, please, you don't understand the business, we're in the middle of a merger..." Ricky walked around the corner of the breakfast bar as Michael's words drifted quiet. Leaning against the cupboard was a long rolled-up piece of cardboard, wrapped in tape. Ricky picked it up and walked over to where they were. He stood behind them and smacked Marj fair across the back with it. Ricky liked using this tool. It didn't really do much damage, but it sounded great. The 'thwack' was enormous, it sounded like it hurt like hell and certainly the initial sting was fantastic. It was a very theatrical way of making a point with someone without breaking their bones. "Mr. Braithwaite, would you say hitting a defenseless woman was rude, or not rude?" Michael glared at him wondering what this game was. "Rude or not rude. Come on, be honest." "Rude," Michael mumbled. "Correct, I agree. And when I call you Mr. Braithwaite and in return you call me Ricky, would that be rude or not rude?" Michael looked at him, but didn't answer. "Continue what you were saying, then, about the business...," Ricky told him. "The business, Mr. Rigola, we are going through a merger, there are cash-flow issues that just can't be ignored. It will only be a few months..." "The merger with Dolphin Boots, Mr. Braithwaite, is that what you are referring to?" Michael nodded. "Yes. It takes a lot of work to get through this merger with any degree of strength. We need to have cash in the bank." Ricky walked back to the other end of the kitchen bench and picked up a piece of newspaper. "You know, I envy you Mr. Braithwaite. You get to spend all your days with genuinely clever people. To do what you do, to still actually manufacture in this broken country, to be successful despite all the taxes and the unions and the miserable dockers sitting at their smoke-break half the day and the politicians that want to be your friend then screw you over with emission laws - yours is a brilliant life. Me, for me things are usually more simple. I'm surrounded by simple people. These gentlemen here hate me for constantly reminding them, but they are not clever men - they have little interest in the world outside their own day. They don't even think about what they may be doing tomorrow. The criminal element in this society, they just don't read a lot. But the problem with that is, Mr. Braithwaite, the problem is that you've got to be careful not to stereotype all criminals as the same." Ricky read from the paper: In the upcoming merger between Double Rubber Inc. and Dolphin Boots the word 'merger' is being used somewhat loosely. This is a take-over. Dolphin has cash in the bank but they have neither the multiple and complicated array of supply chains that Double Rubber has nor the myriad of distribution channels brilliantly procured over the years. In a strange quirk, even if Double Rubber Inc. was bankrupt it would still come out as the power player of this so-called merger. Of course that is hardly the case, Double Rubber is itself one of the most cash-rich companies in the industry and has enough funds to look seriously at other targets beyond this current move on Dolphin. After a period of silence Michael spoke. "That's just one opinion." Ricky held up other newspaper cutouts. "Shall I read all these?" Michael looked at the floor. "Distribution channels. Why does Dolphin not have supply channels, Mr. Braithwaite? Tell me. Clearly." "Because you broke them." "Because I broke them. And why does Double Rubber have a 'myriad of distribution channels brilliantly procured over the years', Mr. Braithwaite?" "Because you gave them to us." "You know, reading this, it's like a drug. Brilliantly procured. That's me, they're talking about me, in the business pages. Just wonderful. But, none of this is the point Mr. Braithwaite. This is the third week. You are fully aware of what happens in the third week." A look of horror returned to Marj's face. "No, not this time ma'am," Ricky said, reading her face. "It seems that having a strange man cum in Mr. Braithwaite's wife does not seem to have a permanent effect on his behavior." "It's been five years since there was a problem Ric...Mr. Rigola. Please. Take me to the den; I can organize something right now." "That's very helpful, Mr. Braithwaite. That'll help avoid the penalty for being four weeks late. But today is 3 weeks and one day. You can't turn back time can you Mr. Braithwaite? Even that would be beyond your power I suspect?" Marj looked at her husband. Forget it, she thought to him. As polite as this guy tries to be, he wants you to fuck up. He wants to give the penalty. Given the chance, he's not going to give it back. Ricky read her mind and smiled. "So, given you don't learn from your wife being fucked, we thought we would try something different this time." Michael froze in terror, his eyes wide and his face drained of color. Ricky saw it and burst out laughing. "No, Mr. Braithwaite! Not your chubby ass! Who here is going to stick their cock up your fat white butt? This isn't our penalty," he said in fits of laughter, taking some time to calm down. "No, Mr. Braithwaite. It's time we were introduced to your daughter." Ricky knew the impact that would have. The screaming, the wailing, the pleading, the begging. Then the rage. Pulling on the chains, swinging out at the chairs, smashing anything they could reach. This went on for some time. Ricky and his men stood back and watched, letting them burn their emotions and their energy. "We wait," was all he said when they were done. ******************** Kob's heart pounded most of the way home. She had talked with her mom about boys in general, but never any specific boy. Her mom was so conservative; she gave such a sour face whenever people talked about girls that screwed around. Kob knew she had to be careful if she wasn't going to offend - though in the background was the ever-unspoken fact that her mom and dad weren't married until her first birthday party; they never fully explained that. Walking past Matt's house she looked straight ahead, pretending to anyone watching that his place held no special interest to her. Half way down the street she saw a bright yellow Camaro that she'd not seen before. As she walked past she noticed a long-haired Italian-looking woman in the front seat holding a mobile phone to her ear but not talking. She looks like she is on a stakeout, Kob laughed to herself, in a bright yellow car. Pretty stupid if she was! Kob slowed her walk and began to rehearse what she would say to her mom. Best to just come right out and say it, she decided. Mom, there's a boy I like. Or, Mom do you mind if I have a boyfriend? Or perhaps better to say Mom there's a boy coming over today. Okay, start with that. Mom, there's a boy coming over to visit me today. Turning into the drive proved a shock, her dad's car was there, parked untidily. That was unusual, and it wasn't going to make her Matt-talk very easy. Kob took three deep breaths and unlocked the door. She dumped her bag and turned to the living room to see two strange men. Instinct told Kob they were not good men, and were not here for good things. She turned back to the front door. When she opened it the Italian lady from the yellow car pushed in and locked the door. She confidently grabbed Kob by the hair and pulled her along the passageway to the back room where her parents were tied by chains to the ceiling. She threw Kob at the feet of Ricky Rigola. The two other men followed in behind them and stood in the doorway to the hall. It all happened so fast Kob hadn't time to think, nor scream. She was still in shock, thoughts of Matt gone to dust. "Mom, Dad, what's happening?" "Ricky you bastard, leave us alone. She's just a kid!" her mother screamed. Ricky picked up the piece of cardboard again, calmly moving around to Marj's side. This time he belted her fair in the stomach with it. Thwap! "Mom!!" Kob yelled. "Ma'am. Mrs. Braithwaite. I've been very polite to you. 'Mr. Rigola you bastard' please." Kob crawled over to her mother and father and knelt between them. The room was a mess, things thrown everywhere. "Dad, what's happening?" Kob asked, shivering. Michael found it hard to answer. Ricky took hold of the hesitation. "Miss Braithwaite, don't worry. Everything is okay. Seriously. Your father here is a good businessman, and sometimes to be a good businessman not everything goes smoothly, not every single day. It's natural. Normal. But there is no danger. Your dad's company is healthy, his family is healthy, tomorrow this will all be gone away and will never come back. I expect. That's right Mr. Braithwaite, this is the last time we'll have to be here, right?" "Please. Please. I'll do anything. Don't do this. I'll pay. Double. Triple. I'll give you anything you want. Name it. Please don't do this," Michael begged. "Do what Daddy, do what? What do you mean?" Kob began to reel in panic. "Mr. Braithwaite, I've already named what I want. And in the absence of my muse, Jacky the Schlong, I think this time I'll take the task myself." Michael and Marj Braithwaite again lashed out verbally and physically, threatening them all. "I'll never work again. I'll shut the place down. You'll never get anything!" Michael yelled out. Ricky smiled, expecting it to come to this. He waited for the parents of young Kob to run out of venom, and then calmly explained. "Mr. Braithwaite. That's the beauty of all this. The company you have created, we have created, is now so big that it runs itself without you. And if you were to destroy it all, well, that would mean being four weeks late. And I don't think you want to be four weeks late," Ricky said with a low voice and confident smile. "Maria, take young Miss Braithwaite to her room, then the shower. Clean her up, wash and dry her hair, all of that. She can get dressed but put her back in her school clothes, fresh clean ones please. Stay with her to make sure she is safe." Kob clung to her dad's leg. Ricky came over to squat down next to her. "Miss Braithwaite. Please. You need to go with Maria. I promise your parents will not be hurt while you're gone. It's true that I am by definition a criminal, young miss, but I assure you I am honest. No harm will come to your parents whilst you and they do as asked. Do you understand?" As calmly as it was delivered, the threat was clear. Kob looked up at her parents. Her father couldn't look her in the eye; her mother mouthed 'I'm sorry'. Maria leaned down and lifted Kob by the shoulders. She put an arm around her and leaned in. "Which way is your room, honey?" she asked gently. With that they disappeared down the hall. Ricky moved over to Vince and spoke quietly with him. "Get out to the car. Call me if anything happens." ******************** After Kob left, Matt walked home a different way so they wouldn't chance being seen together before she spoke with her mom. As it happened he came out of the access alley on the street just as she went around the corner. Sneaking up quickly after she turned, he watched her walking down toward her house. A shiver went down his neck and spine again. She was so gorgeous. That ass. The way she moved. He was going to take off that skirt and take off those panties under it. That ass would be his, that pussy would be his. Kob's whole life would revolve around the fuckings she would get. He would fill her cunt with cock and with whatever else he could find. His favorite thing was to get girls drunk and then stick the empty beer bottles up them. Curiously he also saw a beautiful woman with dark hair, jeans and white t-shirt silently glide out of a bright yellow sports car and follow behind Kob, turning in where she did. That woman had a gorgeous ass, too. One at a time, he told himself, one at a time, he was already trying to juggle Kob around with the bikini girl coming over to be fucked again on Saturday.