Richard Van Dorne - Ravished wife

"O.K., now listen: I don't want you to do the same thing with her this time. I want you to feed Jocko well today. Do you know why?"

Red knew Jocko but he couldn't see the connection between feeding the giant St. Bernard and punishing the girl.

"You're going to take Jocko and Carl over to Paula's this afternoon and do some training. Get the picture?"

Red still wasn't sure, but a wide grin spread across Carl's face. He knew exactly what Wade had in mind.

"I'm putting you in charge, Red, so that you can teach the girl how to screw with the dog."

Immediately Red's face flushed with pleasure. He remembered that the dog had been trained before to perform sexual intercourse with another girl while a group of high paying customers watched. Red had enjoyed the training before the show, because he had taken turns with Jocko, each of them screwing the girl until she had finally collapsed from exhaustion and humiliation.

Wade's face turned very serious. "I don't want you to trade off with the mutt like you did the last time, dammit."

Red felt a pang of disappointment, but Carl knew it was only temporary, and Red would do whatever he pleased with the girl.

"You almost killed her," Wade continued, "So you can't do the same thing this time. Understand?"

Red held his lips tight, trying not to pout, and nodded his head.

"I won't do it, Boss. Whatever you say."

"Good!"

"Can I fuck her once, Boss?" Red suddenly asked like a child.

"Sure, Boss, why not," Carl intervened. "That way he can soften that warped little pussy of hers up so that she'll be more ready for the dog."

Red looked at Wade and saw that he was going to say no.

"What if I just have her suck me off, Boss," he pleaded, hoping for some sort of consent to torture the young prostitute.

"Hey, Boss," Carl said again. "She's gotta suck the dog off for the show, so why not let her practice with Red. Hell he oughta get something out of it. It was his order that she refused."

Wade thought for a moment longer, then opened a drawer and took out a cigar.

"O.K., Red. You can let her suck you, but Goddamnit, you better not hurt her, not like the time you beat her up. She is one of the best I have and I don't want her put out of work for another month. We got a busy season ahead."

"Hey!" Red exclaimed, jumping out of the chair, totally pleased with himself.

But Carl interrupted, "What about Sammy?"

"Leave the kid to me," Wade said. "He's a nice kid. It's just that he doesn't know all the rules yet. If he hasn't run off with the take, then send him to me and I'll have a little heart to heart talk with him. He'll understand."

The matter was settled and Red went for the door, eager to feed his dog and get over to Paula's. He knew that the dog only performed well on a full stomach, so he would be sure to give him plenty of good red meat.

"Hold it, Red," Wade said softly. "I've got another surprise for you."

Red turned and looked for a sign from Carl. He wanted to know if the surprise was going to be good or bad. He immediately broke into a grin when Carl nodded and motioned him toward the chair.

"You remember that newspaperman who's been snooping around so much?" Wade asked, almost sure that he didn't remember, even though Red's head nodded immediately. "Well, he's found out too much, so I want you to teach him a lesson he'll never forget."

Red's grin grew as he pictured himself working Lee over with his huge fists until the man would drop dead. He'd done it before for Wade and enjoyed it almost as much as beating up the girls he would rape.

Wade pulled a folder from the middle drawer in his desk. It was complete, except for a picture, but he was sure he could get one soon. For months he had a detective follow Jeff's every movement and dig into his past. He held in his hand a complete dossier of the editor's life from the time he was twenty-five.

"Right here," he said smiling, "Is how we're going to get Mr. Lee. His wife, gentlemen, is a beautiful, but according to the report, sexually inactive young lady."

Red smiled at "sexually".

"Carl, women are really your specialty. How would you handle it?"

Pleased that he had been asked, Carl immediately developed a plan.

"If we're gonna get the husband through the wife, then he's gonna have to know all about it. You listening, Red?"

The red-headed bodyguard nodded.

"I can see her now," Carl said. "She'll be at home when we get there. It won't be hard to get in, and as soon as we are in, we'll give everything we've got."

"Fly, Carl," Red asked, hoping that he had contributed to the plan.

"Good idea! We'll fix her with some Spanish Fly, let it settle for a few minutes, then fuck the hell out of her?"

"Hey!" Red exclaimed, excited by the mental picture of what he could do.

Wade said nothing, listening all the time and enjoying himself. Jeff Lee had bothered him once too often, and now he'd take care of him for good. It sounds so good, Wade thought, I might even try a bite of the action myself.

"But the best part," he continued, pausing for a moment. "The best part is when we call her husband on the phone."

"Why do ya wanna do that?" Red asked, screwing up his nose in a puzzled look.

"Because, stupid, when we call her old man, we're gonna be screwin' her, and he'll hear it all."

"Then he'll come over, right," Red asked, sure he had guessed the answer.

"Right! But when he does, we don't mess him up," he paused for dramatic effect. "We make him watch instead."

"Hey!" Red shouted again gleefully.

Wade chuckled. "With all that fly in her the little bitch will be wilder than a fuckin' nymphomaniac. Yeah, Carl. I like that!"

"Yeah, Carl, me too!" Red added.

Sammy Wynn walked into the living room of Paula's apartment with a glass of milk and some cookies she had baked an hour before. Careful not to spill the milk, he set the glass on the coffee table and then searched for a magazine to read.

He was humming an unfamiliar tune, unaware that he made any sound at all. His first night in bed with Paula had ended at eight o'clock that morning and they had not slept at all. Sammy had never known a woman like her, and knew he could never find another. She had made him happy for the first time in his life, and could barely remember feeling any other way.

Picking up a copy of Life he settled back into the big easy chair and picked up his glass of milk. He had nothing else to do until Paula came back from the store except read and relax, and by God, I will, he thought.

He leafed through the magazine until he found a story that caught his interest and started to read, when suddenly a key clicked in the door. The noise startled him and he started to rise.

"Hi, Honey," he called out as the door opened inward.

"Hi, Honey, too, Sammy," Carl's voice said sarcastically from behind the door.

The syndicate! Sammy stood still, almost in shock. He had forgotten about Wade and the collection money he was supposed to turn in the night before. But how did they know he was here?

"Uh, hi, Carl. How are ya this morning?"

Carl was pleasant in his reply: "Fine, boy, and how are you?"

Sammy relaxed slightly at the tone of Carl's voice. Maybe they aren't mad after all, he thought.

"What brings you here?" he asked, anxious to hear a friendly answer.

"Just a friendly little call."

Sammy wasn't sure whether or not he should believe the bald-headed hood, but for the moment there was no other choice.

Suddenly Red came through the door tugging a leash. Sammy watched, his mouth open, as the biggest dog he had ever seen came following in behind Red. They were meant for each other, he thought, noting both their sizes, and apparent looks of complete ignorance on their faces. If Red grew his hair longer, Sammy thought, they could almost be brothers.