Debbi Matthews - Debbi_s dirt road

"And if I don't?"

"Baby," Willie chuckled, "you ain't got no

Debbi knew he had her. She had foolishly spent all of her accumulated money on living high. She had some jewelry, but like clothing, it was hard to get much money for it in trade. She couldn't rip Willie off this time. He'd be waiting for her to try something like that. But she'd be damned if she'd wait around to get kicked out. To hell with that bastard.

"You thinkin' of rippin' off little Willie? Well don't. I know too many people in too many places for that kind of shit to work. You just do like you're told and you'll stay out of jail… and alive," Willie said matter of factly. Debbi shivered at the warning and realized she was once more trapped.

Willie gave Debbi the keys to a Mustang he'd left parked at the curb. She went over the map before making the first drop. It was a two-mile drive to a middle-class section of the city. The man answering the doorbell didn't smile, but took the packet and handed her an envelope. The man closed the door without uttering a word. Debbi stuffed the envelope into her purse and went back to the car.

Once inside the relative safety of the car, Debbi couldn't resist the urge to look inside the envelope to determine the amount she had received. She counted thirty crisp, new hundred-dollar bills. The feel of the money was something Debbi wasn't familiar with. The amount was more than she'd ever seen in one lump before.

Debbi was tempted to open the remaining

packet to see what the substance actually was that she was delivering. It was expensive, to be sure, but she thought better of looking at it. She had two very good reasons: First, she wouldn't be able to tell cocaine from heroin, and secondly, she felt she could lie more convincingly that she didn't know what she was delivering, if the need arose. The possibility of getting involved with the police urged Debbi on more quickly to her next destination.

A woman in her early forties answered the doorbell and ushered Debbi inside. She seemed to be perspiring and her breathing was labored, as if she had just come from some strenuous activity.

"Forgive my appearance. But I've been attending to a little discipline," the woman said. Debbi wasn't all that interested, but the word "discipline" and the strange gleam in the woman's eye attracted her. Cindy had always had that same gleam of unleashed power. And Debbi knew that she herself must have had that same look when she punished Cindy for the last time. It was a look far more intense than mere lust, and much more terrifying in its implications.

"DC) you have the envelope?" Debbi asked. She didn't want to mention money. It seemed more proper and less illegal if she didn't acknowledge to anyone what she was doing.

"Business first," the woman replied, opening a drawer of a bureau in the room and producing an envelope. The exchange was made quickly.

"Did you say you had a discipline problem?" Debbi asked. She noticed the wink in the woman's eye when she asked the question. There was no use trying to deceive her. The woman could tell that Debbi was interested.

"Yes. My charge has been bad. And I'm giving him a little strapping," the woman said.

"What has he done?"

"I caught the little fellow pulling his prick off while he looked at some disgusting pictures. And I found came on his bed several times," the woman answered.

"That is bad," Debbi commented. She secretly wished she could have seen the body going into the throes of orgasm as his sperm fired out of his cock. Watching a man masturbate had always fascinated her.

"Would you care to watch?" The woman asked.

"Yes, I would," Debbi said, feeling the excitement beginning. She was even' more pleasantly surprised when she saw that the woman's charge was a male about her own age. His mouth was gagged and his hands were tied behind his back. He was lying on his stomach, and Debbi was fascinated by the thin red marks on his buttocks and thighs. On closer inspection, Debbi found them to be deep and ugly welts. The thin line of blood had dried in each cut, and the helpless boy winced ip additional pain as Debbi ran her hands over the punished area.

"Would you like to help me discipline him? About twenty more lashes should do it," the woman suggested, handing the thin switch to Debbi. She felt, numb and glassy-eyed as she eagerly accepted the weapon.

The first blow was, merely a test to discover the victim's reaction. It wasn't very hard, but it must have stung terribly the way the boy jumped around. Debbi increased the pressure and felt a warm trickle of pleasure as she made her helpless victim squirm.

"Perhaps you should take your nice clothes off. You'll surely stain them," the woman commented. Debbi shook in excitement as the woman helped her undress. "See, I was right. Your panties are

absolutely soaked with your juice. I think we should let him smell it, don't you?"

"Yes," Debbi answered. She was thrilled beyond her wildest imaginings at the situation she was in. She gasped as she watched the woman stuff her scented panties under the boy's nose and mouth. He breathed in her fragrance deeply.

"I'll undress too. Because of the heat," the woman commented, still keeping her facade of noninvolvement. Debbi was moving about restlessly, her thighs churning together. In another instant, Debbi knew she would have to put something between her legs and jerk off. But the woman understood exactly what must be done. She used her fingers on Debbi's cunt to satisfy the girl's raging need.

"Oh yes," Debbi whimpered, spreading her legs wider so the woman could successfully massage the fired-up region of her crotch. Her pussy was leaking out a large amount of fluid onto the woman's probing fingers.

"Finish your job," the woman advised, ushering Debbi back to her victim. This time she held nothing back. She whipped the boy with all the' lust-aroused strength in her arms.

The woman's mouth gobbled at the juicy, furry animal that was Debbi's pussy. As Debbi came, she went mad with the beating. When she finally came back to reality from the pleasure cloud she had reached, Debbi saw that the boy was lying completely still. His ass was very bloody. The warm and alive tongue at her crotch was now not so urgent. It was fortunate the bedsheets were made of plastic. A large pool of blood was forming on them.

"That was exciting," the woman commented. She slowly got to her feet. Debbi still stared at the

awesome sight in front of her.

"Don't you want to come?" Debbi asked at length. She was more than prepared to return the pleasure the woman had given her.

"I have, darling, I have," the woman replied. She planted. a wet kiss on Debbi's mouth. The taste of her own cunt was wickedly exciting, and she eagerly drank the woman's saliva as they kissed.

"He can't have enjoyed that much," Debbi commented, looking at the stilled figure.

"On the contrary. He was delirious. Look, I'll show you," the woman said. She went over to the injured boy and rolled him over. The unmistakable traces of semen were under his body, and his cock was still semierect.

"You mean some men actually enjoy being whipped?" Debbi asked, surprised that the boy had come from what he'd done to him.

"Hal', my naive one. Some men pay vast amounts of money to have a woman abuse them in any way she chooses," the woman explained, caressing Debbi's hair.

"I'd like that," Debbi commented absently.

"You know, if you ever get fed up with Willie and your work, you can have a job with an organization in Canada. They're based in Toronto and they specialize in women who have a taste for the bizarre. And the things they do there would make your cunt drool," the woman said.

"Sounds interesting," Debbi commented.

"Here's a card with my signature," the woman said. She took a card from her purse and signed it. "Mr. Fati has always liked my recommendations. And he'll take good care of you."