Klitzman's Isle (The Klitzman Stories Book 1)

by Paul Blades

  I did nothing to mollify Morianos’ outburst. This was not my game. I was as much at Morianos’ mercy as these two young captives. I had bigger fish to fry.

  Finally, Morianos tired of slapping the weeping girl’s breasts. They were pink and raw from their ordeal. The girl kept whimpering as she tried to halt her swaying body by jamming her toes into the floor.

  Morianos grabbed his beer and took a long pull at the bottle. He removed the money he had taken from the girl from his pockets and slowly counted it. “$1,500,” he noted. “Okay, now that’s something.” He stuffed the money back into his pants. “And tomorrow, you and your girl friend here are going to take a little trip. But tonight, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” He was pointing his knife at the reporter.

  Morianos turned to me pointing at the other girl. “You can have her.”

  Now I had been locked up for a little under four years: seven months awaiting trial, three years at Atlanta. I thought that I would never feel the soft squeeze of a pussy as long as I lived. The girl was attractive, nice sized tits, wide sensuous hips. But rape? I had never done that before, well, not actual forcible rape. The girls at Tony’s clubhouse, they were sort of convinced into it. They were paid afterwards too. Not that I was a purist mind you. But an actual forceful rape? That was something else.

  The Latino must have sensed my reservations. “What’s the matter, man, you don’t like pussy?” He laughed, “Don’t worry, she’ll never tell nobody, not where she’s going. And by this time next week, she’ll have had a hundred cocks up her twat.”

  I looked over at Morianos inquisitively.

  He looked at me surprised. “You really don’t know, do you?”

  “Know what?” I answered.

  “Know where you’re going man!”

  “Actually, I don’t”

  “You’re goin’ to Kliztman’s place, man! Pussy galore!”

  “And so?” I asked.

  “So none of them girls are volunteers, you know what I mean? They’re like sex slaves, man. Do anything you tell them.”

  The words of Bederson came back to me. He had said that Klitzman was into “every form of contraband you could think of”. Why was he so deliberately vague? If I had known that Kliztman was a flesh peddler, I might not have taken the bait. Kidnapping and raping women were not my thing. But I guessed they were now. Here I was, hopefully on the last leg of my journey to Klitzman’s island fortress, stuck out in the middle of the jungle with this fugitive from a “B” movie. There was no way to back out. Even if I could get back to civilization, what would I do? I had $250 in my pocket, not enough for a plane fare to Miami. All my connections were still in the joint and, most importantly, my protection. I looked at the comely, but forlorn girl. Do I fuck her or not?

  Then I remembered another thing I had been told, both by Bederson and by the guys who had lifted me from Atlanta. The gist of it was, “Do what you’re told.” Nobody had told me to fuck this broad. I doubted that Morianos’ say had any weight. If these girls were headed to Klitzman’s island, they were, or would be shortly, his property. Maybe he wouldn’t want me fucking around with his property? I had waited almost four years; I could wait another day, if what Morianos said was true.

  So I decided, very reluctantly, to hold myself in check. That didn’t mean that I couldn’t relieve myself though. The girl was staring at me quite forlornly. She was probably contemplating her upcoming ravishment. I didn’t need to dispel that notion immediately and so I let her enjoy the prospect a little longer. I stepped towards her and ran my hands over her breasts. They were warm and wet with the sweat of the girl’s fear. She whimpered slightly as I caressed them, enjoying their heft, their softness and smoothness. I flicked the nipples with my thumbs, encouraging them to hardness. The girl’s breasts fit nicely in my hands, just the right size. My cock was hard as a rock and I worried that I might shoot my load right in my pants.

  I took a moment to calm myself and then slipped my lips over the girl’s taut and neat left nipple. I almost swooned. Four years! It was a long time not to have been able to suck on a tit. I grabbed the girl’s ass with my hands and pulled her body into mine. As I did, I increased the pressure on her hands from the rope above and she gave a little squeal of pain. I ignored her complaint and moved my lips to her other breast. I knew that I could not hold on much longer.

  Leaning back, I pulled the girl’s panties to her knees. Her bush was wiry and tangled. Her cunt lips were hidden, confined by the creamy thighs that were held together so closely. I didn’t think I could hold myself in check if I explored any further and so I stepped back. I pulled my zipper down and freed my hard little boy. It was anything but little now and I encircled it with my right hand. The girl’s eyes, wide as saucers, were fixated on my rampant cock. She looked as if she expected a show and so I gave her one. It took about three tugs and my Johnson exploded. I was close enough to her that three pulsing streams of cum landed on her stomach. My cock throbbed with pleasure. I could barely stand as my knees weakened with my climax. I let the sticky flow cover my hand as I encouraged my joint to greater exertion. Finally, it had had enough, and I slowed my efforts to a tender caress. “Good boy,” I thought.

  The hanging girl looked disgusted and surprised at the same time. I wiped my hand on her tits. “Sorry honey, that’s all I can give you tonight. Maybe soon we’ll get to know each other better.”

  I zipped my fly, careful to avoid nipping my small friend and then downed the rest of my tepid beer. Morianos had said nothing about where I was to sleep and I didn’t want to go exploring, so I decided I would camp out on his couch. First I went outside and took a long, gratifying piss over the edge of the porch. The dull flavored cervejas had gone right through me. I shook the last drops free and returned inside. I looked at the girl. She was quite a display. I didn’t know whether I should let her hang or untie her so she could spend the night in some form of comfort. “Nah,” I thought. Why take any risks with her? She was apparently in for far worse and I didn’t want to be responsible for her escaping.

  I stood and admired her pleasing form. As I did, I could hear a whining female cry from the next room. My girlfriend heard it too, her eyes darting about. She looked at me pleadingly. She tried to talk, obviously to plea for release. Well, no dice, not tonight. I would be up to my eyeballs in shit if I did anything like that. I just patted her cheek and told her good night. Then, after dimming the lanterns, I lowered myself to the couch. For a while, the moans and cries of a helpless female kept me awake. Morianos at play. But then the wails and shrieks subsided and all that was left was the soft moans of the brown haired beauty next to me, swinging at the end of a rope. I dozed off.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  HER ORDEAL CONTINUES

  The three men take a respite from the torment of the young French girl. They don their robes and drift over to a small bar where they pour themselves some drinks. There is laughter and the exchange of ribaldries among them.

  The girl hangs limply in her bonds. She has no choice, really, being affixed so securely. She tries to imagine what is going to happen to her. She cannot let go of the idea that there is some mistake, or that somehow she will be freed once the men are done with her. Her ass still burns from the combination of the whip and the forced invasion of her most private place. She can still taste in her mouth the residue of Rukimo’s discharge. She is ashamed that she orgasmed when she was fucked by the thin man and closes her eyes and grimaces at the thought. She cannot close her mouth because it is still filled by the ring gag installed by Rukimo.

  The men return to admire the girl’s well-toned and curvaceous form. Rukimo reminds the men that they have yet to abuse her breasts. They agree that that must be done.

  The female’s bonds are loosened and she is drawn down off of the apparatus. She is grateful at being untied, but her feeling of relief is short lived. Once she reaches her feet, she is spun around and her arms are stretched backwards over the top of the device. Her wrist
s are affixed to the straps there on either side. A simple pumping mechanism, operated by foot, cranks the apparatus higher and higher until it presses up against her underarms and lifts her up. She is now dangling with her weight borne by her shoulders. Her toes barely touch the floor. As her arms are stretched back behind her, her breasts jut out like twin offerings.

  Rukimo takes from the wall, where it and a variety of other instruments of torture are displayed, a 30” long bamboo cane, wrapped in leather. He bends it to ensure its suppleness and swings it quickly in front of him, creating a “whooshing” sound. Thorndike and Cholo stand on either side of Rukimo, glasses in hand, poised to enjoy the upcoming spectacle. As Rukimo raises his hand to strike, there is a command issued by the fat man who has sat in the darkness all of this time observing the abuse of the girl.

  Nodding his assent, Rukimo removes the girl’s gag. It seems that the fat man wants to hear her scream. Thorndike has another suggestion and Rukimo nods. Thorndike takes two long leather thongs from a cabinet and brings them over to where the girl is affixed. She knows she is to be beaten again and her eyes are watering in anticipation of the pain she is to suffer. Thorndike has a plan that will make the pain more intense.

  He approaches the girl, who tries to shy away from him. Her lips are moving and a tiny whisper for mercy escapes. Thorndike looks at her and smiles. He has tied one of the straps into a loop and he circles the girl’s left breast with it. Drawing at the thong’s loose end, he draws it closed until the breast is captured in a tight ring. He confines the other breast similarly. Then he runs the loose ends of the straps over the girl’s shoulders and ties them off behind her neck. The tension of the straps pulls the breasts up, a more delectable target for the whip.

  The men wait and watch as the breasts begin to swell under their confinement. They are turning a light shade of purple as unrefreshed blood becomes pooled there. The breasts are now like little purple balls extruding from the young girl’s chest.

  Thorndike amuses himself by pinching and pulling at the nipples and softly slapping the breasts so that they swing side to side. Realizing the pain that will accrue from the whipping of her swollen tits, the girl now begins to plead again for mercy. Her resolve not to beg has dissolved. For the men, this is a good start. She will be screaming and begging for mercy in greater earnest in one moment.

  Rukimo lifts the cane again. This time no command issues for him to halt or delay, and he strikes the girl’s left breast with the supple cane. The sound that the cane makes as it strikes her flesh is akin to a 'whump!’ as the breast absorbs the blow. It is followed by a screeching yell from the girl. Rukimo delays, waiting for the pain of the first blow to subside before striking again. This time it is the right breast that is struck. The girl has never really stopped crying, but the volume of her sobs and wails had tapered off during the brief pause. Now they rise in a crescendo again.

  The girl’s whole body reacts to the blow. Her head turns side to side as she screams in pain. Her legs contract and she places her feet on the sides of the frame pushing as if she could propel herself off of the device to which she is cruelly strapped. Her chest heaves as she draws in the breath to scream her protests and her pain.

  Rukimo waits again. This time the girl knows that the pause is a deception. Another blow will soon follow. There is no reason to cease her loud pleas for a desistance in her torture.

  She is telling the men that she will do whatever they want. She offers to suck their dicks, fuck them. She knows someone with money; she can get it for them. She protests her innocence of any wrongful deed. Finally, she invokes the name of her deity. It is all absolutely useless. None of the men have understood a word.

  Rukimo has decided that he will speed things up a bit. He strikes a third blow, which is rapidly followed by a fourth and a fifth. The girl’s agonized contortions threaten to injure her, as she twists and turns her torso to the detriment of her shoulders and arms. Rukimo decides that she has had enough for now. She will remember this day as long as she lives. It is her introduction into her new life. She has been given fine examples of the body’s ability to absorb punishment.

  The men are randy again, having watched the delightful performance of the young girl. It is agreed that they will all fuck her again. It is a simple matter to raise the girl’s ankles and affix them to the top of the frame. She is now doubled up, her ankles by her ears. Her pussy is splayed open at just the right height.

  Cholo claims first rights, as he was the last to enjoy the girl’s body previously. All agree that this is appropriate and so Cholo sets himself in front of the girl, his cock poised at the entrance to her pussy. She opens her eyes to see the grinning face of the Latino. He has a gold tooth that gleams in the light. The girl has absorbed so much punishment that she has no strength to protest this new invasion of her body. As Cholo pushes himself deep inside her, she gives a little moan. Cholo is an expert cocksman and is not satisfied at the passive acceptance of his cock by the girl. And so he slowly ploughs the girl’s deep shaft, making sure that his cock rides gently over the apex of her sexual organ. It takes a while, but the blood begins to stir in the girl. She doesn’t want it, but nature must take its course.

  When Cholo sees that she has begun to breathe heavily, he redoubles his efforts. He holds her head with his hand and jams his tongue into her mouth. She tries to twist away, to close her mouth, but Cholo has gripped her cheeks with his strong right hand and he forces her still. The girl is issuing little whining noises as she tries to fight back the surging lust in her loins. Ultimately, she can hold back no more and she begins to come, jerking her torso wildly. Cholo comes too, slamming his cock home repeatedly, as if to force out his discharge.

  Thorndike supplants Cholo immediately. He wants to keep the girl on the boil. His long, thick cock slides in easily. The girl gasps at the new invasion and she is soon pumping her hips in a passionate frenzy. She comes twice more before Thorndike does.

  Rukimo steps up for his turn. He holds his hard cock in his hand and waits for the girl to calm herself. When she looks up, she sees his broad, jet-black face staring at her. Rukimo takes his hand and rubs the girl’s pussy, capturing some of the combined discharges of the girl and the two men who have just filled her. The girl’s anus is equally available as her sex and Rukimo spreads the slime over that tender hole. The girl barely notices at first. But when Rukimo presents his thick cock, she perks up. She remembers the pain of the assault by the Hispanic man and she tries to dissuade Rukimo in the form of mild but piteous pleas.

  But this time, to her surprise, Rukimo’s cock slides right in without obstruction. Her widespread legs, the lubrication Rukimo has applied and the fact that her muscles there have not yet retracted to their former state following the assault by Cholo, ease the penetration. It is a whole new experience. The girl discovers that the friction on the ring that surrounds her bottom hole is translated directly to her pussy. The feeling of fullness that Rukimo’s large hard cock is giving her is an indescribable sensation. As Rukimo plows away, slowly, but steadily, the girl’s passions are aroused once more. She can’t believe that she is approaching orgasm in this fashion, but there is no denying her extreme arousal. In the months and years to come, this will become her favorite form of copulation.

  As her breath becomes rapid with her approaching orgasm, Rukimo increases the speed and intensity of his strokes. He too is near his peak, but he is holding out so that he can enjoy the girl’s mutual release. As she begins to cry out in short, little exclamations, he penetrates her deeply. His cock pulses and spurts its load deep within her. Her eyes have rolled back and she shudders and trembles as the waves of forced pleasure stream over her.

  When he is done, Rukimo wipes his cock on a handy towel, removing the brown stains from the girl’s bowels. She lies suspended by her legs and her arms, limp and fatigued. Another round of drinks is called for.

  While the men refresh themselves, the girl stirs slightly. She is mortified and ashamed of her wa
nton responses to her nonconsensual use. She looks up. She sees the glow of the fat man’s cigar. She cannot make out his features, but can see the outline of his massive form. She realizes that he has been watching the entire time. Rukimo walks over to the man and asks him if he can get him a drink. The man declines. But he instructs Rukimo to have the girl cleaned up and presented to his quarters in an hour. Rukimo responds, “As you wish, Mr. Klitzman.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  TWO WOMEN TAKE A TRIP

  I awoke to the sound of a rooster crowing on the porch outside. It wasn’t exactly cool, but the sun had not yet heated the muggy air and so it was a comfortable time of day. I saw that the girl still dangled from her rope. “I bet she’s got to piss like a race horse,” I thought to myself. Well, I did. I stepped back out to the porch and let loose a stream over the balustrade. I didn’t know where the cultured gentleman I had met last night usually took his morning ablutions, but this was good enough for me.

  I returned inside the house and saw that Morianos was up. He led his ‘guest’ from the night before by a rope around her neck. She looked much the worse for wear. Morianos looked up at the other girl, still hanging from the rafter.

  “Cheeze, gringo,” he said. “Didn’t you fuck her?”

  “I wasn’t in the mood,” I replied.

  “Well, that’s your business,” he mumbled. “I got to get these bitches ready for the plane. It’ll be here in an hour.” He pulled out his knife. “Help me get this one down.”

  I helped Morianos release the well-stretched young woman from her bonds and she slid to the floor. She moved her arms stiffly and looked up at me with disdain. I didn’t know if it was because I made her hang there all night or that I had jizzed on her tummy. Either way, she would probably have to keep those kinds of looks to herself in the future.