Cruel Vengeance
The men entered the warehouse with two young Japanese schoolgirls, whose hands were bound with ropes behind their backs. "Ah, finally they are here," one of the gangsters said with a cold smile. "No problems?" he asked the guards.
"None, Mike," replied one of the big men. "These little geishas went along with the program." "Okay," said Mike, turning to the girls. "Do you know why you are here?"
"No," answered the girl with a ponytail. "Please, mister, we will do anything you ask just don't hurt us."
"Hurt you?" Mike uttered with a laugh. "Not really. You both are too young to understand the politics of our relationship with your uncle's firm. We helped him and he betrayed us. Ran away like a coward. It saddens me that you should suffer for his crime. But in our business there is no alternative. Our family's honor depends on it. Now, what's your name girl?"
"Satoko."
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"You look much younger. And you?" he turned the second girl.
"Yoshiko," the girl replied, lowering her eyes.
"How old are you, Yoshiko?"
"Fifteen."
"Jesus Mary and Joseph! You look like a damn kid."
"She is old enough for this Mike," said another gangster. "A blowjob will suffice for this one. The other can either enjoy it or hate it."
"Okay," Mike turned to Satoko. "You will have sex with my men while I teach Yoshiko how to please me with her mouth. My men will be gentle with you if you do not resist. You do exactly what they tell you understood?"
"Yes," Satoko said softly, her face red with fear and shame. "If we do what you want, will you let us go?"
"No," Mike replied flatly. "We are going to hang both of you and videotape your death. When we find your uncle we will mail it to him. Think of how he might react."
"By the neck?" Yoshiko asked.
"Of course," Mike said, walking up to her and taking her by the throat. "Nice neck," he commented, running his fingers down the soft cartilage. "Swallow please."
Yoshiko swallowed, and Mike felt her throat move under his thumb. "Excellent," he said.
"Now Satoko, let's see your neck."
"No," Satoko said lowering her chin to her chest. "I don't want to be hanged."
"No one's asking you," one of the men said pulling at her ponytail, forcing her head backwards to expose the smooth curve of her throat.
"Ah what a wonderful sweet flesh," Mike grinned at his men. "Hang this one first after we are done."
As Satoko was hauled away protesting and crying, Mike looked at Yoshiko and commanded her to get on her knees. Yoshiko obeyed and did as she was told.
"Good girl," Mike smiled unzipping his pants. "You probably never done this before." Yoshiko's eyes grew big at the sight of Mike's glistening tool throbbing with desire. He brought it up to Yoshiko's lips and took a firm hold of her head.
"Open your mouth, Yoshiko."
Yoshiko closed her eyes and opened her mouth. "Wider," Mike ordered. "That's good. Now suck me." Yoshiko began to suck, as Mike moved her head back and forth, pushing himself further into her mouth. Finally he buried himself in her to the hilt and began to thrust harder. Yoshiko's face turned red, but she endured the rape and only made soft, gurgling sounds, occasionally drooling the excess of saliva from her mouth. Mike enjoyed himself immensely, until he felt it was time to blow his load.
His sperm filed the teenager's mouth like hot thick milk and as he pulled out of her, several ropy streams hit the girl in the face.
Yoshiko coughed and sputtered, shaking her head, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"See, it wasn't hard was it?" Mike smiled coldly as he zipped his pants. Imagine what the other one is going through. He took her by the hair and forced her on her feet. "Let's go and say hello."
As they entered another part of the warehouse, Yoshiko heard breathing and moaning noises. She saw Satoko jerking and writhing under one of the men, her face spattered with gobs of semen, her smooth skin glistening with perspiration as she moaned trashed. About ten feet away, another man was preparing two nooses from the ropes used to hang laundry. A camera facing the improvised gallows was mounted on the tripod.
"Ready," the man said tugging at the ropes.
"Will they hold their weight?" Mike asked, holding Yoshiko by the shoulder.
"Sure they will, Mike."
"Great," Mike said turning to the man who was raping Satoko. "Doing good, Angelo. The bitch seems to like it."
In response, Angelo stiffened, pushed himself deeply inside the trembling girl and growled like a bear as he pumped his cum into Satoko's belly. Sated, he withdrew and moved away.
"String her up," Mike said to the first man.
The man walked up to Satoko, pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the waiting noose. He slipped the rope around the girl's neck and pulled with all his strength until Satoko's feet left the ground and her face turned crimson from the lack of oxygen.
"This will happen to you too," Mike said to Yoshiko. "Watch and remember."
Satoko's head tilted on the angle and under the relentless pressure of the rope biting deep into her skin, her pink tongue bulged out and spasmodic stream of pale piss streamed from her crotch down her twitching legs.
"Oh my God!" Yoshiko gasped in horrified fascination.
By the time Satoko's rectum relaxed, her face turned dark purple and brown smelly goo streaked down her legs, mixing with expelled urine. Her feet kicked one final time and her naked body relaxed in death.
"Bravo," Angelo said behind the camera. "Man, did you see her shit?"
"They all shit when they are hanged," Mike observed philosophically. "I wonder if this chick will shit more than one we just strung up."
"I have a last request before you hang me," Yoshiko said.
"Well, what is it?" Mike asked.
"I want to go to the bathroom. I don't want to soil myself as I die."
"Fair enough," Mike said. "Get her a bowl or something. This should be interesting." One of the gangsters brought a large clay pot and placed it on the floor before Yoshiko. He helped to put down her panties and all men saw the girl squat over the pot. Yoshiko quietly defecated and stood up with obvious relief. "Do you have some toilet paper?" she asked.
"You won't be needing any," Mike said. "Get it over with boys."
About ten minutes later, Yoshiko, feet stopped kicking and her face with bulging eyes and tongue and red eyes turned the color of ripe eggplant.
The men walked around the hanged girls admiring their stamina and their wonderfully stretched necks.
"We should have fucked the younger one," Angelo said probing Yoshiko's pussy with his fingers. "Who says you can't?" Mike said. "Take her down, wash her and bang her. I don't think she will object." He removed the tape from the camera and examined the room. "Make sure you hide the bodies well. I don't want problems with Don Vantino." As Mike walked out of the warehouse, Angelo used his knife to cut Yoshiko's body down. He used a firehose to clean up her private parts and spreading the dead girl's legs, pushed himself in with a satisfied grunt. Five minutes later his hot seed filled the cooling body of the unfortunate young victim of mafia war. The bodies of the hanged girls were buried in the woods at secret location. The tape was later mailed to their uncle, who had a heart attack after seeing it.
Copyright by Romulus (2001).