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Subject: {ASSM} The Debt Unpaid   M+F, M+f, 1st, nc, rape, exhibit, anal, oral, bd
Date: Mon,  8 Jan 2001 07:10:05 -0500
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   The Debt Unpaid by Victor Ramierez

   Barry answered the phone which continued to ring in the unoccupied
office.  "Hello, you realise this number is about to be disconnected.  The
company is being wound down after being sold," said Barry "We know, we
helped you to do it.  We would like our money Mr Christopher," said a quiet
voice.  Barry felt a cold chill run down his spine and he quickly tried to
think of something to say.  "I have not forgotten your generous assistance,
but I've only just taken over and we haven't started to strip the assets
yet.  As soon as we sell it off we'll have your money and the interest I
owe you." "That was not part of the agreement, you were loaned a very tidy
sum for a period of 14 days, no more and no less.  Payment is now due. 
Tell me where we can collect our money," the voice had dropped an octave
and there was now a hint of menace underlying the words.  "Give me some
time, I'll have to call some money in to make the payment." "We are
reasonable people Mr Christopher, you have 6 hours and then we'll call you
back.  Do not try to run we know where you are.  Your lovely daughter has
just arrived home from high school and you wouldn't want to disappear on
her now would you?" There was a click and the receiver went dead.  Barry
felt sick, they were watching his house.  What had he expected though, they
were not exactly the normal bankers he would like to deal with.  He had to
try and get them paid and out of his life as quickly as possible.  Barry
Christopher was in his early 40s and had built up a successful life for
himself and his family by playing the corporate raider.  Many companies had
been bought and broken up by his skilful manipulation of the shareholders
of these companies.  It was amazing the things they would agree to if
enough money was waved under their noses.  They did not realise how much
more money he walked away with at the end of each deal.  Taylor
Manufacturing was a profitable enough company which was not taking full
advantage of the market place and was starting to fall behind the pace. 
This is when Barry swooped down upon them.  In the last few weeks they had
been taken over and closed down.  The assets were about to be sold and
Barry would walk off with a huge profit.  The problem with this occupation
was the fact that he needed to use all his previous earnings to purchase
the next company he bought, and this meant he had sunk all of his money
into the purchase, along with a sum loaned to him by some private business
men.  He had been invited to a private men's club and was introduced to the
men, who spoke to him with a great deal of inside knowledge of what he was
currently undertaking.  They offered him the money he needed and he took
it, knowing that he would easily be able to pay them off when the time
came. However the time had come earlier than he had expected.  Barry had
been to every one of his previous business partners and all the financial
institutions in his search for money when he had been raising the capital
for this venture, they had all turned him down.  He knew he was in real
trouble now, as there was no place he could possibly get the money from. 
These powerful men would come after him no matter where he went and they
would make an example of him.  Collapsing into the chair behind the empty
desk, Barry sat and waited for the inevitable call which would change his
life forever.

   Barry quickly ran into his house and slammed the front door behind him,
he quickly locked it and ran into the living room.  Samantha looked up at
her father as he came charging into the room, ran past her in front of the
television and headed off across the room.  She looked up in time to catch
the last of his black hair disappearing around the corner into the kitchen
where her mother was preparing dinner.  Samantha was the epitome of the
average 16 year old high school student.  She was of average height, had
long light brown hair and had the body of a young woman.  She had returned
late from school after having hung out watching the guys play football. 
She had strolled in and plonked herself down in front of the television
which she quickly turned on and changed it over to MTV.  While this was
playing in the background she had pulled her books out of her bag and began
to shuffle listlessly through them looking for some homework she actually
felt like attempting.  She found nothing and had left the books spread
across the floor as she sat back to soak in the video currently playing
when her father had suddenly burst into the room.  Samantha stood and
wandered into the kitchen to see what was going on.  "...I know I'm a bit
late.  I rang and told you I would be, but I have brought some special wine
to celebrate closing the deal.  I think once it's all finished we could go
on holiday," said Barry.  "Alright, but we get to choose this time.  We do
not want to end up in the middle of a flood like your last family
vacation," said his wife Bridgette.  Bridgette was a proud middle class
woman, who had managed to land a high flying husband.  She was a kind,
loving wife and a good mother and friend to their teenage daughter.  She
was now in her early 40s and felt that her shoulder length auburn hair,
hazel eyes and athletic body still had enough appeal to keep her husband
satisfied.  When the time came she would simply use their money to augment
herself where necessary.  "Hey, that's not fair.  How could I predict
unseasonable rain in the middle of a desert area?  However I guess it is
your turn, okay," he said.  Thinking that they would deserve it after what
was about to happen.

   Their dinner quickly came and went and the three of them then sat back
in the lounge room to finish off the rest of the bottle of wine.  "You
realise this is a special occasion young lady.  You will not be served wine
on a regular basis," said Barry in a mock serious tone.  "Oh dad, I've had
wine before.  It really doesn't bother me," protested Samantha.  "This wine
is particularly different to anything we've had before Sam.  It is very
old, and it was a gift from my partners on this deal." "Hmmm, it makes me
all warm and fuzzy," giggled Bridgette.  "I think it's time for you two to
head to bed," laughed Barry.  He had no argument from them, and they both
shuffled off into their rooms.  Barry then continued his usual evening
routine of clearing up the plates and locking the house up before heading
to bed.  There was a quiet rap on the door, which was quickly followed by
another.  Barry hesitated to answer it but he knew they would get in
anyway, so he may as well save the door from damage.  He opened it to find
two men waiting for him.  The first man was also the smaller of the two. 
He was a weaselly little man, with a pencil thin black moustache, a shock
of black hair and was wearing an expensive suit.  His partner was the
average sort of muscle guy these people always seemed to have with them. 
This one was also the perfect cliched gangster thug.  He was a large,
strong man with a bald head and a cruel looking face.  The weaselly man
stepped past Barry and into the house, before Barry was shoved aside by the
large guy.  "Mr Christopher it is time for the evening's entertainment. 
Are we ready?" asked the weasel, and Barry instantly recognised this as the
voice on the phone from this afternoon.  "Please, is there no other
alternative?  Give me a little more time and I'll pay more interest,"
begged Barry.  "I'm afraid it's a standard non-payment clause in all our
contracts.  You don't pay, so we take payment in kind.  In this case it'll
be the use of your lovely ladies for the evening.  Are they prepared?"
"Yes," whispered Barry, who's spirit was now broken.

   When the second call came that afternoon they had told him that
arrangements would be made and to wait for a package.  It arrived and it
contained a bottle of wine, a smaller bottle of a clear liquid and some
instructions.  The instructions outlined their conditions and told him what
to do.  After he had drunk the contents of the smaller bottle, which
contained a counter-agent he took the drugged wine home to share with his
family.

   "Do not cross us in this, we are being quite generous.  We have waived
our debt and are not going to kill you in return for these services.  If
you do not live up to this bargain we will take our debt in blood, all of
your family.  You will be left to live with that.  It is time to go." With
that simple statement the thug headed off into the bedrooms.  He returned
shortly after with an unconscious woman over each shoulder and then
directed Barry out to a waiting limo.

   Barry sat next to his unconscious family on the short ride to the club,
and he could feel each second of this ordeal slowly, crawl by.  He was not
going to ever be able to forget this long evening.

   Inside the club were all the faces he had seen there the last time,
except now they had a smug predatory look about them.  Their eyes lit up
when the thug carried the two women into the room and out into the middle
of a slightly raised platform, used for a stage.  A large older man stepped
out of the shadows and walked up to Barry.  "It is good that you accept our
judgement on this.  You will all live a lot longer this way," he said
laughing as he headed over towards the stage.  Barry had not seen this man
before, he was an older grey haired man, but he still looked like a ball of
muscle under the white linen suit he was wearing.  Barry guessed this was
probably their boss.  "Please have a seat Mr Christopher, we don't want you
to miss this evening's show," said the man, who then gestured to the two
men in suits who had positioned themselves on either side of Barry. 
Suddenly he felt a crushing pain in each shoulder as they slapped their
giant hands on him and pushed him back into a chair.  They pulled chairs in
close to him and he could feel the barrel of a pistol in his lower ribs,
making clear that they wished he remained seated.  Looking up a circular
curtain had come down around the stage and the older man was gone, as were
his family.  The doors at the end of the room were thrown open and the room
began to fill up with men in tuxedos, all wearing little masks to hide
their faces.  The room itself was also in shadow and only in the stage area
could anything be seen clearly.  Barry felt a hand on his shoulder and a
face pressed close to his ear from behind.  "The show is about to start, do
not do anything, just sit there and act like you're enjoying the show.  Put
this mask on," said the Weasel, passing a little black mask to him.  Barry
quietly complied and then his attention was drawn back to the stage area
where the older man had returned wearing a dazzling rhinestone white tuxedo
jacket in place of his linen suit jacket.  He held up his hands to quieten
the applause and raised a microphone to his lips.  "Good evening, and
welcome to another of our invitation only, special events.  This evening we
have for you a mother and daughter combination who will be appearing here
for the first time.  The usual arrangements apply after the show of course.
But now on with the entertainment," he said sweeping his arm backward
theatrically as the curtain raised up into the ceiling.  On the stage he
could see his unconscious wife and daughter both sitting in chairs. 
Standing behind them was a large man, probably the thug.  He was wearing a
black leather hood, black trousers and a black leather sash from his
shoulder down to his waist, and there appeared to be things hanging from
it, but he couldn't see what.  Silently he stepped forwards and lifted
Bridgette into the air with one arm around her waist.  Quickly he removed
her nightdress and left her revealed in front of this huge audience who
cheered enthusiastically as he lifted the woman into the air.  Quickly he
carried her around the front row allowing the customers to get a better
look, and some had a quick squeeze of her tits as she went past.  He
returned her to the seat and draping one leg over each arm, left her spread
wide open so her pussy was clearly visible to anyone who cared to look.  As
he approached Samantha the audience audibly drew in their collective breath
in anticipation, and let it out to cheers as he removed the t-shirt and
panties she was wearing to reveal her lithe teenage form to the lustful
crowd.  "Who will be first?" he roared to the audience.  The consensus
seemed to be Bridgette, and Samantha would be for dessert.  The chair he
placed Samantha on quickly sunk into the floor and was replaced with a saw
horse, the same as the type used to cut timber on.  Bridgette was carried
over and placed on her stomach over the horse, her wrists were secured to
the front and her ankles were tied to the back legs.  She was now bent over
at the waist leaving her backside exposed and her medium breasts hanging
down in full view at the front.  Barry could now see what was hanging off
the belt and he cringed in horror.  The man reached for a large ping pong
style paddle and began to whack her across the arse with it.  "She should
begin to wake up anytime now," he announced.  After a few more shots to her
arse cheeks, which had now turned a deep red, a murmuring could be heard
from Bridgette.  Bridgette's mind slowly crawled to consciousness and was
snapped awake by a burning feeling in her arse.  She could hear some sort
of muffled cheering and she wondered where she was.  She looked around and
was smacked in the mouth by her own breasts which were hanging down in
front of her face.  She realised she was upside down but she could not
move. She could not focus on anything and the only thing she could do was
concentrate on what was happening to her.  Suddenly another wave of heat
tore through her and there was the muffled cheer again.  Perhaps she was
dreaming, some sort of bizarre erotic dream.  She decided that it must be
an effect of that wine she had.  Now happy with her understanding of the
situation she decided to try and enjoy her dream.  She could feel the
beginnings of the wetness between her thighs, she grinned and rubbed her
thighs together as best she could.  She decided to buy more of this wine in
the future.  "She's just about ready lads," shouted the hooded figure. 
"She's started juicing up.  So is it going to be arse or cunt tonight
boys?" Around the room the chant rose up, "ARSE, ARSE, ARSE," leaving no
doubt about what they wanted to see.  Barry thought about the one time he
had tried to get her to take it up the arse, and remembered the many
arguments she had used that one against him in from that night on.  She was
totally opposed to this, and instinctively he started to try and get up. 
He felt the increase of pressure from the gun in his ribs and stayed
seated, quietly apologising to her under his breath.  "Alright then, arse
it is," he shouted.  As a further cheer went up around the room the hooded
figure tore off his velcro fastened trousers and positioned himself behind
her.  He reached forwards and spread her cheeks.  This elicited a low moan
from Bridgette who was lying in wait for any attention as she was currently
receiving none.  She felt hands on her arse and could feel her cheeks being
spread wide.  She felt a finger slide under her and begin to rub up and
down her slit.  She felt it brush her clit once or twice and this sent a
tingle through her entire body.  She was so desperately horny that she came
almost immediately.  She felt her juices pool up and begin to seep out and
run down the insides of her thighs.  She could now feel the head of a giant
cock running up and down her thighs, being covered in her juices.  He now
had his cock lubed enough that he wouldn't hurt himself so he aimed the
head at the little puckered opening between her cheeks.  He then thrust
forward and slowly sank up to the hilt in her arse.  Suddenly Bridgette
felt an overwhelming pain in her arsehole and began to cry out, it did not
stop and she felt herself being filled up with a giant cock.  The cock
stopped moving and she could feel his stomach pressed up against her
burning arse cheeks.  Slowly the cock began to slide back out and then it
began to steadily fuck her arse.  She quickly realised it was not stopping
and once this dawned upon her she realised that it didn't hurt as much now
that her arsehole was used to it.  She was now being rammed into the horse
she was leaning over and she could feel the movement throughout her body.
Her clit began to throb in time with the thrusts and she realised she was
actually getting off on this arse fuck.  As she felt him slam in he erupted
in the depths of her bowels and she felt herself being hit with jet after
jet of warm come.  Then she was lost in her own orgasm and she slumped
forward to rest.  "There we are lads, did you see her squirm?  What a great
fuck, and she came too.  So it's fun all around," said the older man
walking back out.  "We are now proud to present for the first male viewing
ever, the delectable body of Samantha Christopher," and he headed back into
the shadows.  The stage had changed again, Bridgette still tied to the
horse, with sperm slowly seeping out of her arse, was lowered down into the
floor.  Shortly after Samantha was raised up, strapped onto a
gynaecologist's table.  Her legs were spread wide apart and were up in the
stirrups.  The hooded one approached her and this time had a speculum in
his hand.  He quickly coated it in some lube and slid it into her pussy. 
He turned the screw to open it up and slowly it opened spreading her pussy
wide open from the inside.  He grabbed a torch off his sash and shone it
into the chasm of her opening.  He peered in and after adjusting the
opening several time her stood and turned back to the audience and nodded
to the man in the rhinestones.  "It's just as we hoped.  She is a virgin.
So let's open the bidding at $3000," he said.  "Remember all the funds go
to our favourite charity.  So you're not just deflowering an innocent teen,
you're also helping us set up more of these events in the future," he said
with a laugh.  The audience laughed along with him and quickly the bidding
started and ended.  "Ahh, Mr 12 I see you haven't had enough virgin blood
on your cock yet.  Come forward and claim your prize," he said gesturing at
the prone teenager.  Looking up he saw Barry sitting quietly sobbing in
shame and frustration.  He realised it was moments like this that made it
all worthwhile.  The hooded man gave the girl a few slaps with the paddle
and she slowly emerged from her drug induced sleep.  The drug was still
affecting her as it did her mother and she had absolutely no idea what was
going on.  The situation was so bizarre that she too explained it away with
a dream.  She noticed that for some reason she was tied to a table and her
legs were spread wide apart by stirrups.  There also seemed to be some
metal thing in her cunt, it was a very strange erotic dream.  Looking ahead
of her she could not see clearly, but she could tell there was an audience
in front of her, she could not see them due to the bright light shining in
her eyes but she could feel that they were there.  An older chubby man in a
tuxedo walked into view and began to unzip his fly.  He hauled out his
erect dick which was only about 5 inches long, and she tried not to laugh.
She'd heard stories and knew that small dicks just weren't good enough.  It
was then she realised he intended to use it on her.  She knew this was not
right but the drug was stopping her from anything beyond a mild protest. 
Regaining her concentration she looked again and saw that he was now
positioned between her legs and was about to push his dick into her.  He
lunged forwards and she felt the length of him slide up into her tunnel,
she felt him hit her virginity and then he brutally rammed his way through.
She gurgled her attempt at a scream and lost coherence again.  When she
could focus on what was going on again she found herself to be heavily
aroused.  The little man was pounding away at her cunt, he had one of her
titties in one hand and the other was being chewed on in his mouth.  She
could already feel the wetness seeping out of her onto the table, where it
was mixing with her blood to drip off onto the floor.  The little man
suddenly grunted and she felt her insides being bathed in a warm liquid. 
She idly wondered if she'd get pregnant, but was then dragged away from
that thought by the onset of her climax.  She grunted and then quietly rode
his thigh to the end of her pleasure.  He quickly moved back and she could
see him no longer, so she lay back to rest again.  "There you have it
gentlemen.  What a show!  That's it for this evening, thank you all for
attending.  If you'd like to get a copy of that the videos will be
available next week, and for those of you who have arranged it with me at
the start, please wait behind.  Good night," said the older man, herding
the crowd out the door.  He closed the door leaving 10 customers waiting,
along with his employees and Barry still sitting in his chair.  The stage
opened up again and Bridgette was raised up, still tied to the horse
exactly as she had been before.  She had passed out again and seemed to be
sleeping soundly.  "Please feel free to use whichever holes you'd like to,
you've paid more than enough for the pleasure," said the boss with a wave
to his customers.  The men headed across to the stage and quickly descended
upon the helpless women.  Quickly both women had a cock ramming in and out
of their mouth.  Bridgette was getting her first fuck of the evening and
Samantha was experiencing her first arse fuck.  "Take him out of here
boys," said the boss to the two guys still holding Barry in his seat. 
"What about my family?" Barry managed to ask as he was dragged from the
room.  "We'll send them home when we're finished.  You can try to explain
to them what happened.  Don't go to the police or you will be finding
pieces of them in the mail for the next 10 years," stated the boss as he
turned and headed over to the action.  Barry could hear them all laughing
and grunting as he was led back out onto the street.  He found himself,
alone in the rain, a long way from home.  "How will I ever explain this,"
he thought as he pulled the mask off and began to walk home.

   Copyright Victor Ramierez 1998 w

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