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“What’s the matter? I thought you said you liked it rough.”

Pain sloshed around the inside of Pavel’s skull, causing his head to loll like a balloon filled with water. The bitch had not taken it easy on him. If it had been a fair fight, she would have been the one tied to this chair and the roles reversed. What he wouldn’t give to crush that button nose under his fist. The rope knotted his fists up behind him in a way that put an inescapable sharp pressure on his shoulder blades. He found that the more he struggled, the more it hurt. The blood from his chaffed wrists turned the rope dark red where it bit his skin.

“You’re going to tell me what you did with Lucro’s money or I’m going to go into your kitchen and find something I can use to make a meal out of you,” her tone bubbled with anger.

Pavel muttered something that even he didn’t understand and received a split lip for it.

She must have slipped something in his drink back at the bar. Stupid Pavel. You should have known better than to think that a knockout like this was interested in you for you. Bogdan warned the whole crew to lay low for a few weeks and not to make the sudden influx of cash obvious to anyone: friends, family, strangers. They were being hunted by wolves, and Pavel dangled himself out in the open like a slab of fresh meat. Stupid, stupid Pavel.

If he had to venture a guess, this woman was Isabella Villani, head of security at Lucro. From what Bogdan told the crew, Villani gave up a comfortable position in the private military security sector to work for Lucro.

But that’s not the story she had given Pavel. To Pavel, she was Kristen or Kiersten or something, he couldn’t remember. Pavel’s head throbbed and pulled him back into the moment, the grim reality of what was about to happen began to settle in.

She was a tough looking woman, her soft-yet-sculpted abs and toned arms are what caught Pavel’s eye. Pavel liked someone who could put up a bit of a fight, so he put a few drinks into her, all the while failing to realize that as she fetched the drinks from the bar, she was slipping Rohypnol into his glass.

When she suggested they go back to his place for some kinky action, he didn’t imagine that he would be the one getting tied up. And certainly not to a chair. And who had sex on a chair anyway? One of those things that looks good in porn, but in actuality just becomes an absurd act between balancing while moving about as much as possible.

Pavel’s hair was yanked back and a large pistol appeared in his face. Where had she been hiding that?

“Talk you dumb son of a bitch! One of your friends will eventually give the rest of you up, why not make your last act a meaningful one?”

Pavel opened his mouth to answer, but instead of something terribly clever coming out of his mouth, all that came was a river of blood and the pebbly texture of knocked out teeth. It was a lot more blood than Pavel thought he had in his mouth. Villani barely blinked at his pain. She stood up, breathed heavily through her nose, and then broke the rest of Pavel’s teeth with the butt of her gun.

Everything flashed white. Pavel knew this was the end. Killed by a woman in his own apartment, and not even getting the luxury of getting his dick wet. Pavel hung his head, not because he did not want to stare death in the face, but because he lacked the energy to do anything else.

“Go ahead, it’s not as though this night could get much worse,” Pavel summoned some bravado with the last of his strength. He wasn’t even sure if the words left his lips, but it was a rock star thought to have on your way out of this world.

The sound of a gun cocked. Pavel felt a cold chill wash through him. He felt a warm spread in his lap and hoped that she wouldn’t notice whether had pissed his pants before or after she shot him.

The sound of a gun cocked. Again. Then another. Then there was a long moment where nothing happened at all. There was a loud pop, followed shortly by the sound of a body falling to the floor.

***

Shadows moved slowly around the room. They made noises, but filtered through the cloudy water in Pavel’s head, it all sounded like fuzz to him. He realized his shoulders no longer hurt, and his arms, though weak, were free. Slowly, the light began to return to his vision, then the fuzziness of the shadows started to sharpen.

He sat up on the sofa and felt his forehead. A few lumps and bruises, but no bullethole as far as he could find. In his living room stood a man with his back facing him. He recognized the back of Bodgan’s bald head, even through the haze of what must surely be a concussion. With him were Jack and the Volkov twins.

There was a loud cracking noise, and a laugh.

Pavel’s clobbering attempt to get to his feet caught the attention of the room. Bodgan looked at him and smiled.

“Pavel! You look like shit. Party too hard? Kidding. Kidding. Tell us about your date here,” the bald head flashed a large white smile through a thick black tangle of hair.

Bogdan must have figured it all out already. How else would he have known to come to Pavel’s apartment unless he had suspected Pavel of blowing their cover. Surely, Bogdan must have been furious at him for acting so recklessly and actually getting caught by the mad bitch from Lucro, but Bogdan seemed to be in a lighter mood than Pavel expected him to be.

“You ain’t mad at me, Bogdan?” Pavel tried his hardest not to sound like a child receiving a scolding.

“Ach- how could I be mad? I spent a bit more than I should have, too. This kind of money burns a hole in your pocket. You just got unlucky. But it’s okay. You will get lucky soon.” Bogdan winked at Pavel.

The other three stepped aside for Pavel, but they moved for Bogdan. Crumpled on the floor, Isabella Villani laid stripped of every last shred of her clothing. A fresh, shining bruise shimmered under her left eye and her neat dark hair was touselled. Her wrists were bound in rope speckled spots of blood. The light of the room accentuated her toned body so that even in this vulnerable state, she looked powerful like a cornered lioness.

Her eyes were sharp against Bogdan. She didn’t even seem to notice Pavel’s presence.

“Look at that sour face! We just told Isabella here that if she doesn’t suck all of our cocks, that we’ll cut her head off and pass it around and do it ourselves. Surely, that’ll make us a few bucks on the dark web, so in a way, you actually earned us a bit of extra cash today. Plus, we get to get our dicks wet, isn’t that right Isabella?” Bogdan grinned.

At that, Isabella pounced from the ground in a fluid and crashed her head into Jack’s sternum, he made a sound like a cough and toppled backwards over the couch. Unable to use her hands to brace herself, Isabella fell over the couch on top of him. Nikki and Andrei each grabbed an ankle and pulled her off Jack. She managed to get a good attack on each of them, she kicked one of the twins in the crotch and bit off a chunk of Jack’s ear. When they finally had her pinned, Bogdan stomped on her head hard and she stopped moving.

“Did you kill the bitch?” Jack gingerly touched the jagged remains of his ear.

Bogdan rolled her roughly onto her back like handling a sack of potatoes. Her chest rose and fell softly. Jack bent down and quickly pulled the bloody tag of skin from her lips. Her eyes fluttered open as he pulled his hand back as though he expected her to bite off another chunk of flesh.

“That’s fine, if we can’t trust you not to bite, we’ll have to stick it in another place without teeth. Though I dunno. What do you think? Does this bitch have a pussy that bites?” Everyone cackled with Bogdan.

Except for Jack, he wasn’t finding any humor in the chunk of his ear that had gone missing. He was foaming. His face has grown such a deep shade of red that you couldn’t really make out where the chunk of his ear had gone missing.

“Well if there are any, I know one way to remove them.” Jack got a walking start before delivering a hard kick between Isabella’s legs. The boot jolted her back to life and her whole body curled in on itself, her mouth oh-ing wide in a noiseless scream. Jack laid another one into her and she began retching, then she rolled over onto her side and threw up on the floor.

Disgusting. That’s what they all thought. Jack was about to deliver another kick between her legs when he was distracted by a light trickling sound. Her bladder had let loose, Jack wondered if he had ruptured it, if that was a thing that could happen. In either case, he didn’t want to get this dirty bitch’s piss on his boots, so he spit in her face instead.

“Alright, alright, let’s not fuck her up too much. She’s got a pretty face but I won’t be able to get it up if her face looks like a fucking blueberry. Nikki. Andrei. Grab her legs.”

The twins cracked her open like a wishbone. She winced in pain and her eyes widened in terror.

“You’ll all regret doing this. You think you’re in deep shit now? You put anything inside of me and I’ll make you wish you died a virgin,” Isabella snarled at the men looming above her.

Jack got on his hand and knees and knelt over her and unzipped himself. A bit cockshy in front of his friends it seemed. He slipped himself inside her and she did not react. Either Jack had a micropenis or Isabella was sending her mind to a far off happier place. He thrust against her slowly at first, then pulled out, snorted, and spit between her legs. He rubbed it inside of her in a rough, sloppy motion, pressing deeper and deeper inside until his fingers were completely inside her, then his entire fist. She groaned uncomfortably as he punched inside of her. Pavel noticed that there was a slight jiggle in her thighs as she tried to kick her legs free, and it aroused him.

Jack pulled his fist out with a pop, like uncorking a champagne bottle. He leaned over her again and slowly inserted himself.

When he built up a rhythm, he leaned over and bit her hard on the nipple. She yelped as he dug in deep and pulled the flesh as far as he could, stretching her breast nearly flat until finally releasing it. He did this to the other breast as well. Pavel was happy that he didn’t bite her nipples off as they were quite nice to look at. Large and soft and with a cute little mole by the right nipple. He wanted his turn to suck on them even after all she had put him through.

Jack finally blew his load inside of her and when he pulled out, a waterfall mixture of Jack’s spit and cum and mucus trickled down into the valley of her asshole. Pavel was suddenly not so enthusiastic to stick his dick inside of her.

Isabella’s eyes were red, but her cheeks were dry.

“Damn, when was the last time you nutted? You filled that bitch up. Go get some water and a sponge and clean that shit out.”

Jack did as Bogdan asked and washed her hole clean, making sure to use the abrasive side of the sponge when cleaning inside of her. She spasmed horribly when he did this, and though Pavel didn’t have lady parts, he imagined the green brillo must feel terrible scraping around your delicate bits. All the while, Andrei and Nikki would give an occasional hard tug on their victim’s legs when she began flailing too much.

“There’s still a bunch stuck way up inside her. You don’t think she’ll get pregnant do you?” Everyone laughed at this, even Pavel, who was still aching from the beating he had taken earlier. Bogdan, seeing the fury on Isabella’s face, made a vague promise that he would take care of it.

“Go fuck yourself!” Isabella hissed at their laughter.

Jack was satisfied that he had properly cleaned her out and was about to put the sponge back in the sink, but Pavel gave him an incredulous look and Jack thought better of it.

“Go on boss, she’s all warmed up for you,” Jack said.

Bogdan looked over at Pavel. Pavel understood this to mean that he was looking for permission to cut in line. Pavel should have had first crack at her given that the bitch had beaten him into unconsciousness after the promise of sex, but he was still trying to figure out whether he was going to rape or torture her, so he just shrugged and let Bogdan go first.

“Don’t worry. We’re saving the best for last. After what you did to Pavel, if we let him at you first, there might not be anything left for the rest of us,” Bogdan said.

Bogdan had no reason to be as shy as Jack had been, when he flopped out his cock, it demanded the attention of all the eyes in the room save for Isabella, who was busy planning the revenge she was going to take on the lot of them. So busy, in fact, that she didn’t even seem to notice that Bodgan had slipped a finger inside of her.

“Oh she’s nice and tight. Tighter than an asshole. But that’s probably how you keep your cunt so tight, isn’t it? You take it up the ass instead?” Bogdan slipped his soaking finger from her pussy and pushed it into her asshole until it was completely inside her. She furrowed her brow as a groan died in her throat. “Even tighter! How do you shit out of there? That won’t do, I’ll have to loosen you up. Pavel! You have any lube?”

Pavel thought this was a ridiculous question because he did not like anal sex, and he was not sleeping with women so old that they needed to be greased up to fuck, but it must not have seemed so strange to the others because everyone looked at him expectantly. Pavel shook his head, thought for a moment, then went to his pantry.

“No, but I have cooking oil.”

Pavel went to his kitchen and came back with a bottle of extra virgin olive oil. Bogdan looked at the bottle incredulously, shrugged, and poured a messy yellow stream over Isabella’s crotch. The oil oozed between her large, round ass. Bogdan slathered the slick liquid deep between the crack of her ass and used his finger to push as much oil into her anus as possible. This time, Isabella did not give him the satisfaction of even a grunt.

“Flip her over,” Bogdan commanded.

With a little bit of a struggle, they got Isabella on to her stomach. The sight of her buttocks coated in oil made Pavel strangely hungry. It reminded him of freshly baked bread, and his mouth began to water.

Bogdan positioned his cock, stiff as a steel beam, between the welcoming hills of her ass. When the tip of his cock kissed the deepest valley of her ass, the soft hills firmed up, squeezing together in an attempt to disallow any prevent him from entering such a sacred place. Bogdan grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back so hard that Pavel could hear the hairs being ripped from her scalp. Isabella made a noise that sounded like a puppy whining, an incongruous sound that made no sense coming from this proud Amazonian. At the moment Pavel thought her head might be about to pop off, Bogdan put the full force of his anger into his arm, and slammed her head into the floor. The sound of crack echoed the room, whether it was wood or bone, no one could tell.

With that, her body slackened and Bogdan slipped the full length of his cock inside her. He pumped her fast and long, with such speed that the oil he had used to lubricate her began to smell like warm bread. Every now and then, a sound came out of Isabella that sounded like it came from deep in her gut, a low sound that came from reflex rather than any emotional distress.

Bogdan finished inside of her, and when he pulled out, a mixture of blood and semen squirted from her raw asshole onto the floor and she released a breath she had been holding throughout the whole ordeal. The twins dropped her legs and one of them kicked her over onto her back. They didn’t need to hold her down any longer, all the fight had been fucked out of her.

“Go ahead, Pavel. Have your fun,” Bogdan caught his breath.

Pavel looked at the pathetic creature he was about to torture. The facade of toughness was starting to slip, Isabella’s scowl had something behind it now, a sadness that wasn’t there before. Maybe, Pavel thought, he could remove that mask entirely.

He locked eyes with her but she didn’t give him any weakness. His mind dithered between breaking her quickly or really making a meal of the process.

Pavel would let the spirit lead him. He squatted down above her and brought his face close to hers. She made a brave face, but Pavel could see the tears that had formed on the surface of her shimmering eyes.

Pavel grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her into the kitchen and pulled his chef’s knife from the drawer.

“Please, don’t…” she pleaded pitifully, like a whimpering puppy.

Her skin was thinner than he expected. A tough lady like Isabella should have skin like leather, but the knife sank between her ribs with ease, in fact, a bit farther than he meant to. He had to restrain his anger, he didn’t want to kill her too quickly.

Pavel continued stabbing small holes into Isabella’s skin, experimenting with different levels of pressure as he decorated her in agony.

By the end of it, Isabella’s vocabulary had been reduced to the word “please,” an apology which she hiccupped through the broken sobbing.

Pavel stood above her, straddling her, and admiring his handiwork.

She barely resisted the humiliation and completely lacked the strength to resist any further punishment, the fighting spirit in her had been exorcised.

There was a silence now, except for the shuddering whimpers coming from the living room floor.

Pavel kicked her in the ribs hard, knocking the wind from her. She started to scream but Pavel dropped his full weight onto her chest which caused blood to spray from the slits on her chest like a demonic water fountain. Isabella began to retch and seemed as though she was prepared to vomit, but Pavel wrapped his hands around her throat and began to squeeze with all his might.

He felt a red anger behind his eyes. His teeth gnashed against each other as he throttled this once beautiful woman. This goddess who he thought he would wake up next to in the morning, share coffee with, and fuck, of course.

Pavel’s fingernails began to draw blood from her neck. The human brain can survive about four minutes without oxygen before cells begin to die, Pavel knew this from lots of experience. She would be unconscious long before then. Her face was already beginning to turn purple and the blood pooling from the knife wounds were beginning to look like spreading red wings. He looked to her like a fallen angel.

If only tonight had been different. He would rather her be straddling him in his bed, not dying in his living room. Life is cruel, but her death would be even crueler.

Isabella’s face was swollen like an overripe grape. He wanted to pop it, so he released one hand from around her neck and waved goodbye to her pretty face.

A few hammerblows transformed the landscape of her face, her straight nose, like a Greek statue, was jagged as a lightning bolt. Her perfect Cupid’s bow lips were bulbous and curled back, revealing a range of shattered teeth.

What was left of Isabella tried to say something, but only blood and broken teeth came out. Her eyes looked like they were pleading with him for mercy. Mercy would come, but in an Old Testament sense.

“Goodbye Isabella,” Pavel said. And then he broke her jaw.

The blow nearly knocked Isabella out completely. Her eyes fluttered in a frantic rhythm.

Pavel undid his pants and pulled his throbbing erection out, squatted over her head, and drove his cock into her blood filled mouth.

She gagged weakly as Pavel’s rock hard cock filled all the space in her throat. She began to put up a fight, but that only made Pavel’s cock harder, which in turn, made it harder for her to breathe.

When her flailing began to get too aggressive, Bogdan and the crew pinned her arms and legs. Pavel could only imagine the thoughts going through her head. Could she have imagined it ever ending like this? Choking on the cock of your rapist as you suffocate and bleed to death.

The tip of Pavel’s cock hit a part of Isabella’s throat and she let out a wet guttural gag. The sound was so beautiful to Pavel that he exploded in a fierce orgasm down her clogged throat. He remained deep inside her until he was sure she stopped her weak thrashing.

Her eyes were frozen in wide horror, and her make up was smeared unevenly in a way that made her look like a raccoon. In fact, the whole scene looked like a roadkill accident.

As Pavel washed himself off in the kitchen sink leaving the crew to dispose of Isabella’s body. Over the course of the night, she was stowed in several different black garbage bags, though Bogdan chose to keep the head for a little while longer.

He had plans to make Isabella posthumously internet famous.