I just don't believe it, Penny thought, walking now toward the gameroom.
The room was paneled in dark walnut and the lights were dimmed down to a point that Penny could barely make out the objects on the walls, a rack of cue sticks caught her eye, and a dart board. She couldn't see what was in the glass enclosed cases that were stationed at intervals along the wall, but she did notice shining objects that must have been trophies. She scanned the people standing along the walls, sipping drinks, chatting and continuing to enjoy the party. How coldhearted, she thought.
In the center of the rectangular room was a billiard table. It was the only object in the room that was brightly illuminated by three hanging lamps, that had shades which directed the light straight down. The green felt seemed vivid under the lights and she noticed it was void of all the cue balls.
As soon as the door was closed, a hush fell over the guests and all but the lights over the pool table were turned off. Now it was impossible to recognize anyone along the walls; only the bottoms of their legs and feet caught any rays from the hanging lamps. A door opened and she saw the silhouettes of three men enter before the door closed again.
"Arthur," Mr. Jenkins began, stepping closer to the table where he could be seen. "Did you come here of your own free will?"
A nervous, high-pitched voice answered weakly, "Yes."
"Were you not caught in the act of stealing money from the bank?" Jenkins asked.
From the darkness came a scared reply, "Yes."
"And you agreed to accept my proposition to let me replace the money for you, keep your job and take your just punishment from me, rather than the authorities?"
A blindfolded figure was brought to the end of the table by two toga-clad young men. He was about five feet six; in his late twenties and a bit on the plump side. Baby fat, Penny said to herself. He was so nervous, she felt sorry for him.
"Then let's get on with it," Jenkins said.
The two well-built young men took their cue and sprung into action, stripping the victim naked in a few short seconds, leaving only his blindfold in place. A few muffled snickers came from some spectators at the sight of his physique, and his terribly small, shriveled-up cock. Then straps were attached to his wrists and ankles and he was bent over the table, feet on the floor, and strapped face down by spreading his arms out and tying them in place. Next his legs were spread as wide as possible and secured to legs of the table.
He was only a few feet away from Penny and she could hear him making little sobbing sounds in his throat. She and Paul were to the side and slightly behind him. Close enough to see his muscles straining from the taut, spread-eagle position he was locked in. Finally his blindfold was removed and he managed to raise his head to look at the president of the bank where he worked. Jenkins stared back impassionately.
"Young man, consider yourself fortunate," Jenkins said in a dry, monotone voice. "Thirty minutes from now you'll be back in your room and your debt will be settled. The first of your punishment was the anguish you suffered these last nine days, not knowing what was to happen to you. The next two parts will be over quickly. And I think you'll someday thank me for not sending you off to spend years in a prison cell, only to find you can never find employment again. And only you and I at the bank will know what happened during these minutes…"
"Please, Mr. Jenkins," the prisoner pleaded.
"Your fate is no longer in my hands, Arthur. It is now up to this gentleman… " Jenkins swept his hand in the direction of the darkness behind himself, "… Bruno is in complete charge now."
Jenkins left the table and stepped into the darkness. After a few moments of suspenseful hesitation, another figure stepped into the light at the other end of the table, facing Arthur. A tall, muscular, black man. His body glistened from head to toe with oil. He was bald and sinister-looking, as he stood with arms folded staring at his victim. The only garment he wore was a square patch of material that covered his groin, held in place by a leather strap around his waist.
Again he waited for the suspense to build before moving. But when he did move, it was a slow, catlike stride, as though he was stalking an animal. And all the while he stared at Arthur, flashing his glistening white teeth in a sinister grin. As he came alongside the victim, he reached out a hand and stroked the quivering face of the terrified young man.
Just the way he grinned and stared, terrified Penny. He was evil-looking from head to toe, she decided, imagining how the poor devil strapped to the table felt. And when he spoke, he clearly enunciated every word in a clipped, even tempo, giving her chills.
"First, ten moderate strokes of a two-inch strap, properly placed across the subject's ass."
He walked on slowly, running his fingers down Arthur's trembling back, down the deep crevice between the mounds of soft ass-flesh. Arthur's body jerked.
"Please… I'm sorry, Mr. Jenkins… I'll pay you back… I promise," he pleaded in a sobbing, terrified voice.
One of the young men who had escorted him in, stepped forward and stuffed a white pad of gauze in his mouth and secured it there with tape.
Penny wanted to get away from this scene, but was held motionless by the hypnotic movements of the black man. She didn't want to watch… but couldn't take her eyes off the executioner. He enjoyed this task so much it was impossible to take her eyes off him. And he made a point of continuing to torment his victim by probing the crevice of his ass with his finger.
When he finally did pull his hand away from the deep crack, the first crack of the strap sounded. The lightning speed of his arm, and the loud report of leather slapping loose flesh, startled everyone. He followed the first stroke with nine more, in rapid-fire succession.
Two girls immediately stepped forward and massaged the mounds of white flesh that now had crimson stripes. They applied oil and continued to massage the smooth globes for several minutes, in an attempt to rub away the pain.
"Finally," Bruno broke the silence with that brain-penetrating voice of his, "you raped society and society will rape you."
Penny watched in awe as one of the girls stepped forward and placed a glob of petroleum jelly in the crack of the victim's ass, while the other girl removed Bruno's loin cloth. Her eyes widened as his huge cock came into view. She watched the first girl apply the lubricant to the powerful spear and began to feel weak in the legs when he stepped closer to the hindquarters of his victim.
With the same slow, deliberate move of his, he placed the palms of his hands on the smooth mounds of ass and spread them apart. Then with a slow, graceful move of his hips, placed the head of his tumescent male organ at the small entrance. Penny watched the heart-shaped head disappear. She could feel it in her own rectum, remembering Steve's plunge into that opening and how it had gagged her. It bored into the depth of your body, even though you tried to resist, fighting it off with all your strength, and losing the battle to the forcing, crawling, spreading drill, that squeezes into the too tight tunnel. She could imagine how poor Arthur must feel. And from where she was standing she could see every little detail, hypnotized by the sight of that big slab of black meat penetrating the milky-white flesh of the victim. A slow, forceful, even-paced penetration that ended only when the full shaft was buried.
There wasn't a sound in the room, other than the muffled moans coming from the struggling, straining figure on the table. Everyone watched the face of the perspiring black man as he closed his eyes. The big grin disappearing as he began to grit his teeth and sway gently back and forth. His breathing became audible, got louder and deeper and finally gave way to a loud grunt. There was no mistaking what was happening… he was firing his come up the tight passage. Penny could feel the juice squirting, feel the male muscle pulse, then squirt, pulse, and squirt. Your insides are stretched to the limit, she remembered, and it swells up even bigger and squirts its come into your brain.