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[Powerdog16]

It was on this second pass out when he made his next change. He pulled her out of the stocks, laid her body on his bed, ran ropes along her elbows, wrists, above and below her breasts, displaying them nicely. he tightened her ankles together and bound them as well. A collar was locked on and connected by leash to her. He smiled and snapped a pair of nipple clamps onto her nipples which only generated a minor grunt from her sleeping form.

He laid down next to her pressing her body into his and wrappins his arms around her safely. He said, "This is how you will sleep till told otherwise. Wait... one last thing..." He reached to the dresser and pulled out a double dong toy...used her own juices to wetten it down and shoved them roughly into her ass and pussy, strapped them in place at a variable speed vibration, then shoved a ring gag into her mouth. He was still surprised she was sleeping... but it was okay... she would cum every 30 minutes between now and morning with this new toy inside her...

He curled up with her, tugging on her breasts and coaxing her awake by another orgasm...

 

[zydrate]

The entire night was nothing but a blur, a sweet wonderful blur of orgasm after orgasm....soon both Chris and Bella fell asleep. She was still tied up, sweetly so, the leash from her collar hung securely onto the headboard.

Bella's eyes fluttered opened and that's when she felt Chris next to her, holding her protectively. The toys inside her were a second thought as she turned to see him sleeping deeply. She pushed back toward him, in order to snuggle up to him more.

She stretched like a cat. A cat who got into a warm bowlful of cream and had as much as she wanted to drink. Then it hit her. All that had happened the night before was what she had wanted. She had no worries at that moment. No fear of the Russians wanting her dead, no fear of someone coming after her....

Before Bella could think anymore about it, there was a banging on the door to the room, not a gentle knock, but a panic knock followed by shouts about them being found.

Fuck! They had tracked them down....now what?!

 

[Powerdog16]

Chris made a mad effort to tear off her ropes and binds as he heard the sounds of gunshots firing off a few rooms away. He realized he was not going to get them off quick enough and then said, "I am sorry... " He pulled her still bound on the bed and pushed her into a large suitcase and pushed her into it... curling her legs up inside it and as a last minute precaution, pulled a knife and sliced through four or five ropes. He quickly zipped the case up and whispered, "Don't say a word!"

He turned, raced for his gun and some one started yelling at him in Russian! Chris was fucked. Two Russian men charged in and pushed a gun to his head! He raised his hands over his head and said, "What are you doing fellows? Hey... hey... where are you taking me?"

He felt plastic zip ties thrown onto his wrists behind his back. He was picked up and he watched at the Russians checked the bathroom... then the closet. He held his breath as he watched.

A few moments after he went into the closet, he came out empty handed. Chris did his best to not show relief as he was pushed out of the bedroom in just his boxers and the cuffs.

About 15 minutes later, he was in a car with a glock to his head being driven to the docks. His men, to the best of his knowledge had been killed... there had been no other survivors that he had seen....

 

[zydrate]

After what seemed like forever, Bella didn't hear a thing around her. The loud 'popping' of the gunshots had stopped long ago but that didn't necessarily mean things were safe. She waited an extra few minutes before she tried to get out of her binds. Her wrists were still tied behind her back but thankfully Chris had cut the rope around her upper arms.

With the very limited amount of space she had to work with since she was crammed in a suitcase, it took longer than she would've like to figure out how to get out of this mess now. With great effort and strain, Bella pulled her roped wrists under her ass and feet.

She was sure she could feel her wrists bleeding from the burning of the rope as it felt like it was cutting through her wrists....but after the effort, her hands were free. She then unzipped the suitcase and fell out in a heap onto the floor of the closet. She laid there for quite sometime, catching her breath and think about what to do next.

They took Chris. She was sure about that much. They killed his men...just like they killed her men.... There wasn't many options Bella had to choose from. She had no contacts anymore, she knew that for a fact because even the other 'men' in the mob knew that you don't get between business dealings.

And in this case, no one fucked with the Russians.

Bella opened the closet door carefully and checked the room before stepping fully into view. She was going to grab her clothes but remembered that they were sort of shredded from her and Chris' actions earlier that evening, the only thing that was saved was her pants and that was better than nothing. She threw those on and then grabbed Chris' shirt and donned it.

She remembered there were four men with them when they had first arrived the previous day and all four were dead. Each laying in their own pool of blood from the gunshots. It was gruesome but Bella had no choice but to go through each person and it wasn't until she reached the second guy that she found what she needed, car keys.

With a careful eye, Bella left the hideout. Making sure she wasn't being watched nor followed. She had heard the Russians talking, although muffled, she clearly made out where they were going. The docks. She had one stop to make first before she just showed up. She needed weapons and there was only one man who could still get her what she wanted.

And that was Mike. He owed Bella a few favors and it was time for him to pay up.

 

[Powerdog16]

:: Mike Seaver ::

He stood there next to the frame of a Harley Davidson Iron 883 with a blow torch and a welding helmet on working on adding a new exhaust pipe on the chassis. Mike was a large muscular man built from years of living a hard biker's life. His skin was deep tan, he sported a dozen tattoos all over his body, including a skull and crossbones across his chest and a massive phoenix rising up his back. He wore a thick fu Manchu mustache, and light tan thinning hair. He wore a vest that had all the markings of the Devils Motorcycle gang on it, steel toed boots and faded blue jeans.

When he first spotted her, he rolled his eyes inside his mask and kept on working. One of his people would get to her first.

Rex, one of his gang, met her halfway through the motorcycle repair shop and said, "Yeah... what do you want?"

Mike said, "She is here to cash in on a favor." He flicked his head back and the helmet flipped up onto the top of his head. He then looked over at Bella and said, "Aren't ya?" He shut off his torch and set it down, before pulling his helmet off and setting it on the dirty desk.

The thick skinned motorcycle gang ringleader walked towards her, the reached his hand slowly towards her, sliding his hand inside her T-Shirt and shamelessly groped her breast, then looked disappointingly at her and said, "What is this? No cigar for me? You know how I like my cigar."

He pulled his hand back and for a moment, let what had passed between the two of them on those quiet nights out of town linger between them like a glorious memory. He could see by the look in her eye that she was in no mood to play and when his eyes shifted down her body to the rope burns his face hardened and said, "What happened to you?" He lifted her wrist and showed it to her...

 

[zydrate]

There was no time for games. Bella yanked her hand away and got straight to the point.

"I need some guns Mike. And I need them now." There was no time to waste because one couldn't always be sure with the Russians.

"Can we go some place and talk." It was a hurried, rushed tone but Bella was deperate. She had to save Chris just as he had saved her.

 

[Powerdog16]

Mike followed Bella towards the other room, his back room and as she walked in, he closed the door behind her and said, "Now... I have to tell you... you have a lot of guts coming here... after selling me that bad dope last year. You know how many customers died from it? I lost quite a few before I finally sold it all."

He then said, "You know... I hear the Russians are after you too. Got a pretty stiff price on your head. Last I heard... 100K..." He could see her tone was desperate as he said, "So you had better give me a damn good reason why I shouldn't turn you in right now...."

He watched her move slowly and he pulled out a 9mm of his own and aimed it at her. He said, "You know I would love to help you... but the last thing I need are the Russians breathing down my neck... so you best convince me before I decide to turn you in..."

 

[zydrate]

Bella laughed, it was one without humor. She shook her head and sighed, "Fuck Mike..." Bella said as she stepped back. She was hoping it wouldn't come to this. In a flash, she pulled out a .38 which she had gotten from one of Chris' fallen men. "I really think the Russians should be the last thing on your mind now."

From her time hanging out with the wrong crowd as she was growing up, Bella learned a lot about weapons. From sawed off shot guns to tasers. she could take apart a 9mm and put it back together while blindfolded.

"Now, Mike, sweet Mike..." she said, the look in her eyes was deadly, "You know what I need and you owe me or so help me, I will tell every drug dealer out there that you tainted their drug supply and thinned it out so that it was never the 50% you had promised." She cocked it. "So what's it gonna be?"

 

[Powerdog16]

Mike didn't move for a long time... and finally a smile grew on his face and he moved his hand slowly towards her head, moving it behind the back of her head... and pulled her into him for a deep powerful lustful kiss!!!! Both kept their weapons aimed at each other... pressing it into the temples of the other as the kisses continued for a long time!

Eventually, she pulled away and Mike looked into her eyes and said, "wow... I think I have been replaced... now haven't I..."

He slid the 9MM back into the holster and he watched her get very uneasy as she slowly put her gun away. He looked at her, took her hand and sat down with her and said, "I have to admit... I am jealous... VERY jealous... he must be pretty special to have gotten over what we have had..."

He gave a knowing grin. They had always been friends with benefits for a long time. It had never been from the heart... just their bodies. They knew they would always have each other's back. It was an unusual kind of relationship. He said, "You have all the guns you need... and ... if it means saving the person who has your heart... you have me and my men too..."

 

[zydrate]

~Bella and Mike~
Bella threw herself into Mike's arms, holding him, "Thank you Mike..." she said to him as she nuzzled his neck. As she was sitting on his lap, Bella told Mike about the plan. It would require a lot of patience and patience was something she really didn't have a lot of right now...

~Katrina~

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The room was dark and the only sound were heels clicking against the floor. The sound circled around Chris, who was handcuffed to a steel pole in the middle of the room. He was out cold since they brought him in not more than half an hour ago.

"Oh Chris..." she said in a sultry voice as she leaned down, sitting down on his legs. Reached up, she ran the back of her hand against his right cheek which was cut from earlier. Taking her time, Katrina let her hand continue to run down his face, his neck....palm down she let her hand run over his chest, "Chris...wakey wakey..." Katrina said, her russian accent thick and almost hard to understand.

 

[Powerdog16]

:: MIKE ::

The chain ganger and his men were on their iron and steel horses by 7AM the next morning. More than two dozen men, mostly thick bearded, heavily tattood white men from 20 to 40 years in age! Every one of his men were armed to the teeth! He had also put the word out on the streets that he was needing men ready to roll. He expected another 50 more ready to roll by the time they got back to town... It was going to be one hell of a distraction while Bella went in and did her thing...

Mike laughed as he watched Bella roll in in her Maroon Chevy Malibu and parked it. He got off his hog, walked towards her as she got out. He said, "Kind of a downgrade of a vehicle from what you are used to driving... huh? Where did you get this thing?"

She said nothing and only let her eyes twinkle. Mike grinned as he realized it was probably stolen so he didn't push the issue. He changed the subject saying, "Okaaaaaay... I got 2 dozen men ready... another 50 will join up with us on the way back to town... Going to be one hell of a show... you sure your ready for this?"

:: CHRIS ::

Chris slowly came too... and the first thing that hit him was how much his head hurt! He went to reach to his skull when he found his wrists behind him... cuffed around a pole. He muttered... "What the fuck... Oh my fucking head..."

He tried to look up and found he was not alone. As his eyes focused and found her... and his only words were ..."Oh shit.... oh shit...."

 

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~Katrina~

He tried to look up and found he was not alone. As his eyes focused and found her... and his only words were ..."Oh shit.... oh shit...."

With a smile, Katrina scooted up, her dress raising higher as she rested her hips against Chris' groin, "Now now, Chris...that is your name, is it not?"

When he didn't answer her, Katrina leaned over, kissing him on the cheek. "Yes, of course that is your name. I do my research quite well...yes, I know who you are, I know where you live and I even know where all your little hideouts are...does that not surprise you?"

Just then, two guards entered, each had a rifle in their hand but they stayed in the background as their boss did her thing.

"Well, here is what's going to happen Chris, I-- Oh, fuck, where are my manners, I am so very sorry..." she rubbed herself against him harder as she kept her eyes locked with his, "My name is Katrina Koskov, the brain behind this part of the Russian Mob. The one your dear little Bella has been dealing with over these past few months."

 

[Powerdog16]

"My name is Katrina Koskov, the brain behind this part of the Russian Mob. The one your dear little Bella has been dealing with over these past few months."

Chris looked up at her and finally she started coming into view. The woman wore a black professional skirt which stopped a few inches short of her knees. A black turtleneck sleeveless sweater. She sported a shoulder holster which held a Ruger SP101 in it. He suspected by the bulge in her left patent leather boot, she had another small back up arm in it as well. He looked at her and said, "So you are the Ruski dealing with the poor sap huh?"

He watched her smile and he said, "You know... there are better ways to make a good first imp... impression..." He felt his chest on fire for some reason and looked down on his body... his shirt had a few long blood stained tears in it... perhaps from a knife or something being sliced down him...

 

[zydrate]

Her brow furrowed in confusion for a split second, "Poor sap?" she asked and then nodded, smiling slightly, "Ohh, poor sap as in you little Bella...I get it. Yes, she is not all that bright but, I must say, she has such excellent taste in men..."

With that, Katrina let her hands run down his chest, her nails grazing the small, long cuts on his chest.

"You know... there are better ways to make a good first imp... impression..."

That caused her to smile again, her head tilting to the right, "I am sure there are..." It was then she grabbed Chris through his pants, giving his cock a hard squeeze, "How's that for impression?" She asked with a slight laugh.

Leaning her head on his shoulder, Katrina relaxed as if they were old time lovers, cuddling with each other, as her hand was still massaging his cock, "So, Chris, here is what is going to happen..." she told him her little plan, not all of it, but just enough, all the while, she had unfastened the waist of his pants and worked her hand inside his pants...

 

[Powerdog16]

Chris listened to her story and and let his eyes move to her hand inside his pants and he said, "Wh... what are you doing? Get out of there..." He felt her hands tighten on his nut sack and he cringed and froze. It was agonizing!!! Pure torture!!!

"Stop.... please... " He whispered and she obliged him before going back to stroking his growing shaft... He said nothing as she tore his pants down to his ankles and began to kneel down in front of him. She started stroking his cock and licking the tip as he whispered, "W...why are you doing this?"

"I am a nymphomaniac... it is what I do..." She only stopped when the sound of motorcycles roared to life outside the walls! The russians all started picking up their guns and weapons... and Katrina turned and cursed something in Russian!

Chris was left alone, his pants down to his anwers... semi erect when he heard something else... a door opening .. behind him... He turned to look to see who it was...

Too his surprise... it was Bella!