“Beth, start talking. Tell me what you know,” Jürgen demanded, in a low insistent voice.
I started to babble. Everything that had happened to me since I was released from prison, spilled out, but he wanted to know more. He wanted to know who was in charge of the investigation and how many men were working on the case in Berlin.
“I don’t know,” I wheezed.
The noose seemed to be tightening and the pressure made it more difficult for me to concentrate on the questions.
“Anton, show Beth how we persuaded Cherry to tell us about the police officers.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the dark haired driver pick up the rubber pipe and walk toward me.
“Please I swear, I don’t know any more!” I rasped. Even as I spoke the hose had begun its wide arc toward the soft flesh of my stomach. THWACK!
“Mummmmph!” Pain, a ripping terrible pain tore across my midriff. “Noooooooooo more.” I moaned, as the force of the blow knocked me backward and the noose tightened, almost throttling me. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Successive blows landed on my back and then my belly. The fifth and seventh landed across the under curve of my jutting tits and sent daggers of pain across my chest. I groaned with each blow and became a little more strangulated each time the hose bit into my tender flesh.
“Stop!” yelled Jürgen who held his hand up and walked forward to stand in front of me.
He had just lit up a cigarette and blew a lungful of smoke in my face. I was semi-conscious, but had the wherewithal to know that if I collapsed, I would die. The big man, left his fag in his mouth and reached round to slacken the noose slightly. I felt the heat of the glowing cigarette on my cheek, but gasped a lungful of air gratefully. As I turned my face away, I glanced sideways to see Anton, hose in hand, waiting impatiently for the order to thrash me again.
“Beth, who’s in charge of the investigation?” he asked again.
“I … I don’t know. I’ve t… told you everything. They … they told me nothing except what I … I told you before. Let us go please, I … I promise I won’t tell anyone. We’ll disappear…!” I tried to sound coherent, but seemed to be failing miserably.
“She knows nothing! Come on Jürgen, let’s kill them and get out of here,” urged the dark haired driver.
“With them gone the evidence dies,” advised the fair haired, Viktor.
“No, no, no, I haven’t finished with Beth yet,” he said taking the cigarette from his mouth and holding the glowing end near my armpit.
“Ahhhhhhhhrrrrrrr!” I screamed as the sadistic bastard pushed the end against my taught flesh. The pain was mind numbing and my reaction tightened the noose once again.
“Stand still Beth, or you’re going to throttle yourself,” he chuckled. Then he grabbed my chin and moved to within a few inches of my face. I could smell his stale breath, which smelt of tobacco smoke and salami! “I’ve told you before Beth, that you’re far too beautiful to be a whore!” he put the fag back in his mouth and grabbed my boobs. “I can never rid the streets of all the trash, like your friend here, but girls like you could make so much more of your lives. The scum that pick up whores off the street shouldn’t be allowed to fuck attractive girls like you, so someone has to make sure that they only have the trash!”
His crazy reasoning behind his motive to murder girls at random, was just that – crazy! But I didn’t want to antagonize him by calling him a nutcase.
“Fuck me Jürgen,” I croaked. “You were good last time!” I tried to put as much emphasis on the word ‘good’ as I could. I could tell he had a hard on for me.
“Beth, you are an incurable slut!”
“I know,” I replied, lifting my right knee and rubbing it against his hip.
I balanced precariously on one leg, and pushed my vulva forward to rub against his thigh. He stared at me for a moment, before discarded his fag and dropping his hands to his fly. I was extending our lives for a few precious minutes, but what then? I wondered.
If I was going to die, then I wanted to be having sex during my last moments on earth. I felt his rock hard erection rub against my belly while reaching round to grab my taut butt cheeks. He lifted me off the stool, so I wrapped my legs round him. Controlling me with his huge hands he gripped my naked ass and dropped me slightly until I felt the tip of his cock nudging my wet portal.
I was hot and wet and wide open enabling my greedy cunt to sheath his phallus effortlessly. Once I was fully impaled, I felt the rope slacken and then pulled tight again by the sadistic blonde driver behind me. If Jürgen suddenly dropped me, my neck would probably snap, because I was at least a foot clear of the floor.
The rope was tied off once again and Viktor walked over to stand beside the dark haired Anton. My head was on Jürgen’s chest and couldn’t help both men eyeing me, as though they wanted a turn. However, they had to content themselves with watching their master driving my body up and down onto his massive boner.