Chapter Eight - Vinnie

“No!” Stein shouted. He yanked her wrist chains up and dragged her across the floor to one of the steel columns where he’d placed blanket and pillow. With Richie’s help, he pulled her arms back over her head and chained her wrists together behind the pole. She lay on her back unable to touch her cunt or rub it against anything. For several minutes she lay there squirming and gasping. “Save it, Mrs. Ryan,” Stein said, “save it.” He covered her with another blanket. Gradually she relaxed and just before she fell into an exhausted sleep, she heard them both go down the hall and then the faint metallic clicking of the door bolts.

In her dream she sat on a velvet-covered throne. Kneeling at her feet was her uncle dressed in sacramental robes. He begged to be allowed to lick her cunt. She lifted her satin gown and closed her eyes waiting expectantly for his tongue. But as he was about to touch her, she awoke not knowing at first where she was.

Before her, silhouetted against the dim light from the kitchen area, were three figures. Stein and Richie stood on either side of a huge man. He towered over both of them, his massive stomach bulging out over his belt. Because of the light, she could not see him clearly, but as he turned to say something to Stein, his face was no longer in shadow. He appeared to be almost bald, with heavy jowls and a thick neck. His large eyes bugged out of his head. He was unshaven and spoke in a low whiskey voice. “Looks goddamn small,” he was saying to Stein. “You sure she ain’t no fucking kid?” They were not aware she was awake. She closed her eyes. Her arms ached, and she longed to move them but she didn’t dare.

“Here, let me show you,” Stein said. He bent over and taking the bottom edge of the blanket and pulled it down slowly revealing her.

“Jesus,” the stranger said, “that’s some woman. Look at them legs and that ass.”

“Uh...uh...uh...I...I fu...fu...fucked her in the ass,” Richie said.

Stein kicked the bottom of her shoe. “Wake up, Mrs. Ryan, you have company.” When she opened her eyes, the large man was unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper of his trousers. “This is Vinnie Sconzo, Richie’s father. He was kind enough to lend us a car for your husband’s funeral. I think we owe him a favor.”

Vinnie had stepped out of his trousers and was holding his hardening cock. It looked like a club, thick and long. “Richie,” the big man ordered, “open her coat.” Richie leaned over her and unbuttoned the jacket, pushing it aside exposing her breasts. She had not taken her eyes off Vinnie. He took a step forward and began to stroke his cock slowly. “You look like some rich bitch girl, but I bet you love to fuck, right?” He waggled his cock at her.

Her wrist chains scraped against the iron column as she drew her knees up, keeping them pressed tightly together. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, “No, no,” she whispered, “go away, let me alone.”

“You want it,” Stein said quietly. “We both know you want it, don’t we, Mrs. Ryan?” He waited a moment. “Now, on this fine day of your husband’s funeral, show us that you want it.” Kathy had not moved. She looked up at Stein who was staring down at her. “Open,” Stein said, “show Vinnie what you have for him.” Still looking at Stein, she slowly spread her knees, revealing her glistening pussy.

Quickly Vinnie knelt between her legs and then fell forward on her, shoving his huge cock into her. The force of his heavy body drove her back toward the post. His chest was pressed against her face. He smelled of sweat and whisky. His stomach rode up almost to her breasts. But his great cock sliding in and out against the wet lips of her cunt, his hard shaft pressing on her swollen clit was all she really cared about. She began to groan immediately, frantically trying to wrap her legs around his body, her heels digging into his sides.

“Richie!” he shouted, “Unlock them damn chains.” Richie unsnapped the locks. She tried to pull Vinnie to her but her arms would not go around him. She dug her fingers into his flabby back and thrust up at him wanting him deeper inside, feeling once more her orgasm begin to mount. Suddenly he withdrew his cock and leaned back, holding it in his hand. In the dim light it was dark purple and glistened with her juices. His quick movement had surprised her. She continued to writhe on the floor. Her hands went to her cunt. Before she could touch it, he had grabbed both of her wrists in one hand. “You hot for it, baby?” he laughed moving his cock back and forth a few inches from her cunt.

“Yes,” she gasped, “Oh, God, please...please.”

“Well, moan for it, you little bitch. Cause that’s what you are...a rich bitch in heat.”

“Please...please,” she begged.

“I didn’t say for you to ask for it. I said moan. Moan like a fuckin’ animal. I want to hear you like you was an animal.”

She began to whimper. He tightened his grip on her wrists. “Moan, goddamn it, or I’m gonna chain you back up and leave you here.” She groaned deep and low. The voice did not sound like her own. “Louder!” he yelled. He needn’t have said anything. Already the pitch and volume had increased. Soon the room was filled with the unearthly sound of her groaning. Her eyes were wide open and she rolled her head back and forth on the hard floor. She continued to thrust her cunt up at him.

Richie had taken his cock out of his pants and was now coming in long spurts. Even Stein had begun to stroke himself inside his trousers. She moaned louder now. A thin stream of spittle ran from the corner of her mouth. Suddenly Vinnie plunged into her, and in a wild frenzy of powerful thrusts they both came. But she kept coming long after he finished. She gasped and pleaded with him to keep it inside of her where she continued milking him until she came again. Stein had orchestrated the entire day toward this end. It had been, he concluded, a splendid success.

They let her rest for a few minutes. Vinnie went to the bathroom. Stein got her a glass of water. “Well, Mrs. Ryan, you’ve had a rather full day. I think you’d better get dressed while I call you a cab.”

She rose unsteadily and started toward the bathroom. Vinnie came out of it ignoring her. She picked up her skirt. “Remember, leave the door open,” Stein said. Richie slouched in the doorway watching her pee.

Vinnie clapped Stein on the shoulder, “Jesus H. Christ!” he exclaimed. “That’s some wild cunt you got there!”

“I thought you’d approve,” Stein said.

“You ain’t gonna let her get away?”

“She’s free to go. She has a nice house of her own and will soon be a very wealthy young lady.”

“But, Christ, Stein...I mean...”

“Don’t worry,” Stein’s voice rose so that it would carry into the bathroom, “I’m sure Mrs. Ryan will be anxious to pay us another little visit.” The three men laughed. She wanted to scream, to get a knife, to get a gun. She wanted to kill them all. She had pulled up her skirt and buttoned her jacket. She came out of the bathroom and crossed to the phone. Richie followed behind her. “I was telling Vinnie that you’re always welcome here, Mrs. Ryan,” Stein said. “I expect now that your husband is gone time will weigh heavy on your hands. Would you enjoy the pleasure of our company some evening in the near future?”

Not answering him, she reached for the phone. He quickly put his fat hand over hers. “I’ll do it,” he said. She stepped back and turned to face them. Her legs were trembling and her mouth had gone dry.

Stein stared at her, his hand still on the phone, “In case you’ve forgotten, Mrs. Ryan, the question was... would you like to pay us a return visit and perhaps stay a bit longer?”

She looked down at the floor and nodded her head.

“I don’t think we heard you,” Stein said.

“Yes,” she whispered, “yes I would.”

“Jesus,” Vinnie said, “some bitches can’t never get enough.” He took Richie by the arm and led him toward the hall. “She’s sure some wild cunt,” Vinnie said again, shaking his massive head.

“Sh…she...she even ast m...m...me to f...f...fuck it,” Richie was saying as they disappeared down the hall.

Stein called for a cab, then pulled another chair up to his desk. “One more thing while we’re waiting,” he motioned her toward the chair. “I happen to know an excellent lawyer. Really, one of the best. Very expensive. But he owes me a big favor, several big favors.” Stein opened a drawer and took out a folder, which contained neat packets of legal looking papers. “He’s agreed to handle the suit for us.” She looked puzzled. “The three million dollar suit we’re bringing against the airlines.”

“Oh, yes,” she said, “I’d forgotten.”

“I know you don’t want to get involved in matters of litigation but, Mrs. Ryan, you must admit three million is a tidy sum.”

She looked down at her hands. “Couldn’t we discuss this some other time? I’m...I’m so confused, so terribly ashamed...and tired Mr. Stein, very tired.”

“Of course, but we must act on this quickly.”

“I don’t know,” she shook her head, trying hard not to cry. “What I did today. I...I don’t understand. That person you saw here wasn’t me. I must be crazy. And my husband, my husband, Mr. Stein...he’s dead. We buried him today.” She turned away from him holding her head in her hands and sobbing. “Oh, God, I wish I could die!”

“Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, when you were a little girl and your parents were killed in that car accident. Where were they coming from?”

“It was just before Christmas. I was six. I wanted a new bicycle. They had been to the mall to buy it for me and were on their way home.”

“How did they know you wanted a bike?”

“I guess I was spoiled. I kept after them about it even though I had a good bike.”

“And after they were killed, you went to stay with your uncle, the priest?

“Yes.”

“And that’s where you read the books about guilt and saw the pictures of the penitents?”

“Yes, my uncle was always reminding me that my parents were dead because I insisted they buy me a new bicycle. And later he kept telling me how bad I was and that I should be ashamed.”

“And who sent your wonderful husband off to Washington?”

“You know that I did.”

“It seems, Mrs. Ryan, when you send those you love off to do something for you...” he left the sentence unfinished.

“They die,” she said.

“You’re not crazy, Mrs. Ryan. Somewhat oversexed, perhaps, and addicted to guilt.”

“So, what I did here was a way of doing penance for sending Jeff away?”

“Yes, that’s a part of it. But remember, you were the one who approached Wally. You were the one who invited me to your home. Remember, too, that I did not force the pets on you nor did I force you to come here today.”

“I know, I know...that’s what makes me feel so...so...horrible, so disgusted...”

“Well, for now try to put it out of your head. Maybe you will discover that your performance here today has expiated your sins of the past.” He shuffled the papers on his desk. “As I said, Mrs. Ryan, about this other matter, we cannot let it wait.”

She wiped her eyes with a handkerchief he handed her. “Thank you,” she said. “What is it you want me to do?”

“Not much. It will take only a minute. Just sign these documents. They give me power of attorney for you. I’ll make the decisions and, if necessary, appear in court on your behalf. My friend has agreed to take the case for a small percentage. He’s sure the airline will agree to settle out of court. We’re asking for five million and expect to get at least three.”

“What must I do?”

“Just sign these papers and in a little while pick up a check that will make you rich.” She signed the documents as he handed them to her. “We think it won’t take more than a few weeks. The airline is anxious to get out of the newspapers as quickly as possible. I understand they are no longer serving chicken sandwiches,” he chuckled.

As she put her name to the last sheet, they heard a car pull up. “That will be your cab,” Stein said. “Here is my phone number.” He gave her a small slip of paper. “But don’t call me except in the most extreme emergency. When the case is settled, I’ll be in touch with you.”

He led her down the hall and watched as she descended the stairs. “I’ll be in touch,” he repeated. The bolts slid back mechanically. She opened the door and was outside.