Elenah Firenza, also known as Stiletto looked up from the report she had just been handed. "Mario," she frowned, "this just won’t do." Her voice was clear, almost musical, but it contained a definite hint of menace.

Her capo nodded. Mario Polenta was the only one allowed to see her unveiled, and was her contact with the rest of her criminal organization. He had served her since the murder of her father ten years ago. Her father had been murdered by members of a rival gang. Elenah had been only sixteen at the time, but she thrust herself into the role of mob boss, displaying a ruthlessness and intelligence that had earned her the respect of her followers.

When she had first assumed the role of leadership, she had taken to wearing a veil to disguise her youth. But as she gained experience she had found it useful to keep her identity a secret. It enabled her to lead a double life. To the public she was Elenah Firenza, Italian noblewoman and accepted socialite. To criminals she was Stiletto, one of the most feared crime bosses in Metro City. Only Mario knew her real identity, but even he addressed her as "Stiletto."

She was not happy with the report Mario had handed her. Too many of her criminal activities were getting out of hand. Two of her "clients" had missed their protection payments. "Pay a visit to these two," she ordered. "I want their businesses destroyed." Her carefully manicured finger traveled further down the list. Two of her agents had bungled a drug operation. "And these two. I want them dead."

Mario nodded. Probably the two bunglers had simply screwed up. But even criminals had their standards, and Stiletto’s were higher than most. It would serve as a warning to the rest of the low-level criminals who did most of her work for her. Next time they would think twice about losing any money they were entrusted with.

A knock sounded at the door. Mario went to it and unlocked a small mail slot in its middle. He returned with a sealed envelope.

Elenah tore open the envelope. She quickly scanned the note inside, and then read it again more slowly. She pursed her succulent lips. The note seemed authentic, but she had learned long ago to trust no one.

The note was in Retinoff’s beautifully crafted script. She had his first letter and the handwriting matched exactly. But it was the content of the message she did not trust. The Mad Russian was asking for another meeting, but this time in a different location. She did not trust this. At the last meeting all of the assembled crimelords had agreed to meet in his headquarters. This latest letter suggested a meeting near the docks. That was a little too close to the lair of her chief rival, Shark Stevens, for her comfort. However, she knew the location. It was a small Chinese restaurant just off the waterfront. It should be safe enough, provided she sent some of her men ahead to check it out.

She took out a pen she wrote a terse reply and handed it to the man. "Give this to the man who brought the note," she ordered.

Mario left the room and returned a minute later. "Check out the Half Moon Restaurant. I’m going to be meeting there tomorrow with Retinoff and the other crime bosses and I want you to make sure there are no traps."

"Will do, Stiletto. I’ll make sure it’s safe."

She waved him away and returned to her work, but her mind wandered to Retinoff’s note. He was calling the meeting two weeks earlier than agreed upon. But his note had told of good news. She hoped he was right. During the last six weeks the city’s superheroines had played havoc with her profits. She was barely breaking even. Something would have to be done about them and fast.

Excited by the news, she found it hard to concentrate on her work. She got up and went into the bathroom. Perhaps she would go home early today. She picked up her hairbrush and gave her raven tresses a few strokes. She studied herself in the mirror. She was a very attractive woman. Tall and shapely, with a narrow waist and full breasts, she filled out the low cut dress she was wearing most fetchingly. He somewhat dark Italian features gave her a look of sultry beauty that turned heads wherever she went. She was only twenty-six and in her physical prime. One day, she promised herself, she would settle down. Her life of crime had kept her so busy that she had not had the time to take a lover or even a boyfriend. That was something she would have to rectify. A virgin at twenty-six. That was heading into old maid territory. If Retinoff’s scheme worked she would be able to consolidate her crime empire. Then she could turn over most of its operations to her capo and devote herself to finding a lover and a husband among the social elite of Metro City. Finally, she would be able to restore the family fortune.

She smiled, and her radiant beauty shone forth from the mirror. It was a wonderful dream, but perhaps one day it would come true. Tomorrow she would meet with Retinoff. She wondered at his good news. Perhaps Zhuang Zhijian had come through early. She certainly hoped so. Her business would not last much longer with those damned superheroines constantly on the prowl. How gratifying it would be when she finally got her hands on one or the other of them. Retinoff had promised that they would each get one to torture and torment as they saw fit. It was certainly something to look forward to. She licked her lips in delicious anticipation. Then, putting on her hat and coat, she exited the room by a secret door and made her way unseen to the streets. It was time to go home. Tomorrow, with any luck, she would get the news she hoped for.

The Half Moon restaurant appeared safe. Mario had checked it out for her. Apparently, Retinoff was already inside waiting for her. The other crimelords had not yet arrived. The back entrance was secure and she would be able to see anyone coming in through the front. She walked in through the front door.

Retinoff was sitting at the back of the restaurant, his face toward the door. He only had a single henchman with him. That was reassuring. It meant he was probably not up to any mischief. She approached him, Mario following. She was, of course, completely veiled, and dressed in a fetchingly low-cut black dress. As she neared the little Russian, something began to bother her. There was something not quite right about the setup.

She slowed, her eyes fixed on the diminutive crimelord. A chill went down her spine. The man facing her was not Retinoff! Instinctively, she turned to leave, but she was already too late. Standing in the doorway was the hulking form of Shark Stevens. He must have been hiding behind the door. In his hand he held a Browning .45. It was pointed directly at her and Mario. "That’s right, Stiletto. This is a trap. And you are prey." Steven’s voice was quiet, but threatening, every syllable dripping evil.

Elenah knew that she was in serious trouble, but she tried to brazen her way out of it. In a completely calm voice she addressed the rival crime boss. "What is the meaning of this? I was asked to attend a meeting by Retinoff and I find this imposter in his place." She gestured toward the false Retinoff, who was still seated at the table. "What is going on here?"

"Stevens gave her a leering grin. His eyes flicked over her swelling bosom. "Ain’t you a cool one? Of course, I always knew you had guts. But I’m in control here and you better cooperate. Tell your capo to give up his gun."

Elenah realized that she did not have much choice. It would do her no good if Mario tried to defend her and was simply gunned down. "Do as he asks, Mario. It’ll be alright."

Mario opened his mouth as if to protest, but seemed to think better of it. Slowly he took out his Beretta nine millimeter and lay it on one of the tables.

"Good boy," sneered Stevens. Then without changing his expression, he shot Mario point blank.

Elenah gasped in horror, but kept her composure. Her lifelong friend and advisor had just been killed, but she was helpless to do anything about it. She realized now that she should have taken the precaution of bringing more of her men with her.

She thought about the two razor edged knives strapped to her thigh. She knew how to use them with deadly efficiency, but there was no chance to get to them with Stevens’ gun pointed at her. She was beginning to sweat a little, even though it was not a particularly warm day. There had to be a way out of this, but she had to keep calm. If she just waited long enough there would doubtless be an opportunity to escape. She just has to wait until Stevens relaxed his guard.

So preoccupied was she with thoughts of escape and fear of Stevens’ motives that she did not even hear the man who had been standing beside the false Retinoff until he clamped a damp rag over her mouth. She gasped in surprise, too late recognizing the sweet smell of chloroform. She swayed as the anesthetizing fumes swept over her. Already she felt unconsciousness was forcing itself upon her. She took another breath. A buzzing sounded in her ears and then she knew nothing.

Elenah slowly opened her eyes. It took her head a little while to clear, but soon she became aware of her predicament. She was standing upright against a wall. From the pain in her arms she must have been standing there for quite some time, as her arms were pinned behind her and fastened to the wall by some means she could not determine. When she had been unconscious most of her weight had been supported by her arms and they ached agonizingly. She tried to stand and relieve the lightning bolts of pain that were shooting through her arms and shoulders.

With a groan, she managed to stand. She stood panting from the effort. It was then that she noticed Stevens quietly watching her from a chair about ten feet away. She was in a medium sized room, about twenty feet square. It was sparsely furnished with a chair, a table, a set of cupboards and a counter, and a small cot. Scattered about the room were various tools and restraints. With a feeling of horror, Elenah recognized many of the tools as instruments of torture.

Other than Stevens, Elenah was alone in the room. The man rose when he noticed that she was awake.

"Sorry to bring you here like this, but I couldn’t think of any other way for us to meet privately." Stevens smiled. Neither his smile nor his tone of voice seemed the least bit apologetic.

Stifling a moan, Elenah pulled herself together. She had to find a way out of this mess. "Why have you brought me here? Do you want to start a gang war? I demand my immediate release." She forced herself to sound outraged, in spite of the helpless fear that filled her mind.

"I don’t think you are in much of a position to make demands on me," returned Stevens, moving a little closer to her. "As to why you were brought here, I have several motives."

Elenah held her tongue although she wanted to fill the air with curses. She had to find out what Stevens was up to. And as he said, she was not in much of a position to make demands.

"I propose a merger of our two organizations," continued Stevens. "But on my terms. You order your men to turn over control of all your operations to my men. In return I let you keep 25% of the profits."

"What the Hell are you talking about?" In spite of her helpless situation, Elenah was truly outraged. "How dare you make such an offer? Me turn over my organization to you – a two-bit waterfront hoodlum? You must be kidding."

"There’s no joke," replied Stevens, his voice deep and menacing. "You are not in a position to refuse me anything I want. If you don’t give it to me I will just take it. Without your leadership, your organization will crumble."

Elenah felt a sense of despair. She knew that Stevens was probably right, but she could not bring herself to give into him without a fight. She cursed herself for being so careless as to get caught. It had cost the life of her most trusted lieutenant and it would probably result in the loss of her position as one of Metro City’s preeminent criminals.

"No," she said. "I refuse. There is no way I will surrender to you."

"I think you better Elenah. So far I have asked politely. But I am not going to beg you to surrender. I will give you one more chance. Cooperate or face the consequences."

Elenha’s eyes widened. Stevens knew her real name. But of course he did; she was no longer wearing her veil. He must have recognized her from her pictures in the society columns of the newspapers. He caught her reaction. "Yes," he nodded. "I know who you are. Your secret is out. The crime boss known as Stiletto is none other than trumped up socialite Elenah Firenza. Won’t it be interesting to see the reaction of your friends when I tell them that the daughter of a phony Italian noble is actually a member of the mob?"

"My father was nobility! You have no right to insult his memory."

Stevens laughed. "I have news for you. Your papa was no more than a minor member of the Italian underworld. He fooled the idiots who make up high society in Metro City, but he didn’t fool me. I killed him and I can kill you. Make up your mind. You have one minute."

Elenah was stunned. Stevens seemed to know everything about her. She felt a chill in her gut. Stevens had killed her father. She had thought the killer was some minor thug, not another crimelord. She now understood the deadly peril she was in. She was especially unnerved by the way Stevens looked at the V of her low-cut dress.

"Alright," she agreed. "I’ll cooperate. What do you want me to do?"

Stevens took out a sheaf of papers from his jacket pocket. "I want you to give detailed instructions to someone in your organization that knows your handwriting. Tell them that they are to turn over all aspects of you business to my men. And warn them of the consequences if they do not."

Elenah nodded agreement. With a smile of triumph, Stevens stepped right up to her and released her arms. She almost fell, but he caught her and guided her to the chair. He helped her sit down and set the papers and a pen and ink in front of her. Then he watched while she wrote what he dictated. When she had finished, she knew that her role as a crime boss in Metro City was over. At least until she could get free from Stevens. Then she would reverse everything she had agreed to. It would not be the first time she had doublecrossed one of her rivals.

"Good," said Stevens. "Now get out of that chair and put your hands behind your back."

"What do you mean?" Elenah asked, real alarm sounding in her voice. "I did as you asked, now let me go." As she spoke, her hand slipped down her leg toward the hidden knives on her right thigh.

"It isn’t quite that simple," said Stevens. "I can’t just let you go home. You’d backstab me in a second. Besides, you and I have some unfinished business."

"What business?" Elenah voice rose in fear. She had just discovered that her hidden knife sheaths were empty.

"Looking for these?" Stevens held up the two razor-edged blades that had been concealed beneath her dress. "You don’t think I would bring you in here without checking you for weapons did you? I didn’t get this far in my career by being stupid. Now, out of the chair and put your hands behind your back."

Elenah did not move. "What are you going to do?" She was breathing hard, but trying to calm herself. It would do her no good to panic.

"Well, I reckon that as long as I’ve gone to all the trouble to bring you here, you and I might as well have a little fun." He placed his meathook- like hand on her shoulder.

Elenah reacted without warning. She did not have her knives, but there was more than one way to take out a man. Stevens was so close that he could not avoid the blow she aimed at his private parts.

He did not scream, but with a grunt doubled over, holding his testicles. Elenah was out of the chair, aiming a kick at his head. Had she not still been suffering from the effects of having been drugged and tied up for several hours, she would have made contact. But Stevens was able to lurch away from her. Incredibly, despite the kick to his gonads, he was still on his feet. The man was amazingly tough. She pressed home her attack, aiming another kick between his legs, but Stevens had recovered enough to dodge the blow, and as he stepped aside he lashed out with one of his ham hands, catching Elenah on the side of the head.

Elenah felt as if she had been hit by a truck. She crashed into the table with such force that she was flipped over the top of it and landed on the other side. She struggled to get up, but her head swam. Stevens lumbered toward her. She half rose, and then her legs went out from under her. It gave Stevens the time he needed. Hurling his huge weight of top of her, he pinned her to the floor. Wrenching her arms behind her back he lashed her wrists together. Elenah moaned in pain and despair. She had tried to escape and failed. There was no telling what fate Stevens would have in mind for her now.

"Bitch," swore Stevens, holding his crotch. "You’re gonna pay for that."

Elenah did not reply. Stevens had trussed her up. Her hands were tightly bound behind her back and he had bent her legs up to her wrists and hog-tied her. In the struggle the front of her dress had been torn open, revealing a good portion of her high, perfect breasts, which were covered only by her brassiere. Strangely, Stevens had not called for help. Instead he had plunked himself down on the chair, seemingly waiting for the effects of Elenah’s blow to his testicles to wear off. At length, he got to his feet. Picking her up, he dumped her on top of the table.

Waving one of her knives in front of her face, Stevens spoke. "If you weren’t such a good looking bitch I’d carve you like a turkey. But I’ve got better plans for you than that."

Helpless to prevent him, Elenah could only lie helpless while Stevens bound her to the tabletop. He was taking no chances. He took a length of rope and placed it across her neck, forcing her head down on the table.

Then he straightened her legs and cut the ropes on her ankles. He stood back and admired his handiwork.

Elenah Firenza was a very attractive woman. Even in her disheveled state, she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She had dark Italian good looks. Her deep brown eyes were flecked with green speckles. Her cheekbones were high and her nose straight. Her lips were full and pouting and her teeth white and straight. Her raven hair had come loose and spread out from her head like a thick, black mane. She was breathing heavily, her large full breasts rising and falling. Her waist was narrow, almost wasp-like and was accentuated by her flaring hips. Her dress had become pushed up to her thighs, revealing long shapely legs, which she tried to pull up as if to hide them.

Stevens licked his lips. "Now, bitch, it’s payback time." He placed his hands on her bodice and ripped open the remainder of her dress.

"No," Elenah protested. "You wouldn’t dare."

"The Hell I wouldn’t Stevens replied. "You think signing that paper was the only reason I brought you here?" With a violent tug he ripped what was left of her dress from her body.

"You son of a bitch. Let me go," Elenah cried. Her bosom heaved. Stevens already had an erection just thinking about what he was going to do to her.

"I’m been looking forward to this ever since I saw you at that meeting Retinoff arranged." He slipped his hands under the thing elastic of her bra and snapped the thin material with a twist of his wrists. Elenah gasped as her large breasts fell free, her light brown nipples hardening as they were exposed to the air.

"Please don’t," she begged, changing her tactics. "I’ll do anything you ask, only please let me go."

"Anything?" Stevens asked, his hands hovering only inches from her succulent mounds.

"Yes, anything," replied Elenah, her dark eyes wide with fear.

Stevens cupped her breasts, watching the revulsion on Elenah’s face as he squeezed her soft flesh. "Anything, hey. OK, I’ll give you a chance to prove it. Reluctantly, he released her breasts and retied her ankles. Then he untied the rope pinning her neck to the top of the table. Lifting her off the table, he set her on the floor in a kneeling position and held her that way by placing one hand on her shoulder/

"W…Wh…What are you going to do?" Elenah quavered. Stevens smiled and watched her eyes widen even farther as he unzipped his pants.

"No, I can’t do that!" From the sound of her voice, the supposedly tough crime boss was close to tears.

"You said anything. Do you want me to let you go or not? If you won’t let me fuck you then you better give me something in compensation. Otherwise, I’m gonna put you back on the table and we’ll do things my way."

"You said anything. Do you want me to let you go or not? If you won’t let me fuck you then you better give me something in compensation. Otherwise, I’m gonna put you back on the table and we’ll do things my way."

"No," Elenah pleaded. "Don’t do that, I’ll do as you ask." She was almost weeping in humiliation.

Slowly, while Elenah watched in horror, Stevens unbuckled his belt. His grim visage, dark with a five o’clock shadow, was triumphant. It was a look that Elenah promised herself that she would wipe from his face one day, if she ever got out of this mess. He dropped his shorts, revealing his thick, heavy penis. To Elenah, it appeared gigantic, and in truth it was a fine specimen of manhood, some ten inches long and two inches across. Unfamiliar as she was with men, she still realized that she was looking at a monster.

She looked away, trying not to show her fear, but Stevens grabbed her hair and pulled her head around so that his huge organ was positioned only inches from her lips. She felt complete despair. Here she was, one of the most power crimelords of Metro City, bound hand and foot, and on her knees in front of one of her bitterest rivals.

"Alright, baby," Stevens leered. "It’s all yours."

"I…I don’t know what to do," Elenah quavered.

"You mean you’ve never taken a man in your mouth before?" Stevens asked, surprised. He released her hair and stepped back to look at her.

Elenah shook her head. "No," she murmured.

"Not had much of a sex life have you?" Grabbing her hair again, he pulled her mouth toward his waiting manhood. "Start by kissing it, honey. Then we’ll go from there."

Elenah was almost nauseated. She could smell the stink of his genitals. A smell of sweat mixed with a hint of semen. It appeared that personal hygiene was not a strength of Stevens’ character. He also reeked of the smell of tobacco smoke and the wad of chewing tobacco that seemed to permanently be in his mouth.

Her lips touched the glans of his penis. It was shiny and warm, pulsing with the flow of blood within. Fighting to control her heaving stomach, Elenah willed herself to kiss it. Stevens pulled her head closer, forcing her to wrap her lips around it.

"Ahh," sighed Stevens. "That is so good. Now open up and take a bit more of it."

"I can’t," Elenah wailed, "it’s too big." She was almost sobbing with mortification.

"I said open up!" Stevens pulled her hair hard, thrusting his phallus past her trembling lips.

Elenah almost gagged, but opened her mouth to accept as much of his mighty rod as possible. "That’s it, baby," Stevens exulted. "Now suck on it."

Elenah sucked, and Stevens began to move his hips, thrusting in and out of her mouth. Each time he penetrated a little more, until Elenah thought her jaw was going to be dislocated. Still, he pushed deeper, moving in and out a little more rapidly. Elenah began to have problems breathing. The monstrous cock was filling up her mouth and pushing to the back of her throat.

"Oh," moaned Stevens, "that’s so good. You sure you’ve never done this before? You’re a natural."

Elenah could not reply. By now Stevens was so excited that he was beginning to leak semen into her mouth. The salty taste disgusted her, but she forced herself to cooperate. She would do anything to get away from this monster. How long was it going to take to satisfy him?

Stevens began to pant heavily. Elenah could tell from the sound and from his level of excitement that he was close to ejaculating. She steeled herself for the rush of thick male cream into her mouth. She knew Stevens would not be satisfied unless she took all of it.

""Ugh!" Stevens grunted as he came. A spurt of milky fluid hit the back of her throat. He held her head until she swallowed and then withdrew, leaving her gasping, a trickle of ejaculant dribbling from the corners of her mouth.

Elenah was filled with disgust at what she had been forced to do, but now at least the deed was done. Stevens would let her go.

"Alright," she said. "Untie me. I did what asked. Now let me go."

Stevens laughed uproariously. "How in Hell did you ever get to be a crime boss? I’ve never met someone so stupid. Did you really think I’d let you go just for a blow job? I’m just getting warmed up. If you are as good at fucking as you are at sucking them I’m gonna have a real good time."

Elenah’s heart sank. All along she had not really believed that Stevens would release her, but bound hand and foot she had not had much choice. Now there was just one thing left. She would have to grovel before him.

"Please, Shark. I should never have dared challenge you. I was stupid. I’m only a woman. You are far superior to me. I promise I’ll never get in your way again. Just let me go. I’ll leave town. I’ll turn over everything to you." She put as much pleading and defeat into her voice as she could. I was mortifying to have to cringe before the stupid thug, but it was all she had left.

Stevens laughed again. This time it was a low, ominous chuckle. "You must think I’m completely stupid. I didn’t get to where I am today by being taken in by a broad. I might let you go. But first of all I’m going to see if your pussy is as good as your mouth."

Elenah hung her head. This time she was not pretending. She was completely at Stevens’ mercy. Almost totally naked, her arms tied behind her back, and kneeling before a brutal crimelord, she was in a hopeless situation. She could only hope that something would happen to save her. Otherwise she would soon lose her virginity. She could imagine how much that would please Stevens. It would be the ultimate in humiliation and degradation.

For the moment, however, she was safe. Stevens had blown his load. Until he could get an erection her maidenhead was safe. But how long would that be? With her limited experience of sex she had no idea how long it would take Stevens to recover his virility. For all she knew it might be minutes. But it might be hours. That would give her a chance to escape.

Stevens had pulled his pants up. Bending over he picked her up and set her back down on the table. She lay there naked and helpless while Stevens looked her over. "I never get tired of looking at you, babe. Let’s check out your pussy." He grabbed hold of the waistband of her panties and ripped the delicate fabric apart. Within seconds he had reduced her last item of clothing to a rag and torn it from her body.

Elenah shuddered as Stevens ran his big hands over her body. She was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His hands moved over her large breasts, tweaking her nipples, then down to her belly and even farther to her pelvis. His hands caressed her dark muff. He inserted a finger into her cleft. "Tight," he murmured appreciatively. "Very tight." He slid his finger deeper, causing Elenah to squirm involuntarily.

Stevens’ eyes widened in surprise. "A virgin! You’re a little old for a virgin aren’t you? Who’d have thought you’d be a virgin? This is going to be even better than I imagined."

"You bastard!" Elenah spat, filled with indignant rage. There was no point in pretending subservience now. She might as well let him know how she felt about him. "Too bad you’re not a man. A real man doesn’t have to victimize a helpless woman."

"Helpless?" Stevens said. "Yes you’re helpless, but only because I made you helpless. You’d cut my throat in a second if I let you loose. I have no intention of letting you goad me into doing something stupid. You’re gonna stay right there until I’m ready to let you go. And judging from your body it’s gonna take a while for me to get tired of you"

Stevens continued to explore her body while he spoke. Elenah squirmed at the continued outrage, but was forced to endure. Stevens’ hands closed on her breasts again, squeezing hard. Elenah gasped at the torture. He took her areolas between his fingers and pulled, stretching the tender flesh. Elenah writhed in pain, her hourglass figure twisting as she tried to avoid the painful mauling. Then Stevens lowered his mouth to her left nipple, and took the engorged teat between his teeth. He hurt her badly, biting hard enough to draw blood.

"Aaaggghh!" Elenah screamed. "Stop you son of a bitch. You’re hurting me."

"That’s the whole idea," said Stevens with a malicious grin. "You better get used to it. I treat all my women like that."

"Then you’re as poor lover as you are a man," she retorted.

"How the hell would you know, virgin? But you are about to find out. In a little while I’m gonna burst your cherry. Until then, I’m gonna see how much pain you can stand."

"Aaaggghhh!" Stevens bit down on her other nipple. Both of her areolas were now bleeding. He shifted his teeth higher on her luscious mounds and bit down again, piercing the skin once more. Elenah screamed again. Was the brutal bastard going to spend the next few hours chewing on her tits?

"Did I mention that I bit the teats off my last mistress?" Stevens asked. "But I think I save that for desert. I want you in one piece while I fuck you."

She whimpered as he squeezed hard on her breast again, letting the tender flesh bulge between his fingers. He smiled. He would show this haughty bitch what happened to those who dared to challenge Shark Stevens. For the next two hours Stevens proceeded to maul her, pinching and squeezing every part of her body. By the time he was finished she was covered in bruises and scratches. She hurt all over.

Suddenly, the continual mauling stopped. Stevens was dragging her backside toward the end of the table. She wondered what form of torment he was going to visit on her next. And then she understood. Stevens was ready for her again.

He untied her ankles and spread her legs. Then he pulled her closer to the edge of the table and tied each of her ankles to one of the table legs. The effect left half her backside hanging over the edge of the table. Her labia were parted, allowing him to see the pink of her love tunnel. Dropping his pants and shorts once more he moved between her legs. "The moment of truth, babe. Now you become a woman."

"Please no," Elenah pleaded. She could not help herself. This would be the final act of degradation. Never in her worst nightmares had she envisioned losing her virginity to such a heartless brute. But now it seemed that nothing could stop him.

And nothing could. Stevens thrust into her, his stiff lance pushing into her. It was not an easy penetration. Elenah was very tight, and Stevens was very big. But he was in no hurry. He wanted to gauge the reaction of the helpless woman as he took her virginity.

Elenah gasped and then wept. Only a few hours ago, she had been a powerful crimelord. Now she was a terrified woman experiencing the pain and humiliation of rape and torture. Then she screamed. Her hymen had been torn apart. Stevens thrust deep into her, stretching the walls of her vagina beyond what she would have thought possible. Her body bucked and her back arched as the huge crimelord buried his shaft within her. She screamed again and again, before subsiding into uncontrolled sobbing. It seemed in this defeat, she had lost everything she had fought so hard for since she had been a girl. She had been reduced to nothing more than the sexual plaything of her greatest enemy.

Stevens raped her for a good two hours. His female rival was gratifyingly tight. And her reaction to his brutality satisfied his sadistic impulses. Finally, his victim, battered and bruised beyond recognition as the beautiful socialite she had pretended to be only a day before, fainted. Stevens blew his load into her, thinking how gratifying it would be to impregnate her. If he did, he’d keep her prisoner had force her to carry the child to term. He had already decided not to kill her. He had enjoyed raping and torturing her fat too much for that. He would keep her around. There were still a number of sexual perversions he wanted to acquaint her with.