Gagged and still secured to the frame, I had to just sit there, on the prong, and watch Wesley escort the pair out of the room. They chatted in the hall for over five minutes before they finally left the flat. I half expected Wesley, Bella and D.W. to appear, but Wesley was on his own. The other two must have left at the same time as their boss and his girlfriend.

The muscular black lad stood behind the chair and held his arms out wide. "This pad is a shit load better than my dive. You and me are going to have fun for a couple of days, heh? Lilly, I'm so fucking hungry I'm going to pop out right away and get us a Chinese. I saw the takeaway on the corner..."

I wanted to scream at the retreating figure to release me before he left the flat, but I couldn't. On reflexion, as I tried to cope with my back-bending position, I guessed that it would take a while before he could trust me.

I knew I had at least a half an hour wait because the takeaway that he was referring to was busy between nine and ten in the evening. The wait gave me time to ponder my awkward situation. I eyed my phone which was lying on the sofa, but it would be dangerous to use it in the flat with Wesley around. I was going to have to bide my time until the morning. That was the earliest that I could contact DI Bower to alert him that I was in a fix.

How bad was it though? I was just two days away from a meeting with possibly someone higher in the organization, meanwhile I had 48 hours to dig information out of Wesley. A plan was beginning to form in my head...

* * *

Wesley was gone an interminable time. He didn't return to the flat until 22:20 by which time I was desperate to be released. He brought with him the heavenly aroma of Chinese cuisine and the sound of cans banging together. He was humming to himself while he took everything in the kitchen, then came through to the lounge to check on me.

He knelt down beside me and ran his hand over my stomach. "Are you hungry, Baby?" I nodded.

I then winced when he reached higher and cruelly twisted my right nipple. "Uggh!"

He dropped his hand to my stomach again, then continued down to my thrusting labia. He slid a finger into my slick furrow, then mashed my clit. "This is what you're hungry for, isn't it girl?"

I had to humour the guy. "Uggh!"

"Good girl. That was the right answer and gets you one point..." The roving finger slipped into my unresisting liquified entrance. "Fuck, girl, it's hotter than a volcano in here." He jagged his finger back and forth a couple of times in my quim, then after withdrawing it, sniffed the glistening exudation. "Fuck you've even got a sweet smell."

He moved behind me. "Uh," I grunted in surprise when there was a couple of clicks from the back of the frame.

The clicks were the sound of the short bar being released from the side bars. That meant that my wrist cuffs were still attached to the short bar. I waited for him to disconnect my cuffs, but he had no intention to release me.

"Bitch, lean forward and I'll hold the plug..." As I moved forward, Wesley held the 'V' shaped bars steady so that I could disengage myself from the stout, stainless-steel butt plug.

"Ahhhhh," I groaned when the thick part of the phallus stretched the tight ring of muscle defending that orifice. Slap!

Wesley delivered a powerful slap. "Stop complaining, girl." He grabbed my neck and pushed my head down so that my forehead was pressed against the rug. "Dip your back and stick that white ass of yours back." Slap!

"Ugh!" I grunted after he slapped me hard again.

"There's a good bitch," Wesley said as soon as I was in the required stance. He stood up and set about removing both his pants and underpants. "I love to shag little bitches like you, doggy style," he said just before dropping to his knees and taking up a position foursquare behind me.

He was behaving in a brutal fashion, but I judged that he was forcing himself to be extra mean to me to test my limits. Having taken up the position, he took hold of the bar that linked my wrist cuffs and simultaneously steered his cock into my lower, hungry entrance. He then lifted the bar and began to hammer his cock into me with as much power as he could muster.

"Shit, bitch, tight and juicy should be your nickname. Maybe T.J. What do you say?"

Each time his massive balls slapped against my raw labia, the pain ramped up to such a degree my eyes began to water. He was holding the bar high to pull my shoulders back and curve my spine even more than before. He was riding me hard while attempting to get some extra depth even though he was hammering hard against my extremity.

"Ughhhhh," I groaned when my shoulders and back complained about the stress Wesley was applying to my slim body.

"Shit, you complain a lot for a whore," He muttered while jarring my body with every powerful thrust he delivered.

It didn't take long for my senses to react differently to being drilled by a massive cock, in such a brutal manner. "Arrrrrrrr." My tune changed to the unmistakable sound of someone enjoying being fucked by a young, muscular black lad. "Ahhhhhh," I sighed while being overwhelmed by an incredibly intense orgasm.

When I was absorbed by my dark side, Wesley's approach ticked all the boxes. Being bound and gagged by a domineering young man and being reminded of the throbbing pain from my cunt with each thrust of his hips, sent my senses into orbit.