The Black Widows

[Wormseye]

The ‘Black Widows’ is an organisation of female enforcers who can be hired to carry out punishments for money. From the outside this group consists of women of all ages, walks of life, shapes and sizes. Nevertheless, they all have specialist methods for humiliating their male victims. Some of these ladies are also jacks-of–all-trades and carry out whatever punishment the client insists on. Whatever they do, they do it well and a recording as evidence for their employers is standard.

Black Widows – Pay your debts

Paul fluffed the pillows hastily before heading towards the front door, the sound of the bell still echoing in the hallway.
‘Hi, are you Paul? I am Becky’ said the young woman stood on his doorstep.
Paul smiled, confirmed he was indeed Paul and beckoned her into his house. Becky courteously wiped her feet before she entered and put down the large sports holder she was carrying onto the floor near the door. Looking up at Paul’s slightly confused face,
‘I’m planning on going to the gym afterwards’ she smiled. ‘Is it ok if I leave it her for now?’
‘Of course, no problem’ replied Paul as he gestured to the front room, ‘Please go through, Becky.’
Becky was quite pretty although she was a bit plump. She had already told Paul that she was on a course at uni on the phone the day previous, so he presumed she was about 18 or 19 years old. She wore a heavy padded jacket, jeans and pink trainers.
Once they got through to the living room, Paul offered to take Becky’s coat. Immediately, she unzipped her coat and handed it to him. Paul could not help noticing that Becky was wearing a tight top, that barely hid the fact that she had very large breasts. Although, he felt a tingle, he was determined to stay professional. After all this young lady had come around for tuition and at 45, he was old enough to be her father!
Both taking a seat opposite each other at Pauls dining table, he smiled at Becky,
‘So Becky, I understand that you need some help with a physics assignment.’
‘Yes, I have brought it with me.’ She replied opening the folder she had removed from her bag earlier and placed it on the table in front of her.
‘Do you think I could have something to drink, Paul? I am a bit stressed out with this whole business to be honest’
‘Of course. Would you like water or maybe a hot drink?’ asked Paul.
‘I would love a tea, but only if you are having one’ Replied Becky politely.
Leaving Becky at the table, Paul disappeared into the kitchen. Five minutes later, he returned carrying a small tray with two cups of steaming hot tea. Putting down the tray onto the table, Paul set out two place mats, then placed Becky’s cup onto one, then his own onto the other.
Becky turned to Paul apologetically, ‘Sorry to be a pain, but could I have a bit more milk in mine. I can’t drink it so strong, sorry!’
Paul obliged and duly went back into the kitchen. Becky followed him with her eyes until he was out of sight. Quickly she reached into her pocket, pulled out a tiny bottle. Still looking in the direction of the kitchen, she unscrewed the minute cap, and poured a few drops into Paul’s tea. The liquid promptly dissipated, leaving no discolouration. Hearing Paul return from the kitchen, she calmly replaced the cap and stuck the container into her pocket. Leaning forward with her elbows on the table, she cradled her cup with both hands as he entered back into the room. Paul handed the milk carton to Becky who took it and filled her cup to the brim.
‘Shall we get started?’ Said Paul between sips.
‘Here’s the actual question.’ Becky slid the folder around so that Paul could see it.
‘I see’ said Paul taking a few more gulps from his tea. ‘Why don’t you begin by telling me how you understand the task.’
‘Well…’ began Becky.
Paul started to feel a warm fuzzy feeling, which was quite pleasant at first. However, as Becky continued, it sounded like she was speaking from another room. Soon the fuzzy feeling turned to dizziness and Becky’s words seemed to fade away completely. Then…. Nothing! Paul slumped back into his chair.
Becky pressed her hot tea cup onto Paul’s hand. No reaction! Satisfied that he was out cold, she got up and headed back to the hallway to retrieve her large sports holder.

Paul came to with a feeling of tight pressure on his arms. It felt like they were being pulled out of their sockets. It wasn’t until he tried to move them, that he realized that they were tied above his head. On closer inspection, he could see that they were attached to a pull up bar that had been set up in the door frame between the living room and the main hallway. Simultaneously, he noticed that something was gagging his mouth. Although, he couldn’t quite see it from that angle, he could see that it was black. It felt like cotton and it smelled of perfume. Before he could think any more on it, Paul heard a voice,
‘Hi sleepy head. Glad you’re back with me.’
Paul instantly looked up. What he saw filled him with horror!
Becky now stood in front of him. She had stripped down to her black skimpy panties. She stood there topless with her huge magnificent breasts on full display. Paul now realized that his gag was actually Becky’s bra. However, it wasn’t this that filled him with dread. It was the fact that Becky was wearing a pair of ox-blood coloured boxing gloves!
‘I have been sent by Mr Hodgekins’ Beamed Becky, quite clearly relishing Paul’s reaction to that name.
Paul now started to tremble. Hodgekins was a local villain who ran an illegal gamble racket. Paul had had a problem for years and had been barred from all gaming locations. He had turned to Hodgekins because he had nowhere else to go. He was into this thug for £5,000. Naturally, Hodgekins had been piling on the interest at an extortionate rate and Paul was really struggling to pay it back. He had hope Hodgekins would give him more time, but obviously his patience had run out.
Becky was now grinning from ear to ear and loving Paul’s look of terror on his face. She sauntered over to him slowly, grabbed his head in her gloved hands and turned it to face in the direction she wanted.
‘Smile for the camera!’ she whispered in his ear.
Paul’s horror was now complete as he spied the small red recording light of Becky’s mobile set up on a retractable tripod.
Becky released his head and stepped back. She began to shadow box, her melons bouncing up and down as he did so. She continuously looked over at Paul, loving the petrified look on his face. Paul, knowing what was going to happen, tried to plead with Becky through his gag,
‘nnnnooo, please’
Becky seemed to squeal with delight with every muffled plea that came from his mouth. Paul notice that she was breathing heavily and her nipples were erected. His fear rose ten-fold as he grasped that Becky was turned on by this sort of thing.
Paul’s whining soon came to an abrupt end as Becky stepped forward and planted her fist right between Paul’s eyes. Not that he had time to think about the pain as Becky slammed a right hook into his cheek. Becky now danced around him, her massive tits bobbing up and down as she shot jab after jab into Pauls’ face. Suddenly she drew back and placed a low punch hard into Paul’s balls. Paul screamed in agony through Becky’s bra as he felt his balls shoot up into his body. Becky let out a squeal of delight at Paul’s pain. Giving him no time to recover, Becky stepped forward to Paul’s slumped body and shot an almighty uppercut to his chin. Paul’s head reeled upwards and he started to see stars. Becky, looking him directly in the eyes in order to judge his distress, now started to moan with pleasure.
‘So, Mr Hodgekins wants you to know that if you don’t pay up, our little movie here gets sent to your boss and your colleagues!’ Said Becky, hardly able to contain her arousal.
Before Paul could really start to consider the implications of what Becky had said, she slowly stepped up to him again and fired a straight punch to his face. A sharp pain shot up into Paul’s nose, followed by a wetness that could only have been blood. Becky, who was now giggling with excitement stepped back and planted another straight punch with her other fist, this time into Paul’s mouth.
‘By the way. Mr Hodgekins has paid for an half hour’ Said Becky as she slammed a cross into Paul’s already bruised and battered face.
‘Oh, I almost forgot. He has insisted on a knock out!’ Grinned Becky, this time smashing her right into Paul’s floating rib instantly taking his breath away.
Becky continued with combinations of crosses, hooks and jabs and it wasn’t long before the starts in front of Paul’s eyes got worse and he could feel himself going.
Becky’s huge tits were now wet with sweat as she pounded the living daylights out of her victim, her magnificent chest heaving with a mixture of excitement and effort.

It was a double cross combination that finally put Paul to sleep. The last thing he saw before his lights went out was Becky’s grinning face.

When Paul awoke, he was crumpled on the floor, Becky’s bra still stuffed into his mouth. Still drowsy and in pain, he tried to sit up. As he did, a business card that had been resting on his head, fell to the ground. He picked it up and squinted his swollen eyes. It was black and embossed with raised silver-coloured letters spelling out the words, ‘Black Widows’ On the reverse, someone had written a telephone number and the name ‘Hodgekins’.

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[Wormseye]

Reminder: The ‘Black Widows’ is an organisation of female enforcers who can be hired to carry out punishments for money. From the outside this group consists of women of all ages, walks of life, shapes and sizes. Nevertheless, they all have specialist methods for humiliating their male victims. Some of these ladies are also jacks-of–all-trades and carry out whatever punishment the client insists on. Whatever they do, they do it well and a recording as evidence for their employers is standard.

Don sprawled out on the deluxe lounger as he sipped his cocktail. His short stubby legs didn’t reach the end giving it the appearance of being oversized. Holding his drink with his left hand, his right rested on his mid-life beer belly. Taking in the ambience of this luxury spa, Don noticed two women enter through the main doors out of the corner of his eye. They were wearing spa robes and high-heels. Don smirked to himself at the lunacy (in his mind) of wearing such footwear in this type of location. Nevertheless, his gazed didn’t stay long with the two ladies. Although attractive, they were middle-aged and that was out of Don’s interest bracket. He preferred them at least 20 years younger. Returning to his drink, he pondered his latest actions with a smug look on his face. You are one clever joe, Don thought to himself. He had just managed to get possession of his ex-business partner’s half of the company. His lawyers had had this guy wrapped up completely, by the time they had finished with him, he didn’t have a legal leg to stand on!

Swigging down the rest of his cocktail, Don raised his short arm and snipped his fingers without even turning around. The young blonde waitress rolled her eyes and made her way towards him.

“What can I get you, sir” she asked trying desperately to disguise her contempt. “Same again” grunted Don without even looking at her.
The lass dutifully headed off to fix his drink.

Don scanned the area once again. Just previously he had seen some younger women with banging bodies getting into the pool. He had hope they would be over his side now, so that he could get a better eyeful! However, much to Don’s disappointment, they had already gone. Whilst looking around for other beauties, Don couldn’t help but notice that the whole place was virtually empty bar a few people doted around the vast space. Only the waitress and the two mature women from earlier were still there. As Don glanced over, he could see one of the women leaning over the bar and passing the waitress a stuffed brown envelop to which the waitress nodded and eagerly took the package. Don thought it was strange but quickly lost interest and picked up his phone to check his messages.

Engrossed in his phone, Don jumped when he heard the ‘ahem’. Looking up, he saw the two middle-aged women from the bar now standing in front of him.

“How are you?” said the brunette with shoulder-length curly hair.
“I am Nicola” she added.
Before he could say anything, the blonde with the short bobtail cut spoke – her accent Canadian,
“And I am Anja”.

They both hovered at the end of Don’s lounger, completely taking up his field of vision. Both women were quite tall and, as far as Don could tell through the spa robes, certainly not overweight. Nicola was the taller, standing at at least 5’10, whilst Anja was about 5’8 maybe 5’9.
“Have we met before?” Asked Nicola smiling.

“Not that I know of.” Replied Don somewhat irritated at this intrusion.
“Aren’t you Don Mathews?” She countered
“How do you know that?” said Don now a bit rattled.
“We have a mutual friend! Mr Davis.”

Don was now really rattled. That was his ex-business partner. The same Gerry Davis he had screwed over recently. His eyes darted around the room hoping to see other people. When he realised that the place was now completely empty, he turned to the bar in desperate hope that the waitress was still there.

“Oh she has gone” Said Anja. “We gave her some cash to knock off early.” She added.
“She wanted to watch but we thought it would be better if she went” grinned Nicola.
“Watch what?” Asked Don nervously
“This!” laughed Nicola.

Before Don could react, Anja, who had manoeuvred her way around the back of Don’s lounger during the conversation, wrapped her arm around his neck and applied an expert choke hold. Don instantly tensed up as Anja squeezed his throat. However, Don’s attention was immediately draw to the excruciating pain in his testicles as Nicole’s fist landed with full force.
Anja released Don as he doubled with pain from Nicola’s strike. She then joined Nicola around the front. Untying their robes, they let them drop to the floor. Nicola stood there with her hands on her hips in her black bikini with matching highheels. Her ample large breasts fought to stay covered by such little about of cloth. Anja’s bikini was pink and although her breasts weren’t quite as plentiful, they were well-formed and firm.

“Mr Davis would like us to convince you of the benefits of reconsidering your recent legal action against him” Smiled Nicola.

“And Mr Davis would like us to record the negotiations” grinned Anja, pointing at the CCTV cameras and then to a camera on a tripod that appeared to move with her!

“Whaatttt?” replied Don, the terror in his voice now very evident.

Don desperately pleaded with the women, offering them twice the amount Davis had paid. But is was two late, the Women pounced on him. Anja was first to reach him and she casually rammed her foot into his groin. Don shocked and very much in pain doubled over again. Nicola both arrived a fraction of a second later and also drove her foot into Don’s balls. Don’s knees buckled and he dropped to the floor. Still on all fours and in agony, Anja’s foot made contact with his face, closely followed by Nicola’s on the other side. The ladies continued to kick him in the face as he crawled from one side of the room to the other. Anja delivered the knock down blow by grabbing a tuff of his hair, twisting his head towards her and slamming her knee into his face. Don felt his legs give way again and slumped to the floor.
When Don came to, Anja and Nicola were still laughing and hi-fiving each other. Don, although still groggy managed to have enough sense about him to make a run for the door. He relief was short-lived as the door had been bolted. About to turn around and look for an alternative escape route, Nicola slammed his head into the closed door. Anja followed this with a kidney punch and Nicola grabbed him in a rear choke hold. Together they pulled the screaming man back towards the pool. Immediately, they forced him to the ground and flipped his over. Anja managed to grab his flaying arms and Nicola his ankles. Swaying him back and for a few times, they simultaneously let go and Don flew into the pool with a huge splash. Not wasting anytime, Anja jumped in behind him, grabbed Don by the hair from behind and dragged the small man to the edge of the pool. Sitting on the poolside and with Don still in the water, she sat back, clamped her legs around his head and applied an expert figure of four lock to his head. Immediately, Don could feel the pressure on his throat. Egged on by Nicola, and much to the terror of her victim, she slid into the water taking the man with her. Firmly trapped and submerged, it didn’t take long before he flayed wildly with his arms and legs. Nicola, grinned down at the bubbles coming from below the surface.

After a few moments, Anja pulled herself back onto the edge. Don gasped a huge breath as he re-submerged. ‘ Oh dear, I could have drowned you there.’ Said Anja.
“Now about this contract!” Said Nicola
“I believe Mr Davis is looking for a 90-10 split – in his favour of course!” She added.
Don, still gasping for breath, mouthed a ‘no way’.
“I see” said Nicola. “Please continue with the negotiations, Anja”

‘Please, no!” gasped Don in sheer panic. Anja ignoring him, slid back in, smiling at his gurgled cries.

When finally Anja released her lock, Nicola had already joined her in the water. Pulling him up to the surface by his hair, Nicola immediately pushed down on his shoulders, ducking him under the water. Wrapping his strong thighs around his neck, she looked down at him over her magnificent tits and grinned before she falling forward and effectively pushing him underwater. Once again Don started to flap in horror as he viewed Nicola’s distorted face starring at him through the water. After a while, she leant back allowing his head to float upwards. ‘Me and Anja ended a man like this once’ Said Nicola, grinning. ‘Yes, we held him upside down by his ankles in the water.’ She added before she leant forward again and ducked he victim. Once again he instantly started to panic. Just as he was about the lose consciousness, Nicola suddenly got up from him and he re-submerged.

“Ok, Mr Davis did anticipate this kind of resistance and he has authorized us to make an alternative offer. Shall we say 95-5?
“I can’t….” rasped Don

Anja quickly reached down and grabbed an ankle. Nicola followed suit on the other side. They swiftly pulled him up until were now holding him upside down under the water. Anja and Nicola both adjusted their grip and held him lower down on the thigh.

Don flayed and splashed wildly in utter horror, but the ladies had him held firmly by the legs. Already weakened by the previous duckings, his efforts didn’t last long and the frantic waving of his upper limbs soon became less forceful as did the bubbles coming from his mouth. Anja and Nicola had rendered him unconscious.

When Don eventually came to, he found himself back on dry land, slumped on the floor in front of one of the huge decorative mirrors with Anja positioned behind him she expertly applies a rear choke on Don and tightens her grip. Having her victim positioned nicely in front of the mirror, Anja could observe the panicked look on his face.

Anja was giggling excitedly as she whispered in Don’s ear, ‘Oh dear, you look a bit worried’
‘So Mr Mathews. Do we have an agreement?’
Still dazed, Don could make a sound.
“I see” said Nicola. Please proceed, Anja

Whilst Anja tightened her grip further, Nicola slithered her legs around Don’s mid-section and began to squeeze tight reducing his ability to breath.
Anja continued to look at herself and the Don’s terror in her reflection in the mirror. ‘Finish him off, Anja!” shouted Nicola. ‘That looks so hot, darling’ encouraged Nicola as she leant back to get a better grip on him.
Skeets’s face had now turned purple and his eyes bulged. He started to dribble from one side of his mouth as Sharon continued to choke him.
‘Please, stop! I can’t breathe. He begged in a frail and croaky voice.
Nicola squeezed harder and Anja moaned and licked Don’s ear as he slowly started to turn blue.

Don tapped wildly on Anja’s arm.
“I think he wants to say something” Smiled Nicola.
Anja released her hold and Don slumped back.
“I will sign the contract, please” Rasped Don, hardly able to speak.
“Excellent!” exclaimed Nicola. “Would you do the honours please, Anja’
Getting up, Anja headed towards the bar and picked up a piece of paper and a pen, whilst Nicola still held Don firmly in place.
“Don’t get any ideas about changing your mind. If you do, you will get a nice little visit from each of the black widows – or maybe even two at a time” said Nicola.

Don’s hand was shaking as he signed the document. Don still spread eagle on the floor, Anja and Nicola got up. Immediately, they both place a foot on Don’s head and struck a victory pose for the camera.
“Pleasure doing business with you, Mr Mathews” Said Nicola to the cowering man as she threw down a small business card.
It was black and embossed with raised silver-coloured letters spelling out the words, ‘Black Widows’

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