“There was shooting,” Dukhovic repeated nervously.
“Yeah,” Mike said. “There won’t be any more. That brothel. Think they’re open this time of day?”
“Yes?” the pajama-wearing man at the door said in an irritated tone. It had taken Mike three minutes of hammering with his pistol grip to get the door open at all.
“I’m looking for a girl,” Mike replied. He’d gone back to the pensione, changed out of his mildly radioactive clothes and taken a shower first. Then had Dukhovic drive him back to the warehouse and kicked him loose.
“It is too early,” the pimp said, starting to close the door. He was about fifty, even heavier than Dukhovic, with a receding hairline and heavy jowls that were tracked with sleep lines. “Come back this evening.”
Mike jammed his foot in the closing door and pulled out a wad of hundred-euro notes, waving them in front of the man’s nose.
“Money talks, bullshit walks, as we say in America,” Mike replied.
“The girls are all asleep,” the man said, watching the money wave back and forth. “It will take some time to wake them up.”
“Fine, you can serve me breakfast,” Mike said, pushing the door open. “What I’m looking for is a young blonde, nice breasts. I’m going to treat her extremely roughly, but not leave too many marks. Then I’m going to sleep with her most of the day. Three hundred euros to you. You throw in breakfast.”
“Deal,” the man said, following Mike into the room. “I am Ivo Kovacic.”
“And I’m nobody you want to remember,” Mike replied.
Mike was dipping bread in rather decent coffee when Kovacic came into the kitchen leading a very pretty young blonde. She was wearing panties and a camisole that revealed a tight stomach, long legs for her height — she was quite short — and very large breasts that were still high and full. She had a gorgeous face, long, curly hair and beautiful Tartar eyes. He couldn’t quite get a look at the color since she had her head down in a very submissive posture that he found immediately alluring. Of all the whores Mike had seen in all the countries he had visited, she was close to the best looking, if not the top. If she wasn’t so short, no more than five four, she could be a supermodel.
“This is Magdelena,” Kovacic said. “She is a new girl here, but I think you will find her to your tastes. Do not strike her in the face hard, if you will. Other customers will get the idea that she can be used as a punching bag.”
“I won’t,” Mike said. “As long as she does what I tell her to do. Come here, girl,” he said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her onto his lap. “Let me see your eyes, look at me.” He grabbed her chin and lifted her face so he could look her in the eye. When she looked at him he could see that her eyes were wide and frightened, and she kept trying to drop her head, her chin pulling against his fingers like a trapped bird.
Mike was, briefly, troubled, his conscience nagging at him. But the whole stinking mission had raised his frustration level to a fever pitch and his demons had hold of him firmly. He slid his hand up under the camisole and felt her breasts, roughly. They were tight as if she had just finished growing them and he reevaluated her age; she couldn’t be more than seventeen and fifteen was probably closer. Again, his conscience twinged, but he ignored it. Her youth and relative inexperience was too exciting.
“I’ll take this one,” Mike said, standing up and taking the girl by the hand. She tried to pull away and he shifted his grip to her wrist. “Where’s her room?”
“Upstairs,” Kovacic said. “I think that payment up front would be good, however.”
Mike pulled out the wad of notes and peeled off three, handing them to Kovacic.
“Show me your room,” Mike said to the girl, pulling her forward and slapping her on the ass, hard. “Now.”
The girl walked into the main living room of the house, then up the stairs. Her room was down the hall on the left. It had a double bed, pushed up against one wall, a small wardrobe, a nightstand and a chest of drawers. When she entered the small bedroom, Mike closed the door, then grabbed her by the hair, pulling on it brutally.
“You speak English?” he snapped, pulling her around to look her in her frightened eyes.
“A little,” the girl whimpered. “Please, no hurt.”
“I like hurt,” Mike said, twisting her hair and watching as tears formed in her beautiful eyes. “You do what I say, I won’t hurt as much. Understand?”
“Yes,” the girl said in a terrified tone. “Please…”
“Down on your knees, bitch,” was his reply, pushing her down. “Pull out my dick and suck it. Suck it good, or I’ll hurt you.”
The girl quickly unzipped him and pulled out his cock, sticking it in her mouth and fellating him. She sucked hard and used her hands, expertly beating at him at the same time until he came. She started to pull back, but Mike held her in place by her hair, coming into her mouth.
“Don’t even think about letting my cum spill,” Mike said, hitting her on the head as he came into her mouth. “I’m going to put my cum in you and if you spill one drop, I’ll beat you senseless.” He grabbed her by the hair again and shoved her onto the bed, ripping at the camisole as the girl cried out in fear. He slapped her on the face to get her to lie still as he ripped her clothes off. Even after coming in her mouth, he was so enraged that he was still as hard as a rock. He pulled the pillowcase off of her pillow and jammed it in her mouth, then pinned her hands over her head and took her, dry and hard, as she whimpered at the pain. He kneaded her breasts as he fucked her, twisting at the nipples and biting her in a frenzy of brutal rape. He knew he was over the edge and didn’t care. All he wanted to do was rape this bitch, hard, to use her and abuse her.
He could feel his cum rising again, but he wasn’t about to simply put it in her pussy. He pulled out, brutally, to a gasp of pain from the girl and turned her over on her stomach, reaching in his jump bag with one hand to pull out an unlubricated condom. The girl struggled as she realized what was about to happen, but he pinned her down, slid on the condom and found her lovely asshole with the tip of his dick, forcing it in with his hand. She tensed up against him and he punched her, hard, in the kidneys. The pain must have been overwhelming because she loosened up immediately with a moan of pain and despair. She was still incredibly tight, probably an ass virgin, and her moan turned to a shriek of pain and humiliation when he entered her. He pumped her, hard, for what seemed an eternity, enjoying every one of her whimpers, reaching around to grab each breast and pulling at the nipples so hard she screamed. As she screamed in pain and fear he finally came again.
When he had, he slumped on her, limp, his flaccid member slowly drawing out of her ass. He hit the still whimpering girl on the head and stood up, throwing away the condom, taking off his clothes and laying his sidearm on the bedside table.
“I’ve raped you,” Mike said brutally, pulling out her gag. “Now I’m going to sleep with you. And if you try to run, or steal anything, I will wake up. You will sleep right here, with me, until I’m ready to get up. If you try to get away, you’ll be beaten. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” the girl said, pulling herself up against the wall and as far away from him as she could.
“Get over here,” Mike said, pulling the covers back, then lying down on the bed and pulling the girl to him. He forced her to spoon with him, facing the wall. “Don’t try to run,” he said in her ear, wrapping an arm around her possessively.