Crucified

"Please let me go! I have some cash in my account. You can have it all just let me go, please!!!" Flower wiggled.

"She's acting tough! I can't wait to taste her." One guard groaned.

"She smells yummy." Another teased reaching out to the seam of her ass, spanking her butts.

"Please, stop touching me...I'll give you the money." She bargained for time.

"Hold your back princess! On top of the table!"

Flower was forced on a large table and stripped naked. Her hands and legs were tied with the ropes, her eyes blindfolded and the cuffs strained her knees so that she couldn't flinch.

"Please don't..."

"Keep quite you randy she goat! We do everything out Boss tells us to do so shut that beak of yours and lay still!" The leader of the trio thundered. Flower shuddered as he felt many hands all over body, squeezing her mounds painfully as her legs were parted.

"No! Let me go!" She yowled as tears cascaded down her pale cheeks.

"You should have stuffed a ball gag into her mouth. She's making too much noise." One guard complained.

"No, I love it. She'll soon learn how to moan with pleasure. I go first." Their leader offered as he eased his briefs, unzipping his trouser and letting it down mercilessly on the floor. As his large cock sprang out, the others laughed.

"Dude! That thing is big..."

"Shut up! I hope she doesn't give me a difficult time penetrating her walls." He shunned them away.

"The tighter she is, the sweeter it gets." Another teased.

"Please," Flower whimpered softly as she felt her body surrender to her perpetrators. She knew if she kept begging, it would be all in vain. Even with the blindfolds, she could feel the trio prying on her now naked silhouette.

Meanwhile at Shaw's office, a pool of blood gushed down from a body hanged on the ceiling board. Dr. Arizona barged in and folded his arms as he smiled fondly having had his way with everything. He had long wanted to be like Dr. Shaw and now that he had let his tamed lion kill him, he knew he had to bury the latter and put a clean slate on his bosom.

"Bury him in his backyard. Make sure his daughter is brought here safe and sound. We need to open her skull Asap!" He gave an order to five men in antibacterial scrubs and gloves.

They jerked forward and two climbed up the table to bring the heavy Shaw down. His body was then zipped up in a large bag and then carried out of his office.

Soon, three cleaners stormed in and cleaned the blood and disinfected everything in the office as Dr. Arizona threw Shaw's belonging in the trash bin.

One hunk male who was bare chested, abruptly barged in.

"We have a problem." He said.

"Speak!" Arizona commanded.

"She's dead." He muttered.

"What? Did you destroy her peaches? Don't you know how to use s*x toys? You should have learnt better from your b*tch back at home. What are you waiting for? Get rid off her immediately....damp her in the river or bury her....whatever! Let her join her husband." Dr. Arizona busied himself with replacing Shaw's office decor with his own. He was a man who didn't give much thought about everybody else.

****

Carina clad in a revealing white short skirt stepped down to her small parlour where Davy was busy polishing his nails.

"Where to?" He asked suddenly when her perfume wafted in his nostrils.

"I have a date." She jolted up.

"With who?" He stood up immediately dreading she wasn't joking about any of it.

"Calm your nerves. I know he's way younger than me but it won't kill me if I try."

"Don't tell me you're out to see the photographer." Davy's voice became raspy.

"What the heck? Aren't you happy for me?" Carina was stunned by the way Davy was being overprotective.

"Stay back...I ordered some pizza. It's too dangerous to go out at this time of the night.

"Seriously? He's here. He has come to pick me up so you better behave. Are you even okay? You've been acting weird lately. Is there something I should know?"

"No." He mumbled dismissively.

DING!

"He's here." Carina gushed. "Hey, I'm ready can go now." She acted like a bashful teenager as Davy shot daggers at the Nick, the photographer.

"The usual bro code, I'll take care of her." Nick said to Davy.

"I'll be back before you know it. Kisses Babes!" Carina blew a kiss in the air and closed the door on her way out.

"She....sorry, he doesn't seem to like me." Nick commented upon yanking the door of his convertible open for her to get in.

"He's just looking out for me. Apparently we have each other so he has every right to get worried." Carina dismissed his claim.

"Really?" He snorted.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Carina was puzzled.

"Nothing...we should be focusing only on one thing..."

"Which is?" She shuddered when he suddenly placed his hand on her thigh.

"Fuck! Don't tell me some asshole hasn't touched you yet." He laughed out lightly and she felt intimidated.

"Maybe we'll have to let this one go...I'm going back inside." She gave up the idea of hanging out with someone who was way younger than her.