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me…” she said, meekly.
    “Got to. Boss says so. You better brace yourself and try not to faint. I’ll just bring you around again.”
    He stepped back and eyed the dripping wet nudity. With a vicious smile, he swung the belt underhanded and up into her sex. Angelica screamed again, tried to jerk her hands out of the ropes, and then glared pure hatred at the grinning man with the belt. So he swung again, just to listen to and enjoy her scream.
    When he had completed a full ten count of those vicious blows to her sex, he rested a moment. She was sobbing and moaning.
    “Hurt?” he asked.
    Again that looked of pure hatred. “Try it for yourself, asshole!”
    He laughed. “How about another dozen or so, bitch?”
    She tried to spit in his face.
    “Hey, how about me?” The other man had put down the camera. “I’d like a few swings up there, too.”
    With a grin, he handed the belt to the cameraman and stepped back.
    Angelica was shaking her head slowly and moaning, “Nooooo…”
    The impact was loud, as was the scream. If looks could kill, that man would have dropped dead on the spot from the one she gave him when the shock had died down enough for her to stop screaming.
    Again he brought the belt up. And again. On the fourth swing, she fainted again.
    “Maybe we should stop now,” the first man said. “Don’t want to damage the merchandise.”
    “Hell, the Boss, he don’t care. He wants this bitch hurt. You do know who she is, don’t you?”
    “No, not really.”
    He was told. “Raszini’s kid, huh? No wonder the Boss wants the photos. He’s sending them to Raszini, isn’t he?”
    “Damned right!”
    “Well, I guess we should put her away for now. I wonder what the Boss will want us to do to her tomorrow?”
    “Something more personal, I hope. Something up close and very personal; like my prick shoved into her cunt.”
    “Yeah…”
     

 
    Chapter IX
    Susie Gets It
     
    We must have crawled around for a mile at least before we found a gap in that damned fence. It was made of chain links, about eight feet tall and had barbed wire on top. From the insulators, I figured the wire was also electrified, meaning that either it could kill you or at least report to the guards that there was an intruder. The forest was thick, but where the fence had been built, the trees were cleared away, leaving no branches to crawl out on and drop inside. I was figuring on going back and getting some bolt cutters to slice our way in when we came upon a place where the ground had eroded away, making a gap under the chain link. It was a small stream, actually, where rain runoff had cut a little channel for us.
    Wishing I had thought to bring a shovel, I dug with my hands to enlarge the hole. Still, when Susie and I finally crawled through, we were rather dirty from the damp soil.
    Making our way to the house was easy, there were lights showing through the trees. But here, again, the forest had been cleared away so that one had to cross an open area. There were a few lights on, but no signs of activity.
    Now, I have snuck into several places where evil people were doing evil things, often to innocent, youthful and good looking females. And I knew that you always find the scene of those activities in the basement. That’s where mad scientists always put their labs and sinister sadists keep their dungeons. It was natural, therefore, that we sought out a way into a basement.
    There was none.
    Staying carefully to the foliage, we circled the whole house but found no external entrance to anything below ground. Maybe there was a basement dungeon, but no windows showed anywhere. Of course, the entrance might be only from within the house.
    I pulled out Gina and told Susie that I would go in first. She should follow at a distance. I also tried to tell her not to run around shooting everyone in sight. If we encountered a person, we would capture them, interrogate them to find out where Angelica was stashed, and then quietly dispose