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Author: T. H. Barker (Thinking Horndog)
Title: The Gambling Debt
Part: 2 of 21
Universe: The Gambling Debt
Summary: Tony Tomaselli owes his bookie a large amount of money -- and Crazy
Joe Scalese isn't one to sit on his hands and wait for his debtors to show up
with cash!  Leg-breaking tends to be counter-productive, so Crazy Joe
implements an experimental plan that involves not only Tony, but his wife
Gina and their two children!

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The Gambling Debt

Chapter 2

	Tony was pretty pleased with himself; the job interview had gone well
and the couple of hours he spent at the track went even better, netting him a
bit over a thousand dollars that he would be able to give to Crazy Joe and
get him off his back for a bit.  He was whistling as he came up the walk from
the driveway -- things were FINALLY looking up.  He opened the door and
strode in, yelling, "Honey, I'm home..."  Then his eyes lit on his wife,
sitting in a chair, nude, just inside the kitchen door.  "Gina?"

	Then something hit him -- HARD -- and the lights went out...

	When he awakened, he was kneeling with his upper torso draped across
the foot of his bed.  He was tied there; tugging on the rope on his right
wrist brought an answering tug on his right thigh, just above the knee.
Apparently, the ropes went from his wrists across the foot of the bed, under
the bed, and were tied to his legs...

	"He's awake," a gravelly voice announced.  Somebody smacked him on
his already aching head.  "Crazy Joe sends his regards."  Tony turned his
head to the right to see who was talking and discovered a pair of familiar
legs, splayed before him, moving slowly while large, black fingers rubbed the
equally familiar pussy between them.  Tony recognized one of Crazy Joe's
enforcers.

	"Hey, stop!  I've got some money for him!" Tony croaked.

	"Oh?  How much, pray tell?"  Another voice made itself known.  Tony
tracked it to the other side of the bed.

	"I've got a thousand -- in my coat pocket!" Tony gasped.

	Martin pursed his lips.  "That won't cover the late fees.  No
principal payment?"

	"No," Tony sighed, deflated.  "It ought to count for SOMETHING!"

	"We're past that, I'm afraid," Martin replied, his expression
reflecting mock sorrow.  "It really isn't enough to deflect us at this point,
although we can mark it up as a point in your favor for the future."  He
waved at the displayed crotch and set of legs.  "I assume you know the owner
of these?"

	"It's wifey," Scott chuckled.  "Say hi to your hubby, wifey!"

	Gina obediently came up on her elbows and looked at Tony.  "Hi,
Honey."  She looked wild-eyed and a little flushed, at the very least.

	"W-what are you going to do?" Tony stammered.

	"We're gonna provide a little object lesson in how easy it is to
change someone's attitude," Martin replied.  "I'm thinking that before today,
you pretty much owned wifey's cooze -- am I right?"

	"Yeah..."  Tony could see this coming a mile away...

	"Well, we're about to take ownership, right, Honey?" Martin included
Gina in the conversation.

	"Uh huh."  Gina nodded.  They'd promised...  Nothing else mattered;
she was a little pissed at Tony anyway...  Martin had made the point that
Tony was the cause of all this.

	Tony grimaced.  "You aren't gonna..."

	"We aren't going to do anything we aren't asked to do," Martin
replied, grinning evilly, "but that will be plenty, I think.  What would you
like for us to do, Honey?"

	"Fuck me," Gina replied.  "Please?"

	Tony blinked.  Either Gina was a tremendous actor, or...?

	"Are you sure, Honey?" Martin asked.

	"Oh, yes!  PLEASE!  I've been waiting so long...  I want you to fuck
me, HARD!  Then I want HIS big black cock in me!"  She pointed to Scott.

	Tony lay there, amazed, looking at his wife's face.  Was she kidding?
What the Hell?  But he watched as both of his tormentors got naked with great
ceremony, and Martin stepped up to where Gina was still bolt-upright and
presented his cock -- and Gina sucked it in as if it was the greatest thing
since sliced bread!  He watched Martin deliberately sink it deep -- and Gina
not only didn't complain, her pussy got visibly pink and puffy!

	Martin backed off and climbed onto the bed between Gina's legs and
said, "Scoot down a bit, Honey -- we want Tony to have a good view."  And
Gina obediently scooted closer, raising her legs so Martin had full access.
Tony watched, dazed, as another man slid his fat cock into Gina's drooling
pussy -- and Gina not only tolerated it, she yelled, "Oh, thank God!  Fuck
me!" at the top of her lungs!  Then the REAL horror began...

	'She CAN'T be faking!' Tony realized, watching Gina's ass dance on
Martin's pole.  She was... wild!  She hunched herself and gibbered and begged
Martin to pound her -- and had orgasm after orgasm -- wet, pulsing, visible
orgasms the like of which Tony KNEW he'd never provided her!  It was
incredibly humiliating and embarrassing; Gina was acting like a major slut!
And it was all too genuine...

	Scott knelt behind Tony, playing with his cock -- which was erect
despite the terrors of his situation -- and tugging at his balls.  "We've
turned the little woman into an emancipated sexual dynamo, here -- ain't that
great?" Scott chuckled.  "You know, I don't think you're gonna be able to
keep up...  She's gonna want serious talent between those fine legs of hers
-- and this thing?"  Scott tugged Tony's stiff cock.  "This probably ain't
gonna handle it."

	Martin managed a fairly lengthy ride, largely due to the blowjob Gina
had given him before -- at the end of which, he pumped her pussy full of
little wigglers while she wailed out an additional climax.  When he climbed
off, he said to Tony, "You don't mind a little creampie, do you?  Here, get
it from the source..."  and he shoved his gooey dick at Tony's face.  Tony
clammed up, but Scott started squeezing his balls.

	"Better suck dick, Fuckwad, or you'll have NOTHING for the little
woman!" Scott warned.  Tony opened up -- he had no choice...  Gina watched
with wide eyes as Martin fed her husband several inches of still-stiff cock,
choking him deliberately.

	"He can't even suck as good as you, Honey!" Martin called over his
shoulder.  "We'll have to find SOMETHING he does right..."

	Gina continued to watch, but her eyes flicked to Scott.  "Please?
Please fuck me?"

	Scott rumbled a laugh.  "I think he's domesticated," he announced.
"How long you gonna feed him dick?  We don't want him to miss wifey taking on
her first black..."

	"You're right -- can't have that," Martin agreed.  "He's about done.
Lick it off the base, since you can't swallow worth a fuck," he directed
Tony.  "Maybe you should get wifey to teach you deep-throat..."

	Tony absorbed THAT nugget of information in a daze as he sucked his
wife's juices and Martin's semen from his pubic hairs.  'Deep-throat?'  Gina
had never mentioned that ability...  As far as Tony knew, Gina had never
fucked another guy before Martin (not that Tony knew Martin's name --
internally, he had them pegged as 'the white guy' and 'the black guy').

	Martin backed off and Scott climbed onto the bed -- and presented his
cock to Tony.  "Get me wet, Fuckwad -- you don't want wifey to get friction
burn in that hot little pussy of hers, do you?"  Tony clamped his lips shut
-- but Martin merely circled around behind him and collected Tony's nuts in
his hand.

	"You want these?" Martin asked, delivering a little squeeze.  Tony
opened up.

	"I'm wet..." Gina whined.

	"This isn't just about you, Honey," Scott told her.  "Don't worry --
I've got dick coming.  You'll get all the black meat you can handle..."

	"Okay..." Gina subsided.  Tony couldn't believe the tone of voice,
the disappointment Gina projected at the delay...

	Scott pumped his cock in and out of Tony's mouth, brutally, a few
times, then grunted, "Now that you've met and got all friendly, it's time to
greet the little woman..."  He rotated to bring his cock to bear on Gina's
wet crotch.  "Ready for some dark meat, Honey?"

	"Oh, please!" Gina nodded, big-eyed.

	"Here it comes..."  He positioned himself, then turned back to Tony.
"Can you see all right, there, Fuckwad?"  Tony nodded reluctantly.  "Good.
Here goes..."  He snapped his hips, burying himself to the root in one
thrust.  Gina wailed -- but to Tony's ears, it seemed to be in pleasure, not
pain.

	If anything, Gina got wilder under Scott.  The fuck went on for some
time, and Gina slowly seemed to settle down; Scott's running commentary
indicated that she was exhausted, apparently.  Certainly, for a two or three
minute period before Gina began to subside, she appeared to be in a state of
continuous climax.  After a while, Scott stopped and pulled out.  "Wifey is
wasted -- she needs her rest.  That's a good thing, since we need to get on
with Phase Two."  He got down and circled behind Tony.  "Phase Two is where
you find out that wifey isn't the only bitch around here..."

	That was the only warning Tony got before Scott started jamming his
fat cock up Tony's ass!  Tony screamed hoarsely as Scott slammed and jammed
and pushed and heaved -- and Tony, pinned, could do nothing but endure as
Scott literally tore him a new asshole!

	Martin had circled around to Gina and was bracing her back and
slapping her face gently, "Come on, Honey, you need to see this..."

	Gina's eyes resumed their focus and she leaned against Martin,
watching Tony scream and cry as Scott brutally sodomized him.  After a bit,
she asked wistfully, "Are you gonna cum?"  That seemed to be her only
interest in the act before her.

	"Nah, I'm savin' it for you, Honey.  You feel better now?" Scott
asked.

	"Uh huh."  Gina nodded.

	Scott withdrew his cock from Tony's ass.  "It's a little messy."
There was blood and shit all over it.

	"It's okay."  Gina's eyes left Scott's cock and met his.  "Fuck me."

	Scott wiped his cock on the bedspread and then slapped Tony on the
back of the head.  "Next time, you clean it.  Since you gave me your cherry,
though, I'll cut you some slack this time."  Turning to Martin, he said,
"Open for business..." and then climbed back between Gina's legs.  Gina
accepted his probe joyously and was soon again howling and humping and
raising Hell.

	Tony was somewhat distracted, however, by Martin's cock sawing in and
out of his torn anus.  Martin eased up on Tony when Scott announced his
imminent orgasm, so Tony could witness Scott's balls jumping and the
underside of Scott's cock pulsing as he flooded Gina's vagina with his seed,
but resumed before Scott turned around and presented his gooey cock for Tony
to try to clean.  Then he went on and on and on and on until finally,
mercifully, he spewed his load into Tony's abused colon.

	Gina was out of it again when Martin finished.  Martin circled around
and shoved his thoroughly nasty cock between Tony's lips -- and Tony vomited
all over the bedspread.  Martin and Scott dressed in silence, then Martin
undid one of Tony's wrists, saying, "You'd better get your shit together
before your kids get home."  He turned to look at Gina, saying, "Now that
you've enjoyed the party, you should know that wifey, here, was drugged to
the gills with some special stuff we cooked up to turn her head inside out,
then we worked on her for a couple of hours before you showed up -- so she --
unlike you -- was not responsible for her actions.  The bad news for you is
that some of the shit we put in her head isn't going away; she's going to
remember every second of her ride and she's gonna want more -- so what you
saw today is only the start.  Now for the REALLY bad news -- you have a week
to come up with another thousand in principal and a thousand in interest for
Crazy Joe.  If you don't, we're gonna put wifey on the street as a gang-bang
girl to pay your interest payments.  If you fuck up twice, we put YOU out to
take dicks in YOUR holes.  And if you go beyond that, we're gonna start
working our way down the family tree until EVERYBODY fucks!  You understand?"

	"Y--yes!" Tony gasped.

	"You're lucky we only broke your ass..." Scott added.  "Crazy Joe is
being VERY lenient with you.  You need to get your shit together, though,
because you might not think it's all so neat when you're watching Crazy Joe
play poker with his friends with your daughter on his lap with his dick up
her ass.  How old is she?  Thirteen?  Fourteen?  That's young for a three-
hole whore..."

	"Fourteen," was all Tony could think to mutter.

	"Oh, well, that's okay, then!" Scott grinned.  "You have a nice day,
Fuckwad!"  Tony's abusers gathered their gear and left the house, leaving
Tony to undo his other wrist, and then try to figure out what came next.

	Gina was virtually unresponsive, which could have been the drugs and
could have been the sex.  Tony rolled her here and there on the bed until he
managed to get the vomit-coated bedclothes off the bed, then covered her cum-
slimed body with a blanket, thanking Martin and Scott for at least turning on
the air conditioning during their rampage.  Wandering around, he found Gina's
discarded clothing and the chair she'd been tied to -- and the cut zip-ties.
Yeah, she'd caught Hell all right.  He owed her -- and he couldn't pay HER,
either!  They were royally screwed -- and it was all his fault!

	Tony got himself into some shorts and a T-shirt and wandered around
cleaning up the various indications that something had gone on.  When Robert
and Maria got home, he told them, "You're mother has come down with something
and is sick.  She's been vomiting.  I'm cleaning and trying to hold things
together -- go do your homework."  He managed to put together soup and
sandwiches for them and shooed them back upstairs after dinner.

	Gina started showing signs of life around seven -- including a
pounding headache and various other pains caused by the drugs and hard use.
"So it wasn't a dream," she whispered hoarsely.  "What did you tell the
kids?"

	"You're sick," Tony replied.  "I puked all over the bedspread, so
there is some evidence."

	"I'm sick all right..."  She eyed him, clearly angry.  "Run me a bath
-- with bubbles.  It's the least you can do!"  While Tony got the bath
organized, she hobbled into the bathroom and settled onto the toilet to pee
-- and to dribble cum from her afternoon sex partners into the toilet.  "I'm
not on birth control, you know," she rasped.  "That's why we had you snipped,
remember?"

	"Clearly," Tony grunted, nodding.  If Gina turned up pregnant from
this, it would be another ugly chapter in an already horrible tale...  He
helped her into the bath.

	"What happened after I went away?" Gina asked.

	"What do you remember?" Tony ducked the question.

	"I remember opening the door for the cops," Gina grated -- only they
WEREN'T cops!  I remember being tied to the chair and being made to take some
pills.  I remember having a nasty rubber thing stuck in my mouth and my nose
held shut so I couldn't breathe.  I remember..."  She drew a ragged breath.
"I remember sucking cocks.  I remember having a vibrator used on me.  I
remember WANTING it and being willing to do just about anything to get it.  I
remember..."  She covered her face.  "I remember crawling around on the floor
begging to be allowed to suck a dick.  I remember being thrilled to death
when that black man stuck his right down my throat!  I remember..."

	"That's enough, I think," Tony gasped, nauseated.

	"No, it isn't," Gina replied tonelessly.  "I remember fucking two
strangers -- one of them a black man.  I remember enjoying it like nothing
that had ever gone before!  I remember watching my husband suck a dick and
get fucked in the ass -- and not caring a whole lot, just being annoyed when
it interfered with the sex I was getting...  I remember..."  She shut up, but
stared at the tub faucet as if it were something a thousand miles away.

	They sat there, Gina in the tub and Tony on the edge of it, not
moving at all, for maybe ten minutes.  Finally, Gina looked up.  "It isn't
over, is it?"

	Tony looked away.  "No."

	"YOU STUPID SONOFABITCH!"  Gina slapped Tony as hard as she could;
the crack was as loud as a gunshot!  Then she settled back, sighing, "Fuck.
THAT will bring the kids..."  She settled herself neck-deep in the tub.

	It did, too -- they thundered down the stairs and only stopped to
peek around the bathroom door.  There was no hiding the ugly red mark on
their father's cheek.  Neither Tony nor Gina could think of an excuse for the
incident, so Gina finally said, "Go away, kids.  We'll... talk about this
later.  Maybe."

	The kids were reluctant -- but Tony was firm, shooing them off and
closing the bathroom door.  But that wasn't enough...

	"Quiet," young Robert whispered.

	"Too quiet," Maria agreed.  "Do you have that little microphone you
like to play with?"

	"The one for my laptop?" Robert asked.

	"Yeah."

	"Can you get it under the door?"

	Robert eyed the gap.  "Probably."

	"Get your laptop..."  For something put together by a couple of kids
in less than five minutes, it was a work of genius.  Robert's laptop went
around the corner from the bathroom door on the floor, where it would be
inconspicuous, and the microphone went under the door, but not past the
bottom, so it was hidden, too.  Then the pair went upstairs to Maria's room
and started a webcam session on her desktop.  The video was a chunk of wall
by the bathroom door -- but the soundtrack was what they wanted...

	Gina and Tony obliged the children by engaging in another lengthy
silence, but Tony finally broke it with, "I'm sorry."

	"Sorry!  You're sorry?  You go in hock ten thousand dollars to a
bookie and you're sorry?  You set us up to be raped, both of us, by crazy
men, and you're sorry?  What the Hell aren't you telling me, Tony?" Gina
ranted.  "It gets worse, right?"

	"Yeah."

	"Don't keep me in suspense!"

	"We have a week to come up with two thousand dollars -- one thousand
in principal and one thousand in interest.  If we don't..."

	"Tony..."

	"If we don't, they'll come for you and set up some kind of gang-bang
to pay the interest," Tony finished.

	"Oh, shit..."  Gina said it in the bathroom -- and Robert echoed the
sentiment simultaneously upstairs in Maria's room.

	"There's more," Tony husked.

	"Is there any GOOD news?" Gina rasped.

	"I guess it depends upon what you consider good," Tony said
carefully.

	"I am not going to like this," Gina predicted.

	"They, uh, seem to think that the, uh, behavior modification they did
to you under the drugs is, well, more or less permanent," Tony mumbled.

	"No!" Gina gasped.

	"Yes," Tony countered.  "They got a big kick out of telling me that
you were going to want more sex than I could possibly give you..."

	Robert and Maria eyed one another in surprise.  Drugs?  Behavior
modification?  Sex?

	"They were just needling you," Gina insisted.  "Oh, God, I HOPE they
were just needling you!  I was a total slut!  If you thought it was bad
watching me... you weren't inside my head!  I was..."  She shook her head.
"Oh, God.  PLEASE tell me they lied..."  She shuddered, then looked up,
"Tony, if there had been six of them instead of just two, it would have made
no difference -- I'd have sucked one and fucked one -- and if they had done
my ass like they did yours, I'd have fucked two!  Pain was pleasure and
pleasure was something else -- something bigger -- and I didn't CARE what
they were doing as long as I was getting mine!  I didn't CARE that they did
those things to you...  I didn't CARE what they did to ME as long as it felt
good..."  She covered her face and sobbed.

	Robert and Maria sat dumbfounded, trying to unravel the myriad pieces
of what they'd just heard.  "Man..." Robert breathed.

	"Mama sucked and fucked a couple of guys..." Maria breathed.

	"Pop took it up the poop chute, too, from the sound of things,"
Robert added.  "There must have been some serious drugs -- some kind of
aphrodisiac..."

	"I thought those didn't exist?" Maria objected.

	"You heard her..."

	After a minute or so, Gina got control and pinched off her runny nose
and splashed her face in the bath water and then wiped it with a washrag.
Then she took a breath, "If that's the good news, what's the BAD news?"

	"Well..." Tony said tonelessly, "This might seem like nothing much,
but...  If we fuck up again, they come for me -- and they put ME out for -- I
dunno -- gays?  They weren't real clear about it.  And then..."  He wound
down and looked away.

	"Come on."  Gina couldn't see things actually getting worse...

	"The white guy..."

	"Martin," Gina interrupted.  "He said his name was Martin.  Of
course, he said he was a cop, too."

	"Okay..."  Tony gathered himself.  "Martin said something to the
effect that they would work their way down the family tree until EVERYBODY
fucked!"

	"The kids?" Gina gasped.  "Not the kids!"

	"The black guy..." Tony actually waited for Gina to furnish a name.

	"Scott," Gina muttered.

	"Scott drew this picture of Crazy Joe playing poker with some friends
-- with Maria on his lap, naked, with his cock in her ass.  He wasn't talking
about our parents..." Tony sighed.

	"Oh, God..."  Gina covered her face -- and the kids stared at each
other, bug-eyed!

	"Jeezus!" Robert gasped.

	"I guess I'd better get a dildo..." Maria muttered shakily.

	"You might not be the only one!" Robert insisted.  "If they fucked
over Pop..."

	"Yeah..."  Maria shook her head.  The girls at school generally
seemed to just be getting beyond the 'Boys are yucky!' phase; there were a
couple her age who were considered 'boy crazy.'  You heard all about sex at
school -- and if you had your ear to the ground, you heard it RIGHT, too.
Sex was a give-and-take thing; those that gave were fun, but those that took,
generally weren't.  It wasn't so much the act as the attitude of the people
involved.  Fourteen was early -- VERY early -- but it wasn't eight, and girls
her age did it -- and even got pregnant!  "I wonder how long birth control
pills take to work?" Maria muttered.

	"A month, I think," Robert opined.

	"We've got three weeks, maybe," Maria pointed out.

	"If they take me first..." Robert mused.

	"They won't, I bet.  I'm a girl, after all."

	"Okay, well, we need to get Mama to move on it, then," Robert noted.

	"Shit!  Mama isn't on birth control!" Maria hissed.  "Poppa got one
of those, uh, vasectomy things!  She's ALREADY screwed!"

	"Hooo boy!"


	"Tell me that's it," Gina husked.

	"Isn't it enough?" Tony retorted.  "Besides, if things go that far,
they'll think of something else -- bet on it!  We're screwed!"

	"Yeah," Gina said flatly.  "Thanks a lot!"

	"I was TRYING to bring in more money!" Tony erupted.

	"By GAMBLING?" Gina retorted.  "What does GAMBLING mean to you?  It's
risky business where I come from!"  She settled back in the tub.  "Turn on
the hot water.  I'm not coming out until I'm wrinkled.  I HOPE to God all
that cum washes out -- not that I can do anything about the loads I
swallowed!"

	Tony frowned.  "Where did you learn deep-throat?"

	"In the kitchen, asshole!  Don't fucking start!" Gina snarled.

	"Sorry!"  Pissing Gina off wasn't going to help him -- especially if
he was at the root of the crap she'd had to do...  Tony turned on the hot
water.

	Upstairs, Robert closed his eyes.  "I know WAY too much about
this..."

	"Yeah."  Maria couldn't have agreed more.  "Go get your laptop."

	Robert nodded and headed downstairs.

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