From the corner, a hidden door suddenly sprung open, a huge man ducking thru the door. "Problems, boss?" he questioned.
"Not anything we can't take care of Tiny" Mike responded, still holding the girl's wrists tightly in his iron grip.
Tiny nods his head slowly, his eyes raking over the naked girl on the pool table. "Seems like you may need a hand or two to hold this little slut down, Boss" he chuckles, watching as the girl squirms.
"Please don't do this, Mike...Montana...Daddy" she begs, her dark eyes already filled with tears as she pleads, looking up to him.
"Oh, now it is Mike, Montana, Daddy...not bastard...not fucking bastard?" he growls.
"Please, Daddy...I'll be a good girl for you...a good slut...please...I promise Daddy" she begs.
"Too late for that, cunt" he snarls back at her.
"Please.....Master" she whispers as she stretches up to him, nuzzling against him.
He looks down at her thoughtfully, his glance swinging to Tiny, and then back to the girl trying to gain his favor back.
"What do you think, Tiny, give her a second chance to redeem herself?" he throws to the man standing and taking in the scene.
Tiny steps closer, slowly looking her up and down, his eyes raking over her.
Feeling his gaze on her, she looks up to Tiny, gasping softly as she sees him more clearly in the lights hanging over the pool table. He is huge, at least 6'6-6'7, long pale blond hair, looking like a great hulking Viking warrior; a wicked looking scar from his forehead down to his cheek making him look menacing. His cobalt blue eyes meet hers with a ferocity she has never seen before. His arms are like tree trunks, the muscles bulging almost unnaturally; everything about him, she notices, is huge.
"That scar you see on his face is the result of a wild cunt that got away from him once...and only once" Mike supplied for her. "By the time he was done with her, she wasn't fighting anymore...took that fight right out of her" he added.
"How long did that take ya, Tiny....to get that cunt to purr like a helpless kitten and to learn who's in charge?" Mike asked, already knowing the answer.
Running a fingertip along the length of the scar and then slowly rubbing his chin, Tiny answered, "took damn near two full days to break that little bitch, a full week to get her to address me correctly and nearly a month to get her broke in with the rest of the boys." "Still have to remind the little cunt every now and then, sometimes when she needs it, sometimes just because I feel like it" he added, chuckling.
Mike chuckled in response, "done a good job too, she's one of the best cunts around...knows her place too."
Tiny flushed with the compliment, "well, I do have some unconventional ways...but they seem to work." "Damn straight they do....that cunt can suck cock like nobody's business...almost like she is trying to suck a golf ball through a garden hose" Mike chuckled.
Tiny grinned and nodded and then turned his attention back to the slut held within Mike's iron hold. "So what's the story with this one, Boss?" he inquired.
Mike gazed down at the girl in his grasp before looking back at Tiny, his voice low "she seems to be a total innocent...virgin and the cherry is still intact...for now."
Tiny's eyes widened and he whistled low before responding, "virgin, huh?"
Tiny knew Mike's fetish for virgins and knew without being told that the Boss would be keeping this little gem for himself, at least for the time being; the rest of the guys would be disappointed but there were lots of cunts to go around without this one.
"Still got some cuffs in that back room there, Tiny?" Mike questioned.
"Yep, sure do Boss...never know when they might come in handy" Tiny replied with a grin.
"You're a regular fuckin' boy scout aren't ya...always prepared. I knew there was a reason why you were my right hand man" Mike chuckled.
Tiny just grinned and walked back to where he had come from in the back to retrieve the cuffs and a few more things he thought the Boss may want or need; he always anticipated the Boss' needs.
By this time the girl was shivering with her fear, her dark eyes wide, tears steadily streaming; she knew what was going to happen and knew there was no turning back.
"How ya want her secured, Boss...arms out to the side or stretched completely out above her head?" Tiny inquired.
"Why don't we get them to the sides for now...if she starts fighting again then we will stretch the lil bitch out" Mike replied...giving her a stern look that warned no argument.
"We are going to secure your wrists in these cuffs to the pool table...you can either make it easy and cooperate or fight us; the end result will be the same. So what's it gonna be, little girl?" Mike asked her, his eyes boring into hers.
"Please don't do this...I'm begging you, Mike...Daddy....Ma...Mas...Master" she pleaded.
"This ain't the time for begging...I'll have you doing that soon enough. I asked you a question and expect an answer. NOW!" he snarled.
"I didn't agree to this...I only agreed to the bet...this is not right....please don't do this...please, Sir" she again implored.
"Guess it is gonna be the difficult way, eh Tiny?" Mike stated. "Gets those cuffs on her" he commanded.
Tiny was snapping a cuff down on one of her wrists even before the Boss had finished his sentence and then attached one end to a conveniently placed eye bolt in the table.
"Nooooooo!" she screamed as the cuff bit down against her wrist.
Tiny was already at the other side and grabbing her wrist from the Boss when she started fighting, trying to get away; Tiny looked at the Boss and smirked as he snapped the second cuff down to the eye bolt on the other side.
