You don"t really want to know what he did to them.

It should suffice to say, then, that Tony didn"t tip-toe through the tulips when it came to getting family work done, and when the Paul Vinchetti had had to go to war, Tony was his commander in the field. A loyal friend and most trusted adjutant.

"Tony!" exclaimed Vinchetti with enthusiasm. "Where ya been, my man! The fun"s about to start!"

"Wouldn"t miss it for a c.o.c.k-suck from Jenna Jameson," Tony replied, sporting a high-end Sony Max-Cam. Then he took a look at Hymie"s bulbous hairy b.u.t.tocks. "Er, on second thought, maybe I would."

Vinchetti honked comradly laughter and slapped his friend on the back. "Aw, come on!

Big bad tough-guy human meat-grinder like you? You"ll love this!"

Tony (who, by the way, wore an absolutely ridiculous white suit black satin shirt and red tie) screwed the camera onto a Vivitar tripod. "f.u.c.kin" Hymie," he muttered. "I told ya, boss. I told ya that tub"a s.h.i.t was skimming some cream off the top."

"Yeah," Vmchetti remarked. "I had Lunky put a hidden camera in the cash room. Got the walrus-lookin" fat sc.u.mbag rippin" me off on tape."

"How much did he pinch? Couple hundred large?"

"f.u.c.k, no. Twenty bucks. It ain"t the amount ya know? It"s the deed. Ya gotta be loyal in this business."

Tony nodded sternly. "d.a.m.n straight."

Dr. Prouty, meantime, stood aside, barely listening to the wise-guy banter. He hoped they could get on with it soon. Emeril Live came on in an hour. Bam!

Now Tony was widening the hoods on the lights. "So when did ya tell him you had him cold?"

Vinchetti"s slick grin turned up higher. "This morning right after breakfast. You should"a seen him, Tony! He put down four plates of hash and eggs, so then me and Knuckles Jr.

bring him into the office, show him the tape. He was blubberin" like a babya"a giant baby!a"and he"s on his knees beggin" for his life, kissin" my wing-tips. Thought he was gonna upchuck all that food right there on the carpet." Vinchetti"s eyes took on a glitter.

"And it"s a good thing he didn"t *cos..."

But Tony"s attention had drifted to the broad lab table where Hymie and Darcy lay strapped. He squinted in confusion. "Who"s that there strapped next to him? Darcy?"

"Yeah, she mouthed off," Vinchetti explained. "Didn"t know a good thing when she saw it, if ya know what I mean. Kind"a hate to see her go, though. Flap-jacks for t.i.ts and a p.u.s.s.y on her about uselessa"you could stick a magnum of Asti Spumanti up there and there"s still be slacka"but, man, could she chug a c.o.c.k. Til tell ya, Tony, she"d have my rod in her yap right down to the root and still somehow she"d be able to tongue my a.s.shole."

""S"shame to have to deep-six a talent like that."

Vihchetti made an odd pause. "Well, you know what I"m talkin" about, Tony. Right?"

"What"cha mean, boss?"

"Yeah, sure. I heard she"s been blowin" you all along, same time she was blowin" me.

Heard you were f.u.c.kin" her too."

Tony shot a dark glance right back. "Hey. Boss. Jokin" around like that ain"t funny. I would never, and I mean never, f.u.c.k around with your private stock."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Tony said.

Vinchetti eyed his friend a moment more, then cracked his hands together and burst out laughing. "Hey, Doc! Would ya get a load of this guy? He thought I was serious!"

Vinchetti slapped Tony hard on the back, still honking laughter.

Dr. Prouty rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, boss, you"re a real comedian," Tony said.

"Bet"cha about s.h.i.t yer pants, huh! Naw. Tony, I know you"d never f.u.c.k me over; I was just runnin" with ya But this crackhead b.i.t.c.h herea"she"s got a good one comin"."

"So what she mouth off about?"

"Can ya believe it? The little s.p.u.n.k rag said that I..." Vinchetti thought the better of elaborating. "She just got mouthy, you know?"

"Sure. Ain"t nothin" worse than a split-tail who don"t know her own place. Only time a chick"s mouth should be open is when someone"s got a hard-on to stick in it. Rest of the time it should be closed."

Dr. Prouty nearly blanched. I have feeling these two don"t make any charitable donations to the National (Organization of Women.

"I hear that" Vinchetti agreed. "And what do guys like us do every time? Give "em some green, put some nice jewelry around their skinny necks, and then they start to think they"re special. They start to get uppity. Start mouthin" off, start gripin" and takin" you for granted. Well f.u.c.k that s.h.i.t."

Tony nodded in this deep philosophical unanimity. "f.u.c.kin" chicks. Ain"t none of "em no good when ya get down to it Ain"t nothin but a bunch of c.u.m drains, boss, a bunch of low down dirty wh.o.r.es." But Tony flinched immediately after he"d spoken the words. "Er, what I mean is all of "em except your wife, boss."

A laudable exclusion, Prouty thought.

Vinchetti returned the nod. "Well, yeah. Right."

"So what"cha got planned for these two?"

"Oh, it"s a doozy, Tony! Doc here came up with the idea Take a look, take a close look at *em."

Tony leaned closer over the two immobile faces, "Looks like a What the h.e.l.l? Looks like they"re stuck together somehow... by their lips."

Vinchetti chuckled. "Yeah, ain"t it neat-o? Doc here"s got this machine that stapled their lips together."

"It"s a McCrath Model SS40-C," Dr. Prouty piped in, holding the device up. "From their "S" series, "S" for small. It"s quite a quality item. The adjustable impact and foot a.s.semblies allow for aa""

"Shaddap," Vinchetti said, turning his attention back to Tony. "Ain"t that something Ain"t that some work?"

Tony continued to examine the fine details of the "work" with a watch-maker"s study.

"You ain"t kiddin". But... I don"t get it. They ain"t dead already, are they?"

"Naw, just unconscious. Doc here shot each up with some heavy duty tranks."

"Actually," the doctor interjected now holding up his Bush automatic syringe, "I used the latest barbituric-acid derivative, Phenolax. Induces total unconsciousness in less than twenty seconds. It works by reducing the biogenic output of the diazamine receptors in the brain anda""

"Shaddap," Vinchetti ordered, then said back to Tony, "And they"ll be coming to in a few minutesa"that"s when the fun begins. Remember what 1 said about Hymie, right? The fat hump plowed down four plates of hash and eggs for breakfast, and I"m talkin" stacked plates, Tony. I"ll bet this kid"s got five pounds of grub in his belly, and now Doc"s gonna make him throw it all up."

Tony"s minor powers of calculation ticked for a moment, then he saw the ploy. "Aw, boss, that"s low down. He"ll be puking it all up right into Darcy"s mouth."

"That"s the plan. Slick, huh? And sh.e.l.l have to scarf up all that puke and fast, or else she"ll kick, right Doc?"

"That"s correct, sir," Prouty replied. "Once Hymie begin"s to aspirate the vomitus, it will have no place to go but into Darcy"s oral cavity, and due to the obvious fact that their mouths are surgically adhered, Darcy will need to swallow it all as quickly as it is disgorged. If she does so. she"ll survive; however, if the volume of the regurgitant exceeds her capacity to swallow it, her trachea! pa.s.sage will become obstructed, whereupon the vomit will congest in the upper bronchi. As I was remarking to Mr. Vinchetti earlier.

She"ll have to eat it or she"ll drown."

Vinchetti cracked his hands together. "d.a.m.n! Ain"t it great the way Doc talks?"

Tony"s brow furrowed in an expression of deep admiration. "I like it. The skinny b.i.t.c.h drowns in Hymie"s hash and eggs." Then he scratched his head. "But how are you gonna make him puke?"

"Doc just injected him with this fancy stuff," Vinchetti answered.

"A simple saline and copper sulphate solution injected intramuscularly," Doc said. "Once the compound comes in sufficient contact with the stomach"s exterior blood supplya""

"Shaddap," Vinchetti said. "Just take his word for it, Tony. It won"t be long before Hymie"s blowin" chunks like a f.u.c.kin" bilge pump."

"You figure she"ll be able to do it?" came Tony"s next query.

"You know, eat all that puke?"

Both mobsters considered the rather remarkable question. "What do you think, Doc?"

Vinchetti asked, chuckling. "I mean, seein" that you"re a gambling man, if you had money to bet would you bet she could do it?"

"I would, sir," Dr. Prouty responded in certainty. "The primal instinct for a human being to survive is unfathomably spirited. In fact I"d say she"ll survive several cycles."

"Cycles?" Tony asked.

Vinchetti explained. "See, if the b.i.t.c.h manages to swallow all that puke, then Doc injects her with some of that fancy copper stuff. Get it? Then it"s her turn to puke into Hymie"s mouth. They"ll just keep puking back and forth like that till they croak."

"That rocks!" Tony exclaimed.

Prouty noticed a gradual increase in respiration in the victims. Eyelids began to flutter. "If I may interrupt, sir. I believe our subjects are regaining consciousness."

"Tony! Turn on the camera," Vinchetti made the zealous command. "Get us a wide shot, the whole table. I want to see "em convulsing"n s.h.i.t."

Tony did so, and soon the convulsing began. First though, came the initial recognition of the calamity. Hymie and Darcy"s eyes did indeed flutter open. They stared glazily for a few seconds ... and then the rest hit them: they were strapped to each other, face to face, irrevocably joined at the lips.

Then they began to scream into each others mouth.

The sounds were m.u.f.fled, of course, more like a panicked mewling. Hymie"s lower, in staccato-like gruffs, Darcy"s a long high baffled whistle. It was a sound unlike any Dr.

Prouty had ever heard. An additional leather strap girding their necks prevented any possible action to pull back and tear out the staples. The victims squirmed within their bonds, bug-eyed, trying to kick, frenetically jerking, trying to somehow twist outa"but each and every gesture proved futile.

All three men stood stock-still, watching raptly. A considerable erection became evident at the front of Tony"s preposterous white slacks, but Vmchetti himself seemed to be growing bored. "Hey, Doc. We got video runnin" here, ya know, and we ain"t got till ruckin* Christmas. When"s Hymie start to let "er rip?"

Prouty felt a few pops of sweat come out on his brow. "It used the maximum human dose, I a.s.sure you, sir. Given Hymie"s greater than average capillary tract due to the excess of fat the vomitive compound may take a trifle longer than expected to reach the target duodenal blood vessels. You see, sir, a person such as Hymiea" clinically obesea"

actually possesses a higher volume of hemoglobin due to the facta"

"Shaddap," Vinchetti said. "Just make him puke, Doc. If that sack"a blubber ain"t pukin" in five minutes. I"ll have my boys hang you upside-down from a meat-hook in your a.s.shole.

Savy?"

Dr. Prouty gulped through a nod as he spied the recurring image in his head.

"s.h.i.t Tony," the boss went on, "this is makin" for some pretty dull footage. I think what we need is a little rodwork to spice things up while we"re waitin" for Hymie to blow chow."

Tony popped a brow, half eyeing Darcy"s quirming b.u.t.tocks. "Yeah, boss, but you know, like I was saying before, I"d never f.u.c.k around with any of your squeeze."

Vinchetti cracked a laugh. "She ain"t my squeeze no more, Tony. s.h.i.t you think I give a s.h.i.t now? Once we"re done with the fun and games here, I"m gonna have Knuckles Jr.

carve her up and put her in the grinder for the pit bulls. So go ahead, paisan. Use it or lose it."

Tony shrugged. "Don"t mind if I do." He lowered his ludicrous slacks and zig-zag-patterned Fruit of the Looms, freeing a hard p.e.n.i.s that looked more like an eight-inch length of knockwurst He slicked it up via some spit in the palm and wasted no time getting it where he wanted it. As if Darcy"s plight weren"t regrettable enough-now this: perfunctory sodomy. She really began to squirm.

"And don"t forget the wet shot" Vinchetti reminded. "After all, this is video."

"Got"cha, boss. When I"m done coring this stringbean, her a.s.s is gonna look like a rum bun."

Since Darcy and Hymie were strapped face to face, her b.u.t.tocks was positioned quite conveniently. All Tony need do was step right up and slip it in. Her whistle-like mewls heightened whilst Tony"s frightfully thick member methodically plumbed the depths of her rectal pa.s.sage.

Then Vinchetti looked over at Doc and said, "You too, Doc. Get on it."

Prouty froze. "Uh, pardon me?"

"Whip out your Johnson and put it where the sun don"t shine."

Prouty"s mouth fell open but no words came out A quick appraisal of the obvious (there were two naked a.s.ses on the table, and one was currently occupied) did not leave him with much of a positive conclusion. "Uh-uh-uh... you want me to-to-toa"

"That"s right, Doc. Get your d.i.c.k out, get it hard, and f.u.c.k Hymie in the a.s.s. Jesus Christ, you act like I"m askin" you to build the Great Pyramid."

The doctor looked at Hymie"s clenching b.u.t.tocks. It was hairy ... and huge. It lay there on the side of the table like one fifty-pound bag of flour stacked upon a second. Doc made the only logical response. "Uh-uh-uh... sir, I-I-I couldn"t possiblya""

Like magic, Vinchetti shucked a small semi-automatic pistol and aimed it right at Prouty"s face. "Come on, Doc. Chop chop. You know how I hate loud noises."

Prouty stood in total paralysis. "But, sir, given the sheer size of Hymie"s b.u.t.tocks, not to mention the considerable over-hang of flesh ... I rather doubt that a ... successful insertion ... would even be physiologically possible."

Vinchetti c.o.c.ked the pistol.

Oh, dear, Dr. Prouty thought. "As I said, I"ll give it my most concerted effort, sir."

"That"s the spirit."

Prouty could scarcely imagine a predicament such as this. Tony didn"t seem to be having any trouble at all, but of course, for one thing, Tony was a demented s.e.xual psychopath and. two, the lithe female derriere he so frenetically sodomized was a bit more pleasing to the erotic imagination than the corpulent ma.s.s that Prouty was tasked with. He lowered his trousers and briefs only to find his own p.e.n.i.s so withered it appeared to be retracting into his body. I"m going to put THIS, he thought, and looked at Hymie"s a.s.s, into THAT?

The doctor remained locked in rigor.