The Punishment That Thug Will Never Forget

Nadia couldn’t stop looking at the clock. She pressed her ear to the wall, trying to hear something, but all that reached her was the murmur of the shower on the other side. Shit, Mara is taking too long. She cursed herself for letting Mara do this alone. It was too dangerous.

She paced around the unfinished room several times, then sat down on the enormous suitcase, running her hands through her short blond hair. Sitting there, she began to remember how it had all started. How she had gotten the job—the first since her release and the first legal one she had ever had. If someone had asked her a couple of years earlier what she was best at, the only honest answer would have been picking locks and breaking through walls. But in the prison workshops she had learned painting, tiling, carpentry… and she was good enough at them to be hired to renovate that run-down apartment.

It was a simple, routine, solitary job. Exactly what she was looking for. As she worked alone, she sometimes thought of her father, who had also worked in construction. She hadn’t heard anything from him or the rest of her family in years. They had come from Lithuania when Nadia was still very young, but they were the ones who had wanted nothing more to do with her the day she told them she liked women. After that, she had made a long series of wrong decisions that she preferred to forget. This could be a new beginning. And then Mara appeared.

She remembered the day they met, only a few weeks earlier, though at the time it had seemed like an eternity. Despite the noise of the drill, Nadia heard shouting in the hallway. A woman’s screams. She looked out to see what was happening. There was Mara, with her dark, tousled hair and sad eyes, beside that pig of a boyfriend. He was trying to cover her mouth, but stopped as soon as Nadia appeared. He held her gaze for an instant, then turned and left, grabbing Mara by the arm with a smile while Mara seemed to plead silently. Nadia thought about intervening, but in her situation it wouldn’t have been wise to look for trouble.

She kept working over the following days, trying not to think about anything, focusing on her routine. But Mara was the one who showed up there. Her boyfriend was out, and she was looking for company. She only wanted to talk, and Nadia had already witnessed her situation. Her eyes were as dark as her hair, and everything about her conveyed enormous fragility. Nadia invited her to sit on a battered sofa and silently listened to her sad story. She was trapped in a relationship she didn’t know how to escape, with a bad man. Same old story, Nadia thought. She tried to comfort her. She awkwardly hugged her, and Mara let her. The hugs gave way to caresses, and the caresses to kisses. At first they were clumsy, timid kisses, their lips barely brushing, but soon Mara opened her mouth and sought Nadia’s tongue with her own, moaning softly as if no one had touched her tenderly for months.

Nadia ran her hand over the back of Mara’s neck, burying her fingers in that dark hair, and slowly lowered her onto the dusty living-room floor. Mara looked up at her, cheeks flushed and lips parted, while Nadia positioned herself between her legs and pushed her skirt up to her waist. She wore simple white panties underneath, and Nadia’s mouth watered just from seeing the shape of her pussy outlined beneath the fabric.

“Are you sure, little one?” she asked in her ear, biting her earlobe. “Because once I start, I won’t stop until you come in my mouth.”

Mara nodded wordlessly and took Nadia’s hand, guiding it between her thighs herself. She was hot, and through her panties Nadia could feel that the fabric was already wet. She began rubbing her pussy over the cloth, very slowly, drawing circles with her fingers over the bulge of her clitoris while Mara arched her back and bit her lips to keep from screaming. With her other hand, Nadia unbuttoned her shirt, one button at a time, and pulled her breasts out of her bra by tugging the cups downward. They were round and white, with dark nipples already hard as rocks. Nadia bent down and took one fully into her mouth, sucking hard and running her tongue around the areola while her teeth gave it little bites that made Mara moan.

“Fuck, Nadia… fuck, you turn me on so much,” Mara whispered, grabbing her head and pressing her face against her chest.

Nadia moved to the other nipple and did the same, sucking it until it was red and shiny with saliva. Then she went down over Mara’s stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses until she reached the waistband of her panties. She caught the fabric between her teeth and pulled it down, stripping them off her legs and throwing them into a corner of the room. Mara was left with her skirt bunched at her waist, her legs spread and her soaked pussy on display, framed by dark, neatly trimmed hair around swollen pink lips that opened like a wet flower.

“Look at you, goddamn,” Nadia murmured, running two fingers up and down her slit. “You’re dripping, little one. You’re begging me to eat your pussy.”

“Eat me, please… It’s been so long since anyone touched me like this…” Mara moaned, lifting her hips to seek Nadia’s hand.

Nadia didn’t make her wait. She lay face down between Mara’s thighs, placed her legs over her shoulders, and brought her mouth to her pussy. First she gave her lower lips a long kiss with her flat tongue, savoring all of her. She tasted of salt, of hot woman, of someone who had been holding out for far too long. Then Nadia spread her lips with her fingers, exposing her clitoris, swollen and throbbing, and began licking it with the tip of her tongue, making short, rapid strokes that made Mara writhe on the floor.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, like that, like that… don’t stop…” she panted, grabbing her breasts and pinching her own nipples.

Nadia slid two fingers into her pussy and felt it close around them, squeezing them like a hot, soaked fist. She began fucking her with her fingers, moving in and out slowly at first, searching for that rough spot inside while continuing to suck her clitoris without pause. She curled her fingers upward and rubbed firmly right there, on the exact spot, until Mara began moaning higher and higher, her breathing broken as she threw her head back against the dusty floor.

“I’m going to come, Nadia, I’m going to come… don’t stop, for God’s sake, don’t stop…”

Nadia sped up, pumping both fingers in and out faster and faster, her hand wet up to the wrist, and sucked her clitoris hard between her lips. Mara let out a hoarse cry, wrapped her legs around Nadia’s head, and came violently, her whole body trembling as she squeezed Nadia’s fingers inside her in spasms she felt again and again, until Mara went limp, legs spread, panting, her eyes glazed.

Nadia slowly withdrew her fingers, put them in her mouth, and sucked them while looking into Mara’s eyes. Then she climbed over her and kissed her on the mouth, letting her taste herself. Mara returned the kiss hungrily, grabbing Nadia’s shirt and pulling it over her head. She clumsily yanked off Nadia’s sports bra and attacked her small, firm breasts, sucking and biting as if she needed to return every caress. She unbuttoned Nadia’s pants and slipped her hand inside her underwear, searching for her pussy with trembling fingers.

“Lie back. Let me do it,” Mara whispered.

Nadia lay on her back on the floor, kicked off her pants and panties, and spread her legs, showing Mara her blond pussy, its hair short and pale and its lips already glistening with desire. Mara positioned herself between her thighs, looked at her for a moment with those dark eyes full of gratitude, and lowered her mouth. She began slowly and uncertainly, licking Nadia’s entire pussy with her flat tongue, up and down, while Nadia buried her fingers in her hair and guided her.

“There, on the clitoris, use the tip… that’s it, very good, little one, keep going…”

Mara learned quickly. After a couple of minutes Nadia had her breathing hard, her hips moving on their own against Mara’s mouth. Mara slid in one finger, then two, and began pumping in rhythm with her tongue. Nadia closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, and gripped Mara’s arms as she felt her orgasm rising from deep in her belly. She held out as long as she could, stretching the pleasure, until she couldn’t take any more and came with a hoarse moan, pressing Mara’s head against her pussy and soaking her face with her juices.

They lay on the floor for a while, half naked, embracing, sweaty and covered in dust. Mara tenderly caressed Nadia’s tattooed arms while fixing her dark gaze on Nadia’s clear, cold eyes.

That was only the first of many encounters. Nadia did little more than listen to her and love her. Mara lived with her boyfriend in the apartment next door and came to see Nadia almost every day when she was alone. As soon as she closed the door, they were already undressing. They fucked on the battered sofa, against the freshly plastered wall, on the floor, on the worktable covered with tools. Nadia put her on all fours and ate her pussy and ass from behind until she made Mara beg. Mara learned to suck Nadia hungrily, to plunge her tongue deep inside her, to make her come on her face. Sometimes they ended up pressed pussy to pussy, rubbing against each other until they came together, biting their lips so they wouldn’t scream too loudly. The pig’s name was Darío. A lot of name for so little man, Nadia thought. He was tall and thin, with the palest skin she had ever seen on a man, and long brown hair that made him look somewhat effeminate, though his stare was fierce. Whenever the time approached for him to return home, Mara left, her still-damp panties tucked into her purse, and Nadia continued working. Sometimes she heard the shouting and blows from the neighboring apartment, barely muffled by the blows of her own hammer. Nadia struck again and again, carrying out her task precisely. But with every blow she imagined crushing that bastard’s balls.

It was only a few days earlier, during one of those furtive encounters, that the word that would change everything appeared: diamonds. They were naked on the sofa, Mara sitting astride Nadia’s face and slowly rocking against her tongue, when she let it slip between gasps. Apparently Darío worked for some truly shady people. Mara wasn’t sure, but suspected they were a gang of thieves or traffickers. They gave him goods, and he put them into circulation. At that moment he was guarding an especially valuable shipment, kept in a safe in his bedroom. The plan took shape quickly, between one orgasm and the next. Mara insisted it would be easy. On the day of the handoff, while Darío checked the merchandise, she would create a distraction, take the diamonds, and leave. Nadia was to wait outside with the suitcases ready. Nadia didn’t like it. She knew when a plan was going to go wrong, and this one certainly looked that way… but the temptation of starting over with Mara, far away from there, was too great.

Nadia stood up again. Mara was definitely taking too long. The shower faucet was still running. Mara had said she would cause a malfunction in the bathroom before he showered. She would probably get slapped, but she was used to it. Nadia clenched her fists at the thought. She would have preferred a plan that involved giving the bastard what he deserved, but Mara insisted that if they used violence, the police might come after them, and she was right. Darío and the men he worked for would look for them, of course, but they couldn’t report them for taking stolen diamonds.

She looked at the clock one last time. That’s enough. It was time to act. Things would be done her way now. She picked up the hammer and stopped in front of the door to the neighboring apartment. That lock would be no problem; she forced it with a card and a bit of wire. She entered cautiously, gripping the handle tightly.

The apartment was small and dilapidated, almost unfurnished, with a layout similar to the one she was renovating. At the end of the narrow hallway was a living room leading to the bathroom and bedroom. There she found Mara on her knees on the floor, her hands tied, gagged, and with fresh bruises on her face. Nadia rushed to help her, untied her, removed the gag covering her mouth, and kissed her cheeks. Mara whispered that she was all right, on the verge of tears. Rage flooded Nadia. She looked toward the closed bathroom door, behind which the sound of water continued. The bastard was in there.

“He figured it out, Nadia, he figured it out… We have to leave now,” Mara whispered.

“Where are the diamonds?” Nadia wasn’t willing to give up so easily.

“No, Nadia, everything went wrong… He put them back in the safe. But at least we still have time to leave…” Mara’s voice seemed about to break, which only increased her lover’s fury.

Nadia looked around and noticed something on a shelf.

“Is that his gun?”

“Yes… He pointed it at me when he caught me. I thought he was going to kill me. He left me like that and said he’d deal with me later.”

Without really listening, Nadia went over. She left the hammer on the shelf and picked up the weapon. She knew perfectly well how to use it. She checked that it was loaded, took off the safety, settled it in her hand, and aimed at the bathroom door. She could go in and catch him naked, but she preferred to wait until he came out and surprise him.

The sound of the water stopped. Mara held her breath. Nadia stood directly in front of the door, ready, aiming and waiting for it to open at any moment. They both watched the handle begin to turn. Mara swallowed. Nadia remained impassive. This was the moment.

Darío appeared before them. His long, light hair was still wet, falling over his shoulders and down to his nearly hairless chest, stuck to his pale, thin body. He was barefoot and held a short towel around his waist with one hand; it barely reached his knees and was his only clothing. As soon as he saw the gun aimed at his face, his expression tightened. Even so, he remained calm, coldly returning her stare.

“Hands where I can see them, you bastard.”

He made a halfhearted attempt to raise them without quite doing so, while slowly surveying the two women.

“I see… So you were in on it with the woman from next door,” he said, looking at Mara with a crooked smile.

Nadia pressed the gun against his neck, forcing him toward the center of the room while he awkwardly held onto his towel. He was still smiling.

“You’re a pair of brainless sluts. The people I work for will be here any minute, and you aren’t going to like what they do to you… well, Mara might, since she loves having a cock shoved into every hole, but you definitely won’t.” His face twisted with rage, as if he spat out every word.

Nadia pressed the gun against the underside of his chin, forcing him to tilt his head back and take a step backward. This time he had no choice but to obey and raise his hands, revealing the fine, sparse hair in his armpits. Even I have more hair there, Nadia thought.

When she saw that the situation was completely under control, she stopped pressing the barrel against his chin and stepped back to give herself room, without lowering the gun. Darío continued to hold her gaze, cold and defiant. Still with his hands raised, carefully controlling every movement, he advanced toward her very slowly. He looked as though he was about to say something, but after barely two steps the towel fell from his waist. His smile vanished immediately. He made a quick attempt to bend down and retrieve it, but Nadia was faster. She pressed the barrel against his chest and forced him to raise his hands again, using them to ineffectively cover his nakedness, and interlace them behind his neck.

The young man obeyed, driving his hateful eyes into hers as he exposed his cock. His appearance seemed truly pathetic to her. Despite his height, far greater than hers, his thin, pale, almost hairless body gave him a fragile, nearly feminine air. Dressed, he was one thing; naked like this, with his shrunken cock hanging between his legs and his balls bunched beneath it, Nadia found him scrawny and sickly. He looks like a plucked chicken, she thought, suppressing a laugh. His stare was the only thing that remained imposing. And that was precisely what she intended to take from him.

“Well, look at the big man, huh?” she said sarcastically. “Believe me, I’ve seen chicks with more testosterone than you. And bigger cocks too, if you want the truth.”

She lowered the barrel very slowly, without taking her eyes off his, until it rested a few centimeters from his crotch.

“And you call that being a man?” she asked, moving the weapon from side to side while he closed his eyes and pressed his lips tightly together. “Hey, Mara, did you really put up with this guy? Did he fuck you with that pathetic cock?”

Mara seemed amused by the situation. For the first time in a long while, she was smiling.

“He couldn’t even get hard half the time,” she replied, crossing her arms and leaning back against the wall in a relaxed manner. “And on top of that, he thought he was a gift from God. When he managed to get it inside me, he finished in two minutes and slept like a log. I come more in one minute with you than I did with him in two years.”

“If you’re going to kill me, do it already,” he said weakly, barely containing the rage of his humiliation.

“I’m not going to kill you, idiot. I’m going to make you give me the combination to the safe.”

“You’re crazy. My people will be here any moment, and if they catch you here…”

“They won’t,” Mara interrupted. “I heard him talking to them on the phone earlier. The meeting isn’t for hours.”

“Well… So you’re a little liar too,” Nadia said. “Mara, bring a chair and put it here in front of him.”

Mara obeyed. She crossed the room with one of the dining chairs and placed it where Nadia indicated, directly between them. Darío looked confused.

“Now you’re going to have to do something else, Mara. Look…” She put her arms around her lover and placed the gun in her hands. “Hold it properly. Put your finger here. It’s not complicated. If he tries anything stupid, or if he disobeys… shoot.”

Mara gripped the gun with both hands and aimed it at Darío, who seemed even more uncomfortable than before, while she smiled faintly. Meanwhile, Nadia picked up the long rope he had used to tie Mara and positioned herself behind him. The young man kept his hands interlaced behind his neck, exactly as she had ordered. She seized them firmly and, while Mara kept aiming, tied his wrists behind his back. Darío bit his lips in sheer discomfort.

“What are you planning? I’ll never give you the combination, you bitches!” he shouted, his rage beginning to sound like desperation.

“We’ll see about that,” Nadia said as she finished tightening the knot. “Put one foot on that chair. Come on!”

Darío hesitated. Nadia gestured to Mara, who stepped closer and aimed directly at his face.

“Mara isn’t going to shoot me,” he said contemptuously.

“We said we weren’t going to kill you. We didn’t say we wouldn’t shoot you. Maybe she’ll blow your balls off for what you did to her, you bastard,” Nadia growled behind him, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back.

The young man slowly lifted his knee and placed his foot on the chair, as ordered. Nadia bent down to pick up the damp towel from the floor. She rolled it up slowly and positioned herself behind him, on the side of the raised leg. From that angle she could see the soft sack hanging between his thighs, his shrunken cock resting on it, pathetic and wrinkled with fear. She drew the towel back as far as she could and used it like a whip against that sensitive area, landing a direct hit.

Darío howled and doubled over instantly. But before he could lower his leg, Nadia had time to deliver a second blow that knocked him onto his side. With his hands tied behind him, he couldn’t protect himself and struck his forehead on the floor. Nadia grabbed him by the shoulder and hair and forced him upright while a thread of blood ran from his eyebrow.

“Bitch! What are you doing? Don’t you see I can’t give you the combination? I don’t know what they’ll do to me if I do!” he shouted desperately.

“I’ll give you one last chance. If you tell me now, I swear I’ll untie you and you can escape before those people arrive. What do you say?”

“Go to hell!”

“Fine. Put your foot on the chair again,” Nadia said calmly.

“No way! You and Mara the whore can start fuc—”

He didn’t have time to finish the insult before Mara shoved the gun barrel into his mouth.

“Do what she says,” she said, looking him directly in the eyes.

Slowly, the young man raised his leg and put the sole back on the seat, trembling with his eyes squeezed shut, the barrel still in his mouth. Nadia smiled and prepared herself. He flinched when the towel struck his balls again. The gun prevented him from screaming, but he released an even louder muffled groan when he felt the next blow. And the next. Nadia enjoyed watching that area tremble with every impact, his balls jolting inside the reddened sack and his limp cock bouncing against his thigh. One more. His body contracted more and more, and he struggled to keep his balance. Mara felt increasingly confident with the weapon and couldn’t help smiling as his face contorted, his eyes always shut, holding back what looked like tears of pain and humiliation.

Nadia gathered momentum, swung the towel around in the air a couple of times, and struck him one last time. The man fell onto his side as before, dragging the gun, which slipped from Mara’s hands and rolled across the floor. He lay there motionless, curled up and trembling, his hands tied and his bruised balls showing between his tightly pressed thighs while the two women watched him.

“I don’t think he’s going to get up, Nadia…” Mara said worriedly, more because they had failed to achieve their goal than because of the condition of the man who had been her boyfriend until that day.

Nadia sighed.

“All right. I’m out of patience.”

She turned toward the shelf, picked up the hammer, and went over to Darío, who was lying facedown and trying to cover himself. She straddled him, facing his feet. She forced his legs apart, grabbed the rope binding his hands, and, since there was plenty left over, wound it several times around the young man’s scrotal sac and pulled hard while he screamed. Mara couldn’t help making a startled grimace when she saw his purple balls trapped by the rope, protruding between his legs and squeezed so tightly they looked ready to burst.

Darío’s complaints turned into a muffled moan. A thread of blood ran from his lip. Mara could see his face twisted with pain and helplessness, a truly pathetic sight, but he had brought it on himself, she thought. With his hands tied, Nadia sitting on top of him and him trapped like that, there was little he could do. Then he felt the cold touch of the hammer brush against the taut skin of his balls. Nadia gave them the faintest warning taps, barely a touch, while pulling the rope with her other hand.

“Man, I’m one strike away from turning your balls into mincemeat. Your choice.”

The young man collapsed immediately. It was as easy as pressing a button. He gave up the combination, and Mara ran to the safe.

“It had better be right,” Nadia said angrily, yanking the rope.

“They’re here, Nadia!” Mara came running back with the black bag in her hands. She crouched beside Nadia and opened it. The diamonds seemed to light up both their faces. They kissed with tongues, long and deeply, biting each other’s lips.

“Very good, little one. This is almost over.” Nadia set the hammer on the floor and caressed her lover’s face, still holding the rope with her other hand. “Go get the gag and put it on him.”

“Wait! You said you’d let me go!” They both heard the panic in his voice.

“Yes… that’s true, I did say that. But as you can imagine, I can’t let you go and warn your accomplices as soon as we leave. No. By the time they arrive and find you, we’ll already be far away.”

“You bitches!” he shouted desperately while Mara picked up the cloth he had used to gag her earlier and went back to him.

Nadia tried to immobilize him completely. She grabbed the rope holding his hands and his scrotum, and with the excess length she tried to tie his feet as well, but it didn’t reach that far. So she bent his legs backward; Mara helped hold them after gagging him. They folded them at right angles, and then Nadia, pulling the rope as tight as possible, managed to tie his ankles too. That left the man forced to remain facedown, unable to move his hands, with his legs bent in an extremely uncomfortable position that he had better endure if he didn’t want to cause himself unbearable pain in his balls.

When they finished, the two women embraced. Nadia tucked the gun into her pants and picked up the hammer too, just in case. Seeing that pig sprawled in the middle of the living room, completely helpless, his white ass exposed and his bruised balls showing between his folded legs, she couldn’t resist. She crouched beside him, seized the pathetic sack reddened by the binding, and raised the hammer with her other hand. She heard his anguished moans as she began lowering her arm, but Mara’s hand stopped her.

“No, Nadia… Let’s go. His own people will take care of him,” she said coldly.

“You’re right,” Nadia admitted. “I wouldn’t want to be in this poor idiot’s shoes. I’ve met some very shady people, and when you make someone like that lose so much money… well, I’ve heard of things done for far less that I wouldn’t wish on even him.”

Mara grimaced, and from the floor Darío began moaning in utter desperation. Nadia burst out laughing.

“Relax, sweetheart, I was joking,” she said, wrapping an arm around Mara and tenderly kissing her cheek. “Come on, let’s go. At the hotel, I’m going to fuck you until you don’t even remember what this guy’s name was.”

They left the house hand in hand, running, excited about a future that finally seemed to be smiling on them. Outside, the sky looked brighter than ever.