SECOND ENCOUNTER
By BOS  cashley216@woh.rr.com



As the men followed the woman, their resentment grew. She walked uptown,
through the 40s -- the scummy areas they were used to living and dealing in --
to the 50s, the 60s, and finally into a luxury condo building, complete with
uniformed guard. It was the kind of place the brothers had always dreamed
about living in.

That bitch, they thought. Not only does she go around butting her nose into
other people's business; she gets rich doing it.

They watched her stop and chat with the guard, and they watched the guard's
eyes follow her into the elevator. She smiled at the guard as the doors were
closing.

One of the men got cold feet.

"I don't know about this, Dominic," he said.

"What do you mean, you don't know? We're here, ain't we? You wanna turn back
now?" Dominic asked incredulously.

The other man responded, "Maybe we oughtta just do like Vito said, ya know?"

"Look, Salvatore, da bitch sent our brother up the river for 20 big ones. You
wanna just let her get away with it!"

"But Vito said she's poison, Dom."

"Vito! Vito! How much does HE know? Look where all his smarts got him.
Besides, how do we know she ain't on to us, too! It might just be a matter of
time before she comes down on us like she did Vito, You wanna wait for dat!
It's her or us, Salvatore. Let's go."

Acting with the finesse for which they were known, the brothers pulled a gun
on the guard and forced him to tell them what apartment the woman was in; then
they pistol whipped the old man into unconsciousness, at least.

They went up the elevator and found the room. Then they went out onto the fire
escape from the hallway and found a window to the woman's apartment. They
could not see into the room because the drapes were drawn. On the count of
three they simply crashed through the window, guns drawn.

Carlotta Vincente was a big, black-haired beauty with bangs. Her hair was long
and straight. She had big eyes she obviously fussed over patiently, and she
had rich, full, red lips. Her perfectly proportioned 28-year-old body --
notable especially for its large, upright breasts and its strong, amply
fleshed legs -- was just coming out of her bathroom when Dom crashed in.

Her dress was up over her head in the process of being removed as Dom sprawled
on his knees, fighting to hold onto the gun. She was torn between continuing
to remove the dress and returning it to her body. She decided it would be
faster to remove it and that to do so would give her more freedom of movement.

She revealed a black bra that matched her hair and just barely contained her
breasts, as well as dark hose and the kind of vertical garter belts
appropriate to certain very special occasions. Her panties were also black and
were patterned.

The big woman sized up the man, found him slightly smaller than her and
decided not to run.

Instead she barreled into him from the side, knocking him to his face before
he had ever reached his feet. Sal, whose presence was as yet unknown to
Carlotta, just watched the action. He was enjoying it, was, in fact, mesmerized
by it. But he also rationalized to himself that Dom would not have wanted him
to interfere, not while he was feeling up the dame.

Only things weren't going exactly like that. The dame was on top of top of
Dom. Her legs were wrapped around her intruder's legs, and her weight pressed
the man face down into her bedroom carpet. His arms were out in front of him.

The gun was in his right arm, and the woman's hand was on his wrist, pressing
that hand uselessly flat to the floor. Her left arm was wrapped around the
man's neck. Sal's mouth dropped open in shock at this turn events, even as his
eyes traveled up and down the broad's luscious body, stopping especially at
her impudent ass, where her panties road up higher and higher as the struggle
proceeded.

As Dom swore and struggled violently, the dame seemed relatively relaxed.

She said, "I'm glad you came by, Dom. It saves me the trouble of having to go
look for you."

"You're not gonna be glad in a minute, bitch." the man below her said.
Carlotta smiled as she began to slowly bring the man's gun-wielding arm down
and around his back. She felt him straining his every muscle to defeat this
effort of hers, and she was impressed by his strength. But she had the angle
on him and thought she could beat him.

Sal didn't know whether he should step in. He feared that his brother would be
embarrassed at having to be rescued, so to speak, from a dame. But by the time
Dom was in a hammerlock, there seemed to be no choice.

"Breeze, fitch," she heard. At least she thought that's what she heard. She
turned from her perch and saw a man, a larger, younger one, pointing a gun at
her.

"What!" she asked, holding open the dim possibility that this one was on her
side and was really holding the gun on Dom. But even as she spoke she
recognized the family resemblance. Both men were dark, both dressed in
virtually all black; and they weren't all that different in size, thought this
one was a little bigger than her.

"I mean freeze, bitch!" Sal said. "You know what I mean." He was pissed. "Just
get the hell up!"

Sal had gotten his tongue twisted over his choice of words from among bitch,
broad, dame and fucking cunt. Carlotta decided not to try to wrest the gun
from the man under her seat. She stood, with her arms up over her head and
backed away from the two men. Dom got up angrily.

"What the fuck you doin', asshole?" he said, slapping his brother on the head.
"I didn't need no help!"

Said Carlotta, "That's not the way it looked from where I sat, Dom." Maybe she
could embarrass the men into taking her on without the guns.

"Is that so? Well, listen, you bitch ..." He handed his gun to Sal, who now
held two guns focused on the half-naked woman. Dom walked to the woman and
placed his big, rough hands on her ribs lightly, just under her breasts,
slightly brushing them. "Maybe you need some education about men and women."
He stroked her lightly, exciting his brother enormously.

"All I'm learning about now is guns," she said. "Why don't you have pretty boy
over there (she used the term ironically) put the guns down, and we'll settle
this just between us men and women. You afraid we'll end up with three
jailbirds in one family at one time?"

The men were simply amazed at the woman's audacity. Women just didn't talk and
act like this broad. And Sal, at least, was excited by her attitude.

"Dom, let's fuck the bitch right here," he suggested.

"Not here," the older brother said. "I don't like it here. You never know
who's gonna walk in that door, with a slut like dis. Besides, what if da guard
wakes up?! We take her back to da place."

"I don't think I can wait," Sal said. Carlotta looked at him and blew him a
kiss. "Come on, Dom," Sal pleaded.

"I gotta admit it's temptin'," Dom said. His right hand drifted slowly down
the woman's bare midriff to her panties, then continued downward to her
crotch, his fingers actually insinuating themselves between her legs and
stroking her most private parts through her panties.

Suddenly Carlotta's left hand came up to Dom's jaw, sending him stumbling
backwards.

As he regained his balance, his hand rubbing his jaw, Carlotta said, "You want
some more lovin', sweetheart! Just come and get it." Dom did. Enraged beyond
reason, the man charged at the woman, ducking his head, determined to bring
her to the floor with him, there to beat her and rape her.

Carlotta, surrounded by furniture, had no place to dodge, Dom bowled her over,
growling. Carlotta bumped her head on the fall, and the man was able to
maintain the top position. His strong arms locked behind her back, and he
squeezed the woman with all his considerable might, growling and smiling all
the way, enjoying the woman's struggles, enjoying this opportunity to
demonstrate his strength. His mouth went to the top of his opponent's left
breast, and he began not to kiss it, but to bite it. His teeth locked on the
protuberant female flesh even as he continued to growl and smile. Carlotta was
amazed at his tactics.

Her knee came up hard into the man's groin, or at least as hard as she could
manage. She could feel herself connect with the target, but her success did
not dislodge the temporarily deranged man. He was hurting her badly. And now
he was not simply smiling, but laughing. It was more like snorting, really,
Carla thought, between his closed teeth.

Once more her knee came up, but by this time the man's center was no longer
where it had been. However, his movement to avoid the second attack gave
Carlotta a bit more maneuvering room. With a great thrust and the mightiest
roll she could manage, Carlotta reversed their positions, coming out atop the
man and -- more to the point -- getting him to release his oral grip.

No sooner had Carlotta come out on top, though, than the man's black leather
glove wrapped itself in the lady's lush, long black hair. He tugged the woman
off him, but did not manage to climb back on top of her, because her body
rolled into the legs of her bed. Now they lay on their sides, facing each
other, the man's hand in the lady's hair, the lady's bra askew enough to
reveal nearly all of her chest.

Carlotta wrapped her two hands around the man's neck and pulled his head hard
toward her and slightly up, so that his forehead bounced into the bedspring.
When his hand went to his head to feel for blood, the girl pushed him away and
crawled out over his body, not failing to take a passing swipe at his crotch
with her nylon-covered foot on the way.

Then she turned to look for Sal. The younger, bigger brother was frantically
tearing at his own clothes. Overcome with sexual excitement at the coed battle
raging before his eyes, Sal was puffing as hard as if he had himself been
taking on the buxom female. He had set down the guns and was clearly intent
upon joining the fray, if he could ever free himself from the bondage of his
clothes

He finally did so, at no small cost to those clothes or his own body, and
dived on the amazed woman. His hand went immediately at her bra, which quickly
disappeared entirely from her body. The entirely nude man was more intent on
raping Carlotta than hurting her. But he wasn't exactly gentle. Pulling her
hair as shamelessly as had his brother, he buried his face hungrily in
Carlotta's soft neck.

Damn!, these are some weird sonsofbitches, Carlotta thought.

Dom was pushing at the two bodies, which were blocking his exit from under the
bed, cursing both of them as he did so, calling his brother an animal. Even as
he pushed, though, he was pawing her, his hand now down at her panties,
pulling them off, or trying to. Finally he got them low enough that his hands
were able to get at his target,

At first Carlotta could not believe what he was doing. His finger was actually
up inside her.

"Damn," she hollered, "is that the only thing you can do that with?"

Sal was ignoring the battle between Carlotta and Dom as he continued to
hungrily avail himself of the lady's upper charms.

Finally the lady was able to grab Sal's dark hair. She was just barely able to
maintain her grip on it, what with the excessive grease Sal used. She pulled
as hard as she could to her right and twisted her hips so as to free herself
from manual invasion of Dom.

Dom took the opportunity to try to rid himself of his clothing in
preparation for more conventional entry. Meanwhile, he watched his brother
struggle with the woman. Dom became as excited by what he saw as Sal had
earlier in the course of his own spectating.

Carlotta had managed to pull Sal off of her, but to climb on top of him she
had to turn her back on Dom. The big woman was managing to hold the slightly
bigger man below her. Her right forearm was across his neck, and she was
raising her left arm in preparation for a closed fist swing at his jaw. She
connected, but not perfectly, and she was bringing her arm back for another
blow when the butt of one of the guns -- wielded by Dom -- hit her in the back
of the head.

The woman -- naked from the waist up, her panties nearer her knees than her
ass -- slumped forward on the man below her, unconscious.

Sal looked up at Dom.

"Saves time," said Dom.

Sal immediately rolled the woman off him and raped her. Dom watched, not
frustrated at being second, but enjoying the sight.

Each time the woman stirred enough to indicate that she might soon be able to
offer significant resistance, Sal would slap her in the face as she had
slugged him.

Then Dom took his turn with the semiconscious form.

Before he was through, there came a knock at the door. Sal, by now dressed,
albiet in torn clothes, had to kick Dom to draw his attention to the knock. It
came again.

"Let's get out of here," Sal suggested. Dom reluctantly agreed. As a male
voice began calling Carlotta's name, Dom hurriedly dressed, and the two men
left as they had come.

The male voice turned out to be that of Tommy Ralcott, Carlotta's boyfriend
and a cop. The groggy woman finally let him in, not bothering to cover herself
up. Carlotta told him enough about what had happened to allow him to figure
out the rest. Tommy was, of course, enraged. He swore vengeance. Almost
immediately, Carlotta realized she had made a mistake. She didn't want Tommy
to get involved. It was her fight. And the two brothers were too dangerous.

She said to Tommy, "You know I fight my own fights." She was standing face to
face with him, her arms around his waist. She was looking up in his eyes.
Carlotta liked her men big.

Tommy said, "This is a matter for the police."

"Aw Tommy" she said, bringing her arms around in front of the man and sliding
her hands down his biceps to his wrists. Suddenly she had his wrists behind
his back. Before the man knew he was under attack, Carlotta was pushing him
toward her bathroom. She gave a final shove when they reached the doorway,
then quickly locked the door after Tommy.

"Sorry, sweetheart," she said. "I'm the law in this case."

Carlotta knew that she had better take care of this case today, a need which
suited her mood just fine. She put on the dress she had earlier doffed, along
with the accessories a lady was expected to carry. And she left her
undergarments as they were; that is, she wore her readjusted panties and hose,
but didn't take the time to find another bra.

She headed for the neighborhood where she knew the brothers hung out. And,
after coming down unusually hard on some of her sources, she ascertained that
they would probably be heading for a country hideout they had.

When she got there, they were swimming in a pool, Dom especially feeling a
need to cool off, apparently.

"Unfinished-business time, boys," she announced as she brazenly stepped into
their view.

She swiftly tore the dress over her head and off in one motion.

"What say we just pick up where we left off," she continued. "I'd say if you
fellows don't have guns in there with you, you're in big trouble."

She stepped down from her high heels and stood there in dark hose, the same
black patterned panties and a pair of elbow-length black kid gloves. Only.

The men just starred at her in open-mouthed amazement.

"Are you fellows coming out, or do I have to come in after you?" she asked.

Finally, Dom said, "No point in gettin' yourself all wet, beautiful. We'll be
glad to come out. Won't we, Sal?"

"Huh?" said the shocked brother. "Oh, yeah, yeah. sure." Climb out of the pool
they did, proudly displaying muscular bodies and tight swimwear, which in turn
displayed more than muscles.

Carlotta knew the dangers in turning her back on either of these two. She
decided her best bet was to deposit one of them back in the water while she
worked on the other. That way at least she would hear if someone was coming at
her from behind. As the men approached her from opposite ends of the pool,
Carlotta amazed them by walking straight at Dom. The man met her with a
looping right cross to the face, which she blocked. Her knee came up into his
balls once, then again as he slumped in her arms. She tossed him
contemptuously into the water and turned her attention to his larger brother.

Once again Sal was staring in open-mouthed amazement. She knew she couldn't
take too much time, lest Dom come back at her, with who-knows-what instrument.

The trick with Sal, big as he was, she thought, was to fluster him.

"Come On, little brother," she said, wiggling a finger at him. "Wanna see what
you can do with a woman who's standing up and awake? My guess is you're
helpless as a kitten. Here, kitty, kitty, kitty." She puckered her lips and
kissed the air as one does when calling a cat.

"Here, kitty, kitty."

The man came toward her sideways guarding his crotch. Carlotta smiled. She
copied his stance. They looked almost like dueling swordfighters.

Suddenly, swiftly her back foot came up into the back of Sal's neck. He
staggered. He realized he was confronted with fighting skills he had never
before confronted. Besides, this broad was no midget. He told himself to be
extra careful.

The woman said, "You never should have raped me, Sal. Not like that. Not while
I was just a lump. Not like that. That was your big mistake."

She was threatening him. And he knew it. Once again, the nylon-covered foot
cane up into the back of his neck, even harder than the last time. Faster,
too, so that even though he was looking for that move, he couldn't react fast
enough to defend himself against it. He staggered forward again, stumbling,
struggling to maintain his feet.

As he did, the woman stepped into him. His head being almost at her waist
level as he tottered, she brought her closed right fist down into his cheek.
The man fell to his knees. Rather than follow up, though, the woman stood
above him.

She straightened her long, black glove calmly and elegantly and looked toward
the pool expecting to see Dom. But she didn't see him. Before she could look
around much, she felt Sal's arms around her thighs, the bare, soft part
between nylons and panties. The man was clumsily trying to bull her to the
ground. She managed to maintain her footing by backing up. The man followed on
his knees. She tried to bring one leg backwards so as to give her room to
bring it hard forward into his chin. But he crawled fast after the leg, and he
managed to bring her to the ground beneath him. He climbed up on her,
flattening her arms to the grass.

"I'm gonna pill cou, yunt," he said.

The woman laughed in his face.

"If you're trying to say you're going to kill, me, Sal, all I can say is you
better."

With that she brought her big, strong, nyloned legs up around the torso that
was between them and wrapped them around the man's naked rib cage.

With certainty and dispatch, she deposited the man on the ground next to her.

Once again -- with the man lying between her legs -- she looked toward the
pool for Dom. Once again, she saw no sight of him. "Where'd your big brother
go, Sal?" she asked. She got no response. She tightened her thighs violently,
though no effort showed on her face. She just continued to look around. "I
said, where'd he go," she said.

"I don't know " the man grunted. She looked at the man. His voice told her
that she was applying more pain than she had intended for the moment. As his
hands tore at her legs, she put her hand under his chin and point his face at
hers.

"Talk to me, Sal, my friend," she said in a not really so friendly manner. Sal
said nothing, only grimaced in pain. She said, "How come you're not touching
my boobs, Sal? You couldn't get enough of them before. You losing interest! Go
ahead, touch 'em." She cupped her breasts and held them out for Sal and pouted
sexily. "Come on, Sal, touch my breasts." Finally he moved to do exactly that.
But she shut him down. She squeezed her legs together, and his body promptly
froze in pain.

She turned Sal over onto his back and climbed up on top of him, the better to
survey the area for the missing Dom. Her feet were locked under Sal's rear,
making the man all the more uncomfortable. Failing to see Dom, she looked down
at the man between her legs and was once again surprised at the amount of pain
she seemed to be causing him.

"Where is he, Sal!" she asked, again getting no response.

She put one hand on his throat, and with her other, she slugged him in the
face.

"Talk!!"

Now looking up through blurred eyes, Sal saw only Carlotta's boobs hanging
somehow menacingly over his face. She slugged him again.

"I don't know," he croaked.

"Is that so?" she said "Well let me see if my legs can remind you." She
squeezed and saw agony shoot through the body of the man below her and come
out in his face.

Before he could relax, she slugged him again. "Talk!" she said, hitting him
again and cocking her fist again.

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!" he practically screamed. She was
convinced. She stood up, looking around.

The man lay below her, doing nothing. She put one foot on his face, mashing
his opposite cheek into the grass. Other than that, she ignored him. "I didn't
hear any car leave," she mused to herself, practically forgetting Sal, having
beaten him into insignificance.

What if Dom was getting a gun? What if he was sighting her right now from
inside the house. She decided to duck behind a tree while she planned her next
move.

As she stood behind that tree, trying to map with her eyes a route into the
house that would not require exposing herself to possible gunfire, Sal finally
began to stir. Carlotta realized she had forgotten about him. Actually, she
thought, I haven't begun to gain adequate revenge for what he did to me. I'd
better bag the one I have, rather than risk losing both. I'll tie him up and
put him in the car, then tend to big brother.

Sal was on his feet, rubbing his sides in pain.

Carlotta smiled, "Hey, little brother," she called. "get your ass over her."

Sal was surprised to learn Carlotta was still around. He stopped. He pondered.

"You're not afraid of me, are you?" the lady called. "You were going to kill
me, remember?"

The man didn't move. The lady called again:

"I said get your ass over here, turkey, or so help me, I'll come down on you
so hard you'll think what we just did was game time."

The man turned and walked toward the house.

"You're askin' for it, buster," Carlotta called.

He kept walking.

"You got it!" she said, coming out from behind the tree.

The man darted, running away from the beautiful lady in half of her underwear.

Almost laughing, the lady ran after him, her nylons flashing in the afternoon
sun, as her breasts bounced elaborately.

Two thirds of the way to the house, she caught the man, downing him with a
flying tackle. She stood up almost immediately, but the man was slow in
rising. She stood over him.

"Get up," she said, her hands on her hips. He did so, his eyes downcast, "Go
get in my car." she said, pointing to it. Something told Sal he must not do
that. He darted for the house, but he ran instead into Carlotta's knee, which
had been raised into his stomach. He doubled.

"I gave you a chance," Carlotta said. Her fist came up into his belly. "Now
I'll give you another one: Tell me when you've decided you'd rather spend the
rest of your life in jail than fight with me here and now."

She hit him yet again in the stomach and was impressed that he did not fall to
his knees. She chopped him on the back of his neck, and he did. She locked her
calves around his neck and stood looking down at his broad back.

Suddenly she felt a pain on her back. She had no idea what it was. She turned
her head and saw nothing. She released Sal and pulled him to his feet and put
him between her and where the pain had come from, Suddenly, just as
mysteriously, her feet were pulled out from under her.

She didn't know why -- some sort of rope, perhaps -- but suddenly she was flat
on her face. And she couldn't move her legs.

Sal, apparently not quite so taken aback, was on her in a trice. Violently,
every bit as animalistically as he had attacked her back in her apartment,
vengefully, he began to slam her head into the grass with one blow after
another. Carlotta felt she was lucky that her head was facing down. But she
was having difficulty finding a way to launch an offensive. She looked down
and saw a black whip around her legs.

She tried to loosen it with her legs as Sal continued to pound on her
maniacally. She got it loose and snuck it up into her hand. With one sudden
move, she twirled beneath the man, her body describing a full circle. On the
way through, she strung the whip in a complete circle around his neck,
continuing to hold on to one end. Then she seized the other end and -- now
facing the ground again -- pulled on both ends. He continued pounding on her
naked back, so she tightened it more. He still fought, and she tightened it
more. Now he was fighting not so much in pursuit of vengeance for past
indignities, but in desperation against the whip. All Carlotta knew was that
she was getting pounded. She tightened. He fought. She pulled and tightened.
He fought. She gave it everything she had. It was self defense. Finally,
slowly, he stopped hitting her. She pulled him off her. He rolled onto his
back and looked up at her with vacant eyes.

"You killed him," said a male voice. Carlotta looked up and saw it was Dom. He
was dressed now -- besides his tight trunks -- in black boots that reached
over most of his calves, and in black gloves that went a third of the way up
his forearms. And he carried another whip.

"You gave me the weapon," she said.

He seethed. "Now I'm going to kill you," he said.

"Well " Carlotta said, getting to her feet, "like I said to your brother when
he gave me the same prediction, you better."

The whip shot out, and once again Carlotta felt herself pulled off her feet.
Damn, she thought, he's good with that thing.

She didn't know the half of it yet. Dom was a past master with the whip.

He allowed his prey to get to her feet again, and he downed her again, with
one easy flick of the wrist; or rather two: one to wrap her, one to fell her.

This time, though, he did not unwind the whip. Instead, he began pulling the
nearly naked woman toward him.

Sliding along the grass on her ass, Carlotta felt helpless and foolish. He
dragged her into the house, into what could pass for a torture chamber. It had
whips and racks of one sort and another all over the place.

Watching Carlotta's eyes take in the scene, Dom swelled with pride. He
unwrapped the whip from her legs and she stood up. He smiled.

Then, suddenly, the whip was around the lady's neck. Dom's eyes lit up.

"Now you know how Sal felt, maybe," he said.

Carlotta's head got light.

When she woke up, she was bound in a sort of chair. She was sitting on bumps
on top of a wood slab. Her wrists were bound to that slab and her ankles were
pulled back to a point straight below her wrists and tied. There was a thin
black rope around her belly at the navel that was tied to boards behind her,
and her shoulders were likewise pulled back by straps that passed over them
and back through her armpits. She was dressed as she had been at the pool,
except that -- strangely -- her black, high-heeled shoes were back on her
feet.

She awoke to the sting of little metal stars at the end of four little strips
that were, in turn, at the end of a short black whip being wielded by Dom. The
man was enjoying aiming the stars at Carlotta's breasts.

He tortured the woman for hours, showing off his virtuosity, talking about
vengeance for his brother, though Carlotta was not impressed with his
sincerity on the subject of his motivation. He tortured every part of her
body: her back, her face, her breasts, her legs.

He overdid it. After hours of Carlotta's frantic struggling, her bonds began
to give way. She could feel that, and the feel spurred her to greater efforts,
though tugging at the rope hurt.

Her right arm came free as the man was leaning over, licking her breast
wounds. She brought her balled fist hard up into his balls. Hard! She grabbed
him there and held on, as, with her improved leverage, she yanked on her other
arm until it, too, was free. She let go of the man, confident he was
incapacitated for the time being, and she worked on the knots and weak points
of her other bonds until she was free, by which time the man was getting to
his feet.

Both were tired. But both were now ready for a fight for their lives.

They faced off. Carlotta, seething with anger that obliterated her pain,
rammed into the man, thrusting his back into a wooden wall. She buried her
right fist into his gut. And again. She enjoyed the feeling of the muscular
man sliding down her body.

He grabbed her around those big, beautiful thighs, tearing his fingernails
into the wounds he had caused. He brought her to the wooden floor. He climbed
up her and grabbed a headlock. She did likewise.

They rolled around the torture chamber, the woman squeaking in pain as one of
her cuts would be abused in some way, the man moaning when his tender balls
found themselves in an uncomfortable position.

The man grabbed his opponent's beautiful long hair and pulled her to the floor
beneath him, on her back. He began to pound her head into the floor, but her
knee came up into the back of his crotch and catapulted him off her. She
turned over onto her stomach and grabbed one of the man's legs. Standing up,
she pulled the man backwards across the room. Splinters from the floor opened
wounds on his body like those on hers. Suddenly she pounced with all her
weight on the back of the man, still holding his ankle, jarring the man to the
floor with a thud, meanwhile wrenching his knee.

Still holding his ankle, she wrapped one gloved forearm under his chin and
pulled the man backwards, putting enormous strain on his back. He squealed.
She let go of his neck and ankle and seized him in a headlock and pulled him
to his feet. She wrenched his head violently and dropped to one knee, pulling
the man hurtling over her body, onto his back,

The angry, voluptuous, nearly naked women pulled the male torturer to his feet
by his head again and threw him again. She pulled him up again and this time
whipped him into a wall by his arm. She stepped into him and pulled his head
down in front of her and brought her knee up to meet it.

When he dropped to his knees, she wrapped her legs around his head and
squeezed. She let go, stepped behind him, seized him by the trunks and the
hair and simply flung him across the room, where his head hit the wall.

She was on him before he was up, as his eyes were still pointing down. He saw
her high-heeled ankles, looking impossibly slim and feminine.

She put her hands under his chin and raised him to his feet. She propped him
against a wall . She wrapped her hands around his neck as her eyes sought out
his.

She said, "Which brother do you want to join, Dom: Vito or Sal?"

Dom said nothing; and she tightened her hands. He said something, but softly,
and she made him repeat it: "Vito."

"Well, I'm going to let you do that," the woman who had beaten him said. "But,
I swear, if you give me one hint of trouble between here and the police
station. -- just one bit -- it'll be Sal. You got that?"

The man nodded.

So the woman loaded up her men, stopping outside to put on her dress, and
drove back to the city, where she turned them both -- the dead and the alive
-- into the police.

Dom had given her no trouble during the packing or the ride.