Lust and Lies 04 - Pretty Maids in a Row

attention returned to him. "You have the cash?"
    David handed him the thick brown envelope and watched him leaf through the bills.
    "I regret the necessity to inconvenience you once again, Mr. Wells, but due to the unusual quality of the film you're about to see, I'm not about to take any chances."
    At first David didn't follow his meaning then Butch stepped forward and held out his hand with a smirk on his face. David frowned, but unbuttoned his shirt. The sleazy room and having another pair of male eyes on him made the process that much more embarrassing, but he survived unscathed.
    Butch confirmed David's cleanliness and went back outside, apparently to resume his guard duties. David thought about the agents and police that should be getting into position about now and hoped they saw the guard before he saw them.
    On a shelf beneath the television was a DVD player and a short stack of plastic-sheathed disks. D'Angelo picked the one off the top. "If you decide to buy what you came here for, I'll throw this one in as a bonus. I think the acquaintance you mentioned will recognize that it's first quality, but you can check out a few others here if you aren't sure. Make yourself comfortable. And don't hesitate to... relieve yourself if you have the need. I won't mind."
    Ignoring D'Angelo's disgusting suggestion, David grimaced at the bed, then noticed several metal folding chairs stacked against the wall behind him. As soon as he set one up for himself, D'Angelo started the video and turned off the light.
    David could see clearly enough to know that D'Angelo was watching him rather than the film. He was determined not to show any reaction, no matter what he was about to see.
    First quality, D'Angelo had said. First-quality perversion, was more like it. David knew films like this existed and was fully aware that there were people out there who took advantage of children every day in real life, but he had never had to look at it happening in living color on a big screen. His stomach threatened to reject what little dinner might have been left in it as he watched the disgusting, tragic scene unfold. He chose a spot on the edge of the picture to stare at to keep from looking directly at the little girl and what was being done to her.
    He could barely hide his relief when the series of horrors came to an end, and D'Angelo exchanged DVDs. Fortunately, the slimeball didn't insist on conversation in between.
    Watching two adults fornicate was easy after what he had just seen. Observing the act, even at close camera range, held little interest for David under any circumstances. He slid down in his chair, crossed his ankles, folded his arms over his stomach and had no problem looking utterly bored.
    A man and woman were on a bed in a room that looked like the one David was in. They were grunting and moaning along to the big finish, when a bodybuilder-type, wearing nothing but jogging shorts, burst into the room. His face was partially hidden beneath a phony-looking brown beard, but there was no doubt that it was D'Angelo's giant sidekick, Butch.
    The new arrival lifted the man off the woman by his hair and threw him out the door. Shouting obscenities at the woman, which made it clear she was supposed to be his wife, he grabbed a belt and lashed her thighs, while she did her best to scoot away from the blows.
    David had no trouble identifying Nikki Farris. Her face registered real pain, and obvious shock that she had actually been hit, before she got back into the role of terrified wife begging understanding and promising never to misbehave again. She put up a token resistance as the angry husband used a conveniently placed necktie to secure her wrists to the doorknob.
    Her screams were undeniably authentic, though, as he proceeded to whip her back from shoulders to knees with the belt, raising welts the camera zoomed in on whenever possible. Nor did she have to fake her cries when he dropped his pants and held her hips in place for him to shove his unbelievably huge prick into her ass. When he was finished, her blood smeared them both, but he wasn't finished with her yet.
    David clenched his fists beneath his armpits, gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep his gaze on the screen as if he was unaffected by the violence.
    The husband untied his wife but when she tried to get out the door, he proceeded to use his fists and feet to subdue her, systematically battering every inch of the woman's head and body. She was no longer