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Chapter One

       Early the next morning, another meeting already with my new boss at his estate, and this time with a collection of his inner circle.  I guess to get to know me some and vice versa.  The driveway pretty well congested with various sedans, the sleek German 300 SL coupe stands out, parked under the veranda as we pull in behind it, obviously the same one I drooled over the other night.  Silver, sparkling, not a smudge to distract from its appearance, I slip out from the back seat of the limo, watch as Alfrado and a couple of his minions step out the front door of the mansion.

       “Some fucking detective.”  Alfrado grunts as he tosses a set of keys in my direction as I glance at the car, start up the steps.  “Catch!”

       Ducking, reaching, catching the duel set of jiggling keys on their ring in my right hand, I hear his voice again.  “Check out the license plate boss… Anything familiar about ‘em?”

       Hearing the word ‘boss’, realizing that’s what I am to him now, glancing toward the rear of the Benz, the plates are familiar.  They should be, they’re mine.  “What the fu………”

       It’s yours, you lucky bastard… Seems your car seems to kinda’ got lost… And it sure as hells’ not going to be found again.”  Alfrado cuts me off as he steps past, drools over the gullwing himself.  “You lucky bastard.”

       His look not really of jealousy, actually of all things, seeming to be a genuine smile at my good fortune, I nod appreciatively, flip the keys up out of my hand, catch ‘em with a snap of my wrist while stepping toward the car myself.  Showroom smell obvious as I flip up the driver door, checking out the contrasting red with cream accented interior, the red matching travel bag, actually luggage case strapped on the shelf behind the pair of bucket seats, the dual straps neatly tucked across the genuine leather case, I’m tempted to slip a key in the ignition on the lower center of the dash and take a spin before someone tells me it’s just a fucking joke of some sort.

       “The meeting’s about to get underway.”  Alfrado acknowledges.  “Better not to keep him waiting, the car ain’t going nowhere till you take it with you… Relax.”

       A nod, another glance around the dash boards’ gauges, the chrome shifter mounted on the leather wrapped console with its white knob displaying the pattern of its four speed transmission, I still can’t believe it could be mine.  What a fucking boss, I should have taken his offer a long time ago.  Damn, I think to myself, this is almost as good as sex, well, almost.

Chapter Two

       Meeting over, the unexpected present under the veranda’s nothing but a small token of appreciation from the boss as he waves off my rambling thanks as no big deal while acknowledging in front of everyone that I deserve it as a few of the group mingle enviously around.  Again flipping the door up, sliding in and pulling it shut over me, the car purrs as I flip the ignition and give a final wave.  Navigating to the driveway as they step out of my way, out past the guard shack, the wrought iron gates closing behind me, it’s off the motel to pick up the redhead.

       Gliding through the gears, smooth, responsive as the car corners the rural highway like it’s on a rail; I feel the stiffness in my crotch as the trees flash past.  My mind on the redhead, yet even more on the car, damn, I can’t help wondering which is more exhilarating.  Nearly twenty minutes of bliss, mixed with an equal amount of anticipation, I maneuver to in front of the motel, its lobby.  Checking my watch, glancing toward the double glass doors, I realize she doesn’t recognize me, or the car as I can make her out standing by the end of the desk, chatting with a bell clerk on the other side as she occasionally glances out.

       A tap of the horn, flipping both doors up, I step out, take in the look on her face, the obvious surprise apparent as I step to the curb beside it.  A brief word with her new found friend behind the counter, she steps out the door, slows as she again glances the car over.

“Wha…”

Acting like I don’t understand, glancing around the lot, down at myself, I shrug, answer in return.  “What?... What?”

“Just what is that… That thing that looks like it’s about to fly?”

Her voice a higher pitch, her nipples appearing to harden under her form fitting silk blouse, and damn, what a fucking body in that short skirt, I glance back at the gullwing, its doors arching up and outward.  Giving a shrug, I answer.  “Oh… That… That’s just my car, why?”

“Beau… Ti… Ful!”  She coos, steps past me, slides her fingertips across the edge of the opened passenger door.  “Gorgeous!... And red interior even … My favorite color… Really gorgeous!”

“Hop in.”  I shrug again; help her twist, stoop, slip into the passenger seat before shutting the door over her.  Around the front of the car, sliding in myself, slipping the gullwing down and shut, I can’t help glancing toward her bare thigh, her skirt riding provocatively up the side of her hip as I slide my fingers across the shift knob, my knuckles bumping against her bare flesh.

“Tight fit?”  She smiles while glancing around.

What, the car or you, I can’t help wondering to myself as I return her mischievous grin, slide the Mercedes into low gear, releasing the clutch as the back of my hand glides across her smooth as silk thigh in a single slow motion.

“Oh well… I like tight fits, don’t you?”  Back to back innuendos, her hand gliding across mine on the shifter, her fingers squeezing momentarily before slipping down across my thigh.  “A little warm in here though, isn’t it?”  She again smiles, squeezes my thigh a second time as she unbuttons the top couple buttons on her blouse with her other hand.  “Don’t mind if I get more comfortable, do you?”

Glancing toward her, into her piercing blue eyes encircled by her carefully applied makeup, not to heavy, just enough to highlight her fair skin tone surrounded by her tightly drawn back auburn tinted red hair, her red lips not to red but matching the fingernail polish on her more then perfectly manicured fingernails, the same nails I feel a couple of pressing into my jeans, another pair of my favorites, the 501’s.

“Damn!... No wonder these jeans seem so tight on your crotch.”  She blurts, the smug smile again appearing on her face as I feel her fingers teasingly squeeze.  “I had a hard time taking my eyes off ‘em while I was filming the bitch’s workouts.”  Her hand gripping a little tighter as I continue shifting through the gears, she hesitates, lets up as her fingertips barely trace around the obviously swelling crown of my shaft beneath the taut material.  “Hope you don’t mind… I… I just wanted to feel it…  Oh my god, yea… I couldn’t help thinking about this thing during the filming.”  She continues in an almost casual tone as she flicks her index finger against the blue denim stretching across my stiff cock, lets her other hand slip inside her silk blouse, press across her arching breasts.  “Couldn’t help from keeping my nipples from staying hard… But then you already knew that, after all, you were having a hard time taking your eyes off these, too… Now weren’t you?”

Teasingly cupping her right breast, letting the puckering nipple, areola barely poke out above her black bra, she gives a little smile, firmly squeezes her titflesh, puffs the pinkish nipple out above her fingertips.  “I’m bi, you know… Those naked women being tortured really turned me on… Just wanted to get that out of the way.”  Stroking her fingers back and forth across my shaft, slipping her breast back inside her spreading blouse but still overflowing her bra, she leans over, flicks her tongue across my neck as both her hands rest across my crotch, a set of fingers working my fly.  “But then again, as much as those bare titties were turning me on with the way you were working them over, the only thing lacking for me was seeing your cock, too…. Seeing, touching this monster…….. Can I taste it?”

In third gear, my cock being stroked, no way I can deny that request as she begins to lick and suck, her luscious lips and flicking tongue wrapping around my swelling shaft.  Gripping the wheel with both hands as the side of her face presses between the steering wheel and my flattening stomach, glancing down, watching her head bobbing, her breast swaying free between her bra and blouse as she leans between the seats, I drop a hand across the shifter, slam the transmission into forth gear, step on the throttle as the tires chirp across the blacktop pavement. 

Chapter Three

       The increasingly shrinking leather mask fits her like a moist glove from the neck up, I think to myself as I let my fingers trace across nearly every contour of her face pronounced beneath the taut black leather.  The glistening material stretching across her chin, cheeks, nostrils with the slits for the eyes and ears zippered shut and flat, I let the tip of my finger flitter across her pressured lips puffing outward from the double sewn rim of the mouth orifice, then trace slowly across the expanding and contracting perforations beneath the taut leather across her compressed nose with each agonizing breath that’s so obvious.

       Her bowing body’s tautly contorted, naked and suspended with her arms and legs stretching outward from her sides almost impossibly to the extreme; her legs flexing more then horizontal to the floor.  Arms excruciatingly crisscrossed behind her back, forced virtually level to her thighs and calves with her wrists bound to her ankles on either side, she’s anchored to metal eyelets in posts with leather straps.  Chest bowed out, her torso curving into a thrusting arch; her substantial breasts jaunt firmly outward, practically in opposite directions.

Virtually every muscle, tendon defined, flexing beneath her glistening bare flesh as her stomach hollows, her abs rippling with each rasping breath above her obscenely spread slit, I continue preparing her, saturating her naked body and the extending leather bindings with splashes of ice cold water while I listen to her muffled reactions, watch as the straps continue to shrink over the course of time, of which I have plenty.

Her rasping groans with each splash, especially across her thrust out bare breasts and shriveling nipples, it’s obvious she’s still conscious and alert to the acute pain.  Occasionally twanging the tethered straps; I feel her stretching body’s reflexive responses as her extremities virtually vibrate along with the creaking leather.  Monitoring her joints, especially her shoulders, thighs, actually able to sense the strain as she’s being ever so slowly but surely drawn and on the verge of serious dislocations, I’m satisfied that she’s now ready for the real abuse to begin.

Again, having all day and more, glancing over her almost milky flesh, unmarred, blemish free, her perfect, if even at the moment distorted curves, I think I’ll keep it simple between fucking her gapping orifices whenever I get the urge in between abusing her.  After all, her body’s way to nice to mutilate, even seriously scar, maybe just some irritating yet really painful treatments’ the way to go, at least for now.

My open satchel on the tray to the side of the stool, I sit facing her, myself naked, my cock hard as the swollen crown flicks across, between her spread labium each time I arch forward.  Her neatly trimmed pubic hair, what there is of it, a silky auburn shade, she’s a true redhead.  Smiling to myself, I again glance over her naked body, listen to the faint groans, inaudible mumblings occasionally escaping between her puckered lips.  Her breasts eye level, both nipples jiggling, jaunting toward her shoulders as traces of water continue to drip from the thick, yet pointed tips, I reach up, slip a finger and thumb across each nub.  The firm pinkish areolas hard and cold, protruding erotically in their own little mounds from her globular breasts, I can sense the rhythm of her heartbeat pulsing beneath my fingertips.

A gentle tweak, a pair of half circled twists in opposite directions to the warming titflesh, it’s obvious she’s unable to respond except for reflexive spasms, the taut bindings barely flexing even as the weight of her responding body attempts to twist at them.  Slowly slipping my fingers down across her sides, her ribcage, my nail tips barely teasing her rippling abs, I cup her thighs with my palms, press firmly downward till her spread slit engulfs just below the head of my cock.  Drawing my hands back, letting my fingertips slip away, more muffled grunts escapes her swollen lips as her body jerks upwards, barely bounces, jiggles to a stop around my partially enclosed shaft.

Tilting back, my cock ‘plopping’ free, the sensation of her tight, moist cunt dragging across my swollen crown’s titillating as the glistening head flicks against her inner thigh a couple times.   Leaning further back as I focus in on a couple wisps of her pubic hair circling the outer edges of her clit, pinching at a single strand to either side, I slowly drag ‘em downward, watch the puffy labia lips stretching along with the wispy hairs  as her clit twitches just above her dark gapping slit.  A constant slow tug, her sensitive flesh distorting, her whimpers are becoming more obvious from the confining mask, louder, more pronounced as her stretching extremities quiver.

Tugging outward along the bottoms of her thighs, seeing her toes tightly curling, her fingers flexing into clenching fists as my knuckles drag beneath her legs, her vagina spreading, gapping, the singular hair in my left hand plucks free just a brief moment before the other strand jerks from her recoiling flesh.

“Oooooommmmmppphhh!”

There it is, not just a groan, a mumble, but a shrill response.  Glancing toward my fingertips, the pair of curly hairs between the nails, I glance toward her mask, reach up and slipping my fingers across the mask’s slit, stuff the pubes between her recoiling lips.  Slipping my hands on across the sides of the mask, cupping where her ears should be, I can just imagine those blue eyes behind the closed flaps.  Her compressed lips quivering, just the tip of her tongue appearing to attempt to push the hairs outward, one curling across her bottom lip, her muffled coughs are obvious as her stomach muscles flex with each forced grunt.

Reaching across, probing her lips, pressing my index finger inward, forcing the curled hair back in, I slide my hands back across her chest, cup her bare breasts, tweak the nipples a little harsher.  Another grunt from the mask, another even rougher tweak of both nipples and she gets the message, the pubes stay in her mouth.  Seeing her reaction to her own hair, glancing down, tweaking a couple of my own, the whole thing seems silly, but what the hell, stuffing ‘em between her lips, clamping her thick nipples between my fingernails and pinching, she noticeably gags, her naked body lurching, but the pubes stay put.

No urgency, no particular time frame, just winging it, I slide the stool a little closer, arch my hips, thrust my cock a few inches deep inside her cunt with a single harsh movement.  Feeling her tightness again, the moist warmth of her stretching vagina, I grip her thighs, tug downward, release my hands momentarily before tugging down a little further.  Feeling the same sensation even deeper inside her each time her body springs up and down a few inches, the warmth of her vaginal walls encasing most of my cock, stretching my foreskin back and forth, her body flexes in the leather restraints, up and down, in and out until she’s being completely impaled with each thrust.  Listening to her moans, watching her breasts swaying, nipples jiggling, sliding my hands upwards to grip both mounds, tweaking the nipples, then cupping, tugging, the harsh up and down motion continues at an escalating pace as I pump my arms; squeeze my fingers into tight fists across her stretching titflesh.

Her grunts, groans becoming louder as she rasps for breathe, her legs and arms taut flesh glistening above the definitive outlines of her stretching tendons and flexing muscles as they’re forced to contort even more, the black mask jerks, barely twists as it continues to compress across her neck and face.  Lips’ puckering out, a light foam bubbling from the stitched slit, my throbbing cock repeatedly impales her, slides out, pounds in again, over and over, presses against her womb as I rhythmically force her thighs downward by her contorting breasts.

The pit of my stomach churning, the rush deep inside more then familiar, I slip back, withdraw.  My glistening cock oozing, twitching, slapping back and forth randomly across her thighs, I release my grip on her discoloring breasts, slide the stool further away.  Her damp body glistening, her perspiration beads across her bare flesh, mixes with the remnants of the splashed water, drips to the floor into the already small puddles beneath her stretched body.

Standing, strolling casually around her, I think back to just yesterday when those puffy lips were sucking on my cock in the Mercedes just before she tried to con me, to make me a deal she thought I couldn’t refuse.  Gripping my twitching shaft in my right hand, smacking it harshly downward across her left breast, smacking it back and forth across the thick nipple as I watch her breast twitch, jiggle, spring back into a firm symmetrical mound, I step toward her other side, cup her right breast, flick my cock downward, upward, downward across her flexing nipple as the faint grunts spew from her foaming lips.

Stepping directly in front of her, cupping the outer curves of her rounded mounds, openhanded, a solid smack across her left breast followed by a similar flick across her right, I alternate, smack the globular mounds back and forth a couple more frisky times as she squeals with each rasping breath.  Her breasts reddening with imprints of my fingers, clenching my fists, a couple firm roundhouses across her left melon, alternating with a couple across her right, I crotch, balance myself as I begin to use her tits for punching bags.

‘’Thwack… Thwack…………… Thwack…Thwack………… Thwack… Thwack……… Thwack… Thwack!’

The sounds of fists sinking into soft flesh resonating above her squeals, her glistening breasts bouncing, stretching back and forth, one against the other as I twist, reposition myself, a firm open handed smack upwards between her spread thighs brings another yelp as her clit flattens between her moist cuntlips as I give her breasts another, even harsher series of roundhouses.

‘Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack!’

Back and forth, my fists sinking into her elongating titflesh with each calculated jab, another solid flick of my open palm flattens her clit, draws a spurt of urine from between her spread thighs.

“Ooooooooommmmppppphhhhh!”

Her muffled screech sputtering from the mask, the constantly jerking motions of her taut body stretching at her bindings, her naked body begins to jiggle, slightly sway in front of me.  Gripping her thighs, ramming my cock one harsh thrust deep inside her spread slit, I feel the spasms deep in my groin, the throbbing of my cock as I unload, spurting my cum inside her, one pulsing spurt after another as my chest presses across her sternum, between her taut, crimson shaded mounds.  Her naked body reflexively jerking, her grunts rasping, forced, I withdraw; step back as the stringing bodily fluids drip from between her thighs, mixes in the puddles beneath her.

A clean towel, wiping myself, glancing at her bruised body naked and stretched out in front of me, I wonder if she realizes I didn’t need any of her deals, I always take what I want anyway.  Now with three women in my warehouse’s cellar, it’s getting a little crowded, especially with her roommate slated to show up first thing tomorrow morning, thinking she’s taking the boss’s dough and skipping out with Red.  Wonder how she’s going to feel joining the trio. Wonder how she’s going to react seeing the redhead like this.  Wonder how she’s going to take getting similar treatment herself.

Oh well, the redhead fucked up.  Making me an offer to cut me in on cheating the boss after blowing me on the way here in the car, thinking I’d jump on a head job and few grand of his money so she could skip out on him with the twins and the dough.  Really fucked up telling me her ‘significant other’ was in on the plot too, and how good looking she is.  Wonder if she’s also ‘bi’, or just a dyke.  Don’t matter, she still has a cunt.  Works for me.  Anyway, the boss gets his money, he’s appreciative of my honesty, let’s me figure out what to do with the four cunts.  Hell, we’re both happy, and just for Red thinking I’m so easy, trying to play me for a stooge, a good harsh workout’s in store for her later tonight after I take a cruise in my Gullwing, without getting a blowjob, that’ll come later.

End Part Two