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A Taxi Drivers Tale - 1
by Speeding Hornet (speedinghornet@gmail.com)
***
First in a series, when a Taxi Driver is involved in a
minor road accident the events which follow spiral out
of control for the other driver. Feel free to comment
via email. (MF, nc, rp, oral, anal, bd)
***
It's amazing how some opportunities present themselves
when you are least expecting them.
Sitting at the traffic lights I felt the impact as the
car hit my Taxi from behind, it can't have been
travelling fast because I barely rolled forward. The
sound of the crash always appears worse than reality
but as I slipped off my seat belt and opened the
driver's door I was still expecting the worst.
Just about ready to launch into a foul mouthed tirade I
looked up and noticed the other driver by the orange
glow of the street lamps. Late teens, early twenties,
jet black hair to the shoulders. She was of slim build
but with ample sized breasts, her long legs had her at
a height of around 5'10."
It was what she wore I noticed more as I scanned the
very minimal impact of the accident to the front of her
C Class Mercedes; I was guessing she wasn't the owner.
Long legs were accentuated by High Heeled Black knee
length leather boots, fish net tights or stockings, and
a short pleated red, black and white tartan mini skirt.
Her toned midriff and cleavage slightly exposed by a
tight fitting black top that was covered by a short
style black denim jacket, she also wore some kind of
fish net gloves over her hands.
Her face was heavily made up with bright red lipstick
and dark eye makeup, whilst visually impressive she
seemed ill at ease at not accustomed to this fashion,
something was too unworn and new about her look.
As I knelt down and surveyed the crack to the rear
bumper of my car and the broken light on the driver
side rear she spoke and her voice almost seemed to
betray her at once, her accent slightly too upper-class
for her vampish appearance.
"Oh my God" She said, hand to her mouth in shock "I
didn't see you...I mean I couldn't stop. I, I, and I
just ...what can I do?"
"Calm down" I replied as I opened the car boot and took
out a torch. "Let's assess the damage before we decide
what to do."
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Jenny."
"Where you from Jenny?"
"Grove Court Lane."
I knew the area, affluent city workers houses, large 5
to 6 bedrooms with a double garage and most likely a
pool on a leafy avenue, looking at the damage I guessed
it wouldn't be too much money to put right. Insurance
would cover this
"My Mum's Car, what have I done...what have I done, Oh
my God I'm going to be late as well."
I stepped toward her putting a hand on her shoulder she
was shaking, "Listen the damage doesn't appear to bad.
Couple of hundred pounds on the insurance and a paint
job for your car, they make them sturdy and you didn't
hit me too hard"
"Insurance," Jenny bleated. "It's not my car my
Mum's... it's my Mums car. I haven't even got a
license." Tears welled in her eyes.
Shit, no insurance no license this was gonna get
difficult, the look on my face must have said it all.
Jenny looked up at me from the heavily made up eyes and
put on what I presume was her best innocent or knowing
these rich suburban girls her Daddy can I have some
money expression.
"I can get you money... Please anything, name a
price... we can go to a cash point."
I was right but it was then that I caught her breath in
my nostrils, the unmistakeable smell of vodka on her
breath I stared deep into her and pushed forward my
face close to hers, she stepped away towards her car.
"Have you been drinking?"
"NO!" She retorted immediately edging closer to her
open car door, it wasn't late around 9:30 but there was
little other traffic around. I pulled her aside; she
stumbled in her heeled boots. Leaning in through the
driver's door of her mother's Mercedes I spot on the
passenger seat a half empty bottle of Smirnoff Vodka.
Grabbing it I hold it to her face, she looks worried
from below her straight dark fringe, "Then what's
this?" I demanded.
"I...I don't know...it... it must have fallen out of
the shopping earlier."
"And got your Lip Stick around the neck of the bottle?"
I again thrust the bottle at her "Your in the shit
love, drunk driving, no license, no insurance...give me
one good reason not to call the police right here,
right now." I had a good reason but needed her to play
into my hands.
Now extremely emotional a tear ran down her cheek
"Please, please don't...please don't call the Police.
Like I said I can get you money...let me call my Dad"
she fished a mobile from her jacket pocket. "I can get
you money, anything"
I snatched the mobile. "You're not calling anyone, you
stupid fucking... do you know how much shit you are
in." My blood was boiling this little rich girl
honestly thought she could buy her way out of trouble.
"That car is my livelihood, my income." I over
exaggerated. "Now it's trashed by some drunk little
rich bitch dressed like trash on a night out... money
is not the question here. Your lot, the spoilt brat
pack think money solves everything."
"What...what...what can I do?" She mumbled her voice
breaking after my verbal attack. Still she stood there
though hands on hips in a confrontational stance,
staring at her and her impressive frame I scanned my
eyes from her boots upwards pausing to take in her
breasts heaving as she breathed heavy. I then found
myself staring into her pale eyes, mascara beginning to
show signs of running "I'm in trouble what do you want
me to do?" she pleaded.
I knew exactly what I wanted her to do, would she do
it. My pulse raced I leaned in closer, could I make her
submit, make her do what others had come close to doing
since that unforgettable night nearly 12 months ago. I
was stood right up to her now and I lowered my head to
her shoulder and whispered in her ear issuing my
instructions.
"You can get in your car, drive around the corner where
there's a Car Park. You park up. I'll follow you. Then
you get in the back seat of my car and we'll discuss
the rest on route."
I raised a finger to her mouth smudging her heavy
lipstick slightly, I lifted the mobile and dialled two
9's "If you don't there's an easy answer. If you do
...and I think you should, then I think you know what's
occurring here and you agree to my suggestion."
She attempted to speak but perhaps in fear, perhaps in
amazement at what she was being asked she floundered
and for the first time in the last 5 minutes words
escaped her.
"By the way I have your number plate and your Mobile,
You think about pulling any stunts and I'll call in a
Hit and Run... that'll only add to your charge
sheet...bring the Vodka if you want" I slung the bottle
in through the open drivers door onto the seat.
Calmly I turned climbed into my car and closed the door
on her. She stood there for several minutes shaking her
head as I watched in the driver's side door mirror.
Eventually she climbed into her Mother's Car started
the engine and gently pulled away from the curb, the
drink was hardly impairing her. I kicked over my engine
and followed as she set off from the traffic lights.
The Car Park was signposted in 200yrds. Would she pull
in? Would she flee? Her left side indicator flashed on
and she turned left into the abandoned Car Park.
As her mother's Mercedes pulled into an abandoned space
I pulled up some distance behind her and put my lights
on full beam to illuminate the whole area, she could
still make a run for it, although with the heel those
knee boots probably not that fast.
I rung option 5 on my speed dial, the call was answered
in 2 rings. That's Customer Service.
"High View, what you need" Came a voice over the line.
"I need a special," I replied "Got a little number with
me."
"Well, were busy can't promise the Penthouse"
"This bitch could do with slumming it anyway, make sure
the welcome basket is in the room I'll be there in 15."
"Okey Dokey...usual commission."
"As ever," I replied, ending the conversation.
I looked up just as Jenny opened the driver's door and
stepped out. As her first long leg extended into the
car park I could see that in an enhancement to her
stunning knee boots those fish nets were stockings
after all. I gripped the steering wheel as she
approached. Clutching the bottle of Vodka her head was
down to avoid the bright lights and eye contact she had
a natural sway that appeared emphasised in killer
boots. As she passed my door I could hear the click
clack of her heels on the concrete ground.
The back passenger door opened and she slid in to the
seat over my left hand shoulder, crossing her legs to
reveal another glimpse of stocking top. I set the doors
and windows to auto lock trapping her effectively for
the time being. A Perspex shield preventing her from
getting to me as it had so many drunks on a Friday
night before.
Exiting the Car Park we drove in silence for several
miles, looking to all intents like a taxi with a fare.
Glancing back I could see the concern on her face as we
passed out of town Take Aways and Pubs before leaving
the Town Centre and heading towards the suburbs, this
was a rougher out of town district than the one she was
accustomed to.
I clicked on the intercom and switched on the light in
the cab.
"Where were you going tonight Jenny?"
She turned her head away, pulling her unnaturally
straight black hair as best she could across her face
and staring out the window.
"You ignoring me?"
"Jenny...Jeneeeee!"
"Where are you fucking taking me and what fucking for?"
she spat back viciously
"Now listen Jenny, you got yourself in this. I'm
offering you a way out, you can take it or you can
suffer the consequences if I turn you in, I'd say
you're looking a pretty big fine, a ban from driving
and potentially a 2-3 year prison stretch for what
you've done... paying wasn't an option... not with
money... all I was trying to do there was find out more
about you?"
She turned to face him "What if I don't
cooperate...what if I don't bow down to your sick
depravity..."
"SICK, DEPRAVITY!! Jenny all I'm offering you is an
opportunity to pay back the wrongs you've done. Sex
that's all, Straight Sex...you asked what you could do.
In an hour's time I'll drive you home and for the sake
of a quick screw you can get on with the rest of your
life... Submit yourself and I'll have what I want
you'll have what you want to get on with rest of your
life."
Contemplating what I had just put to her she turned to
face back out the window, several minutes of silence
passed, I wondered if she expected me to pull the car
into a dark back road at any time and look to fulfill
my desire of her over the back seat of the cab, I had
other plans.
"The Snake Lounge," she said breaking the atmosphere
"The Snake Lounge is where I was heading tonight"
I knew the venue, tended to avoid it too many heavy
drinkers and far too much trouble for the price of a
Taxi Fare for me to bother with. It explained her
outfit at least; the outfit was par for the course.
"Doesn't seem your scene," I said.
"My Friend...My Boyfriend was playing with a band
there, they're called Lifetime. He'd got the Gig last
minute, rung me and said to get down there..." she
toyed wistfully with the short Tartan Skirt ."..Thought
I'd surprise him"
As she said this reaching up she pulled at her Hair,
and removed a jet black wig, beneath she had short
blonde hair in a short bobbed style cut close to and
accentuating her long neck, the makeup seemed even more
unnatural, stark against her pale skin and fair hair.
"You're full of surprises," I said.
As I rounded a corner my destination lay at the end of
the street, The High View Bed and Breakfast the large
faded sign on the drive read. I pulled the car into the
drive and switched off the engine.
"Ready?" I said looking back over my shoulder at her,
"I'll be gentle."
"You fucking better be," I heard her mutter as I
climbed out.
Walking around the Car to her door I unlocked it. She
stepped out next to me. Grabbing her left arm I pulled
her close and begun walking towards the entrance; she
still carried the Vodka bottle in her right hand. I
took the bottle and slipped it into my jacket pocket.
The reception of the High View was no better than the
exterior promised, damp smelling and with the lingering
odour of stewed food I saw the repulsion on her face.
Still she walked with me as we approached the front
desk. The desk manned by a short dirty looking man,
overweight and with heavy stubble across his grimy
face, amusingly he wore a name badge 'FRANK'. His eyes
were all over her.
"Not a word," I whispered to her pulling her closer by
the arm.
"I rung for a reservation earlier Frank," I kept
contact brief and slipped a roll of notes to him.
"So you did, only one room left afraid... Room 5 end of
the hall way First Floor." He handed a key with a large
wooden key fob embossed with the number 5.
Turning on the spot I pulled her with me towards the
stair case behind us, half way up the first flight of
steps Frank no doubt having had an eyeful of boots,
stockings and the cusp of Jenny's arse called out ;
"She isn't a Whore is she, a Hooker, a Prostitute... my
manager doesn't approve you see."
I felt her tense and digging my fingers into her arm
squeezed it tightly, she wanted to protest, and she'd
been insulted, her mouth dropped open as she froze on
the spot.
"No," I quickly interjected. "Nothing like that."
Frank chuckled as he turned his back on us
Continuing up stairs at the end of the corridor I
turned the key in the door, there were 2 other rooms on
this floor behind 1 door came the giveaway sound of a
bed creaking, low muffled moans further confirmation of
the illicit nature of what the rooms occupants were up
to. I turned to look at her; tears welled in her eyes
for the first time since the accident. She snivelled
and wiped at her eyes and nose with her fishnet gloved
hands
"I am though aren't I," she whimpered.
"You are what?"
"A Whore selling my body for a price, look at me, and
what I am going to do"
She had accepted what I had proposed, for the first
time I was certain. It was never usually this easy it
has to be said. That's why perhaps as I stepped into I
the room, looking back at her from the door way I
presented her with an opportunity that I have never
before given.
"Decision is yours, turn and walk or do what I want."
She never said a word as she entered the room, crossing
the threshold.
I flicked the universal light switch on all the lights,
lighting the main light, 2 side lights and a lamp.
Room 5 was sparsely decorated; dark green walls a dirty
blue carpet. There was a Wardrobe, a Dressing table on
which sat the lamp, this had a bench seat. On the far
wall from the door and wardrobe was a large double bed
covered with a burgundy blanket. A single wooden chair
stood where a bedside table would have been better
placed. The Curtains, which surprisingly matched the
bed, were closed over what appeared to be a floor to
ceiling window to the left of the bed. Mirrors hung on
2 walls and on the wardrobe. A dated picture of a Horse
hung over the bed. On the bed was a zipped sports
holdall.
Wiping her tears away further Jenny passed me and stood
at the edge of the bed taking in the dirty damp room,
almost as if imagining what would happen and where. I
made to lock the door and fix the security chain across
it.
I hung my jacket on the Coat hook on the back of the
door. Retrieving the Vodka bottle I held it out for
her. "Drink."
She snatched the bottle removed the cap and swigged
heavily. I snatched the bottle back.
"Steady on" I said "I need you conscious at least."
She looked at me and I stared at her by the light of
the room for the first time able to fully take her in,
and knowing what I was about to do to her.
"Take off your jacket" I demanded rather than asked,
"Let me see you."
Defiance ran across her face at my tone. "NOW!" I
barked.
Tentatively she slipped the black denim jacket off her
shoulders without further protest. Under the Jacket she
was black vest top that did not reach the top of her
skirt and exposed her naval. She dropped the jacket
onto the bed. The vest did not cover a red bra
underneath it, its straps holding up tits that were
well rounded, the fish net gloves she wore extended to
her elbows.
Taking her in fully for the first time I could see that
while well highlighted by the posture her boots
provided her legs were shapely and almost athletic...
under any other circumstances I would love to have them
wrap around my waist. That I didn't think that was
going to be an option tonight. She could see me staring
and as I felt my cock stiffen beneath my jeans, now so
close to what I had really wanted the moment I set eyes
on her as she'd stood trembling in front of that Merc
only an hour or so ago. The intent on my face must have
been obvious.
"Please" She whispered turning to look at the bed
."..do what you want, I want get this over with."
"Absolutely," I said pulling her into me, my now
bulging crotch pressed against her. I felt her shake
with fear and perhaps repulsion. "Tell me that given
your options you want this."
"Tell you..."
"Yes" I said taking her hand and leading her to the
side of the bed her back to the window, the heels of
her boots echoed throughout the room.
"I ...I ...I can't."
She looked away as I unzipped my fly, reached down and
pulling my boxer shorts down at the waist band and
exposed my penis. I sat on the bed her stood now over
me. I looked up "Say it 3 simple words."
"I ... I... can... I want this," she whispered hardly
audible.
"Again," I mouthed as she looked down at me.
"I want this," she was choked, it was gratifying and I
needed to hear her soft, upper-class tones utter this
pushing the subject making her submit I asked silently
a third time.
"I want this," she stated, I watched her as she bit her
lip and looked almost coyly at me not wanting to have
to ask again but wanting, sensing now that to comply
would be the quickest way to end what was about to
happen.
"You'd better get on your knees then," I demanded of
her. She knelt on the stained dirty blue carpet one
knee at a time, arms limply to her side having used the
bed on which I sat to support her as she lowered her
head level with my now erect waiting penis. She knelt
back on her booted legs the skirt rising around her
waist slightly; the tops of her stockings fully
exposed, red detail matched the rest of her slut like
outfit. Taking her hands I placed them on my knees
"I think you know what to do next," I grinned at her.
With minimal delay but an almost inevitable look of
resignation she slid her gloved hands down the tops of
my legs and took my girth in both of her hands. Slowly
she lowered her head towards my crotch I would have
preferred eye contact but that was soon forgotten as
her lips pursed and timidly almost gently she ran her
mouth over the tip of my enlarged penis. Her hands ran
parallel to me and her arms stretched out across the
bed sheet behind me as she lowered her head further and
further down taking in as much as she possibly could.
My cock fully penetrating her young mouth her head in
my lap.
At first it appeared that she had forgotten what to do,
as she momentarily rested her head, the thought ran
through my mind she had never sucked cock. Then her
tongue sprung into life and she began working my
manhood sucking hard and bobbing up and down. After
several minutes constant tongue action she began to
quicken her stride and suck harder, Jenny apparently
knew what she was doing. I slapped the palm of my hand
down onto the back of her neck and grabbed at her short
hair style pulling her head back she made eye contact
for the first time, she sucked hard again, the
sensation and the look on her face with my cock sunk
into that delightful little mouth was almost enough to
have me cum there and then.
"Easy," I said. "I said, I'll control if you don't
mind."
I placed the palm of my hand on the back of her neck
and began guiding and controlling her action, at first
there was resistance but as I applied more pressure she
subsided. Her short hair style resulted in some lack of
control, unlike one of more recent conquests who had
worn her hair in a pony tail, which resulted in the
ultimate control.
After 5 minutes or so I could feel by balls tighten as
I approached climax. Jenny's silence had resulted in
prolonging my ejaculation but her compliance and style
made amends I thought. I began to speed up my control
over her bobbing head and she complied by sucking and
tonguing harder at my shaft. My guess was that Jenny
believed if I blew my load now she could expect a
speedy conclusion to the situation in which she found
herself.
I pulled her head back by what hair I could grab and
she gasped, sensing what would happen next. I stood and
began wanking my erect cock, slightly red at the base
from Jenny's bright red lipstick.
"Open wide; I wanna see you swallow this."
"No please god no," she begged. "Please don't make me
taste it."
I yanked her head back again, as she reached out and
pushed me away, fortunately I stood my ground and kept
my grip on her she flailed as I felt my juices ready to
explode managing to get her to face me I unloaded an
explosion of white oozing cum all over her neck that
splashed down between the top of her cleavage that was
exposed by the black vest top.
A small amount ran down the shaft of my cock which I
ran off onto my finger.
Jenny looked up at me with disgust, disgust at what she
had just done and what I had tried to do. It was not
nice to be refused. She made to wipe her neck and
breast.
"LEAVE IT!!" I hollered, and held out my fingers
running wet with my own juice.
"Leave it and taste this...you posh little bitch."
"No...no..." She protested.
By the neck line of her vest I grabbed her and pulled
her to her feet, the cum on her tits liquefying and
seeping down the front of her vest and bra, she stared
at me defiantly. I ran my still wet fingers across her
firmly closed lips.
"Taste that or its not gonna go well for you from here
on."
Jenny meekly ran her tongue over her lips, looking
disgusted as she did so.
"Vodka," I said picking the bottle from the bed.
Jenny refused to drink further. Standing there
consciously pulling her skirt straight and then idly
tugging at the hem of her vest top attempting to cover
her perfectly toned stomach.
"I knew you couldn't be relied on" I said as much to
myself as to her as I walked around her and picked up
the holdall from the bed. Thumbing the zipper I glanced
up at her, again the now familiar hands on hips defiant
stance.
"Should I be apologizing," she said argumentatively.
"You should think carefully how you behave" I stated,
staring into her pale blue eyes. Unzipping the holdall
I reached in and took out a pair of steel handcuffs, I
threw them at her "Now put these on."
"Wh...What... no, you must be joking "Her composure
waivered and she nervously laughed almost not believing
the request. "This is over... I'm leaving right now,
you can't do this to me, I sucked your cock, I tasted
you're cum... that's pay back, now let me go...I won't
say a thing, I ...I promise."
She continued pleading, "Let me go."
"No chance," I said. "I've only just begun with you,
this is just the start... cuff yourself." From the
sleeve of my jacket I slipped a 5 inch knife keeping my
arm at my side hand turned inwards the blade protruded
in the palm of my hand "Do it now."
"No...No oh my god, please...please don't," a tear
rolled down her face as she held the cuffs in front of
her "I can't, I can't do this" Yet even as she
protested subconsciously or through fear I saw her slip
the clasp of the cuff over the fish net glove on her
right wrist and fastened it tightly. As she awkwardly
placed her free left hand into the cuffs she looked up
at me. "Why are you doing this?"
"You had your chance and didn't take it rich bitch" I
watched as she pulled the cuffs tight, her hands now
restrained in front of her. I discreetly stowed the
knife back into the cuff of my jacket.
I walked towards her as she faced me standing in front
of the burgundy floor to ceiling curtains her cuffed
hands held across her waist. Reaching to her left I
pulled at the cord that opened the curtains she looked
back to see that rather than a window behind the
curtains there was only a further wall. I only guess in
surprise she audibly gasped. She couldn't failed to
have noticed that affixed to the wall were a number
restraints and harnesses.
Before she could act and was still dazed by the impact
I grabbed her around the waist and slammed her back
against the wall winding her , to my benefit,
temporarily at least immobilising her. Acting quickly I
pulled her cuffed wrists high above her head and at
arm's length hooked the cuffs onto one of a row of
hooks that were bolted an inch or so apart in a
vertical row near the top of the wall. Looking down I
could see that even at full stretch her booted feet,
although only just, remained on the floor.
Reaching her waist and midriff I pulled the first
restraint around her, effectively a corset held
securely to the wall that strapped around her body
pining her further to the wall. She began to struggle
now as air filled her lungs; her body and her arms
though were stretched tight and held firm to the wall.
Dropping to my knees in front of her I positioned her
ankles at a spreader bar that was bolted at its centre
point to the lower part of the wall. Its restraint
mechanisms working in the same manner as hand cuffs
before Jenny could realise what was happening I had the
clasps firmly fitted over the ankle of her left Boot
and then secured the right. Her fishnet covered legs
now spread-eagled and as firmly secured to the rest of
the wall as she was.
"Fuck no, what are you doing," she protested, despite
its well pronounced public educated accent I was tiring
of her voice "Let me down you cunt, let me go."
I stepped back once again able to view my prize,
somewhat amusingly framed by the lank curtains that
hung on the wall either side of her. Still dressed in
the way that I'd met her my spoilt little rich girl
looked to all purposes like the cheap worthless whore
on who I'd always expected to be the first stood now
helpless before me in these devices.
Returning to the bag I removed 2 more items,
approaching the now helpless Jenny she attempted
desperately to see what I next had in mind. "Please..."
She begged as reached my hands around her neck.
"Please...noo...please."
I fastened the wide posture collar around her elegant
long neck her short blonde hair just spilling over the
rear of the collar, symmetrically cut her hair fell
longer at the front I noticed for the first time, as
her head was now held firm to attention like the rest
of her body.
Her pale blue eyes outlined with heavy dark makeup
stared into me as she spat in my face. Resisting every
urge not to hit her hard across her face I lifted to
her eye level my final toy. Her eyes widened as she
recognised a ball gag.
"This makes sure you won't try that little trick again.
Look its red... matches your slut costume," I mocked.
Every muscle in her body attempted to break free from
where she was held to the wall in this run down hotel
room, as I threaded the straps of the gag through her
hair and around the back of her head. Every part of her
body thrashed at her restraints but her mouth remained
tightly shut refusing to betray her.
I positioned the ball against her lips, the once bright
red stark lipstick had now all but smeared away, mostly
over the girth of my cock I reminisced as I thought
back to what had been an expertly delivered blow job,
just a pity I wasn't going to find out if this little
slut fucked as expertly – not of her own will anyway.
Stood close and facing her with one hand over Jenny's
mouth, the ball of the gag positioned ready I stroked
down the side of her face over the neck collar over her
exposed cleavage, my cum now dried on her skin. As my
hand passed her left breast I caressed and squeezed the
ample rounded globe for the first time the bra held her
breast firm but at her young age I would guess that
that even removed of underwear both her breasts would
hold pert and firm – something I planned to discover in
time.
For now my hand ran further south over the corset
fixing her to the cold damp wall and over the waist
band of the loose tartan mini skirt. Running my hand
down her thigh as I came to the hem of the small
pleated skirt my hand slipped under it. Legs held apart
and at the same time held down by the spreader bar she
attempted to bring her knee up but was unable.
"Ssssscchttttuuuuuuppp!" She protested through her
still clamped tight mouth, as my thumb now toyed with
the outline of her satin underwear. Cupping my fingers
over the front of her briefs I pulled with force and
the flimsy item tore from her body
Snapping free its elastic dug into her thigh and arse
"Shiiit! Fuck noooooo!" were the last words she uttered
as I slammed the ball gag into her mouth which had
finally betrayed her. Dropping the now worthless scrap
of material that had covered her modesty to the floor I
secured the gag tightly around her head.
Through muffled cries and wide eyes Jenny continued to
attempt to plead with me.
Stood in front of her admiring her peril I watched as
her eyes darted left to right, there was still defiance
etched on her face her mouth distorted around the red
ball of the gag as she quietened. Occasionally she
would test her restraints pull downwards with her arms
attempt to bring her shoulders forward or move her legs
but all in vein. I removed my jacket and slung it over
the seat next to the bed. I saw her scan my powerful
frame. I wasn't heavily built but I looked after myself
flexing my arm muscles and puffing out my chest I
leered at her "Ready to play?"
Suddenly a foreign sound echoed through the room, a
mobile rung one of the real tone tunes, a fast paced
dance number, as it rung again I returned to my jacket,
taking Jenny's mobile I had forgotten about this. The
caller display on the pink coloured flip style phone
flashed "GREG."
I could see her looking "Who's Greg?" I asked.
"Mruuuughgghboyyyhfreettt" she tried to speak through
the ball gag.
"Lover boy," I mocked. "He wondering where his little
slut got to no doubt."
The phone continued to ring, again although knowingly
impossible Jenny wrestled in her restraints.
I flipped the phone open and hit the answer button.
"Hey babe where are you..."Came another upper-class
voice over the phone, ."..you missed our set we were
awesome."
"Awesome" I replied. I could see the look of
desperation in Jenny's eyes as I paced in front of her
the phone pressed to my ear
"Hey man, who the fuck are you?" Greg's I now realised
wannabe American Accent blurted out, "Where's Jenny?"
"You know Greg, Jenny's been with me tonight... told me
all about your rock band delusions how you never take
care of her," I goaded.
"Let me speak to her," Greg demanded.
"Jenny's a little tied up at the moment, can't come to
the phone... don't worry I'm about to take care of
her." As she stood tethered to the wall Jenny began to
scream through the gag and thrash as hard as she could
at her restraints.
"What's that noise?" a now increasingly frantic Greg
enquired.
"That's your Jenny about to experience the time of her
life," I mocked and immediately cancelled the call.
"Uuuuuuuuffuuufkinnncuuuunntttt!" Jenny screamed as I
made to power down the phone. Just as I was about to a
thought struck me. Stepping back I searched the phones
applications and switched on the camera setting.
Ensuring that I managed to get all of her in the photo
I captured an image of Jenny trussed and spread-eagled
against the wall , gagged in her knee boots, fish net
stockings, short skirt and skimpy top. I smiled as I
viewed it, attaching the photo to an SMS message; I
typed and talked out loud;
GREG THIS IS WHAT U R MISSING OUT ON. LUV JEN. X
Adding in a telephone number to the message I hit send.
Guessing what I had done Jenny began to frantically
protest once again; I powered down the phone and flung
it across the room.
"Where were we?" I said as I stepped back up to Jenny.
There was fear and resignation on her face now looking
up her fists remained clenched. Whatever it was I was
about to do, Jenny had realised she was merciless to
stop. "I think I've been flirting long enough."
I knelt in front of Jenny knowing due to the
limitations enforced by the neck collar she could no
longer see me. Placing my hands just above her ankle
restraints on the back of her calves I caressed her
booted legs, I've always had a thing for knee boots and
felt myself harden as I continued running my hands up
the rear of her legs past the knee and lingering on the
backs of her well toned thighs, her muscles tightening
as I progressed my hands over her.
The rough texture of her fishnet stockings felt good
against her firm legs and then the soft lace like top
served as a prelude to the first touch of skin as both
my hands ran around the front of her thighs and I
lifted tartan skirt with my thumbs. My eyes now level
with her exposed vagina, the nature of her leg
restraint parted the lips of her slightly, and her
mound was perfectly formed and was clean shaven. The
thought couldn't help cross my mind as to how many had
been here before me? Had Greg?
I leant forward and extended my tongue, sliding my
hands around on to her toned butt cheeks I clasped them
hard as I pressed my tongue against her, I felt her
stiffen in her restraints as I begun lapping at her
opening. She tasted divine. Moving hands swiftly around
to assist Jenny let out muffled whimpers as I parted
her lips further and rimmed the inside of her. I could
hear her wrist restraints pull hard at their clamp,
felt her legs and lower abdomen attempt to escape my
intrusion.
For several moments I knelt there tasting her clean
little cunt while she struggled above me. As I lapped
my tongue darted across her clit and occasionally I
felt her involuntary quiver as I lapped at this most
sensitive area. Withdrawing my tongue I continued to
manipulate her clit with my fingers slowly I rose until
I stood before her my right hand still fondling her.
Making eye contact she shook her head, her pale blue
eyes wide with fear I begun strumming rhythmically my
two fingers now in her, she shook her head no, muffled
whimpers still continued as she was held tight by her
restraints whilst I invaded her. Feeling her clit even
more pronounced as I continued to explore I entered a
3rd finger into her cupping and grasping at her. Her
moans and groans became more vocal although still
stifled as I pressed further and more frantically into
her with my fingers.
"I'm gonna make you come," I whispered into her ear as
I pressed myself against her. Shaking her head in
defiance, always in defiance she was I continued to
goad her body to betray her.
I was aching to enter her myself but knew there would
be plenty of opportunity. I pushed my fingers further
up her pressing my thumb externally on her mound which
begun to twitch and convulse at my abuse.
"NO! NO! NO!" She wailed as her the fingers on her
clamped hands tightened. Her legs pulled upwards on
their restraints. Her eyes glazed with tears now
started to roll backwards in her head as I continued my
persistent intrusion. I could feel her juices beginning
to flow as her cunt tightened further around my
fingers. What movement her restraints allowed had now
subsided but still her body convulsed. I could feel my
fingers cramp from the constant momentum but she was
close so I persisted.
Her round breasts held in place by her vest top heaved
as she struggled for breath, not assisted by the
existence of the ball gag. Still I groped and pushed
against her clit, now stood in close to her breathing
in the smell of her body my head nuzzled into her
shoulder I bit at her exposed skin.
"PLEASE STOP, PLEASE!!" Her head shook as she attempted
to crane her neck back against the collar she wore. Her
whole body tightened and she convulsed, again and
again. Pulling at her restraints it was as if her body
would explode. I pressed harder and faster, continuing
my momentum. Her eyes showed signs of fear, confusion
and if possible betrayal as they rolled in her head.
Sweat built on her forehead, and also beads of sweat
appeared running between the stains left from the
earlier dried cum on her chest, beads rolling between
those perfect breasts.
Breasts that rose and fall quicker and quicker with
every involuntary convulsion I was driving her brain to
make through the constant intrusion. And then as I took
my head from her shoulder I looked into those pale blue
eyes lost now in the back of her skull somewhere she
gave in, the tension in her body subsided and I felt a
warmth and wetness spill down my fingers and down the
tops of her legs.
I stepped back immediately, her whole chest still
heaving, fingers extended above bound wrists. Reaching
to her side I unclasped the fasteners on her tartan
skirt and pulled it from her, she barely noticed, I
wiped my hand in her skirt and cast it aside.
Sitting on the bed I looked up at her once more, juices
had run down her leg and at the inside leg the tops of
her stockings were visibly damp and moist.
She looked at me and I started laughing, "Bet you never
expected that did you, you rich little fucking slut" I
got up and approached her; naked at the waist she still
wore her boots and stockings as well as her vest top
and bra beneath. I reached around her neck and undid
the neck posture collar her head rolled forward I then
pulled at the fastening of the ball gag "I'll keep this
off if you keep fucking silent" I warned she nodded no
doubt as desperate to breathe freely as anything else.
I removed the ball gag, at once spit and drool that had
built up in her mouth spilled out on to the floor and
down her vest.
"Weren't expecting that were you?" I mocked. "Little
bit excited by your situation I'd say."
"You bastard," she sobbed as she caught her breath
"Why...Why are you doing this?"
"You have a short memory, your Mums car; drink driving,
accident, that ring any bells."
"That has nothing to do with what you're putting me
through."
"It has everything to do with it, might I remind you
that you came here of your own free will performed oral
sex on me and have just performed like a bitch in
heat... you wanted this and offered this to solve your
plight."
Still hung there she began to sob "It's not fair...what
can I do ...what can I do."
Getting up off the bed I approached her reached down
and removed the pin that held the Spreader Bar to the
wall then reaching up I unhooked her wrists, she looked
at me expectantly. Unbuckling the corset I stepped back
and on her tired legs she tried to move forgetting that
the Spreader Bar prevented her from walking. She
stumbled past and fell heavily onto her knees, I turned
and picked her up under the arms lifting and turning
her I lay her on her back on the bed. She hadn't spoken
since I released her.
Standing over her I reached up to the headboard of the
bed, there previously affixed were two wrist shackles I
moved them out from under the bed sheet. Leaning over
her I pulled her bound wrists towards the shackle above
her left shoulder. Without resistance I pulled the
shackle on locking it tight using the belt like clasp
then taking from my back jeans pocket I removed a small
universal key and undid the hand cuffs she wore, but on
her right wrist only. Leaning over her, still without
resistance I stretched her right arm out and bound that
to the corresponding shackle in a similar fashion.
She lay there panting and exhausted, fresh tears in her
eyes but she it dawned on me as I walked to the end of
the bed that despite my best efforts she had yet to
break down uncontrollably. I Reached out and grabbed
the Spreader Bar and pulled her stretched over the bed.
At the base of the bed I released a hook that hinged
and met the hole in the Spreader Bar that had
previously held it to the wall. Jenny's body was now
taught and spread-eagled over the double bed her pale
complexion off set by the deep burgundy sheet. Still in
her boots, stockings, and her vest top her exposed
vagina still moist from the climax I had betrayed her
into reaching.
Pulling off my T-Shirt and loosening the belt and fly
on my jeans she spoke. "This is it then... your final
insult... my pay back." She sounded almost relieved as
I slipped my boots and jeans off before climbing onto
the bed between her legs.
"You could have saved yourself so much hassle" I hissed
holding myself up on my arms over her. My cock pushed
at the restraint of my boxer shorts. Leaning over to
the bed side chair I pressed my body down on hers and
felt my cock rub against her moist warm entrance. She
shuddered and closed her eyes. I pulled the knife from
my jacket sleeve.
Positioning myself back over her I pulled forward the
shoulder strap of the vest top and roughly cut first
the left then the right strap with the knife before
dropping it on the bed at her side with my hands I
pulled harshly at the black vest and tore clean through
the middle exposing the red satin bra, only now did I
realise its design the same as her thong panties I'd
discarded callously earlier.
Not that it mattered I took the knife and cut at the
straps of the bra, taking the cups that obscured her
tits I pulled the bra down to reveal the contents that
I desired. The clasp of her bra gave under the force.
Jenny turned her head and watched as I flung her bra
over my shoulder. Her tits were well rounded pert and
had fantastic nipples and surrounding darker areola.
She snivelled and brokenly spoke "I paid £50 for that
underwear earlier."
Even now at a time like this, tied naked to a bed about
to be fucked the spoilt rich bitch could only think of
money I thought.
Angrily I pulled down my boxer shorts "Let me give you
something for free to compensate" I snarled.
Positioning my cock at the entrance of her cunt I
reached up and grabbed hold of both her sumptuous tits
with my hands. Shocked she inhaled deeply as I began to
pull on her nipples.
Taking in a deep breath she still did not protest as
much as I'd expected, but with her body exposed to me
my cock pressing against her I had no concern for that
running my hands behind her back I grasped her
shoulders for leverage as I prepared to enter her. Her
cunt still moist I felt my bell end begin to part her.
With a gasp if as finally realising what was happening
she went rigid against her restraints every part of her
fought to stop me, but as she was bound and helpless I
found added impetus in her struggle and pulling up
using her shoulders I began to impale her on me.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!" she screamed "PLEEEASE NOOOOO!!"
I reached up and grabbed the head board above her,
pushing my cock deeper and deeper into her. Her head
flung left to right, blonde hair flaying from side to
side as she protested. She felt tight and unused I was
perhaps one of her first – must have kept boys
satisfied with that cock sucking action I pondered. She
gasped as I sunk the final inch of my cock deep into
her.
"My God please no please don't do this, you're not even
protected."
"Protected from what?" I goaded bearing my weight down
on her twitching my length inside her as if she would
forget it was there in her.
"You aren't wearing a condom, please so help me god if
you get me..."
I grabbed her throat cutting off the words "Then
that'll be payback" I pulled back slightly then with
full forced rammed my pelvis into hers, a look of pain
across her face. "No God no," she continued to plead as
I began rhythmically pounding away at her tight little
cunt, she was well lubricated from her earlier
experience and I felt no friction or associated
dryness, within moments I had shut out her whimpers and
pleads for mercy and soon I built up stride as I rammed
my rock hard member in and out of her nubile young
hole.
Her hands attempted to claw at the restraints in vain,
as I built up momentum her struggles and the manner in
which I had pinned her to the bed only served to
heighten my pleasure as she bucked and writhed under my
forced invasion.
"Noooo" her constant protest called out pleading for me
to cease my assault on her. I reached up to grab the
top of the headboard and angle myself deeper in to her.
Pounding away as hard and as quick as I could from my
hips, this was for my own sense of self gratification.
This wasn't tantric this was cold hard fucking.
Remorselessly, for several minutes, I pounded machine
like away at her as she lay there stretched out across
the bed in this dirty damp room
Looking down at her she screwed her face up refusing to
look at me, her arms stretched out under me. I looked
down between my body and hers and saw under the
momentum of my thrusting that her breasts slapped up
and down with every thrust with which I impaled her.
Looking down I could see briefly my shaft as it entered
in and out of her. And then looking down over my
shoulder I saw her shapely legs spread by the Spreader
bar, her stockings working loose by the friction on
her, but just below the knee held firmly at the ankle
those high heeled long leather boots.
The first thing I'd spotted about her, those boots, her
leg extending out of the car door at the car park, the
click clack of the heels as she approached the Taxi,
how they'd pronounced her shapely legs as she stood
before me defiantly, the feel of them as I'd earlier
run my hands along them and up her stockings earlier.
I felt my balls tighten my thrusting quickened I looked
down at her and she appeared frozen, she knew what was
happening I grabbed the head board and thrust into her
quicker harder faster.
Her head flailed from side to side then stopped as I
arched my lower back ready to fire my hot sticky load
deep into her.
"Pleeasse... No... any don't... don't cum in me!" she
begged me one last time before it was too late "fucking
hell no... I'm... I... please you can't... fuck you
...oh no you can't"
Smiling down in my frenzy I watched her face as fully
penetrating her pushing against the roof of her cunt my
cock exploded, convulsing it sprayed her insides with
my juices. With each spasm and twitch I repeatedly as I
thrust deep into her once more so she could feel cum
ooze into her.
Collapsing down on top of her as my last drops of
whites sticky goo seeped from my cock I lay there
feeling her chest rise and fall with exhaustion. She
would take more. I felt her body drop its tension
against her restraints as she stopped fighting a battle
she had already lost. My breath was quick and I could
have done with a drink. She began whimpering again "You
fucking bastard, you came in me, nobody" she sobbed
"Nobody has ever..." she couldn't finish her sentence.
She began mumbling and spluttering to herself almost
trance like.
Sliding my cock out of her I rolled onto the edge of
the bed sitting up and facing away from her. Looking at
my watch it was coming up to 1am just over 3 hours
since I'd met this rich little bitch, from the posh
side of town, too precious and self righteous to care
for the consequences of her actions. The same little
rich bitch who now lay broken and whimpering spread-
eagled on the bed next to me, my seed swimming in her.
"About done here Jenny, one last trick."
My final act I stood walking to the Dressing Table I
picked up the low stool and placed it parallel with the
bed; I took the holdall and removed 3 lengths of nylon
rope placing them around the stool. Jenny had no idea
what was happening as she lay emotionally drained
staring up at the ceiling.
Returning to her once again I took her shackled wrist
and freed her right arm, I reached over her; still she
sobbed and mumbled to herself. Conscious she might wake
from this self induced coma at anytime with speed I
attached her right wrist to the hand cuff that had
remained on her left wrist throughout. I then freed her
from the remaining shackle that held her arms to the
bed. At the base of the bed I released the clip that
held the Spreader Bar down.
She was no weight as I picked her up around the waist
from the bed, flipping her onto her face as I did so, a
task not easily achieved due to the Spreader Bar still
holding her legs apart. Were it not necessary I would
have removed it.
Still dazed and confused I carried Jenny from the bed
and draped her over the Stool its wide seat cut just
across the top of her breasts yet allowed her waist and
hips to bend over the parallel edge. Taking the first
length of rope I began firmly binding her upper body
face down to the stool. Wrapping the length of rope 7-8
times I was confident that this was tight enough to
hold her.
Her arms draped out in front of her, I took her the
tops of her arms placing them level with the legs of
the stool taking another length of rope I began tying
her long delicate arms to the legs of the stool. First
the right arm; then trailing the rope behind the stool
legs I secured the left forearm with the same length of
rope tying it off tightly. Her elbows reached almost
the floor her cuffed wrist now stretched out in front
of her.
Her murmurs became steadily more audible now. "What...
what now... what are you..."
As she attempted to break her bonds I set about
repeating this process with the tops of her thighs on
the back legs of the stool. She struggled more now but
kneeling on the backs of her calves, pinning her, in no
time I wrapped the rope around both the stool legs and
the tops of her stockings tightly, realisation that she
was further at my mercy she began pleading with me
again, "Please no, no more I can't ...don't do this...
take me back please just take me back."
I secured her thighs the restraint leaving her knees
bent and those booted calves trailing behind on the
carpeted floor and spread at the by the ever present
Spreader Bar.
I knelt down behind her. Straining she turned her head
to look at me "Please... Please... anything but..."
Jenny had realised exactly what was going to happen
next, already my cock had stiffened to its full
potential. It had hardly relaxed since I'd taken her
tied to the bed. I squeezed the tops of her thighs as
she hung her head, staring at her wrists bound by the
steels cuffs. She kicked her legs from the knee,
pounding her booted feet on the ground. Moving from her
thighs I took her pale ass cheeks in my hand and
massaged them apart. "My God no please!" Jenny pleaded
as never before "You can't, I've never..."
Slipping my fingers into her gaping and moist vagina I
smeared mine and her juices from that tight little hole
up over her even tighter asshole which sat invitingly
exposed by the manner in which I had bound her. Pulling
at my cock I once again positioned my hard penis
against an entrance to her pale body, spitting into the
palm of my hand I rubbed the saliva all over my penis.
Again she craned her neck around "Please I beg you...
please!"
Placing my cock at the rim of her ass I toyed with her
hole and pressed the tip against her ass opening
"NOOO!" she squealed at my initial entry, I reached
forward and grabbed at her exposed shoulders her
ravishing long neck craned back as her body began to
feel an experience and a pain like that which she had
never experienced. I felt her asshole give as I pulled
on her shoulders forcing gently with my hips, this was
tight and of slight pain to me as she fought and
tightened her ass muscles against my intrusion. I let
go of her shoulders and pressed both my thumbs through
the rope which bound her on the base of her spine,
causing her to involuntarily wriggle, her muscles
relaxed momentarily and with force I pushed the rest of
cock into her tight asshole.
"Aaaagghhh!" she screamed from deep in her throat
"Aaggghh! God! No, you fucking baaaaastard stop!"
I rested for a while letting her take in this new
sensation "Take it out... get it out... I'm sorry, I'm
so fucking sorry!"
"I believe you are" I said into her ear
"I am... I am," she repeated pounding her bound wrists
and boots on the carpeted floor. I slowly began easing
my hips back and forth, stretching her ass wider and
wider.
"Aaaaarrghhhh no stop no," she continued. Pausing, my
cock deep in her tightest of holes I fished into the
holdall that was discarded to my left I took a Ring Gag
and looped it over her head, as I thrust she screamed
out again and I placed the ring of the gag into her
mouth expertly pulling tight the quick fastening clasp
to the back of her head. Stifling the remainder of her
scream.
I began to thrust backwards and forwards now as much as
I could and began building a steady motion, her mouth
forced open by the gag it barely allowed her to scream
she grunted and groaned through the gag every time my
hips slammed against her pert round ass.
I kept up a steady repetition each thrust met by a
muted groan of pain as Jenny tensed the whole of her
body at my intrusion "Ffffoooorrrkkk noaaaaa,
ssshhhlunn pleeesh..."
"You've got one of the tightest asses I ever fucked" I
snarled at her..
"Cuuuuunntttt" she hissed back through the gag as I
continued my deep hard penetration.
"Yes your cunt was good to," I responded.
Slamming harder and harder into her fighting body held
rigidly tied doggy style over the stool sweat built on
my forehead. I'd work this bitch's ass as long as I had
fucked her tied to the bed, she felt good, tight, bound
protesting, the constant rhythm of my pelvis smashing
against her pale spread buttocks interspersed with her
hands and booted legs pounding the floor in unison with
her verbal pleas for mercy, begging that I stop this
assault.
The tightness of her virgin ass wasn't as uncomfortable
anymore as momentum built. The friction that her ever
tensing body caused soon had my seed rising again I
could feel my balls tighten with every thrust deep
inside her ass, pushing and pushing I grabbed at the
short blonde hair, snapping her head back she screamed
in to the hoop gag as I made even deeper penetration
into her.
My body tensed as I pulled her head impossibly back on
her shoulders I felt the backs of my legs cramp from my
exertions.
Making one last deep stab, her scream caught in her
throat, as head pulled back, hair pulled tight strands
came away at the roots in my hand. Rising in me firing
into her anus I felt my load spill from me pumping and
twitching as I filled her asshole with my third
explosion of hot sticky cum of the evening. The muffled
"Arrrgggggmmmmphhhhh!" sound she made was almost
primordial. Howling at the ceiling as her rigid body
processed pain and the inner warmth of my deposit as it
filled her.
I released her hair and her head fell forwards
immediately, hung in shame, exhaustion and pity. With
relative ease I withdrew my cock from her now gaping
asshole, my cock already now relaxing and satisfyingly
subsiding from with a dull ache from all of its
performing.
Jenny still tied in the doggy style position sobbed
fully and tears ran down her face properly for the
first time, her heavy dark eye makeup began to streak
down her high cheek bones, her hair matted damp with
sweat clung to the back of her neck and forehead. Her
body shuddered as she attempted through both the hoop
gag and the binds holding her chest tight to the stool
to fill her lungs with air
Kneeling behind her I caught my breath and composed
myself, reflecting on what had just occurred. I smiled
observing Jenny bound as she was, no longer defiant,
the little rich bitch must have learnt her lesson
I fully dressed before I took care of her, kneeling at
her side I took the knife and cut the ropes that bound
her arms, then the ropes holding her to the main of the
stool down, before releasing her thighs, across the
backs of those wonderfully shapely legs I couldn't help
but notice how the rope had dug into her soft skin,
corrugating the skin under the pressure that her
bindings and her struggling had exerted. Taking the
universal key I lingered but freed her ankles. I raised
her to her feet and turned her to face me. Her mouth
was still held wide open by the hoop gag.
Silently, with heavy red eyes, makeup smeared down her
beautiful face she held out her cuffed wrists. With the
key I removed the last of her restraints. She reached
behind her and removed the gag. I stepped away
expecting a physical and verbal attack but she just
stood there naked spare for her boots and fish net
stockings and gloves, her tears now gone. She turned to
face the mirror on the wall and removing one of her
fishnet gloves she wiped away at her makeup
subconsciously with it.
In the door way I watched as she pieced together what
remained of her clothes, wrapping the short skirt
around her waist and pulling on her denim jacket she
fastened all buttons to hide her nudity. She picked up
her discarded mobile phone, and checking her jacket
removed a Mercedes Key attached to a set of house keys,
a key fob on which read 'ANGEL'
There was a knock at the door, I opened it and found
Frank the receptionist stood there, grinning at me from
his downtrodden face.
"Here you are, draft copy I'll edit a full copy
tomorrow night," he said handing me an envelope. "I
called a Taxi for her... 10 minutes."
"Ironic," I said.
"Yeah let's hope he gets her home, and isn't an evil
bastard like you...don't think she could take much
more" he chuckled as he turned and shuffled down the
hall way.
I closed the door on Frank.
"What's that?" she asked.
"This," I said retrieving the envelope from my pocket.
"This is my insurance."
Jenny looked vacant.
"You see Jenny, you've just been the star of your very
own Movie" I walked to the wardrobe and opened the door
a Video Camera faced into the room through a one way
mirror "And behind each of those mirrors, and in the
ceiling there's a combination of motion sensitive
cameras that have recorded every second this rooms been
occupied, state of the art stuff."
"But" Jenny stuttered unable to comprehend "It'll show
everything you did to me" she became excitable "It'll
show you doing what you've done, everything, if I go to
the Police they'll only have to view that video to see
what you've done to me."
"Jenny, Jenny, Jenny... thanks to a camera in my Cab
and downstairs, this video will show you of your own
free will not only arrive but walk arm and arm through
reception with me, it will show you entering this room
and partially undressing of your own choice... hell it
then show you kneeling in front of me before executing
what I have to say was a pretty fucking expert blow
job, from there on in Frank will have cleverly edited
to show nothing more than heavy if brutal sex,
including you climaxing admittedly while tied to a
fucking wall...for fucks sake in your own stubborn way
you helped the situation lay there motionless after
being fucked for the first time."
Jenny looked to protest but she could not comprehend.
I continued, "Frank's audio is always a bit dodgy but
seeing how he didn't raise the issue I guess he clearly
captured the bit where you begged this to happen right
before you sucked my cock."
Tears welled in her eyes yet again "Please why? All
this why?"
"Just wanted to demonstrate how even a rich little
bitch like you can be turned to trash, fucked over
literally in a world an environment where money don't
matter. Before you ran into me drunk in your Mummy's
Car with no licence your ideal world was perfect... now
welcome to the real world, consequence that's what this
lessons been about."
"I'll drop a copy off next time I'm in the vicinity of
Grove Court Lane if you want..." I grinned. "...other
than that these tapes are for mine and Franks personal
pleasure, unless you are stupid enough to kick up a
stink then we'll broadcast and leave copies where shall
we say people you know and care about will be shocked
at what their Angel is capable of... not least your
Greg."
I opened the door and walked away. Jenny followed
walking uncomfortably down the hall as I looked back.
Her sway was gone replaced by a limp and shuffle no
doubt following her back door delivery her ass and cunt
ached with every step she took. As she walked down the
stairs into reception I gave Frank a knowing nod. Frank
leered at Jenny having just sat and witnessed all of
her ordeal via a bank of DVD recorders in the office
directly behind reception.
"Greg..." Jenny said with realization. "Oh my god you
fucking idiot, you spoke to Greg."
Smugly I acknowledged, "I did, an awesome experience, I
think first you'll have to convince dear Greg that you
weren't cheating on him tonight and take it from
there... I don't foresee a problem with Greg."
"But...But you sent him that photo." A flicker of a
smile on her face.
"Shit," I said. "So I did."
A rival Taxi firm pulled up outside I waved to the
driver, took Jenny by the arm and led her to the front
door, she was bedraggled and confused looking. I could
sense her mood lighten in the assumption that I'd
slipped up.
Jenny slid into the back seat and I closed the door,
the driver as every Taxi driver did checked out his
fare in the rear view mirror, probably didn't like what
he saw, he would have done 2 hours ago.
I watched as the Taxi pulled away from the High View
Bed and Breakfast. It's gorgeous but now heavily
damaged customer on board, her shapely body aching and
sore from the restraint I'd applied and the forced
intrusion I'd administered. I pulled my mobile phone
from my pocket and my car keys.
"Frank, I'll see you tomorrow," I shouted into
reception not waiting for a reply.
Glancing down at my mobile phone the screen read '1 New
Message Received' pressing accept a low resolution
picture appeared with a text message I'd sent an hour
earlier. Hands bound above her, eyes wide with fear,
rounded breasts and those legs tied to the wall in
those stunning high heeled knee length boots
"Greg" I said out loud "you really don't know what you
missed."
Choosing the option to 'Call Sender' my call connected.
"Greg never got that message, how do you think I got
your number... do me a favour don't change this number.
It would be good to meet again rich bitch."
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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