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From: Elliot Mabeuse <dr_mabeuse@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Hard-Boiled Dick (MF, BDSM, MDom, anal, reluc)
Date: Wed,  6 Mar 2002 15:10:06 -0500
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The following story contains strong language and
graphical descriptions of sexual acts and should not
be read by those who find such material offensive or
disturbing. It is intended for adult readers over the
age of 18 who are able to distinguish fantasy from
reality and its availability should be confined to
those communities where such material is allowed.
All names and situations in the following story are
fictional and imaginary, and the piece itself is the
author's fantasy and is not a description of real
events in the real world. The author does not
necessarily endorse or condone the behavior depicted
herein.
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Hard-boiled Dick

   **a9**Dr.Mabeuse 3/6/2002



   It was late, well after nine o'clock, and the wind had shifted and was
blowing out of the east..  That should have cooled things off a bit, but
the streets were still as hot as the barrel of a saturday night special on
sunday morning, and the breeze seemed to do little but blow the heat
around, picking up old newspapers, candywrappers and dust and sending them
swirling around the dim and empty streets.

   The heat had been squatting on the city like some evil demon for over a
week now, robbing people of sleep, fraying nerves, and slowing everything
down to a sluggish crawl.  The streets were deserted, everyone was home
now, stretched out under their air-conditioners and fans, or else packed
into the movie theatres in seach of some cool.

   Matt had an air conditioner too, but it didn't work.  It protruded from
the window behind his desk, the window that said "M.  Danger,
Security/Confidential Investigations", and he only kept it around now for
appearances.  The heat didn't bother him that much, in fact, he kind of
liked it.  It seemed appropriate for the kind of work he did and the kind
of people he had to associate with.

   He sat with his feet up on the desk, his tie loosened, his hat pulled
down over his eyes.  All the windows--aside from the one with the dead AC
unit-- were open wide, and the Venetian blinds blew fitfully and clattered
in the hot, dry breeze.  The elaborate neon sign from the Heavenly Garden
Cantonese Restaurant below his office bathed the room in its pinkish red
glow, and the small cone of light from his shaded desk lamp was the only
white spot in a room that seemed to be lit by fire.

   The desk light was on because he was expecting someone, and he wanted
her to know he was in.  He'd unlocked the door to the building's lobby, and
made sure his office door was open too.  Now he sat there in the red glow,
half dozing.  He was expecting someone, and he knew she'd come.

   When he at last heard the sharp click of her heels on the marble stairs,
he was instantly awake, though he gave no sign.  Except for the faint grin
that was hidden in the shadow from his hat.  What would happen next would
be interesting, he thought ruefully, very interesting indeed.

   "Matt!" she said excitedly as she stepped into the room!  "I got your
message!  It sounded urgent!  What's happened!  Have you got it?"

   "Whoa!" he said, slowly swinging his legs down from the desk and pushing
his hat back.  "It's more like a good news, bad news kind of thing,
Sweetheart.  Which do you want first?

   He looked at her in the wan red light, enjoying the mere sight of her.
She was always a treat for the eyes.  Sophisticated, educated, well- bred,
she was all he'd wanted but could never have, the kind of woman who
wouldn't even look at him on the street.  But inside that elegant frame
beat a larcenous heart, he knew.  A larcenous and double-dealing heart. 
And now he had the goods on her

   Her expensive skirt hung on her hips like it was custom made, and her
silk blouse showed not a crease or a wrinkle, gave no sign that the streets
she had just come from were as hot as the devil's own pizza oven.. 
Standing in the doorway to his inner office with the light from the
corridor behind her, he noticed that she wore no bra, all the luscious
curves of her body were visible right through her clothes.  He grinned as
he realized that she must know it, too.  She had no doubt chosen to stand
in that very spot just to give him a view.  Oh, she was good.  She was very
good.

   "I don't understand, Matt!" she said.  "Please don't tease me!  Did you
find it?  Did you find the Item?"

   He stood up and stretched, enjoying her impatience.  "The Item?  Oh
yeah." He said.  "I found it."

   "Well, where is it?" she asked anxiously.  "Is it here?"

   "It's around here, yeah.  It's a little secret, Sugar." he said, opening
the top right drawer of his battered desk.  He rummaged around and pulled
out a black silk scarf.  "I know you can appreciate a good secret, huh
Doll? You especially.  Now turn around.  No peeking."

   She looked at him suspiciously.  "Matt, please don't play games!  I've
waited too long..."

   "Oh, this is no game, Sweetheart.  Anything but.  But I do have my trade
secrets, you've got to allow me that!"

   "Oh, very well!" she said.  She turned around and stood waiting
impatiently.

   He went to her and tied the scarf securely around her head, effectively
blindfolding her.  She had expected it, and let him do it.  He was aware of
the faint scent of her perfume, subtle, expensive, and erotic.

   "Matt, you're being foolish!" she said.  "I'm not a child!"

   He ignored her.  "Now hand me your purse so I can put it down." He said.

   Impatiently she handed him her clutch purse, which he took from her with
one hand.  With the other, he quickly slapped one of the silver bracelets
of his detective's hand cuffs onto her outstretched hand.

   She gasped, but before she could react he whirled her around, grabbed
her other arm, and finished applying the cuffs, pinioning her arms behind
her back.

   "Matt!  What the hell are you doing?  Matt?  Matt!"

   "Relax, kid." He said dryly.  "Take a load off." He pushed her shoulder,
guiding her backwards until her legs hit the wooden chair and she sat down
heavily.  She slumped in the chair, struggling to extract her hands from
the locked cuffs.

   "Damn it, Matt!  What do you think you're doing?  Take these things off
me!"

   He picked her purse up from the floor, leaned against his desk, and
started going through it.

   "Just calm down, sweetheart, and all will become clear." He said.

   "Well, what have we here?" He extracted a nine-millimeter automatic from
her purse.  It was a small and fancy gun, a woman's weapon, but it could
make short work of a man.  He also knew that it wasn't the same type of gun
as the .38 that had been used to kill his partner Niles, not five days ago.
But she didn't know that.  Let her sweat a little.

   "Do you always pack heat, sugar.?" He asked, "A nice girl like
yourself?"

   With her blindfold on she could not see what he held in front of her. 
He face was tilted defiantly up at him.  "What are you talking about?  My
gun?  Yes it's mine, I admit it!  You surely don't expect me to walk around
unarmed with all that's going on, do you?  I'm not as stupid as that!"

   "No, Ms.  Montgomery, I don't think you're stupid." He said.  "Far from
it.  I think you're quite the clever little girl, quite clever indeed..."

   "I also think you're a murderer.  I think you murdered Niles and I think
you came here with the express purpose of killing me!  After I'd given you
the toad, that is!"

   Her jaw fell.  "Why that's absurd!  I never even met this Niles, and why
should I want to kill you?  You're working for me; we're on the same side!
I've no reason to kill you!"

   "No?" he said, dropping her gun into a desk drawer.  "What if I got
greedy, decided I wanted a little more of the action than what you're
paying me?  What you're giving me is chickenfeed compared to the price of
that toad!  Chickenfeed!"

   "I'm paying you what you asked." She said softly.  "That's sufficient.
And it's a frog, Mr.  Danger, a frog.  Not a toad.  And its value is not
your concern."

   "It's my concern when I'm asked to find something worth millions of
dollars, worth a King's ransom, while getting paid one-hundred per plus
expenses!  When I'm shot at and followed and roughed up by a bunch of
assholes who wouldn't think twice about slitting my throat!  And you make
me think we're looking for something no more important than a set of car
keys!  And when you murder my partner as if he were no more than a spider
you'd found in your bathtub!  I'd say I had a right to be concerned! 
Concerned up to my ass!"

   He hadn't meant to shout.  Now he calmed himself down.  His outburst
seemed to have the desired effect on her though, she was scared.  He could
see it in the way her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing.  He
was also surprised to see the peaks of her nipples tenting the soft fabric
slightly, subtle but unmistakable proof that she was frightened. 
Frightened or aroused...

   They were alone in the building, the lights out, the streets deserted.
She was young, beautiful, and desirable, and handcuffed, blindfolded, and
sitting helplessly in a chair, waiting for whatever he would do next. 
Plus, she owed him.  Whichever way you sliced it, whether she'd actually
killed Niles or not, she owed him big time.  She'd tried to play him for a
fool, a stooge, in a game that was way out of her league, that she'd had no
business playing in in the first place.

   But she had played.  Too bad for her, she'd lost.

   Now he held the all the cards, and she was in no position to bargain, no
position at all.  As far as Matt was concerned, there was only one thing
she had that he wanted, and he was looking at it right now, deciding how
much he wanted to take, and hoiw he wanted to take it.

   The tune was over, and the piper was standing with his hand out.  Time
to pay.

   He paused to collect himself, and he realized that he was suddenly
aroused himself.

   He went back to his desk drawer and pulled out a mare's nest of ropes
and shackles.  He untangled some thick nylon rope and went to her chair,
passed it beneath her arms and pulled, forcing her elbows together and
making her breasts protrude and flatten against the fabric of her silk
blouse.

   "Matt, what are you doing?  Don't!  I beg you!  We can work something
out!  If you've got the Frog, there's enough there for both of us!  Matt!
Matt, tell me what you want?  I'll do anything!  Anything you want!  I can
be good to you, Matt!  I can be very, very good to you.  Would you like
that?  I know you would!  Matt?  Matt!  Say something, damn you!"

   Once he had her arms tied back, he wrapped the rest of the rope around
the chair and tied it off, effectively binding her to the chair.  Then he
moved around to the front and selected another piece of rope.

   "You know I might just take you up on that, darling!  I think we both
know that you've got it coming!  And is that what you offered Niles?  Did
you use your body on him as well?  I'll bet he was an easier sell than me.
Niles always was a sucker for a nice piece of tail.  I'm a little
more...discriminating.  I like a little more kink in my love play!"

   "Matt, I swear" she said, almost weeping, "I didn't know!  I didn't know
he was your partner!  I just wanted his help, but he wanted...he wanted
more than I was willing to give!  He wouldn't stop!"

   He ducked down low and threw a loop of rope around her ankle and drew it
tight before she could kick out of it.  He pulled it taut, forcing her foot
hard against the wooden leg of the chair.  He noticed her impeccably
fashionable pump and it's phenomenally high heel.  She was a piece of work,
alright.

   When he went for her other ankle, she kicked at him, but he grabbed her
foot and threw a loop of rope around it, too, and pulled it snug against
the other leg of the chair.

   "I don't give a shit about Niles!" he said angrily as he yanked the knot
tight.  "Niles was an asshole and a loudmouth!  But he was my partner, see.
And a man owes certain things to his partner, like finding out who knocked
him off!  And getting a little revenge.  It's nothing personal,
understand?"

   He stood back to look at her.  She sat slumped somewhat in the chair,
breasts protruding invitingly.  Having her ankles tied to the legs of the
chair forced her knees up and out and pulled her hips forward, making it
look like she was already offering herself to him, inviting him to step
between her legs..  Her skirt was bunched up high by the unnatural position
of her legs, showing the tops of her stockings and the lacey straps of her
black garter belt.

   He felt himself getting hard.

   "One thing about Niles; he was always talking about women." he said to
her.  "He was a vulgar kind of guy for my money, a small time hustler, but
he loved his gash.  A crude son-of-a-bitch, too.  So I happen to know that
the broad he was going to see the day he was murdered was a classy young
thing who came on**2014**as he said**2014**real hot!  That sound familiar?"

   "Matt..."

   "She had dark red hair, he said, long, like yours.  And she was built
pretty much like you.  Yeah, old Niles could never keep his mouth shut,
especially about his women.  He said she had the prettiest little pussy. 
With the same dark red hair, but trimmed to a little rectangular patch. 
Now how many girls do you think are walking around out there who're your
size, with hair your color, and with pubic hair trimmed like that?  And who
were in enough trouble to hire a PI?  Hmmm?  How many?"

   "Stop!  Stop!  Matt, you've got me all wrong!  Matt!"

   Realizing he would not be dissuaded, she changed her strategy.  She
suddenly drew a deep breath and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Help! 
Help!  Anyone!"

   Matt quickly slapped his hand over her mouth to shut her up.  He felt
her teeth search for purchase on the palm of his hand and he quickly
snatched his hand away before she could bite him, reached over to his desk
and picked up the first thing that came to hand and stuffed it against her
mouth.  By sheer luck he had grabbed a ball gag tangled up in a mess of
small rope.  He hastily fastened the gag around the back of her head and
removed the entangling ropes, then pulled the gag tight.

   She was now bound and gagged, blindfolded with her ankles tied to the
leg of the chair.  Matt stuck his head out the window to see if there were
any passersby, anyone who might have heard her one cry for help.  He saw no
one, the sidewalks under the yellow glare of the streetlights were as empty
and forlorn as ever.  Not a soul.  Satisfied, he pulled his head back in
and drew the blinds.

   He remembered the unlocked office door, so he went and took care of
that, double locking the door and snapping off the lights in the little
reception room.  He heard her struggling in the other room, but he knew she
wasn't going anywhere.  He stopped at the cooler and drew himself a long
drink of painfully cold water, then spashed some in his face.

   Back in his office he found she had just about stopped struggling.  In
all her thrashing and writhing she had only managed to move the heavy
wooden chair a couple of inches across the linoleum floor, but her efforts
had left her perfect ensemble twisted and disheveled.  She had now given up
her struggles and was sitting stock still, straining to hear what he was up
to.  Her breasts still heaved from the exertion of fighting her bonds, and
the top two buttons of her silk blouse had come undone, allowed a view of
the top swell of her breasts, now covered with a thin sheen of sweat.  It
was the first time he had ever seen her perspire.

   He noticed with pleasure that her nipples were now grossly erect and
showing through the silky fabric of her blouse, and he didn't think it was
from the cold.  She was scared, but, unless he missed his guess, she was
also excited as hell at being tied up and at his mercy.

   Matt had always had a predelection for a little kind in his sex.  That's
probably why he'd never married.  It's also why he had such a collection of
paraphanalia ion his desk.  It wasn't the first time he'd enjoyed a clinet
this way, although that had only been play-acting compared to this.

   He'd always been able to pick them, and he'd had her pegged from the
start.  All her life she'd been pampered and deferred to, protected by her
beauty and her wealth, but it hadn't been enough.  She had to get involved
with the small-time hoods and sleaze balls who were chasing the damned
Chinese Frog around, and she was probably in it only for the kicks.  What
could a couple more mill mean to her, who already lived like a princess off
her daddy's money.  It was the excitement that appealed to her, the
excitement and the danger.  A broad like this got off on being around bad
boys, and if Matt new his women, probably harbored secret fantasies of one
day being tied up and used by a man who wouldn't fall for her bullshit. 
Whether she knew it or not, she longed to have someone put her in her place
and treat her like the whore she knew she was.  And Matt thought he might
just give her what she wanted.

   He went to the lower left drawer of his desk and pulled out a bottle of
scotch and a tumbler, poured himself a healthy drink and shook a Camel from
the pack on his desk, put in his mouth and lit it.  He sat on the edge of
his desk and took a good swallow.  This was a sweet moment, a girl
helpless, blindfolded and gagged and totally at his mercy, and he let her
sit and stew while he smoked, letting her imagination run wild, not knowing
what he might do.  He knew that a woman like Ms.  Cassandra Montgomery
would get more and more aroused the longer he let her sit there in the
dark. It was a moment to be savored.

   He switched off the desk light, leaving them in the red neon glow from
the sign outside.  He was now officially closed for business.

   He took another swallow, stubbed out his cigarette, then put the empty
glass on his desk and walked over to her.  "Now, let's continue with our
investigation." He said.

   Without warning he squatted down in front of her and shot his hands up
beneath her skirt, his fingers brushing the soft enticing flesh where her
stocking ended.  He could feel the heat and humidity of her as he found the
waist band of her filmy bikini panties, grabbed them and ripped them apart,
then pulled them off in shreds and leaving her naked beneath her skirt.

   She winced and gave a muffled shriek of surprise.  She tried to wriggle
away, but there was nowhere to go as he flung her skirt up and gazed at her
naked sex.  She whimpered and tried to hide herself, managing to bring her
knees closer together, but unable to conceal what he sought.  Her pubic
hair was indeed shaped into a fetching little rectangle, no bigger than his
Zippo lighter.

   "Just like Niles described it." he said.  He looked at her face to gauge
her reaction, but she had her face turned to the side in humiliation or
shame, and with her red lips stretched apart by the gaga and her eyes
concealed by the silken cloth, there wasn't much to see.

   He pressed on the insides of her knees to force her legs apart, and felt
her legs tremble as she tried without success to resist him.  Nature hadn't
made those muscles strong enough, bless Her, he thought.  It was the
easiest thing in the world to push her knees open till her legs were
stopped by the arms of the chair, then hold them there as he examined her
most intimate secret.

   He'd intended to start with her tempting breasts, the creamy mounds of
flesh now visible where the buttons on her blouse had parted, but the sight
directly before him was too inviting, As he'd expected, her wetness was
visible in the evil red glow of the neon light, and as he watched he could
see her pucker slightly as she tried to withdraw from his gaze.

   It was a sight no man could resist, and, still holding her trembling
thighs apart, he pushed his face against her, into the smoldering V between
her legs.  He inhaled deeply of her hot, spicy fragrance, a mixture of
soap, perfume and her feminine arousal, trapped and concentrated under the
hot tent of her skirt.  He leaned forward and gently licked the sensitive
flesh on the inside of her thighs, so warm, so maddeningly soft, enjoying
the way she gasped when he touched her and the way her thighs trembled as
she tried to protect her sex from the lewd invasion of his tongue.  But his
salacious licks only increased the flow of her secretions and the heat he
felt emanating from that sweet, expensive pussy.

   He turned his face to her sex and began to lick the moisture from her,
making a spoon of his tongue which easily dipped within her labia to scoop
up the intoxicating nectar of a woman aroused.

   She gasped as soon as he made contact, and hunched forward as if trying
to protect her breasts, but at the same time her hips pressed forward as if
they had a mind of their own, presenting themselves to his marauding
tongue.

   He loved the smell of her, the taste, the softness beneath his lips and
tongue as he ate her, and she was not immune his oral caress.  She soon
relaxed her shoulders, gave up trying to resist him.  Her thighs fell open,
her head lolled to one side and she moaned in pleasure behind the ball gag.
He felt the tension in her legs subside and, if anything, she tried to
slide her hips forward on the chair, to present her nakedness more openly
to him.

   He regained control over himself, and began to tease her, his tongue
barely touching her, his breath hot on her.  Reaching around her leg, he
used two fingers to spread her apart and expose the burgeoning bud of her
clit, which he blew on but did not touch, feeling how aroused and sensitive
she already was.

   But when he felt her lubricant begin to seep from her and onto his eager
tongue, he withdrew his hand.  He clit was now visible without him holding
her open, so he took it between his lips and pressed first one, then two
fingers up into her and began working them in and out as he sucked softly
at the center of her pleasure.

   His cock was now fully erect and throbbing painfully.  None of his usual
tricks**2014**thinking of baseball, calculating how much money she already
owed him, or trying to whip up some remorse about his murdered
partner**2014**worked to cool down his overheated lust, and as he licked at
her and pumped his fingers slowly in and out of her wet and quaking sheath,
he reached up with his free hand and began to massage her warm and heavy
breast, her stiff, erect nipple tickling the palm of his hand.

   He gasps and moans were music in his ears now, and her occasional shriek
of pleasure, muffled by the ball gag only egged him on.  He removed his
mouth from her, and used the thumb of his invading hand to rub the little
hood of flesh that guarded her ultra-sensitive, his thumb rubbing against
it with every inward and outward stroke.  With his hand on her breast he
could feel her ragged breathing, punctuated with gasps and moans and
muffled pleas, and he could feel body her trembling, a trembling that
increased with every stroke.  She was able to move her hips enough to pitch
against him, and her insistent and frantic rhythm told him that he wasn't
moving fast enough for her now, that she was indeed close.

   He removed his hand she gave a strangled shreik of anger and
frustration, her hips still fucking at the empty air.

   He smiled a wicked smile.  "You are a hot little bitch, aren't you?" he
asked in a low voice.

   All she could do was whimper with frustration as he left, her hips still
pumping hungrily in a lewd imitation of sex, her thighs flexing, beads of
sweat on her lovely brow.

   Her discomfort made him chuckle.  "Unh-unh, Sweetheart.  You're not
getting off that easy.  I'm not like Niles.  I don't settle for just some
wham-bam, thank-you-ma'am.  No, Sugar, my tastes are more...sophisticated.
I like my babes to be a little more contrite, a little more apologetic, a
little more...appreciative."

   As he said this his hands were unfastening the straining buttons on her
blouse where her engorged breasts bulged against the confining fabric.  He
pulled the blouse down over her shoulders as far as it would go on her
bound arms.  Sure enough, she wore no bra, and he stood back to admire her
perfect breasts.

   They were eager and proudly erect, almost perfectly globular, without a
hint of sag.  They hung on her chest like a pair of ornaments, but heavy
and expectant.  He noticed with pleasure that the tight, smooth skin was
covered with goose bumps, despite the searing heat in the room.  He also
noticed the dark cleavage that remained, even without a bra.  Her nipples
were painfully erect, and seemed to peer proudly into the room.

   She was proud of them as well.  Even in this degrading position, trussed
up like a wild animal, her legs splayed wantonly before her still awaiting
the obscene caress of his tongue, her breasts already forced into
prominence by the ropes which cinched her arms together behind her back, he
could see she was holding herself in a pose that only accentuated them all
the more, teasing and inviting him to lose himself in her proffered flesh.
Yes, he thought, she was certainly a piece of work.

   And looking at her there, her excitement apparent in the rapid lift and
fall of that fabulous chest, he knew that mere sex with her would not be
enough.  He was so aroused that nothing short of complete possession of her
would do.  He wanted her in a way he had wanted few women before.  She was
too beautiful, too sexy, too willing to passively take all he had to give.
Even bound and helpless and at his mercy as she was, she still managed to
taunt him, to remain somehow out of reach.

   Breathing hard, he went to his drawer, and pulled out a small flogger, a
leather cat o'nine tales he'd rarely had occasion to use before.  The heft
of it, the smell of the fine leather, the very sensuality of the whip
excited him all the more as he thought of bringing it down on those haughty
tits.

   He draped the cat over his shoulder and went over to her, bent over and
feasted at her breasts, licking the creamy flesh all over, taking the
nipples between his lips, enjoying their turgid roughness on his tongue. 
His other hand grasped and kneaded her other breast, his thumb running over
the sensitive aureole, bringing gasps from her gag-spread lips.

   He played with her like this until her moans grew louder and she tried
to bring her thighs together to satisfy the raging need she felt gnawing
inside her.  He took her to the edge of satisfaction, and when she seemed
on the very brink, her orgasm dangling just out of reach, he stopped, stood
back, and trailed the cat slowly, languorously across her saliva-moistened
breasts, her chest, up across her flushed face, giving her ample time to
feel what it was, and to consider what it was going to do to her.

   When she realized it was some sort of lash, she pulled her face back
away from it, and she sunk her head between her shoulders in an attempt to
protect her tender and exposed breasts.  Matt grinned.  His dick was as
hard as a flatfoot's nightstick, and longed to be released from the tight
confines of his shorts, but the time was not yet right.  Not yet.  He knew
he could get her hotter, and knew exactly what she wanted.  And nothing
made him hotter than a woman reduced to naked, animal lust, begging him in
the foulest gutter language to take her, enter her, satisfy the raging need
in her belly, possess her totally.

   "You feel that, Baby?" he said to her.  "You know what's coming, don't
you?  But it's not like you don't deserve it, Ms.  Montgomery.  Not like
you don't want it.  In fact you're getting wet just thinking about it,
aren't you?  Well, get ready, Sugar!  Old Matt's gonna give you just what
you need!"

   The first stroke was gentle, almost a tease, as he slowly stoked the
fires of her passion.  The cat fell on her round breasts with the slightest
hiss, the strands of leather making a satisfying smack against her hot
flesh.  Then he gave her another, and another.

   He knew it wasn't painful yet, just a bit scary.  But her pain threshold
would rise as she got more excited, and the next stroke landed harder,
leaving her tender skin red and flushed.  She moaned behind the gag, but at
the same time pulled her shoulders back, inviting him, daring him to beat
her harder.

   He was happy to oblige, whipping the tops of her trembling tits, then
reaching around and hitting the tender undersides.  She screamed in pain or
surprise, he couldn't tell which, but he saw that her thighs were starting
to shake as he punished her gorgeous jugs, and her head fell back
helplessly as she again proffered her tits to him to do with as he would;
to whip them, hurt them, she didn't care which.

   Matt was beside himself with lust.  He'd been right on the money about
her.  She knew she deserved to be punished for the way she teased and led
men on, but she'd always gotten away with it before.  Now this man, this
two-bit private eye, a man she wouldn't even deign to look at on the
street, was giving her exactly what she wanted.  And with every stinging
kiss of the lash, she felt the fire in her body rage higher and higher, and
felt her very self-control slipping away from her in the blaze of sexual
heat.

   He whipped her breasts now with enough force to make him sweat.  With
each stroke she screamed against the ball gag, and spittle was dripping
from the corner of her mouth.  He knew he was hurting her now, aiming his
strokes so that a few strands whipped smartly against her turgid nipples,
but he also knew that at this point she was so excited that the pain was
melting like molten lava to feed the fires of her quivering need.

   He stopped, wiped his face, and removed his sweat-soaked shirt.  Her
magnificent tits were now covered in welts.  The flesh glowing an angry
red, obvious even in the dim light that barely illuminated the room.  Her
muffled sobs and his labored breathing were the only sounds to be heard in
the sweltering air.

   Knowing that he'd punished her breasts enough, he knelt down and untied
her ankles from the legs of the chair, then went to the back of the chair
and untied the ropes holding her arms, though he left the handcuffs in
place.  Grabbing her with one hand he pulled the sobbing girl up out of the
chair, propelled her across the office and shoved her face down upon the
beat-up office sofa.

   "You stay there, bitch!" he hissed.  "We're not done yet!"

   He grabbed her skirt and threw it up over her back, and holding her down
with one hand ion the small of her back, immediately began to whip her
naked ass, working with abandon, knowing her ass wasn't nearly as sensitive
as her tits had been.  With every lash her buttocks shook and trembled, and
she twisted in a vain attempt to get away.  But with her arms still bound
tightly behind her back there was nothing she could do but scream against
the gag and twist her hips in a vain attempt to escape the whip.

   Her sobs turned into screams, and he beat her till his arm ached, then
stood up panting and covered with sweat.  He let her lie there sobbing
while he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his pants, then stripped of
his shorts, groaning with relief as his big cock leaped free, hard and
swollen and seeping moisture from the tip.

   She lay with her legs slightly apart, to weak to close them.  her skirt
still up over her back.  The cool of the leather helped ease the pain of
her tits, but she felt like her ass was glowing from the beating she'd just
been given.

   Matt let the cat slap softly against her upturned sex, and she jumped,
instinctively lifting her as up into the air.  Yeah, he had her number, all
right.  He saw her pussy lips gleaming wetly in the red light, and a thin
line of juice trailed down from her cunt to the sofa below.

   She was ready.  She was more than ready.

   And he was ready now to give it to her.  But first he wanted that cruel,
pretty mouth free for kissing.  He went to her, reached behind her and
unfastened the buckles that held the gag in place, eased it from her mouth.

   Her sobbing had stopped now, and she worked her jaw around in relief. 
"Put it back, you bastard!" she whispered.

   He couldn't believe his ears.

   "Put it back!" she said again.  "I like it!  I want to be able to scream
when you fuck me!  I want to scream my goddamned head off!"

   He snorted.  "You got it, lady!"

   He buckled the ball gag back into place and stepped between her spread
thighs and knelt on the sofa.  She tilted her hips up to him as he aimed
the head of his piece at her opening and slid into that sweet pussy.

   He was bigger than he'd ever been, and she was snug and wet and hot and
trembling with need.  His cock sank into her like a hot knife into butter
for the first several inches but then she seemed to lock up, stuffed.  She
couldn't take any more.

   Too fucking bad.  He wanted her all and if she was sore afterwards what
the hell did he care.  He reached beneath her and grabbed her swollen,
burning tits in his hands and pulled her back onto his pole as she screamed
around the ball gag.

   Tight!  She was so fucking tight now, and it felt so incredibly good. 
He knew she was filled to capacity and that he was stretching her out, but
he didn't care.  Her bound hands tried to claw at his belly as he sunk his
weight into her but they could find no purchase.  Her muffled screams only
inflamed his blood and make him cram himself more deeply into here until he
felt the sticky grip of her pussy lips as they flattened against his groin.
He was in all the way.

   He gave her a moment to adjust, then began to pump slowly into her,
savoring the feel of his hard cock head as it rubbed against the sensitive
internal walls of her vagina.  At first she lay as if she were dead, soft
moans coming from her distorted lips, punctuated by an occasional animal
grunt as he sunk to the bottom, but soon she began a tentative roll of her
hips to match his thrusts.  She raised her head and he heard her groaning
as she worked herself off against him, looking for that big masochistic
come.

   He realized he still had the cat in his hand and was in a perfect
position to use it, so he rapped it smartly against her reddened and sore
ass, making her shriek and redouble the speed of her fucking.  He whipped
her again and now there was no doubt that her shrieks and cries were
intended to urge him on to beat her harder and more cruelly.  It egged him
on to more perverse depredations of her suffering flesh, and he stopped
whipping her and dropped the whip.  Picking up some juice from the stream
that leaked from her stretched pussy, he spread it around the pouting bud
of her asshole, and once it was well-oiled, he worked a finger into her
little, just to the first knuckle.

   "How's that, bitch?" he asked, panting, "you like that in your ass,
don't you?  You want something bigger in there?"

   She looked back over her shoulder at him, her eyes wide with fear as he
crammed another finger into her bottom alongside the first.  But as he
worked his fingers around in her he saw her eyes slide up into her head,
and a long low moan came from deep in her throat.

   Yeah, she wanted it!  He reluctantly pulled his aching dick out of her,
found the tube of KY that had fallen from the bag, and squeezed a generous
wad between her ass cheeks before working it into her with his fingers as
she moaned and pleaded beneath the gag.  He just loved chicks who took it
in the ass; they were such animals!

   He pushed her hips down into the couch and crawled up between her spread
thighs.  The head of his cock found the greasy crease of her ass and, with
a little pressure, the head of his cock popped inside, bringing another
muffled scream from her mouth.

   Willing himself to go slow, he sank a bit more of his rock-hard cock
into her rectum, then slowly pulled back, then sunk a bit deeper, taking
his time.  She was incredibly tight there, and he'd be willing to bet she
hadn't taken a man back there in a hell of a long time, if ever.  As he
sunk deeper he could feel the heat from her beaten ass cheeks radiating
against his thighs, and he could feel her own thighs tremble as her asshole
tried to accommodate his bulk.

   Finally he was all in, and he basked in the heat and sweet embrace of
her ass as he fought to control himself.  He wanted to fuck this ass before
he blew his load into her; he wanted to see how much this cunt could take;
judging from the soft, breathy moans that issued from her mouth as she lay
there with his cock sunk to the hilt in her quivering ass, she could take a
hell of a lot more than this.

   He began to roll his hips slightly, moving his cock inside her, as she
lay there like a dead woman, her face hidden in the sofa, her asscheeks
flattened under his weight.  Her grip was so tight and so hot he was afraid
to move too much.  As it was he felt he was on the very edge of orgasm. 
Wild pleasures seared at his brain and his eyes began to roll back into his
head and his mouth hung open, slack-jawed with ecstasy.

   He shook his head to clear it, and realized that she was beginning to
move beneath him, rolling her hips slightly from side to side.  She was
starting to pant from the effort and the sensation of his prick pushing up
into her belly.  She raised her head for a moment, than dropped it again to
the couch with a guttural moan, pulled her knees up, canting her hips up to
give him better access to her ass.

   He stared down at the woman whose ass he was fucking.  She was starting
to come around now, the alien presence in her rectum now a spear of deep
burning pleasure and degradation that she wanted with all her soul.  She
loved it, the pain, the unavoidable sense of violence as he took her, used
her, grabbed the bones of her hips and pulled her red, whipped ass cheeks
up tight against his hard stomach, sinking that greasy dick up into her
till she had to scream in surrender and pleasure.  So good!  So fucking
good!

   "Uh!  Uh!  Unnhh!" she grunted around the ball gag, her teeth bared as
he slammed into her.  "Fuck me!  Take me!  Hurt me!  Fuck my ass you
bastard, Fuck it with your big, hard cock!  Prick, Cocksucker!" she wailed,
not even caring that he couldn't understand what she was saying, but
knowing he could hear her screams, the cries of a woman's passion
fulfilled.

   He was shoving into her hard now, with a rapid and brutal rhythm,
without regard for her body or her pleasure, conscious only of the hot and
heavy load that had been building ever since she walked into his office. 
His feverish animal lust only fueled her own raging need for the release of
orgasm, a need she'd carried for so long now she was almost afraid to let
go.

   She loved being used like this, totally owned, enslaved, beaten like the
whore she knew she was, brutally fucked by a man who would take none of her
crap, mastered.  Instinctively she tilted her ass up against his battering
cock, to take him more deeply into her.  The pummeling and slapping of his
body against her sore and beaten ass merged with the pain of her
welt-covered breasts as they slid back and forth on the cool leather of the
couch, and the pain of his engorged cock sliding in and out of her most
secret and sensitive place.  It was all more than she could bear and she
begged him for the final outrage of his hot come jetting into the hollow
hunger of her spasming belly.

   She was not expecting it, and her nerves were at such a high state that
when she felt one hand grab her breasts to pull her still harder against
his cock while the other closed on her ultra-sensitive and fully exposed
clit, she could no longer control herself.]

   She screamed, louder than before, and her ass punched up to him as
spasms wracked her frame.  She felt his huge cock swell even further in the
furious seconds before it spit its burning load into her and she felt
herself go, fall, writhing and twisting beneath him as she sobbed out her
ecstasy.

   He fell on top of her, holding onto her hot, quaking jugs and pressing
her tight as she quivered and bucked beneath him, his cock still held
tightly deep in the cavern of her ass.  Spasms of release tore through her
as she came, and the clenching of her behind was too much for him.  With a
deep, anguished moan he felt the come rip from his cock and into her
clutching rectum, again and again, as with each shiver of ecstasy she
milked another powerful jet of sperm from him, until his gism seemed to
just pour from him in a stream, filling her to overflowing.

   When it finally ended, he found that his legs would not support him.  He
lay atop her quivering body as she wept and sobbed out the last bits of her
release, her hands clutching at his hard belly as if to pull him still
farther into her abused ass.

   His cock, now deflating and shrunken, slipped out of her trailing a
stream of come which fell on the back of her thighs and stockings as he
lifted himself off her and staggered the few feet to the chair, where he
flopped down exhausted.

   As his breathing began to return to normal, he reached for the pack of
cigarettes on his desk, took one out, and lit it with a shaky hand,
watching her as slowly her sobs and whimpers gradually faded away.  He went
to her, cigarette in mouth, and unbuckled the gag.  It came out of her
mouth dripping with her saliva, and she sucked in great breaths of air
through her mouth.  He couldn't help but notice her stretched and open
anus, ringed with the froth of his discharge, the juice running over her
glistening cunt.

   "Had enough?" he asked.

   He took the cigarette from his mouth and offered it to her.  She opened
her lips and took it, and sucked the smoke deep within her lungs.  Even
with her makeup streaked by tears, her lipstick smeared by the gag, she was
still a stunner.

   She exhaled through her nose and looked at him through the cloud of
smoke, her hair falling over her face in an unkempt tangle.  "You tell me."
she said.  "You hold all the cards, you filthy bastard!"

   Matt laughed.  He stood up and wiped the sweat from his face.  He took
the cigarette from her lips and threw it into the ashtray.  "Yeah, I do,
don't I Gorgeous?"

   Putting one hand under her chin he tilted her face up, while with the
other he guided his come-smeared dick to her lips.  He saw the gleam in her
eyes just before she closed them and opened her mouth to suck him hungrily
inside, her hands still cuffed behind her back.

   Putting a knee on the couch for leverage as he began to pump slowly into
her mouth he said, "Yeah, you are good, baby.  You are very good!"



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