BILISE: A new start
(c)  1999 by jlm (jlm68@hotmail.com) 
Fiction (Bondage  )  1725 words
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BILISE is the shorter for "Bizarre Limousine Services".
Verona Neil is the Owner. James Benedict is the Butler/Driver,
Peter Neil is Verona's brother, Faith Flaherty is the roommaid.
Adventures in the back of a limousine. Based upon the
TV-news-report:Carsex in Vienna
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Five O'clock. 
A time when the days work is finished, the workers go home, the offices
close.A time when traffic increases, the rush hour begun. 
The time when BILISE starts.
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It will be raining today. Heavy clouds can be seen. The man who stood alone
waiting has his raincoat under his arm.
He was an overweight, middle aged man, his hair already balding and profusely
sweating. Impatient, he walked to and fro in front of the building. 
Five minutes late already...they would pay for it...deeply. He thought.
Just then, a limousine appeared, working its way through the dense traffic. Long, 
white in color, and heavy. The waiting man thought the car might be armored. It
looked like it.
The car came to a precise stop in front of the man. The drivers door opened, and
a man in drivers outfit complete with cap stepped out. Walking around the car, the
driver took his cap off, stuffing it under his armpit and looked at the waiting man.
"Mr. Johanson?" said the driver.
"Yeah, that's me."
The driver nodded and motioned the man to the back door. Johanson tried to get a look
inside, but every window was blacked out, blocking his sight. The driver opened the
door and Johanson stepped inside. The driver closed the door, got back in the drivers
seat and started the engine. The limousine disappeared into the flowing traffic.
"Hello Mr. Johanson. My name is Verona Neil. Welcome to BILISE."
A somewhat dark but gentle voice greeted him.
Johanson looked around. Nobody could peek inside, but he could clearly look out. Only 
the glass plate between the driver and guest compartment was painted in an opaque 
black color. Meaning that he could not see the driver...who could also not see what 
was going on in the back. Two comfortable bench seats faced each other in the back 
part of the limousine. He was seated on one of them. Facing him, her back to the 
driver was a young woman, dressed in a flowing gold colored silk dress, long dark hair 
in a thick braid draped over one shoulder. She looked at him with big eyes, inquiring 
but friendly. A small smile played her lips and she was holding a champagne flute in 
her slender, ringed, fingers.
"Miss Neil!" the man nodded.
Again he looked around, opening his shirt, loosing his tie. Well, well, well...he had 
an incredible piece of flesh on front of him.
"How does it go from here?" he asked.
The woman carefully placed her glass in a small fully furnished bar embedded in the 
co-drivers back seat. She reached under her seat and opened a hidden drawer.
"It's up to you what you do."
"Take off your panties"
With an amused flicker in her eyes, she slowly reached under her skirt, and stripped 
off her underwear. He licked his lips and glanced at the drawer. Dildos and vibrators 
were lying side by side near neatly coiled ropes, straps, paddles and clamps. What 
ever a bondage lover could wish for, it was here on display.
With his thick fingers, he ransacked the drawer, disturbing the neat arrangement. 
Finally, his hand withdrew with some thin nylon cord.
"Turn around!"
Implacable she turned and crossed her hands in the small of her back. With feverish 
anticipation he cinched her limbs together, not at all concerned that his ropes were 
far too tight. Verona gritted her teeth, but didn't make a sound.
Finished, he roughly turned her around, facing him again. She saw his piglet eyes 
burning while he began roughly mauling her breasts through the dress.
"Kneel on the seat." he ordered. 
Obediently, she retracted her legs and kneeled on the bench. Taking some new cord, he 
pushed her skirt out of the way. A grim smile showed when he noticed her garters. Of 
course she would know what he liked. With swift gestures, he knotted her ankles to her 
thighs, making it impossible for her to stretch the legs.
"Open your legs."
She did. With sweating fingers, he reached between her legs, feeling her mound, her 
lips and grabbed at her bush. She gasped at his rough touch...and was rewarded with a 
small slap on her mouth.
"Shut up, bitch. I didn't tell you to say anything."
He took a cane from the drawer and slapped his palm with it, testing it. Nodding, he 
reached to Verona's chest and opened the front of her dress, exposing her breasts. 
Then, taking hold of her by pinching one nipple painfully, he began slapping the 
inside of her thighs, first left thenright, then left again...changing the thigh with 
each slap.
When he was satisfied with the redness and the muscle jerking, he slapped her vagina a 
couple of times with his bare hand. Verona was biting her lips now.
One of his hands opened his fly and he withdrew his manhood, masturbating himself. His 
eyes fell on a chrome vibrator and, with a smile, he took the device and inserted it 
between her legs.
"Pleasure yourself."
And how the hell should I do that with bound hands, Verona sighed inwardly.
Concentrating on the task, she slowly glided up and down on the cold, chrome device, 
trying her best to not be distracted by the vibrations of the running car.
He leered at her, licking and kissing her cheeks, throat and chest. Then he placed a 
metal collar around her throat, fastening it snugly. Taking some more rope, he first 
wound a couple of turns around her torso, above and below her breasts, before wrapping 
each globe independently. As with her wrists, he didn't care about the tightness and 
soon, the two globes, compressed at the base, became pink in color, and painful to 
touch.
"Tell me you love me."
One of Verona's eyebrows jerked high up, but she complied
"I love you"
"Again"
"I love you"
"Again"
"I love you"
Taking some so-called "Tit-Press" clamps, hollow spheres in shape with a strong spring 
on one side, he clamped one of them on each nipple, waiting patiently for the pain to 
fade before applying the second. Then, guiding her with his fingers on the clamps, he 
rocked her back and forth, all while she was still sitting on the dildo while telling 
him that she loved him.
Verona, tears in the corner of her eyes because until now only experiencing pain, was 
about to shout for her release, when he stopped the rocking motion.
Taking hold of the metallic collar, he guided her head to above his cock and ordered 
with a rough voice
"Suck!"
He had clamped a hand on her hair, immobilizing it above his manhood and she could do 
nothing but comply, deep throating him. But either she was not rapid enough or he was 
only interested in her pain, because he took a paddle and was now slapping her 
dangling breasts and pulling on the connecting chain from the clamps. 
The pain was immense, but she refused to cry.
"Five minutes to go." said another voice.
With a start, Johanson released her from his grip as he heard the loudspeaker. With a 
strong push, he shoved her back on her seat. Eying her, seeing the red rimmed eyes, he 
grinned.
"Well Baby, five more minutes, you agree?"
As she didn't say something, he grabbed her hair anew and rammed a ballgag between her 
teeth, buckling it very tight. Then he took hold of a flogger and over the next few 
minutes began whipping her breasts.
"I want to see tears. Cry for me....Yeah, that's right....More!"
Verona was now sobbing behind her gag and real tears, nothing faked, were running down 
her cheeks, wrecking the small amount of make-up she had applied. 
Finally the last five minutes were over and the limousine pulled over. Not bothering 
to free the tied and gagged woman facing him, the man straightened his tie, shoved his 
cock back in his pants and took a big envelope out of his coat, throwing it on the 
seat. As the driver was about to open the door, Johanson leaned forward one last time 
to Verona's side. He tapped the chrome device, then pulled on the clamps and gave the 
bound female a lecherous kiss on the cheek.
"Happy to oblige...Oh, Vero....your Daddy would have killed me if he knew."
Without looking back, the man stepped out of the car, the door held open by the 
driver, and walked away. The driver looked inside and Verona made one of the arranged 
hidden signals. Nodding, the driver closed the door and drove on.
Ten minutes later, they pulled into a driveway, leading to a wide mansion, Verona 
Neil's home and parked in the garage.
With swift motions, the driver opened the back door and unbuckled the gag before doing 
anything else.
"Good God Miss Neil,...I was about to jolt him two or three times. You should have 
given me the signal. He is a brute."
With a weak voice and hissing of pain when James, her driver, butler and friend 
released her, she answered "He's a brute, all right, and he's a sadist. But he's also 
the senior bank manager at our bank, and owner of our liabilities. He gives us a 
credit line for BILISE because of this trip. What do you think he would have done if 
he had known that you were listening through hidden microphones and that he was 
sitting, literally, on an electric chair?"
Removing the last of the ropes, James Benedict shook his head.
"I don't know if we are doing the right thing? Your father.."
"My father is dead, and I'm the owner and head of an indepted company. Do you think 
I'm too young to make company policies? I'm 24, James. I go independant. I have an MBA 
and OUCH!"
"I am sorry Miss Neil."
He had removed the painful clamps and helped her now to climb out of the car.
"Do you think Johanson as given his approval?"
Verona gave him a knowing smile.
"I'm sure." 
She waved the still closed envelope in her hand.
"Here is the liability-document as well as a new credit line. My father's old company 
is dismantled, all debts paid...and we are starting right now with BILISE.  The  
Bizarre Limousine Services".
