TASKFORCE

TASKFORCE

Part three

A trip to the society that one of his client’s belongs to, the beginning of a long evening.

Chapter Twelve

       Laying her on her back on the flat metal table, her body sponged, shaven, again he massages her bare flesh with a fine coat of scented body oil.  Neck to toes, melding her supple curves, her youthful, firm breasts, he leisurely works her naked body with his fingertips.  A generous amount across her vagina, her rectum, both slightly reddish from the heat of the candle wax, a fresh bath towel, likewise wiping her down, her flawless creamy flesh glistens as he opens the overnight bag to begin dressing her.  Starting with an expensive pair of black mesh silk stockings, sliding them one at a time up across her feet, ankles, above the knees, smoothing, spreading the delicate shear nylons out across her thighs, he aligns the dark hem just a few inches below the folds of her freshly shaven labia.

       The thin hems not unlike perfect black pencil marks running up the back of her legs highlight the perfect alignment of the stockings as he adjusts them to a precise even height.  A cinching stark black corset next, partially leather, partially a fine cloth, sliding it under the small of her back, wrapping the hour glass garment across her bellybutton, he slowly straps the side of the corset together.  Alternately tugging the black draw strings on either side, drawing one side, then the other ever tighter as they crisscross the curves of her waist, the black material contrasting with her milky white flesh leaves just her bare pubic mound, her rounded hips and the tops of her thighs exposed above the stockings.

       Several back and forth adjustments, each time narrowing her already diminutive waist, he watches the curving hem of the top of the corset settle under the arch of her ribcage, force her chest outward, her firm C cup breasts remarkably swelling, actually bulging, separating as her thick cone shaped areolas and nipples stand out from the mounting pressure.

       Gripping both hands around her cinched waist, surprised at how close he come to touching his fingers and thumbs, he guesses the amazing diameter of no more then eighteen, maybe nineteen inches at the most.  A black choker collar next, not the usual, this one curved, sloping up in the front, cupping her chin, forcing her head to tilt slightly back, her face to remain forward, he straps it in place.

       Rolling her over onto her stomach, amused at the sight of her being raised up from the metal slab by her bulging breasts, her head remaining tilted back by the collar, he lifts her arms behind her, begins slipping a single piece bondage sleeve up her arms.  Allowing for the looseness, sliding the black leather upwards between her arms and the back of the corset, he slips the flat leather straps across her shoulders, crisscrosses them behind her neck and fastens them in place on the top of the sleeve.

       Starting at the bottom, tugging the leather drawstrings, he compresses the leather, forces her hands together, her wrists likewise, continues up her forearms.  Tugging tighter, he forces her elbows to draw closer behind her arching back.  Another tug, another twist as the strings tightens and he feels her elbows touching.  Gripping the ends of both strings, leaning his waist against the table, he grunts as he works the strings, forces her shoulders to arch behind her, bow inside the leather sleeve, her torso to arch outward.

       Another tug, another jerk and her sternum flattens against the flat surface, her bulging breasts spreading outward to either side of her bare chest, their inner curves flattening apart across the glistening metal.  Adjusting the binding, the sleeve firmly in place, he turns her over on her back, her enclosed arms.  Laying face up, chin tilted back in the collar, her chest arches upwards, her milky breasts jaunting outward, separating as her pinkish nipples and areolas glisten, standing straight out in opposite directions.

       The final touch for her attire, an eight inch pair of black leather stiletto heels.  Slipped on one foot, the other, their tops just below the defined outline of each calf, he straps them firmly in place.  Finished with that aspect of her preparation, he adjusts a set of straps around her thighs, her waist and just below her breasts.  Adjusting the table, the head rising upward, the foot lowering until touching the floor, her body still slumped back; she’s almost upright as he begins preparing her finishing touches.

       Adept at applying actor’s makeup, long years of working undercover, numerous disguises, he pulls out the old kit, begins with greasing her bleached blond hair severely back.  Starkly stretching and combing it straight back from her forehead, flat against her scalp, he watches as its shade darkens, contrasts with her fair complexion.  Makeup next, going through the kit he works on her face, eyebrows, eyelids, lashes.  He continues sculpting her youthful face into something exotic as he concentrates on his work with bright red lipstick to finish off his work.  Slipping a matching bright red ‘O’ ring between her lips, fastening its black straps behind her neck, he steps back to admire his handiwork.

       Momentarily chuckling to himself, the thought passes through his mind that if anyone saw him doing something like this with makeup and joked about it, he might have to kill ‘em, really.  Checking through the kit, a little rouge for her cheeks, a touch for her slightly welted nipples and areolas from the previous switching, and a tad for her puffy labia folds just to highlight them, she’s ready.

       An ammonia capsule between his fingers, her body already starting to show life, snapping, whiffing it below her nostrils and she coughs, her head twitching as its held firm by the arching collar.  Glancing into her big blue eyes as they dart from side to side, watching her trying to move, to feel her arms, he adjusts the table completely upright.  Watching her barely able to stand in the stilettos as he unfastens the trio of black leather straps, he grips her by the bondage sleeve, leads her away from the table in slow, halting steps.  Walking beside her, guiding her slowly around the room, he watches her ankles wobble in the high heels; her steps awkward.  Stopping, turning her, her breasts jaunt outward, barely swaying toward her sides as she grunts through the ‘O’ ring, her eyes darting toward him as saliva drools from the ring, drips across breastbone.

       Leading her back to the table, turning her back against it, his eyes rivet on hers as he lifts a trio of Japanese clover clamps attached by thin silver chains from his satchel.  Cupping her left tit, slipping the spread clamp deep onto the thick cone of her bruised areola, he releases the gleaming chrome.

       “Oomph!”

       The right breast cupped, the clamp slipped across that slightly swollen nipple, the clamp pressing into the meaty nub, he releases it.

       “Oomph!”

       The third clamp dangling between her thighs from the swaying chain forming a ‘Y’ he pinches her clit, sore and swollen from the molten wax, tugs it out from between the slit of her thighs.  Forcing the clamp open, slipping its tongs across the edges of his fingers, he releases it across her clit.

       “Aaaggghhh!”

       The chrome gleaming, the chains not quite taut, just a hint of swaying, her body arches sideways against the slab of metal as she bends forward, presses her knees together.

       Straightening her by the bondage sleeve, tears trickling off her cheeks, he again forces her away from the table, again to gingerly step around the room.  Grunting with each step, arching forward as the clamps dangle from her crushed nipples, the third clamp partially buried between her puffy labia, he feels her body trembling with each step until she makes her round, stopping again in front of the table.

       Pressing her bound arms against it, tilting it slightly back until it locks in place, he stands beside the table, watches her body twitching, flexing as the chains and clamps glisten under the bright light.

       “Okay… You ready for a night on the town?”  He sarcastically asks as he cups her left breast, squeezes its base, watches the tong on the clover clamp barely spread apart across her bulging nipple.  Releasing it, watching the clamp barrow itself back into her thick nipple, watching her near naked body arching upward, away from the table as she grunts through the ’O’ ring, he smirks. “I’ll take that for a yes!”

       A private club just up state, the one with the clients who’s more then happy to bid on his property when he’s done with them, he’s accepted their invitation to relax for an evening, partake in some of their activities, of course using her, letting her be used to what ever extent they desire, that’s how he got the stunning outfit for her, asked to dress her accordingly.  Glancing at his watch, just a matter of minutes and the limousine will be here.  An eye mask from the satchel, the second to last item of the delivery, her face carefully covered to not mar the makeup; he leads her out of the cell, locking the door behind them with a leather leader leash affixed to the front of the collar, the final item.

Chapter Thirteen

       A couple hour drive, just the pair of them in the back of the stretch limo, all the free refreshments in the open bar, he kills time by playing with her assets.  Some ice across her nipples, a little forced between her spread slit, unclamping, re-clamping the clover clamps across her tortured nipples and clit, he listens to her steady groaning responses as time passes.

       Forced to sit with her legs spread across the leather seat, he finally forces her to spread her hips across his knees while facing forward, to arch upwards and slide her butt cheeks across his erection.  Sliding her up and down on his shaft with his hands across her corset, leisurely mounting one orifice, then the other as the clamps dangle in front of her, he enjoys her tight little body, the complete dominance he has over her as the limo continues through the countryside.

       The gated driveway, the winding manicured entrance to the mansion on the hill, the typical storybook setting to a cheap porno novel, he thinks to himself as the limo passes under the bevy of trees, past the carved hedge caricatures of naked women in obscene poses.  Pulling into the circle leading to the veranda engulfing the main entrance, he’s struck by several marble statues of a similar theme, before catching the view of another pair of bound women, one to either side of the walkway.  Not caricatures but live, sadistically displayed facing one another, his interest perks.

       Stepping from the limo as the driver holds the door, carefully slipping off her mask, leading her out by the leader leash, he allows her to follow awkwardly behind him as they pass the pair of unfortunate, exquisitely made up women.  The one to the left obscenely spread-eagled not unlike his rigging back in the cell, the difference, her head back, her face forced upwards as her mouth’s stretched around a silver tube mounted above her with her vagina also mounted on a similar tube mounted from below.  Her naked body glistens as her obviously enhanced breasts are bound by rows of leather straps forcing them to appear tubular, the dark oval areolas tautly stretched flat to the point of transparency.  Each engorged nipple impaled by a jumbo silver ring, sterling chains in a form of a ‘V’ attached to another ‘O’ ring piercing her elongated clit loops though the rings, a heavy gold weight dangling in front of her chest from each.

       The other woman appears even more painfully bound if possible.  Her feet tiptoeing on her pedestal, her rigidly stretched body’s looped painstakingly symmetrical with silver wire, her flesh bulging from the tight bindings from her neck to her knees as she virtually hangs by her bound fingers and thumbs.  Her breasts also enhanced, the wires crisscross above and below her stud pierced nipples, flattening deeply into her naked breasts across her chest forming rippling mounds as she struggles to breathe.  Similar wires crisscross around and between her thighs, separating the folds of her vulva, exposing her pierced clit, a wire stretching from it downward to loop back up from between her ankles to her outstretched tongue, affixed to a studded piercing in its center.        

       Fascinated in the human artwork, watching their naked bodies quivering, glistening as he hesitates along the walkway while passing by them, he lets his offering get her own eyeful as her classically bound body’s displayed to the open entrance, the group of onlookers milling about the foyer taking an immediate interest.  Glancing back he sees her concern, dread as her head swivels in her collar, briefly locking her eyes with the duller stares of the other two women in their torturous poses.

       One more look back, thinking to himself they obviously deserve their predicaments or they wouldn’t be there, he enters the foyer, again the same typical novel setting.  Handing the end of the leash to the doorman, stepping away as the few become many while surrounding the newest offering, he notices his client off to the side speaking to a not yet middle aged and actually quite attractive woman, immaculately dressed, but somehow his instincts telling him she’s a cunt.  A nod of the man’s head, the woman’s attention also attracted, and he steps over to the pair.

       “What a marvelous petite thing you brought us!”  She nods toward the group in the doorway, the girl in the center.  “I see our outfit accents her body extraordinarily well… And… those titties too!”

       “My gosh!… When do I get her?”  The man nods as he reaches his hand out, a quick, firm shake as he continues to glance at the black leathered girl.  “Is she as young as she looks?”

       “Eighteen… And a few days.”  He quips as he glances back toward her.  “She’ll bring a premium… If you want her.”  His mind already calculating, realizing this is the way to go to get the real cash, he stores the moment in the back of his mind.  A little makeup, some body oil, a sensuous outfit and these perverts will trip over themselves to bid on her.

       “Not to steep… I hope!”  The man adds as he slips his hand from the firm grip.  “Now remember… I’m a good customer!”

       “Oh… I’m sure it will be dear!”  The woman quips… My God… Eighteen year old titties!... And so milky!...  Almost like Ivory… I’m sure after I get a closer, private look… I’m going to be interested in that Trollop!.. I’m just sure you’ll allow me a private inspection… Won’t you dear?”

       “Actually… I’m planning on keeping her a few days.”  He nodes toward the guy, the almost intimidating woman.  Glancing into her eyes, down toward her tits, the supple mounds overflowing her plunging dress line, he glances back up.  A smile on his face, his thoughts are different as he’d just as soon kick her in the ass as look at her, great tits or not.  “Of course… An elegant woman like you?”  He answers with a slight nod while thinking, of course you cunt, your fucking money will spend like all the rest!”

       “How long you planning on keeping her?”  She asks as she nods toward the doorman, waves him over.

       “Don’t know yet I said… I don’t keep a schedule.”  He answers, hiding his irritation as he watches the girl being led through the crowd toward them.  “Couple… Maybe three days.”  Becoming annoyed by the second, the bitch needs to listen or shut the fuck up, he thinks to himself as he adds.  “Then I’ll let everyone know.”

       The leash handed to the woman; she glances over the girl’s glistening body, her milky flesh contrasting with the black leather and lace, the silk stockings and black stilettos.  “Quite pretty… Turn around dear.”  The woman orders in a pleasant, yet somehow also unpleasant tone as her eyes fixate on the gleaming clover clamps burrowing into the puckered nipples.  “Let me get a good look at you in all that splendor!”

       Awkwardly turning, her firm breasts tugged downward by the chained clamps, her knees press together, her inner thighs engulfing much of the third clamp.  A slight drool from the ‘O’ ring, a glistening trail between her outspread breasts, her head remains slightly raised as her chin rests in the curved cup pressing upward beneath her chin.

       Slipping the back of her fingers across the rounded globular mounds, letting the clamps jiggle, the chains dance across her torso, the woman runs her fingers down the outside curve of the corset.  Hour glass form, the black corset fitting like a glove, she drops her fingers lower, brushes the bottom clamp, flicks the puffy tip of the nub protruding from the pressing tongs.

       “Delicious!”  She smiles as she glares into the pale blue eyes staring upward toward the ceiling.  “Good enough to eat!”

       “Don’t’ know about eating her.”  He glances toward the woman; quips as he gives the girl’s right breast a firm squeeze, again puffing out the already swollen nipple.  Fucking dyke, again he thinks as he pictures the two of them naked, munching. “I can tell you that her pussy’s tight though… And that ass will ride a cock too!”  Seeing the disgusted look on the woman’s face, getting satisfaction pissing her off, he’s pleased with himself, the vision now of him being between them, sucking one’s tits while fucking the other.  Actually this long without a fucking cigarette, she’s lucky he doesn’t punch her in the damn face, tie her big ‘ol titties in knots, shut her the fuck up.

       “I don’t think we need to be so graphic… Do we?”  The woman attempts to admonish him.  “We do try to be civil in my house.”

       “Really?”  He nods, glances toward the reddening face of the man, catching the gleam in his eye, obviously enjoying someone having the nerve to stand up toward her.  Not needing much coercing, he adds.  “You don’t own this place then?”

       “Well… Of course I do!”  The indignant tone obvious.  “Why’d you say that?”

        “Then I guess what the fuck’s outside doesn’t count huh?... You know… The bitches strapped naked along the sidewalk?”  He smirks as the other man turns his head, listens.  “Now that’s fucking civil!... Isn’t it?”

       “I… I think you should leave now.”  She scolds, her tone now somehow lacking the sternness, the sense of power.  “Those… Those are… Are what our society is about… The… The erotic….”

       “I leave!”  He cuts her off.  “This young piece of ass you’re so hot for leaves with me!”  He smiles, hand in his pocket, almost crushing the full pack of Marlboros.  “Up to you lady!... And you can forget any chance of getting any of her.”

       “Okay… Okay!”  She whispers, nods toward the others starting to watch, listen.  “It’s… It’s okay.”  She waves toward the crowd.  “Let’s take her in my room… The master bedroom… Okay?”

       “Sure!”  He nods, the leash in his hand.  “Go ahead… We’ll follow!”  His mind in overdrive, he’s enjoying his charade.  He doesn’t like the cunt, but maybe he’ll be sticking his dick in her too, make a deal right there in her bedroom, maybe slap her tits around a little too, to seal the deal.  He’s always wondered what it’d be like to fuck a dyke!

End Part Three