TASKFORCE

TASKFORCE

Part 14

Chapter 36

The first few days interesting to say the least, besides watching Demi being worked out between exhibiting her sexual prowess with him, he’s found the Mistress also quite pleasant sexually.  And, he’s heard Althea and Ariel’s been a real pleasant surprise, especially when being used in a hot fucking threesome, they’ve come a long way in learning to satisfy men, and women.  So far, the only fly in the ointment so to speak has been the Mistresses’ problems with the arrogant, well connected asshole from the Ukraine who seems to overindulge sadistically with the sub missives, especially with American girls.  Inflicting pain and humiliation seeming not to be enough, he wants to go over the edge, wanting to maim and even worse with almost every visit, which has been nearly nightly for over a week.

Having a serious discussion with the Mistress, it’s been decided it’s time to protect the company’s investments from him, but with the Bolshevik’s influence, in a way not to include the society’s knowledge or to do it on the grounds.  Anyway, in the next few minutes he’ll be facing the motherfucker face to face as he’d already scheduled a session with the young American cousins that began some time ago.

Walking down the hall toward one of the last cells, its door shut but not bolted, he hears the sounds of the girl’s screeches echoing off the walls as he steps in front of the doorway, watches through the barred slot.  Both the girls’ naked, elbows above their heads, their wrists are cuffed crisscrossed behind their necks to wide, black leather chocker collars.  Perspiring, their glistening thighs, pubic areas are already discolored, bruised as they face off in front of each other as the burly Russian holds a thick strap in his fist between them.

“Harder bitch!”  His voice gruff as he scowls toward Ariel before glancing back toward Althea.  “And you… Spread those fucking legs apart wider… Push that pussy out and stand still!” Glancing toward the door, the unexpected visitor, he practically ignores the intrusion as he flicks the strap backhanded, forehanded.  ‘Thwack!... Thwack… Thwack!’ 

“Oomph!... Oomph… Fuck!”  Ariel’s grunt’s barely audible as she grits her teeth, the strap curling back and forth across her flattening breasts as she twists, bows forward unable to protect her exposed discolored melons, but then again, she’s the tough one.

“Kick that bitch’s cunt… And hard!”  He scowls as he points the strap toward the other girl’s trembling thighs pressing outward.  “Do it!... Now!”

Shaking her head, twisting her hips, Ariel kicks outward with her left leg, the top of her foot sinking into the puffy flesh between her cousin’s thighs. ‘Smack!’

“Aaaggghhh!”  Lifting upwards onto her tiptoes, shaking her head back and forth as her hair flails across her bowing shoulders, Althea’s knees twist together as she bends forward, her bruised breasts swaying beneath her.

“The tits now…. Quick, those tits again… Now!.... Hard, kick em hard!”  He screams in his strong accent, swinging the strap again backhanded.  ‘Thwack!’

“Oomph!”  Another flattening smash of the wide leather against her bruised shoulders and Ariel grunts from that blow as she quickly obeys, lunges forward kicking her right leg upwards toward her cousin’s chest.  ‘Thwack!’

“Humph!”  Falling backwards, slamming against the wall from the force of Ariel’s foot slamming into her swaying breasts, Althea slips, sprawls across the floor on her side, mumbles. “Ohhh!…. Oh God that hurts!... So bad!... Oomph!”

“Kick that bitch’s cunt now… Go ahead bitch… Kick it… And keep kicking it!”  Again screaming as he lunges toward Ariel, the strap flails, curling first across her naked breasts, then her bare back, then beneath her up stretched arms, flattening her bruising breasts again.  ‘Thwack… Thwack!... Thwack!’

Jerking, twisting, she can’t ward off the blows battering her already bruised breasts, her scraped back as she kicks her left foot outward between Althea’s spread legs, the top of the foot sinking into the tender flesh of her swollen vagina.  ‘Thump!’  Her leg rearing back, lunging forward, another kick, and another.  ‘Thump……… Thump!’  Kicking back and forth, the third kick the harshest; she slips and falls on the floor herself.

The hulking man sweating, quickly kneels, almost frantically grabs her by the back of her head, twists her hair as he slashes the strap downward between her legs, her swollen bare vagina.  ‘Thwack!... Thwack!’  Twisting her naked body over onto her backside, gripping the strap in both hands, he jerks it around her throat twisting, tugging.  “Bitch… Fucking bitch!.... I said kick the shit out of her fucking cunt!”

“Times up!... Times up!”  Yelling, jerking the door open, lunging toward the madman, he grabs the strap around Ariel’s chocker collar, the man’s wrist.  “Fucking time’s up!”

Glaring, the whites of his eyes completely surrounding his glazed pupils, spittle flicking from his mouth, the Bolshevik shouts back.  “Fuck you asshole!... Get the fuck out of here or I’ll fucking use this on you too!”

Gripping the strap tighter, feeling the strength of the obviously over the edge madman, glaring straight back into his black eyes, pissed himself, he emphatically orders in his coldest tone.  “Let go… Now!… Or I’ll ram this fucking strap down your Russian throat and yank it out your goddamn asshole!”

Silence, except for the girl’s whimpering, the men’s eyes lock as the Russian’s body trembles in rage.  Obviously never spoken to like that by anyone before, staring back like a frothing dog, his fists remains tight on the strap, his fingers twitching.

Staring him down, figuring another couple seconds and if the bastard makes the wrong move, fuck the chateau, the society, his fucking thumbs are going straight in the cocksucker’s eye sockets and jerking back out with a pair of squashed Russian eyeballs.  The adrenaline flowing, actually deep down kind of hoping for the worst, he senses the bastard backing down, the slightest of a twitch in his angry expression.

Letting his fingers flex, releasing the strap from the girl’s wheezing throat, the Russian slumps slightly back, face flushed with still the bad ass glare as he points a trembling finger, angrily mumbles.  “The next time you interfere… I fuck you up… Bad.”

Nodding with a slight grin, even a smirk, using more restraint then he even knew he had, thinking to himself the next time the fucking coroner’s going to be needed for a goddamn dead Bolshevik, he also leans back.  “Go get your fucking money back for tonight… This was on the house.” He speaks, slowly standing with the strap in his hand.

Also standing, a smirk on his face as he towers above whom he realizes is a fucking crazy American, he scowls.  “I fucking expected that!... You ain’t doing me no damn favor… Tomorrow I get this shit straight… You won’t interfere again when I use these sluts!”  Glaring toward the girls, he mumbles.  “I’m here for two more days and I’ll be back tomorrow… For sure!... And you’re both going to really pay the price for his fucking arrogance!... You’ll see who’ll protect you then!”

“If you come back… You have my word you can do whatever you want with whoever you want!”  He instigates the Russian, still glaring into the black eyes knowing he won’t be coming back.

Slowly walking past the open door, the Russian passes through the hallway, leaving the room behind, obviously pissed.  The girls leaning against the wall, bruised, drenched in their perspiration, both wide eyed from the threat, they remain virtually motionless as he unbinds their restraints, collects the collars and cuffs.  “Go to your rooms and clean up… And don’t worry… He won’t be coming back.”  He instructs as he stands, waits for them to get up, leave the room ahead of him.  Watching both hobbling, holding their hands down in front of their thighs, he sullenly adds.  “I’ve got some business to attend to now.”  Following them up the stairs to the submissive wing, letting both in their rooms, he makes sure he leaves the chateau before the Bolshevik; they’re both going to be meeting again tonight if the address the Mistress already gave him is correct.

Chapter 37

Waiting in the lakeside cottage, the Russian’s private getaway for visiting the Chateau, listening to the grandfather clock ticking back and forth, he glances around the rustic furniture, the paintings making up the asshole’s idea of his own little world.  Glancing through the bedroom closet, the dresser drawers to kill some time, finding some disgusting sex toys, the pervert’s sexual tendencies appear to swing both fucking ways, even kinkier, he’s literally a cocksucker!  The feeling deep inside returning just as it does back at home as the time approaches, he steps back into the living room area, waiting for the door to open, the motherfucker to step inside, into his private Hell.  Putting off ambushing him, instead wanting to show him just who the real bad ass motherfucker is, he’s going to give the Russian a fighting chance before doing what’s going to be done.

The car’s lights flashing through the curtained windows, the crackling of gravel under the bastard’s car’s tires, and it’s about show time.   The outside darkening as the car lights blink off, the footsteps of a single person steps across the front porch, the key scratching in the lock.  Standing in the middle of the room a few feet from the door as it swings open, he catches the instant glare, the look on the face of the entering man filling the doorway, half of surprise the other half almost of satisfaction as the door swings shut.

“So… What we have here?… A punk ass burglar huh?”  The annoying voice is even more annoying with the asshole accent.  Obviously recognizing his intruder, he smirks.  “Before I call police… I fuck you up!... Real good!”

Still silent he watches the Bolshevik smacking his fist into his other palm as he steps forward.  Thinking to himself, yea, right motherfucker, come and get it, waiting, letting him get just a little closer, the roundhouse’s telegraphed from a mile away with the asshole’s awkward lunge.  Almost too easily ducking the half-ass swing, automatically reverting into the old golden-gloves stance from his teenage years, blocking the blow with his left forearm, he slashes a short, forceful uppercut just beneath the oncoming protruding chin, but instead of a completely closed fist to easily break his fucking jaw, he aims a tad lower with just the tip of the stiff thumb of his clenched right fist, feels the asshole’s larynx crushing around his lethal thumbnail.

A grunting gasp for air, dropping like a rock, or more like a two hundred and forty pound boulder, both the Russian’s hands grasp at his own gurgling throat, the perverted bastard sprawling downward across his knees.  Eyes rolling back in his head, he’s barely able to kneel as he glares wide eyed into the shadows.  Coughing, his eyes twitching, widening, he gasps for air that’s not coming as the intruder steps slowly around him.

“Cocksucker… I’m not some helpless fucking cunt you’re tough enough to brutalize.”  He scolds as he knows he’s only got a few seconds to fuck with the piece of shit.  “You’ve only got seconds left… Just haven’t got enough sense to realize it yet!”  Grabbing him by the hair of his head, twisting it back, he glares into the dark eyes nearly bulging, the look of fear, of horror, just like all the other bad asses just when they realize they’re at the end of the line motherfuckers  and there’s not a goddamn thing they can do about it.  “You punk-ass… One fucking jab and your lard-ass is down there on the fucking floor… And you’re out for the count!”

Glancing around, seeing the phone on the table, grabbing it, dropping it down next to him, he watches as the trembling body slumps over on its side in spasms, blood tracing out both corners of the gasping mouth.  “Here’s the fucking phone… Go ahead and call the police!”  Knowing he can’t as he watches the twitching, also grinning to himself of the irony that he is the fucking police, he adds.  “And… Don’t forget the coroner too…. Asshole!”

Watching the jerking legs, hearing the final gurgling breaths with flecks of blood spewing across the prone body, he feels the surging deep inside again, the excitement, satisfaction of feeling like the kid of years ago, this time in the middle of the squared ring with another motherfucker flat on his back, the startled crowd not knowing how to react, a kid that young wasn’t suppose to be that fucking brutal, even in golden-gloves.  Then again, the sooner you knocked the motherfuckers out, the less you got punched yourself.  The secret though was to get them against the ropes, in the corner so you could pound the hell out of them for awhile before they could finally fall down or have the referee stop the bout. Yea, watching the ringsiders cringe from the blood spraying along with the flailing mouthpiece connected with a couple teeth!  Fucken’ right!   That made all the fucking sense in the world then, still does.

Then again, thinking back to all his youthful activities, seems he was always getting kicked out, his vigor for winning at all costs unappreciated.  After all, there’s that old saying’s, it’s not if you win or lose but how you played the game.  Fuck that, if that was the case, they wouldn’t keep fucking score, would they?!”

Kind of disappointed it only took a single fucking punch, the plan was to really fuck him up, inflict a hell of a lot more pain then that.  Shaking his head while shutting the door behind him, he slips around the side of the cabin and onto the Triumph Bonneville T120 C motorcycle he rode in on from the chateau’s garage, as they say, an oldie but a goody.  Coasting around the parked Saab 900, then on out the gravel driveway, putting on his black helmet he rides off into the darkness thinking that back in the states he’d be riding a real motorcycle, his Harley Night Train.  But invigorated, thinking it’s about time he can have one of his Marlboros, it’ll still be a few minutes as he realizes he can’t be leaving any fucking butts behind; besides, this little favor should be getting him another piece of ass as soon as he gets back to the vineyard.  Fuck, let the cousins heal up for a couple days and he’ll find out personally how good they are in a threesome.      

End Part 14