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 then right, 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 indebted company.
Do you think
I’m too young to make company policies? I’m 24, James. I go independent.
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”.
