Pizza Man

PIZZA MAN

a JEP story

Chapter 3 : A Ride in a Convertible Should Be Enjoyable – Right ?

He returned a few hours later. She was still completely washed out from her shocking experience and it was written all over her face and body. As he entered she noticed that he was carrying some type of white cloth in his hands. The battery charger still sat menacingly near her, its alligator clips seemingly crying out for meat – her meat! He walked up to her and, surprisingly, released the bindings that held her to the wall. Gratefully, he had first removed the tub of piss and shit from beneath her. She was grateful because she collapsed straight downward and would have surely fallen directly into the mess. She lay in a heap at his feet. She looked up and saw his hairy balls and semi-erect dick waving above her. It smelled.

He dropped the cloth on top of her and said, “Put this on.”

She unfolded it and saw that it was the smallest, sheerest T-shirt she had ever seen. She knew it wouldn't fit but she looked at the charger and knew she must not defy him. She pulled and tugged and finally got it over her head and shoulders. When she hand finally slipped her arms through the armholes she noted that it came to just below her nipples. The bottom halves of her tit orbs were completely uncovered. The shirt was incredibly tight and molded itself to the contours of her upper tits. The shirt was sleeveless. For all practical purposes it was useless as a shirt. It served only to enhance her bounteous boobs. She looked up at him with a quizzical look. He told her were going for a ride in his convertible. He said “If you make a sound, or, if you try to escape, I will kill you!” She had no doubt that he was serious.

She asked, “But I don't have a bottom?”

He replied, “What exactly is your point you stupid bitch!”

He moved toward the leads on the battery charger and she knew not to pursue this. He told her to walk in front of her to the door. As she walked ahead of him with her shoulders slumped; Ed's gaze went immediately to her ass. It was the first good view he had been able to get of her bare ass. It was a fantastic butt! He realized that there's nothing quite so perfect as a teenage ass. It was firm, rounded, perfectly shaped, and it jiggled just the right amount with each step. In her stupor she did not notice that he was carrying a couple of strange looking rods. He took one of them, rammed it into her ass crack and pressed a button. She immediately felt the “benefits” of an electric prod. The current shot into her ass and staggered her. Having just undergone a ferocious electric treatment, she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her hands immediately went behind her to try to protect her vulnerable behind. At this, he reached around her and rammed both prods directly into the center of her nipples. Two currents immediately invaded her tit meat and she was devastated. She fell to the floor in total collapse from yet another invasion of electricity.

As she lay there, he produced a hypodermic needle and rammed it into the muscle of her arm. He told her this was a muscle relaxer that would make it impossible for her muscles to react quickly and with decisiveness. Yet, she would still have an awareness of everything that was taking place. Her eyes looked blankly at him as she realized now that she felt as though she were moving through a pool of molasses. He assisted her to her feet and together they walked through the door. Her boobs bounced nicely beneath the tight, sheer T-shirt.

She found the door led to a garage in which was parked a beautiful, red Mustang convertible. The passenger's seat was slightly reclined and in its rear-most position. Ed easily lifted her up over the door and plopped her into the seat. Then he reached down and took hold of two chains that were anchored to the floor. They had steel bands on the ends and he secured these around her ankles. She could not now exit the car. She was laying back, stretched out, her body completely visible from the bottom half of her tits to her captive ankles.

He pressed a button on the dash and a huge bolt of electricity shot through the chains, into her body. She screamed as he explained this was to encourage her to obey him completely. He then captured her knees with two straps he had put into the car. These forced her to spread her legs wide open. Her bald pussy was now easily seen as her pussy lips peeked out demurely. He told her that anyone driving up from behind would see her bald head and assume she was a male. However, as they pulled even to the low-slung convertible they would have a good view of her body. Her eyes widened as she realized she would be completely open and available to anyone's stares.

She wondered if someone would report them to the police. He sensed her thoughts and told her not to worry, this was a well-known “hippie” area and people would assume she was just another free spirit. She tried to speak but realized the hypo had all but paralyzed her vocal cords. He raised the garage door, got in the car and out they went for their ride. It was a clear, sunshiny day. She liked the feel of the air blowing on her almost naked body but she was devastated at the realization of the display she would be making. Soon, he was cruising down the interstate, a spacious multi-lane highway.

He drove in the middle lane, five miles an hour under the speed limit. The first vehicle to pass them on the right was a van full of college students. They had, indeed, assumed the bald head was a male. Then, as they passed, one of them looked down and saw the bouncing boobs and the wide-open pussy. He immediately secured the attention of his buddies and they all crowded to the side windows for a good look. She wanted to somehow cover up but he had told her that her hands must stay at her side. The driver of the van careened off the road and almost lost control completely. He regained control of his vehicle and quickly assumed the position by her side. The boys now had the windows open and were calling out horrible explanations of things they would like to do with the beautiful, shaven cunt. Ed suddenly pressed on the brakes, slowed down, and the van had passed them.

The next vehicle was a big truck rig. The driver instinctively looked down and got a view of the most beautiful bitch he had ever seen. His eyes widened and he began running his tongue over his lips so she could see his interest. She was horrified and wished she could do something to cover up. She tried to tense her chest muscles to keep her big tits from bouncing so much. This backfired and only served to make them more interesting as they bounced with muscles showing. Finally the truck driver had to move on as traffic began piling up.

For the next thirty minutes it was a continuous show of men ogling her as the wind blew over her exposed body. The worst was when a truck with two lesbians pulled up beside her. One of them stuck her head out the window until she was almost hanging over the convertible at seventy miles an hour. She actually began spitting on Carol and the saliva ran down her stomach and into the exposed cunt.

When he had enough he pulled into a truck stop up to a self-service pump. Men walked by and gazed at her. Finally a group of them was circled around the convertible as Ed filled the car with gas. They made obscene comments and even offered Ed money for a poke at her. She tried to shrink into herself but she could do nothing. Men reached in and groped her and her tits felt like a melon at a grocery store. Her pussy was still sore from the knee that had been driven to it earlier and she jumped every time a hand gripped her cunt. However, even worse than the groping, was the fact that her pussy was getting wet from all of the attention. Pussy juice was forming and leaking out of her cunt. The car seat was black leather and soon an obvious pool of her love fluid could be seen between her legs. One of the men who saw it reached down, swabbed his index finger through the liquid, and swallowed it eagerly. He licked his lips with a satisfying smack as he swallowed the essence of her sex. She wanted to die at the thought that a complete (and ugly) stranger had such availability to her most private juices.

Finally Ed grew tired of the game and he began the trip home. It was a good day. However, that was his opinion – not Carol's. Fluids were still escaping from her pussy and coagulating beneath her bare butt. She was trying to figure out what the hell was happening to her senses? She had been tortured and abused. She had been mocked. She had been an object of derision. She had been poked and prodded. And, yet, her body was responding to some strange animal urges. She had agreed to any sex acts he wanted but she had no guilty conscience about this. The torture she had endured justified any agreements she succumbed to.

“What the hell was next?” she wondered.

Then he told her to get up on her knees in the seat, facing the rear. The chains that secured her ankles were just long enough to allow this configuration. He told her to lean back so that her arms were draped over the back of the seat. Her tits were mashed, straddling the headrest. This forced them down and out from under her tight T-shirt. He took the seat belt and fastened it securely around the backs of her calves. She was now locked in position, her tits waving on each side of her torso, her ass facing the front of the convertible, in line with a level slightly above the windshield. He began driving down the highway at a comfortable seventy miles an hour. The wind was whistling over her wet pussy and her ass hole. Oddly, it was a good feeling! As they met cars, drivers were astounded at this beautiful ass coming toward them. Drivers behind, lingered to get a good view of the huge tits.

She heard a single clicking sound. It was familiar but she couldn't place it. She heard another sound of something like metal rubbing against metal. Then her right ass cheek felt as though it were exploding! The bastard had driven a cherry-red cigarette lighter directly into the meat of her right ass cheek! She tried to scream but the drug had still made her vocal cords ineffective. Now the wind was blowing firmly against the new burn and this served to exasperate the pain even more. She was so involved in this new pain that she didn't hear the repetition of the previous sounds. But, she did feel the repetition of the pain as he gave her a matching circular burn on the other cheek. Tears were dripping from her eyes on to the tiny back seat. Even worse, her nipples were erect and more juice was flowing from her pussy, down her legs, and on to the leather seat. She was screaming silently! He drove merrily down the road as though it was normal to have a wonderful butt beside him, waving hello to everyone he met.

Ed turned on the radio to an oldies station. It was playing Tina Turner's “Proud Mary”. Soon Ed was tapping his finger on the “shock” button to the beat of the music. With every tap a wave of electricity would fly through the chains securing Carol and on into her body. She jumped at every beat. Soon the music was picking up the tempo and Carol's proud body was jumping like a puppet on a string. Her tits were now falling free behind the seat back and beating against the leather. She was screaming but her words were whisked away in the wind.

Now the music had changed and was playing the BeeGee's “Staying Alive”. Ed continued to beat out the rhythm and now the cycles of electricity were almost endless through her body. He had faded the music so that all of it was coming through the rear speakers of the Mustang. Carol was beside herself in pain and trauma.

Somehow her brain registered enough to think, “My God I'm going to be electrocuted while listening to fucking disco music!”

She thought that surely this must be what hell was like. On top of the pain and music was the knowledge that her bare ass was waving merrily at everyone they met and her marvelous tits were on display for everyone to see who was following them. And, sure enough, there was a long line of cars behind them as gawkers tried to get a glimpse of this incredible sight. While all of this was going on, Ed reached behind his seat and found a funnel he had used to pour various fluids in to the high performance engine. Without any warning, he jammed the funnel into Carol's ass. She screeched as she felt the strange metal intrusion in her rectum. Then he reached down to the door pocket and found the mace that he kept there in case of an attempted car jacking. He quickly began spraying the entire contents of the mace into the wide end of the funnel. As it flowed in to her tender tissues, Carol was beside herself with pain. Her guts were on fire! She was screaming now and her ass was bumping up and down, waving the funnel in the air. Onlookers were entranced as they thought her movements were part of some strange exhibitionist act. Meanwhile, Ed was trembling. He was trembling at the knowledge of his vulnerability.

If he passed a cop or if someone called 911, he was dead meat! He finally turned on to a side road, kicked the five-liter mustang to its maximum speed and left everyone behind. He returned to his garage like Batman returning to the Bat Cave. Carol was grateful to be in the enclosed space of the garage. She was grateful to finally have the shock treatment come to an end. She lay draped across the back of the car seat, completely spent. Her ass was burning inside her! The funnel still waved in the air. She was begging for relief! She promised anything! She described the most despicable acts she could think of and assured him she would do them all. Unfortunately, at her young age, her thoughts of despicable acts could not even begin to approach his thoughts of levels of degradation.

He got out of his side of the car, walked over to hers, grabbed her by the hips and repositioned her so the funnel in her ass was pointing straight up. She screamed at his touch as her guts were still on fire! He then took a gallon jug of windshield fluid and began pouring it into the funnel. Her ass began filling with the blue liquid and it made a strange mix with the mace chemical. The mix was not pleasant! She had thought her guts were on fire before! Now they were burning at a level that she couldn't even imagine. Plus, she was bloated to a horrible degree and cramps were overwhelming her. Ed quickly removed the funnel and replaced it with the handle of a screwdriver. The handle of the tool served as a quite competent butt plug. She was locked up with the awful stuff sloshing inside of her. Now she was screaming unintelligible sounds. She wanted to pass out but her brain would not give her the benefit of that release.

Ed released the chains around her ankles, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She screeched like a banshee as her bloated stomach fell onto his shoulder. He carried into his special room and dropped her in a heap on the floor. She rolled around, moaning, grabbing at her lower abdomen, and trying to find relief for her guts. There was no relief. He had reduced her to a ball of human pain with great tits and a wonderful ass!

As she rolled on to her back the screwdriver handle in her ass was driven even further until just the tip of the blade was peeking out from her butt crack. She was begging now – promising anything and everything! He grabbed her by an ankle, dragging her over to the tub. He hoisted her up until, even though still scrunched in two, her great ass was hanging over the edge of the tub. He then reached beneath her, grabbed the blade of the screwdriver and ripped it from her body. She squealed an even higher pitch sound as blue fluid mixed with watery brown shit cascaded into the tub. Her tender tissues were screaming for mercy. He gave her a garden hose and told her to stick the nozzle up her ass if she ever wanted to get rid of the pepper spray in her butt. She didn't hesitate and didn't worry about any damage from the copper nozzle. She reached between her legs and slammed it into her young ass hole. He turned on the hose full force and water gushed into her guts, finally cleansing her of the awful chemical that was in her. She felt lower than an animal. She cared not for shame or respectability. She only wanted relief from the devastation that was being wrought to her inner tissues. When she finally removed the nozzle, hordes of water was flowing from her ass.

He told her to remain squatting there as he took the hose and sprayed her completely to remove all remnants of sweat and shit from her body. She screamed anew when the full force of the water hit the two fresh burns on each of her ass cheeks. Yet, she had learned something. She didn't move but stayed in the position he had ordered. When he finally finished she looked up at him with questioning eyes.

He said, “It's time to fuck!”