TASKFORCE

TASKFORCE

Part Eight

Chapter Twenty-Five

       Leaving the chamber, the slowly revolving wheel with its naked, bowed back female cargo, first he adjusts the lever to sporadically deliver its jolting electrical charge.  Now she may complete several rotations without a jolt, then again maybe back to back, and to back on consecutive rotations.  Physically just a little less stressful with the current passing through her pinned, banded breasts not as often, mentally it’s a whole different story, she never knows, just frantically anticipates the worst.  A couple hours, maybe a little more, she should be getting into the right frame of mind for an interrogation about the whereabouts of her husband, but then again if not, who gives a fuck right now, it’s fun watching her body respond to the electrode’s.

       Just entering the hallway, a servant approaching him, he’s asked to see his new partner upstairs in the foyer.  A flight of stairs, another hallway and he’s in the familiar area of the first visit just days before.  The woman alone, she dismisses the servant, leaving just the two of them to themselves as he incredulously glances her over.

         Perfectly made up, her shinning hair combed severely back to form into a tight bun, she stands by the well stocked bar, refreshment in hand.  A sheer graphite toned chiffon nightgown, plunging neckline to the navel, slits up both thighs, her sensuous tanned silhouette’s highlighted by the room’s incandescent wall lighting behind her.  At least six inch stilettos, her calves, thighs ripple as she turns, faces toward him.    

       “See something you like?”  She asks, her eyes piercing, her red lipstick punctuating her full lips.  Breasts firm but swaying, virtually exposed, her dark eyes darting toward him, back toward the various bottles, then toward a monitor in an open wall closet shelf, she nearly whispers.  “Something you want?... Really like to have?”  She adds as she steps toward him, her half drained refreshment cupped in both hands, her moist lips glistening from a couple sips of the swirling contents as she flirtatiously puckers her lips, rolls the tip of her tongue back and forth across them while lowering her eyes toward his crotch.

       Glancing toward the monitor, a sharp image on the forty-two inch screen of the abducted mom slowly revolving, crystal clear even through the steamy background, he nods, shrugs.  “How long you been watching?”

       “Oh… I don’t know… Maybe the whole thing… Maybe while you penetrated every orifice… It was all so fast, I guess you had a problem pacing yourself.”  She smiles as she steps even closer.  “Maybe every quick thrust of that cock of yours!.. What is it Nine… Ten inches?”

       Glancing down toward his crotch, again back at her with a stoic expression, he answers.  “Don’t know… Never measured it… But… You know, you should have an idea, from the first time I was here, remember?”  Watching her eyes, her expression, he adds.  “All I do know is… It’s always a tight fit… Except when it was in your mouth that first night here.”

       A momentary glare, another nod downward, she almost rasps.  “Yes… To close the deal on my new girl you brought… You drove a hard bargain… You were such an asshole that night… You know that, don’t you?”

       “Yeh!”  He answers as he reaches, takes the glass from her hand, chugs the last remaining liquid.  “Sounds just like me.”  He smirks as he shakes his head with a frown.  Tastes like fucking hell, must be cheap shit, he thinks to himself as he continues to spar, starring straight into her piercing clear eyes, the eyeliner, makeup perfectly highlighting the coldness of the window to her soul.  “And you were obviously a cocksucker!... Right?... Now… Know how to make a screwdriver?”

       Another brief stare, a glare even, she half smirks as she turns toward the bar while slowly shaking her head back and forth, momentarily at a loss for words, obviously not use to being around such a condescending, yet so fucking self assured asshole.  “Of course… Wouldn’t you know that’s the kind of drink someone with your cultural background would want?”  She fights back with her insults.  “Not a fine wine, like a Petrus you just gulped down like a peasant.”  She scolds as she lifts the empty wine glass.  “Or God forbid a Romanee Conti!”  She adds as she points to another of her expensive, but to her quite affordable collection.  “How about… Now let’s see… How would you ask me?... Let’s think real hard!”  She scornfully smirks, tilts her head, a hand on her thrust out hip as her shoulders arch back exposing the near perfect globular mounds barely concealed by the stretching, sheer gown.  In a nearly comical mimic, she mutters.  “Got a fucking orange juice and vodka… Bitch!”  Another glare, proud of her insult to drop him down a peg, she waits for his reaction, her eyes now doing the staring back into his, and his irritating who gives a fuck expression.

       A shrug, stepping closer to her, he smirks.  “That stuff you just drank any different then some Mogan David cheap shit?... You could save some of your money… Tastes the same to me.”

       “You are disgusting!”  She hisses as she reaches across the bar for anything resembling vodka.  “I guess you want ice too?”

       Stepping even closer, almost against her as she’s facing the bar, he answers.  “Actually… I was thinking more of something else… Like… How about a grudge fuck later!”

       “What?”  She briskly turns, their faces just inches apart, her breasts swaying, the left nipple flipping out above the plunging hemline, tantalizingly brushing across his shirt.  “A… A what?”

       “That’s when two people who don’t like each other… Actually if more like us… Loathe each other…”

       “I know!... I mean… I know what a grudge fuck is, asshole!”  She scowls as their eyes lock, the palm of her hand flattening against, shoving her breast back beneath the sheer material.  “How dare…”

       Gripping her waist, pulling her toward him, he feels her breasts pressing against his chest as he grips her wrist with his other hand, jerks it away from her gown.  Pressing his lips against hers, pulling her closer with his hand slipping down across her buttocks, he releases her wrist, grips the fullness of her left breast as he feels her lips parting, her tongue hesitantly pressing against his.  Feeling her feigning a struggle, a weak struggle at best, the thought passes though his mind he’s finally going to get his chance to fuck a dyke!... A good looking one at that, even if she is a bitch!

       Pushing her against the side of the bar, feeling her teeth more then nibbling on his lower lip, he twists his hand into a fist, his gripping fingers digging into her bared breast.  Shoving, bending her flat across the bar on her back, between the expensive bottles of wine, the liquor rattling, clanking together, he shoves his thighs against hers, reaches up, cups her wrists, drags them up over her head.

       Staring into her eyes, feeling her thighs spreading apart on their own, her bared breasts thrusting upwards, the puckering nipples quivering just below his face, he smiles at her reaction, her obvious anticipation, then pulls his head back.  Their lips parting as she grunts, arches her back, cranes her neck, her face following his with her eyes closed, she’s obviously ready to fuck, right here on the liquor bar.  Her eyes opening, almost glazing, her lips parting as her breasts spread apart, her pubic mound grinding against his, her body trembles as he lifts back, releases her wrists.  “You going to make me that screwdriver now?”  Lifting her up from the bar, jerking her gown closed across her swaying breasts, taking a step back he thinks to himself that her look could flat out fucking kill.

       Obviously somewhat dumbfounded, then pissed, her flesh glistens, turns a crimson shade as she glares, squints at him, momentarily speechless, until. “You motherfucker!… You… You illiterate bastard!”  Grabbing a bottle off the bar, he ducks as it sails past his head, smashes across the doorframe.

       “That’s not a screwdriver… Is it?”  He smirks after he ducks, then lunges toward her, flattens her across the carpeted floor as he lands on top.  Again stretching her arms above her head, sliding his legs between hers, forcing her hips apart, he feels her body arching upwards against his, her breasts flattening, spreading beneath him.  Her head flipping back and forth as he presses his face against hers, the grunts loud, angry, now she’s perfect for that grudge fuck!

       Hearing the door opening behind them, jerking his head back and to the side, he sees a couple servants entering the doorway, hesitating.  “What the fuck you want?”  He scowls, pissed at their uncalled for rudeness.  “No fucking body called for you assholes.” Turning his attention back to her, her still flushed face, he adds.  “Right?”… Right… Tell ‘em or… ”

       Glaring at him, toward the servants, her chest heaving against his, she rasps.  “Get the fuck out!”  Staring back into his eyes, back toward them, she again rasps.  “Out… Out now!... I’m okay… I’ve got him under control!... I said get out… Now!”     

         A deep breath, staring into her piercing eyes, he hears the door shutting behind them as he forces her legs a little wider apart.  “Under control huh?”  He smiles as he stretches her arms even higher and wider by her wrists.  Rising himself slightly upward, her breasts flattening toward her sides, he glances down toward her hardening nipples, her firm melons glistening beneath his chest as he feels his cock pulsing in his trousers. 

       “You’re an animal!...  An insane animal you bastard… Now!... You finally going to fuck me now or just take a nap?”  She almost whispers as she stares into his eyes, her body perspiring under his, their scents mixing as her body relaxes back into her spread-eagled position on the thick carpet.

       Kneeling up onto his knees, standing, he watches her eyes again squint, her evil stare return as her body noticeably tenses.  “Wooo!”  He smiles.  “Just getting out of these clothes!… Slip that useless gown off too unless you want it ripped off!”

       Her expression changing, a fake girlish pout, she whispers.  “Ohh my!… What if I don’t want too?… What else you going to do?... Punish me?”

       Pants on the floor, shirt slipped over his head, shoes kicked off, he kneels back down between her spread legs, glances toward the monitor, shakes his head.  “Well then, I guess I’ll just go back down there and fuck her instead!”

       Another frown, she rasps.  “You are a fucking asshole!”  Turning her head, now really pouting, she jerks at her gown, tugs it up across her shoulders, her head.  “Now… Happy jerk?”

       Looking down across her naked body, incredible, spread out, the gown tugged up, disheveled under her head, partially covering her arms, he is, more then happy.  This rich dyke, a Dominatrix, ruthless, always under control is now pouting like a schoolgirl, but with a strippers body, and she’s wanting his cock, submitting, even trying to act sexy.  Fuck, goddamn, this really could get interesting.

       Leaning over her, feeling his cock sway, slip between her thighs as he practically lies across her, the head of his shaft slapping across her labium, the moist sensitive lips parting as his thickening cock finds the groove, slips partially inward, gently scrapes across the nub of her swelling clit.  Locking his eyes with hers, her chest being arched upwards toward his as he penetrates the moist orifice with just the swelling head’s tip, her clit pressed inward under it, she again moans.  Hesitating, slowly, gently sliding in another couple inches, she grunts louder as her body twitches, her hips scrapping against the thick carpet.  Watching her reflexively lick her lips, her eyes now just a tad milky, fixed, he slips in another inch or so, lifts his hips, presses his swollen shaft upward against her pubic bone, compressing her thickening clit, lifting her upward causing another responsive moan.  The feel of her thrusting vagina firm and tight, her breasts pressing, scraping across his chest, the hardened nipples almost massaging, invigorating, he enjoys drawing her sexual responses out; forcing her to respond to a man’s cock mounting her, impaling her.

       Lowering his head, letting his lips brush across her ear, his tongue gently flicks across her earlobe as he hears her sigh, smells the perfume traced across her neck.  A nibble of her ear as he slides another couple inches inward, feeling the moist, glove like grip of her vagina walls pulsing, consuming his cock, he again barley lifts upward on his knees, lifts her trembling hips upward with his thick throbbing shaft pressing, flattening her engorged clit between her smooth, soft mound, forcing it inward with his stretching foreskin.  A couple more licks of the earlobe, down across the nape of her neck, her body trembles, her breasts swaying beneath his chest now raised above hers as he leans on his elbows, spreads his legs, lifts completely up off her on his bending toes in an almost altered push up position.

       Glancing down into her hazed eyes, the wide pupils, he begins raising, lowering his muscular body, only his cock contacting her responding, twitching  body as his shaft slides inward, completely, his scrotum slapping between her thighs.  His shaft retreating, then in again, out again in a steady pounding rhythm as she moans with each thrust, grunts, presses her breasts upward, trying to force her responding nipples to barely press, slide across his flexing pecks, both bodies glistening, perspiring as they respond in unison.  Her fists clenching, unclenching, her fingernails scrapping, gripping at the floor, her head twisting from side to side, her buttocks quivers against the carpet, bounces, her toes curling, pointing downward as he lifts up, presses down over and over.  Her stomach muscles quivering, flexing, her thighs rippling, her breaths become raspy as the tip of her tongue circles her parting mouth, her lips puckering with each rasping breath as she feels the pit of her stomach churning, her womb tingling while his thick, pulsing shaft continues to impale her again and again.

       Grunting, pumping, his muscles tensing as he drives his cock home, he feels her body spasm beneath him, her hips flinch, flinch again as her moans, groans, become rasping, guttural  grunts.  Grinding her stretching clit back and forth, in and out between his shaft and her pubic mound, keeping her hips lifted off the floor by his rigid cock mounted deep inside her, he feels his own stirring inside, his throbbing cock ready to explode its load.  Keeping in unison, even matching breathes as both bodies quiver, jerk, he rams in as harsh as he can, keeps his throbbing, pulsing shaft buried deep inside her, drives, forces her hips against the floor as her buttocks slides, scrapes across the harsh carpet.

       “Aaaagggh!!... Uuuummmmpphh!!”  Both bodies collapsing together, jerking, twisting, their mouths locking together, their tongues pressing into each others as they continue to rasp for breath, slump across the floor as he rolls onto his side, turning her with him.  His shaft still deeply burrowed between her clenching, trembling thighs as her arms circle his shoulders, her legs gripping his, her ankles locking tightly together.  Panting, groaning, she glances into his eyes through her narrow slits.  Another kiss, even a hug, she lowers and rests her head against his muscular chest, still holds tight like a young, innocent school girl.

       Now that’s a grudge fuck, he thinks to himself as he holds her damp warm body against his, the thought of a Marlboro sounding pretty good too as he holds her in his arms.  Fuck, this is the bullshit part, he thinks.  Have to hold, hug, act like everything’s wonderful, that it was the best sex ever.  Damn, that’s why a fucking blow job’s a hell of a lot more convenient. Ain’t no fucking kissing after that either!”

Chapter Twenty-Six           

         A Marlboro, cruising in the BMW, his thoughts are mostly on his grudge fuck.  Ariel’s mom still stretched on the wheel, at least he was kind enough to unclamp the clover clamp and turn off the juice.  Give the bitch another day and if she stays coherent he can start his interrogation with her.  Again thinking of his new business partner, sure responded to his cock, maybe she’s not just a dyke, probably swings both ways.  Pretty cool for a woman, but then again, a fucking man be like that he should be shot up his asshole with a low grain hollow point twenty-two, take three or for days to fester and die of blood poisoning.

       Flicking the butt out the window, heading for the office to get a copy of the latest missing report, he wonders who took it, nah, no fucking way he grins to himself, no way that young bitch was sent for round two with those people.  Can’t wait to read the report though, see who took it.

       Pulling in the lot, his favorite parking spot taken by the Captain, he parks in the Lieutenant’s spot, fuck him too.  Hitting the code on the back door, entering behind the front desk, he stands and listens to a woman complaining about an incident in the local park.  A couple rookies on the desk, sensing a chance to fuck with someone, the story has all the particulars to create a classic.  The woman mid thirties, a seven, maybe even an eight if you had a couple late night beers, he stands between the seated officers, faces the woman across the desk explaining her complaint.

       Seems a man was rude, possibly exposing something he shouldn’t have been to her as she was sunning herself.  The officers finding it hard to force out the particulars without causing further embarrassment to the lady, they’re having a problem coming up with a charge.  Seizing the moment, he speaks up. “Mam… Excuse me… May I ask a question or two?”

       The officers turning, realizing who’s speaking, the officer to the left not writing the report turns ashen, slowly shakes his head.

       The woman nodding waits for the questions as she wonders who the plain clothes officer is.  “He’s… He’s a superior… He’ll… He’ll ask the questions now.”  The officer to the right nods.

       “Okay Mam… You were sunbathing in the park… Correct?”

       “Yes… In the park.”

       “Where you clothed?”

       “What… Well yes … Yes of course.”  She answers, her face already beginning to flush.

          “Bathing suit?”

       “Well… Well a one piece… Nothing revealing.”  She answers, glances at the other two officers.

       “Not a bikini… A thong… Not topless?”  Asked with a straight face, arms crossed as the officer on the left lowers his head, acts as if he’s answering a phone that’s not ringing.

       “Wha… What… Topless?... No… No sir… I… I wouldn’t think of that!”  She answers half angrily, half embarrassed.  “I’m here to report some…”

       “Okay Mam… Take a breath… Relax… Just for the report.”

       Nodding her head, visibly upset, taking a breath, she waits for the next question, her hands gripped in front of her.

       “Okay Mam… He sort of exposed himself if I heard correctly.”

       “Yes…  Down by… By his leg… It kind of hung… Hung out.”  She mumbles.

       “What did?”  Asked with a straight face as the reporting officer also turns crimson.

       “His… His thing…. His thing down there!”  She stampers, reflexively pointing below her own waist.

       “Mam… In court… On the affidavit… The correct term must be used for the charge to be adjudicated with a conviction.”  He instructs while still with a straight face.  A couple other officers beginning to listen behind the partition, the room quieting behind them.

       “Now… What was ‘down there’… What exactly is ‘his thing’ Mam?... His penis?... Say so if it was.”

       A nod, her face bright red, she mutters.  “His… His Penis… Yes”

       “All of it?... Just part of it?... Just for the report Mam!”

       “Wha… What’s it matter… I guess just part of it, okay?”  She answers, obviously upset, embarrassed.

       “Okay Mam relax…This is embarrassing to me also… That’s disgusting!”  He continues.  “Now… Another couple questions… Think now… Can you identify it?”

       Beat red, unable to answer; she seems flustered as he asks another question almost immediately.        “Okay… Did he lay his hands on your body?”

       “No… No, I said he just exposed himself!”  She answers almost in a scolding tone, almost hostile now.

       “Not on your breasts?”

       What?... Of course not!”  She rasps.

       “Your buttocks?... Just for the report!”  He rapidly asks.

       “No… No… No!”  She grunts, stares at the other officers, obviously equally embarrassed.

       “Last question Mam… Did he mention how good you looked in your bathing suit, then?”

       ‘What?... No… No he didn’t!”  She scowls, obviously mad as hell, shaking her head.

       “Well Mam… That doesn’t say much for your body then… Does it?”  Turning, taking a step, he adds.  “The officer there will finish up now.”  Turning toward the rookie, he adds.  “See if you can help this young lady out, okay?”  Walking around the partition, he smiles at the group of officers holding back their grins, shaking their heads.

       “What?”  He shrugs.  “Just trying to help out… Catch some fucking pervert!”    

End Part Eight