Dirt Version XXX: Chapter 2

[Babette_____]

Dirt Version XXX: Chapter 2
Black Bart & Babette
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~ Thank you Babette​

Lucy stretched her naked body, the light of the morning sun danced across her tanned flesh. Her breasts were high, her nipples tight and her back arching as she came awake. “Con?” she called out, wondering where her lover was. She slipped the covers away and then climbed out of bed, proceeding to make her way to the Master Bathroom. She ran the shower, washing away the proof of her and Con’s most recent joining.

Donning a robe, Lucy made her way to the kitchen of Con’s home. She’d been coming to his place every night since the day he’d claimed her as his. She knew eventually she’d be forced to give up her apartment in the city and a part of her hated the fact. It was her sanctuary; the idea that she was going to have to give it up, didn’t appeal to her. It was the last thing she had of her own. In time she knew Con would steal that from her too, demanding all her secret files on various celebrities, politicians and local nobodies.

She took a quick tour of the house, still not knowing where Conagher had taken off too. With a pout on her lips, she sighed, gave up her man hunt and headed back to their bedroom where her new wardrobe awaited her.

Her fingers pushed through the various hangers, rolling her eyes as she tried to find something that spoke of a bit of decorum. There was nothing and this too was just another way for Con to remain in control. Her thousand dollar business suits had been replaced for hundreds of dollars worth of barely there clothing. She sighed, picked out a white skin-fitting dress and slipped it over her body. She knew no bra and no panties would be found in the dresser that had been deemed hers.

She grabbed her purse, and headed down to the garage where her car waited for her. She slipped in behind the wheel, her stilettos hugging her slim feet. As she made her way to the office she wondered what surprises Con had in store for her. Would he show up unexpectedly? Perhaps call her and make her perform some perverse sexual act for him as he watched her on his cam, while she sat with her office door open. She felt the heat of her skin as she recalled the time he had her fuck herself with a vibe, the door to her office open, and her secretary sitting at her desk.

She’d come hard that time and actually found herself enjoying the surprises, eventually she knew he’d let her little comfortable fantasy be shattered and he’d force his hand, making her do something she dreaded.

 

[BLACK BART]

Conagher rose early as he did every morning, an unbreakable habit formed early in a past life, and now one he enjoyed more so because of the woman that was in his bed each morning...and in his life.

Showered and coffee in his hand he enjoyed the sight of her sleeping, her hair tossed wildly about her head, a long leg thrown over the covers under it...her face peaceful with the smallest smile oh her full lips as she slept....

It had all been worth it, his defiance of his superiors and the refusal to terminate Lucy as they had ordered he now knew....Worth it because he had convinced them she was more valuable alive, then dead...as well as the people who had set her up were the real threat...that is was only a matter of time before they turned thier eyes and the attention of the "Dirt" readers to his superiors...

His defiance had cost him though...not in blood or in money, but with the added responsibility of controlling and watching over another person...binding him to her...and her to him in ways she might not ever fully comprehend, he mused as he watched Lucy roll in her sleep causing the covers to fall away completely...

The sight was so tempting that Conagher was ready to ignore his coffee and slide back into bed with the sleeping figure...to wake her with his lustful desires and hard body...

Desires that had to be put aside as the phone at his hip vibrated urgently, making him move from the room to answer it, then quickly finish his cup of hot brew before leaving her and his lust behind...

The next few hours were busy but rewarding for Conagher, the location of Lucy's once "Ace" reporter coming to him, leading him a few miles outside of the city limits to verify it and find her in a tiny rented house...hiding from detection and knowing it was only a matter of time before "they" found her...

"Keep her under 24/7 watch, and call me night or day if she shows any signs of running, understood?"

Conagher had left his instructions and left, his mind plotting out his next moves as if he were playing a game of chess....mulling over the ramifications of his acts and planning for what he'd have to do to keep it under control...and out of the public eye.

"Let me talk to Lucy"

Conagher made his own call and smiled as the secretary he had addressed quickly assured him she would....her lesson learned the first day Lucy had returned to her position as Editor in Chief and the very same secretary had attempted to block his calls to Lucy....Conaghers own actions resulting in him arriving within minutes at the offices to track the woman down and drag her into the Ladies Room....and bare assed spank an understanding into her that neither of them would ever forget.

"Lucy, I've found your reporter, she's holed up in a house an hours drive from where you are now...I thought it ironic if she were caught flat on her back making money the old fashioned way....what do you think?"

Chuckling at the reply he received Conagher checked the time on his wrist watch and tallied how long it would take him to make the round trip into the City and out again, then smiled as another thought came to mind...

"Wrap things up by three and meet me at the museum Lucy, that will give us time to "discuss" our plans for your young reporter"

And after the "discussion" Conagher had other plans for Lucy...and looked forward to seeing her face... as he carried them out.

"Don't be late...."

 

[Babette_____]

The museum was busier than normal for, Lucy assumed it was because the Egyptian Artifacts that were temporarily on loan from some over the seas museum. She didn’t care though, not really, she was more concerned with her business associate/lover and where he was. She’s arrived at three o’clock made a quick tour of the front entrances foyer and hadn’t spotted Conagher. This infuriated her. She was on time; where the fuck was he? Was the thought that kept rolling in her mind.

As she gazed at some sculpture of the Madonna, she felt a pair of disapproving eyes wash over her. She glanced over to the old woman, stared at her bright floral dress and rolled her eyes, before purposely stretching, arching her back and thrusting her breasts forward. Then she ran a hungry look, one that screamed predator, over the old man that stood next to the hag. She licked her lips, winked, then walked away, knowing the old man had gotten his cock up and the old bitty, if she was willing, would benefit from Lucy’s temporary lust for exhibitionism.

Another sigh left her parted lips as she made her way to another painting that to her resembled something out of a coloring book. She stood there staring at it, trying to show interest, though inwardly she was seething. She glanced at her watch, bit her lower lip and muttered a curse. “Fuckin’ waste of my time,” she growled and turned to leave, only to be stopped by a hard chest directly behind her and a pair of strong hands wrapped tight around her arms.

“About fuckin’ time,” she hissed, then felt her body spun around, so she was forced to face away from her lover and continue staring at the artwork. “You’re late."

Con drew her against him. His cock, hidden by his trousers, pressed against the smoothness of her dress. She moaned softly rotated her hips, and ground her ass back against him. Her sex grew slick and her nipples rose. She hated the effect this man had on her, yet she hungered for it just the same.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Somehow those words don't sound as erotic in public as they do in private Lucy"

Conagher cupped Lucy's full breasts and teased the nipples into further hardness, his face nuzzling into her neck to bite the satin skin.

"We can fix that though, right through those doors."

Pushing the editors well shaped body Conagher shouldered the door open, then kicked it closed behind him, the lights slowly coming to life as he locked the door and instructed her with a growl.

"Take off the dress Lucy and move over to that peice there"

He nodded to the life-like replica of a medeival stock, grinning as she looked at him wide eyed and shook her head.

"Don't waste my time or yours baby, lets see the goods and you in that...NOW"

He snapped the last word and smiled as Lucy jumped, her hands moving to the dress hem to begin pulling it off her lithe body.

"That's MUCH better"

Conagher spoke in approval as she dropped the dress to a nearby chair and turned to the heavy wood stocks, her eyes pleading silently with him.

"Just bend over and put your wrists and neck in place Lucy, I'll do the rest."

Grinning perversely Conagher pushed the dark haired womans head down and lowered the upper half of the stock over her neck and wrists,and then snapped the lock into place.

"Now the final touch...and we can begin"

Kneeling Conagher showed Lucy the bright red ball gag and as she opened her mouth to protest pushed it into place and fastened it tightly.

"Picture perfect"

Conagher nodded to the cameras he had placed earlier and grinned, then lifted the multi tasseled whip for Lucy too see before moving behind her.

"First I redden that sweet ass of yours Lucy...then fuck you, I wonder when you'll cum...with the whip...or my cock?"

The words were barely out of his mouth as he swung the whip, the strands hitting her pear shaped ass and drawing a muffled whimper...to make Conagher smile and stroke his now freed cock...

"That's right Lucy...now you can swear...all you want."

 

[Babette_____]

The sound of her screaming echoed in her head as Con took his own sweet time flogging Lucy’s ass. In the beginning the smacks made her cringe and her eyes clench tight, as well as forcing her to bite down on the gag. She hated the gags, more than anything really, even the slashes with the whip was more tolerable than being forced to swallow and taste the rubbery flavor of his obvious favorite toy. She jerked several times, wanting nothing more than to find a way out of the stock, but eventually gave up the struggle and focused instead on the anticipation of each lash.

Soon the biting wounds were coming faster and harder. On rare occasions the tips would land on her sex, bringing a gasp and a hiss of pain mingled with pleasure. Con sensed this and increased the strength of the blows, landing several in succession across her moistening cunt.

If he hadn’t had the gag in place, the door would have been unlocked and Con would have been beaten down by Security. She felt his hands rub the round cheeks of her ass, letting her relax and then he repeated the torment all over again. Lucy was appalled as she began to thrust her ass up and try to not only welcome the blows, his rubbing hand, but also anticipate the next blow so she could wiggle her body in hopes to have the tips land against her now soaked lips.

Lucy wanted to scream for more, beg for it even as her breasts swung and the whip was brought around to land on her back, wrap around her tits and brush across her nipples. Words fell from her lips, swallowed up by the gag and forced to only be heard in her own mind.

Her pussy tightened, trying desperately to hold onto the tails as they tried to slip and slide between her thick lips. Again Con concentrated on those areas, as if he could read her mind. Another thing she hated and yet loved. Her breath came faster. Her fingers curled into fists. She rose up on her toes, spread her legs further and moaned for him to continue treating her like nothing more than his personal whipping post.

Suddenly her back arched and her ass cheeks clenched. Lucy felt her stomach tighten and knew her climax was close. Would he steal it from her? Or would he allow her to come with the whip? Soon though, as three more quick blows struck her just right, the decision was made; Lucy’s orgasm ripped through her. She felt the liquid splash down her thighs and slither in streams to settle onto her ankles.

After her climax, she grew soft, her knees wanting to buckle, her back growing slack and her arms and shoulders seemed to grow heavy. It wasn’t until she felt Con’s cock slide against her backside that once more she was in position with renewed energy. In the end Lucy knew whose cock she wanted.

 

[BLACK BART]

Conagher laughed softly as he pulled his thick cock out and slapped it on Lucy's buttocks...his fingers beliberately teasing her sex as he denied her what she craved.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you Lucy..."

Conagher taunted and slid a second finger into her wet sex, his free hand moving to her breast to maul it, his voice low and deep with desire.

"I'd enjoy that too, to stick my cock into that tight box of yours, to hear you whimpering as I pounded you like the slut you are."

Standing, his hands sliding from her dripping snatch, Conagher moved around the stocks to remove the ball gag from her mouth and smile as Lucy moaned, then spoke...

"Fuck me you bastard, there's no WAY you're going to get away with this, I NEED your cock in me...to make me CUM!"

Laughing at her demands and the position she gave them from Conagher pulled the pin and lifted the upper half of the heavy wooden stock, then gripped Lucy's hair in his hand to pull her out of the way and watch her spin away.

"Get dressed and clean up Lucy."

Conagher ordered and lowered the upper half back into place, catching the hand of Lucy's coming at him in the corner of his eye, his own hand lifting to block the slap and grip her wrist.

"Fuck YOU Conagher, no ONE treats me like this...you beat me and then walk away from me as if I'm there at your whim and desire? I don't THINK so!"

Twisting the wrist behind her Conagher gripped her hair cruelly, arching her back and forcing her to bend over backwards to face his angry face.

"I DO Lucy...and I WLLany time I damn well PLEASE, don't forget who got your ass out of the line of fire and what I've done for you since! Now I need you alert and sharp...NOT ready to take a nap after being well FUCKED, I've tracked your EX Star reporter down and we need to get there before she takes off again...

Yanking her upward he spun her away from him, then used her arm to pull her back to him, her full breasts flattening against his chest, the feel of her groin rubbing his cock making him grin as he held her tight to him.

"You'll do what I say Lucy...or I'll let this ALL come tumbling down around you, you're not out of the woods yet..."

Kissing her gently he cupped her buttocks in his hands and massaged them, grinning as he pulled back to look at her face and the lust that shined brightly in her slowly opening eyes.

"Now get that sweet ass into the bath over there and wipe it off....then get dressed, I'm going to take you to your prize pupil and see how you do with her, if you don't shape up she'll take you down and make you HER bitch..."

 

[Babette_____]

Lucy stared at her reflection in the mirror of the small museum bathroom. Her eyes were wide with lust and anger. Her face was flushed and her hair a haphazard mess. Her body was tingling and throbbing and she knew it still needed fulfillment. She stared at the door and smirked, slid the lock in and sat down on the commode. Soon her fingers were taking her to the peak that was minimal compared to the one Con’s dick would have taken her on, but in the end as her come flowed over the palm of her hand she found herself temporarily sedated.

She sighed as she wiped her fingers clean, using her tongue and enjoying the taste of her own release. Eventually she grabbed several paper towels and washed off all evidence of her abuse by Con and her own climatic juices. When she exited the bathroom, her dress was smoothly hugging her lithe form. Her hair was once again shimmering in waves down her back and her make-up looked fresh and polished. Her eyes were full of self-satisfied mischief and a small smirk was settled smugly on her lips.

“Ready Baby?” she hissed, tossing her hair and reaching for the door. “I guess if you’re going to pimp me out, you best home the whores and Johns are disease free, otherwise you’ll just be infecting yourself.”

She was very much aware of what Con was going to ask her to do. Or at least she had a good idea. Lucy resigned herself to her fate. . . for now. Con was human. He’d fuck up sometime and she’d be there to watch him fall. Then, he’d be at her mercy. Time. . .that was all it boiled down to. She just had to wait. Patience wasn’t one of her greatest virtues.

 

[BLACK BART]

Conagher ignored Lucy's sarcastic and strong willed attitude, knowing it would be corrected soon enough, and followed her to the car.

"I'll drive"

He asserted and pulled the keys from her hand, then opened the door to the passenger side and stood waiting.

"It's my car and I'll drive"

Lucy retorted and made a lovely sight as she faced him with her hands balled on her hips.

"Was, you signed it and everything else over to me, including power of attoney, remember?"

Conagher grinned and watched her face cloud, then chuckled as she slid into the seat and he admired her long legs as the dress rode up.

The ride out to the ex-reporters house was quick, Conagher enjoying the speed and handling of the car, abusing it's power with every curve and straight away that he could...Several times he laughed as Lucy cringed and gripped the dash, thinking they were out of control, only to find the slide they were in was a perfectly controlled drift that took them to the next road ahead...until they arrived outside of an older two story, brick sided home and he pulled into the drive.

"Since you seem to have it ALL under control your "girl" is in there, she doesn't know we're coming and is still inside, the survelliance equipment tells me she's on the main floor and the read door of the house is unlocked that leads into her kitchen...You can bring her out that way...if you can, Lucy"

Smiling Conagher watched Lucy openher door and slide out, tugging her dress down her hips before bending to grin at him confidently and promise.

"I'll be back in TWO minutes"

Admiring the sway of her backside Conagher grinned and watched her strut away, pulling out of the drive and around the block to a second house filled with electronic equipment and one room walled with monitors...

"Lets see if she's as tough as she thinks she is, shall we gentlemen? Make sure the cameras are recording...."

 

[BLACK BART]

 

[Babette_____]

Lucy tossed her long black hair from her shoulder and shook off her anger of Con. Or at least she tried. She was still very much aware that he was in control of her and that bothered her more than she realized. He had not been lying when he claimed possession of her vehicle. She’d signed everything over to him. In the beginning it had been to save herself, then it had been a way to keep him tethered to her. She had him; he just didn’t realize it. . .that small sliver of hope however was slowly being crushed as once more she was forced to do his bidding. She chewed on her lower lip as she reached up and rapped on the door, then for good measure pressed the doorbell. A shrill rang out and she tapped her foot in annoyance as she was forced to wait. A minute passed, then another before the door was opened and Tina stood with a shocked expression on her face.

The reporter attempted to shut the door on Lucy, but Lucy was prepared. Her hand came up and she shoved the door back, forcing the woman to take a few steps away to catch herself. “What the fuck!” Tina shouted, crossing her arms and glaring hotly at her former boss. “What do you want?” she asked.

Lucy sneered, closing the door behind her. “I want you to pay for all the shit you’ve put me through,” she answered back, crossing her own arms. “I’ve found a few things in your closet and I’m giving you a chance to come clean, embarrass yourself publicly, or I’ll do it for you,” Lucy told her.

Tina’s lips curled up in disgust. “You don’t have anything on me. Get out.”

“You’re really going to take the chance? You know me. You know my tactics. You know I have enough dirt on the people in this city. . .what makes you think I don’t have something on you?”

Tina tossed her long blonde hair and shrugged her shoulders. “There’s nothing out there. You’re just grasping at straws.”

“I know about you and Senator Clay’s daughter. You know the young one. The pretty brunette with the bright blue eyes. She’s supposed to be marrying that young college geek that’s gonna inherit a few billion when his daddy dies. I’m sure the media will love dissecting your lover.”

Tina’s attitude changed. She uncrossed her arms and stepped closer to Lucy, forcing the other woman to step back. “You leave Abigail alone.”

Lucy was surprised by the woman’s demeanor as spittle crossed her face. She blinked back her shock, and stepped forward. “I’ll screw her life up and yours if you don’t walk out of here and do as I say.” Lucy drove her point home, but pushing a finger into Tina’s chest.

“You’re a real bitch Lucy,” Tina hissed back, grabbing the slim woman’s wrist and jerking her away. Lucy cried out softly and reached up to strike Tina, who countered with a backslap of her own. Lucy felt the sting and cursed as she caught herself from falling against the door. Tina reached out and grabbed a handful of Lucy’s locks. “I’m going to give you a chance to leave. I disappeared. I left the magazine. I didn’t cause you any problems that you couldn’t handle. You’re pride is getting you into trouble. Leave Abby alone. Leave me alone. Or else.” Tina released Lucy and turned away.

“Fuck you. You’ve sealed your fate and hers.”

Lucy rose up from the floor and reached for the door. Her hand had just finished making the turn to open the wood panel, when she felt Tina’s hands in her hair again. This time all ten digits were wrapped tightly in black silky strands. Lucy cried out and made to grab Tina’s hands, but it was too late. She felt her head being brought back and then thrust forward. Her forehead hit the door and her eyes rolled back in her head. She shook herself, regaining some of her equilibrium, but not all.

“I warned you, you stupid cunt!” Tina shouted. She dragged Lucy across the foyer and along a narrow hall. Lucy screamed and shouted as she tried to claw her way out of Tina’s strong grip. “I told you to leave. Yet you pushed it. Let me show you what happens when someone I love is threatened.”

Lucy continued to fight as Tina reached the end of the hall and opened a door. “You think you’re something special, don’t you Lucy?” Tina hissed, throwing her captive into the room and slamming the door shut behind her.

“You’re gonna pay for this,” Lucy muttered as she staggered to her feet. She heard Tina’s laughter seconds before she felt the woman’s foot in her stomach. Lucy doubled over and rolled onto her back when Tina shot out and kicked her square in the jaw. Blood pooled in Lucy’s mouth and she spit it out. Again Tina’s laughter could be heard easily in Lucy’s head and she winced when once more her hair was an anchor for Tina’s fingers. “Here bitch,” Tina shouted, shoving a rubber ball into Lucy’s mouth, and wrapping the straps for it around her scalp.

Lucy was stunned and dazed, and then reacted like an animal as Tina began to drag her to her feet and over to a table. Her fingers clawed at the headgear, as well as Tina’s hands. Her balance was off and her body hurt. Eventually she had the gag almost removed when she felt another blow to her mid-section. She doubled over again, this time feeling the coolness of the table land solidly against her cheek.

“That looks good,” Tina growled out, reaching out and pushing Lucy’s face into the wood.

Lucy felt her world blackening and terror settling in. She tried to get up, only to be stopped by Tina’s upper body laying across her. Her breasts pushed into Lucy’s back and her chuckles rained down around her. “You said you were going to screw Abby over. Well Lucy let’s see how much you like being screwed.” Lucy felt her right hand being jerked out to one side and she twisted, still unable to hoist the larger and more muscular woman from her back. A steel cuff slapped around Lucy’s wrist and then her head was lifted and slammed down again, causing her teeth to rattle and her body to relax. “You’ll stay away from Abby, Lucy.” Her other arm was dragged and her wrist secured.

Lucy’s pulsed raced as her head tried to comprehend her surroundings. She cried out as Tina reached down and jerked her legs apart, securing first one ankle then the other to the straps Lucy hadn’t seen, during her assault.

“Tina . . . stop. . .this. . .” Lucy gasped out.

“Shut up!” Tina reattached the gag, tightened it and said nothing else, leaving Lucy to try and concentrate on the sounds in the room. She blinked back the tears and swallowed what blood had pooled in her mouth. The sound of drawers opening and closing came back to her and she twisted her body to see what was happening. Through tear soaked eyes she caught the glint of metal, odd shapes, and distorted colors. She saw Tina moving out of her line of vision, then heard the sound of clothes rustling.

Lucy felt her stomach tighten as the situation she was in settled on her. Her tears flowed faster and her muttering, muffled by the gag, filled her mind. She then stopped all thought and all movement when she felt Tina behind her. “If you don’t want scars, I suggest you don’t move,” Tina’s voice sounded in Lucy’s right ear. Lucy didn’t respond, just held her breath as Tiny cut away the thin dress Con had bought Lucy a week ago. The material fell away from her sides, leaving her naked body exposed to Tina’s gaze. Lucy jerked away when she felt it was safe, only to feel Tina lower a hard sting to her ass.

“What a slut you are, Lucy. Do the guys at work know you walk around with no under things on? Doesn’t matter though. . .I know,” Tina cackled.

Lucy cursed inside her head as well as across the gag. “Ready or not slut, here I come.”

The words were the only warning Lucy had before Tina pushed into her. Lucy screamed. Her dry pussy wrapped itself around what Lucy knew to be a strap-on cock. She bit down on the gag as Tina pulled out and shoved back in. Her body jerked around and then stopped as Tina bent over her and bit down on her neck. Her pussy was used over and over while Tina mauled her with her mouth and tongue. Still Lucy fought, feeling the invading rod drive its way deeper and farther than any man had ever been. The girth stretched her and she feared she would be torn and damaged.

Tina pulled out, her fake cock moist from what natural juices had eased out of Lucy’s sex. Lucy sighed, hoping it was over, only to scream as the cock was pressed against Lucy’s ass and slammed in. The burning sensation that cascaded over Lucy’s asshole and up her spine made more hot tears flow from her eyes. She shuddered and trembled, not from arousal, but from fear as Tina’s hands grabbed a hold of Lucy’s hips. The woman’s nails dug into her skin and Lucy cried from the biting marks. Tina refused to let up, ramming the cock in and out of Lucy’s anal cavity.

Lucy felt the head push against the walls of her ass and she tried to expel the offending device, but again was forced to accept it. Her face was pale, her body sweaty, her mind clouded with pain and humiliation. She wanted freedom. She wanted Con. She wanted out. Nothing aided her. No one came as Tina plunged in and out, stretching the tender skin and abusing the tight muscles. When the reporter eased her fake cock out, Lucy again thought her freedom was in sight, but again she was wrong as Tina shoved the fake dick back into Lucy’s pussy. “Filthy fuckin’ cunt,” Tina muttered as she began the process all over again.

 

[BLACK BART]

"That THING must be ripping her apart?"

The single agent that remained in the house gasped in observation, then covered her lips as the blond on the screen shifted the massive dildo from the bound womans cunt to her ass.

"Don't worry"

Conagher assured the female agent and patted her shoulder, leaving it there as he looked over her head to the screen in front of them.

"Lucy is, if anything....durable"

He finished, making the word an erotic thing as it rolled off his lips and he felt her hand cover his.

"My God she'll kill her"

"No"

Conagher contradicted and slid his hand lower, to feel the nipple already hard from her arousal, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"She's punishing her, when Lucy passes out the other will stop, and then the reality of what she's done will hit her..."

Hand under the blouse he cupped the breast, finding himself comparing it to Lucy's own as it bounced on the screen and her muffled screams came to them, his own cock hardening as Lucy's brutal rape continued.

"There, see her eyes rolling?"

"She's passing out then?"

"No, she's going to cum....then she'll pass out"

Conagher replied with the assurance of experience, pulling the blouse apart to get both hands on the agents breasts...fondling them for long minutes before stopping.

"Shut the recorders off, and get ready to join the other two....unless you're too squeamish?"

Conagher smiled as the sound of a whimper came to his ears and the screens went blank, the agents assurance that she was "ready" coming to him as he held the door....

"I admire your style but I bet you're wondering what the HELL you're going to do now."

Minutes later Conagher stood in the lower room and faced the astonished Tina, her face showing clearly he had guessed correctly as well as the fear of being caught in such a compromising position.

"I'm sorry, we haven't met formerly, my name is Conagher and I'm the co-editor of the woman you just raped, but don't worry I hoped it would start like this."

Smiling Conagher stepped into the room, lifting the cum covered dildo off the floor where Tina had dropped it, then holding it in his left hand.

"How would you like your old job back Tina...and a pay increase...all you need do is follow my orders at the office...and away, on occasion..."

Closing the door Conagher moved to Lucy and toyed with her full breast, the nipple hardening even while unconcious, his eyes lifting to the nude figure of Tina as she tried to hide under the cover of her arms and hands.

"I'll take that as a yes...and here's your first order...put this back on and help my agent here get Lucy into those shackles you've got dangling from the ceiling and walls...she's not broken yet, she only came...I want her to learn a lesson she'll never forget"

 

[Babette_____]

“She’s coming out of it.”

The voice was raspy and short, distorted and yet familiar to Lucy. Her head lolled to one side and she tried to lick her lips, only to taste blood, rubber and a dryness that was abnormal to her. There wasn’t a place on her that wasn’t sore. Her head. Jaw. Back. Shoulders.

“Do you want me to stop?”

That voice? Lucy whimpered as her body continued to hurt. It was somewhat numb. She was tender and yet she knew something was wrong. Her mind screamed at her, the sound a dull hum. The pain in her sex and her ass didn’t stop. She groggily tried to push it away, but couldn’t. Her arms wouldn’t cooperate. She twisted her body to the right and then the left, again she was immobile. Her thoughts tried to form into coherent sentences but they failed.

“No. There is no need to stop enjoying ourselves.”

Another voice? Whose? What was happening? Lucy wanted to cry as her body twisted one way and hands seemed to move over her. “Come on slut, wake up.”

The stinging slap forced Lucy’s head to jerk in one direction. Her eyes fluttered opened and then the lids raised up wide. It was as if cold water had been tossed at her and she was fully awake. Her scream was barely muffled by the gag as she tried to buck her way to freedom. She was now aware of the cock slamming in her. Tina’s face smiling menacingly and her lips pulled back in a snarl. “There she is,” she grunted.

Lucy heard a deep growl, another laugh behind her and felt the returning force of a cock ramming her ass. Oh God Lucy shouted in her head. Who had Tina called? Where was Con? Who was raping her? She fought for freedom, gained nothing as her body was continually used for her attackers pleasures. Tina’s smile was burned into Lucy’s mind. Her words were seared into her. She knew she would dream of Tina and this unknown man for many nights.

Tears flowed as her body hung suspended from whatever contraption Tina had rigged up while Lucy was unconscious. Her lips trembled and she found herself begging for escape. Her words were muffled. Her actions laughed at.

“Ohhh fuck.”

Lucy paled as she took in Tina’s voice. She could hear the climax in the woman’s throat. She closed her eyes and turned her head away, hoping to close off the image of her assailant’s attack. “Oh, no bitch.”

A strong pair of hands grabbed her head and turned it to face Tina’s climatic strained features. “Open your eyes and watch her.”

The thick, deep voice was drowned out by Lucy’s cries. She shook her head no, and was rewarded with a harder jerk of the controlling hands. Her eyes opened and she stared into Tina’s blue gaze. Tina grinned. Lucy watched as the woman’s face twisted and contorted to one that spoke of pleasure. She saw Tina’s mouth part and her head loll to one side. She felt her spasm against her and shame washed over Lucy as both her users groaned and grunted. Tina’s fluids splashed against Lucy, making her jerk in disgust.

Her body sagged against the restraints as Tina held her hips and continued to jerk inside her. “I want her again. . .and often,” Tina muttered, licking her lips and smiling with renewed hunger.

Lucy cried, sobbed against the gag and prayed for freedom. In the back of her mind she wanted to hide, crawl away and disappear, yet there was still the mystery person behind her. She needed to retain some sense of calm. She told herself. There would be time for freedom, either in their finishing of her, or her own mind’s willingness to give into insanity and darkness.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Then TAKE her"

Conagher growled and backed away, the proof of his own pleasure weeping from Lucy's abused ass, her own orgasm trickling down her thighs to merge with it.

"But I want her able to work, without question...Understood?"

The message was clear, "Do what you want with her, but no bruises or permanent damage"and as Conagher zipped himself into place his agent joined him, her eyes hungry and nipples taut under her tight shirt.

"Seems to me we have more to film, and time on our hands, don't we?"

Conagher spoke and pressed the woman against the outside of the door, Lucy's screams coming muted from the inside, growing louder as her gag was removed and a new instrument of torture replaced it.

"Seeing as how Lucy will be "tied up" for a while longer, lets go back to HQ and occupy ourselves as well."

 

[Babette_____]

“I don’t know who that man is, but boy you fucked up double crossing him, didn’t you?” Tina whispered against Lucy’s ear as she reached up and pulled the gag out. The scream falling from Lucy’s lips forced Tina to cringe and she slapped the sweat-covered woman’s face. “Jesus Fuckin’ Christ. You haven’t learned yet have you? Wasting your energy on screaming at me, when you should be trying to calm down and accept what’s happening to you.”

Tina leaned into Lucy, felt her tremble and even lean back into her for support. Tina smirked and pressed a kiss to the woman’s temple. “Don’t go soft on me now, baby girl. There is still so much I want to show you.”

Lucy felt the woman in front of her move away; she whimpered as the support she’d been receiving left her. She shook her head when Tina tried to kiss her lips, but the other woman persisted and so Lucy gave in, wanting nothing more than to find a way to find release. “Mmm...” Tina smiled, then licked at the corners of Lucy’s lips. Lucy shuddered as Tina’s hands skimmed down her body. She noticed her moving lower and gasped as Tina began to feast on her abused pussy. Tina chuckled; her hot breath blanketed Lucy’s sex, and once more the restrained and rapped woman was forced to endure a different kind of torture.

Lucy closed her eyes on the scene beneath her. It didn’t help though. Tina’s face was still in her mind. She saw the eager pink muscle reaching out and fondling her swollen and red clit. She could feel the woman working her skilled teeth and lips up and down her pussy lips, pulling, sucking, and drawing more blood to the already engorged surfaces. Lucy bucked against Tina’s face, her fingers clenching around the metals links that kept her hung from the ceiling. Unwantedly, the bound woman rode the other’s features hard. Her hips pushed forward and Tina’s manacle laughter was muffled by the mound she was devouring.

Soon Lucy was climaxing, screaming in pleasure as well as shame. She sagged again, her tears falling in rivers down her make-up covered face. Tina looked up and pinched the woman’s clit. “Look at me Lucy,” she told her.

Lucy opened her eyes and stared down at the woman on her knees. “I’m going to wash you up, then fuck you again. This time you’re going to return the favor. If not. . . well. . . do you really want to know the consequences?”

With wide eyes Lucy shook her head. In her mind she was desperately trying to figure out how to get away from Tina. Right now though she told herself she’d cooperate. The fear that she would end up dead was one that felt real.

Tina smiled and released Lucy’s ankle restraints, the rose up, bit on nipple then the other, before reaching to her arms and freeing her slim wrists, now red from all the struggling Lucy had done. “Okay. Now, take a few steps, get the blood flowing and then we’ll go wash up.”

Lucy walked forward. Her legs trembled and her arms were sore, as was her back, sex and ass. She hadn’t seen the other person, but deep in her gut she knew who it was. How could she not? Con had done this to her. Con had once again used her, but this time he’d allowed another to do it too. She shook from revulsion and anger. She felt Tina’s eyes on her as she stepped into the bathroom. She continued to respond routinely, allowing the woman to touch her and guide her to the shower. “Wash up and then dry yourself well. No need to get dressed. Like I said, we’re not done. But you’re being cooperative so I think I’ll enjoy a few different things with you. Don’t try anything. . .I made sure that assistant of his, cleaned out the bathroom of anything dangerous.”

Lucy said nothing, just nodded her head, agreeing to anything and everything as Tina spoke. Eventually the woman left and Lucy was alone. The shower curtain drawn and the hot water soaking her hair and flesh. She slipped to the floor, burying her head in her hands and crying for herself. As the water flooded her, Lucy tried to think. She came up with no real way out, but her own physical strength.

She rose from the floor of the shower/tub and began to methodically wash away all the juice, come, and lubricants that had been used on her body. In time she was clean and her thoughts were coming together to resemble some type of order. Right now, she told herself, Tina thought she was cooperative and in a way she was. Her mind however was slowly coming more clear and for Tina that spelt trouble. Lucy opened the shower curtain. The water still ran and muffled her movements. She stepped out and felt the coolness of the floor on her feet.

Her eyes darted around the room, looking for anything the “assistant” may have missed. When her eyes landed on the towel bar, Lucy smiled. She studied it closely, and grinned when she saw that the bar (with some effort) could be separated from its holder. She pressed her ear to the door, listening for any sounds that would alert Tina to her artificial shower. Not hearing any, Lucy used her upper body strength to pry the bar out of its home. She fell back onto the commode and muttered as her elbow hit the handle. The sound of the toilet flushing was loud, or so it seemed to be in Lucy’s ears. She jumped up and waited to see if Tina would enter the bathroom or not.

A few seconds slipped by before the door to the bathroom opened and Lucy was rewarded with the back of Tina’s head. She slammed the pole down, but the hit didn’t connect the way Lucy had intended. Instead Tina had seen the woman’s reflection in the foggy mirror, a blur that was large had alerted her to Lucy’s whereabouts. Tina’s arm rose up at the same time as she turned. She grabbed the wooden bar and pulled it from Lucy’s hands.

“Fuckin’ cunt!” Tina shouted, pushing one end into Lucy’s abdomen and then catching her jaw with a left hook. Lucy’s head snapped back and she felt into the small space between the toilet and the outer shower wall.

“I thought you were going to cooperate!” Tina hissed, reaching out and grabbing Lucy’s wet hair. She dragged the woman from the corner and threw her back into the bedroom, where Lucy’s nightmare had truly begun.

Lucy turned around, hoping to gain the upper hand, but couldn’t as Tina kicked her in the mid-section. Her breath was stolen from her as she fell, clutching herself and doubling over. “He told me not to hurt you too bad, but that’s gonna be hard if you keep this up!”

Tina stalked Lucy, and Lucy scampered back. She hit another piece of odd furniture and spun her head to look at it. Her eyes grew wide as she took in various straps and buckles. “What kind of . . .” Her words were stolen as once more she was brought up to her knees by her hair.

Tina lifted her up and tossed her onto a vinyl padded bench. She again slapped Lucy, once more hard enough to make Lucy’s head pound and her teeth shatter together. “You’re gonna get me in trouble with him. Is that what you want? Were you conscious enough to hear how I was supposed to treat you. I’m supposed to leave you in tact, but fuck Lucy. . .you’re making it more difficult for me. Is that what you’re trying to do?”

Lucy said nothing, only glared at Tina as she was forced down onto her stomach and her arms were once more secured above her head. Tina straddled her so her sex rested on Lucy’s ass. Lucy bucked, trying to throw her off. Tina’s fingers found Lucy’s hair and pulled her head back. “You’re probably pretty thirsty aren’t you Lucy?”

“Fuck. . .you,” Lucy gasped through clenched teeth.

“No. . .You’re going to fuck me with that filthy mouth of yours.”

“You get that cunt of yours near me and I’ll tear it apart,” Lucy muttered.

Tina got off of Lucy and tied her legs so they were immobile. “Lucy. You’re gonna eat me out, till I come all over your face. If you so much as hurt my pussy. . .well I’ve got a few hours lead start to get away from the sick fuck who hates you.”

Lucy shuddered. She wasn’t sure where Con was, all she knew was Tina had a point. She could seriously do some damage before Con got back to save her. “Now, just to get you a tad more pliable. I’m going to do a bit more fun things to you. You really shouldn’t have destroyed my towel rod. But that’ll work.”

Lucy heard Tina walk away and then return. She didn’t know what was about to happen, but when it did she screamed. This time the sound was heard throughout the empty home. The rod was brought down on her bare ass, over and over again. The hard wood slapped her flesh one strike after another, until Lucy was shouting and screaming for Tina to stop. Tina only laughed. Another blow was delivered to Lucy’s thighs, her calf muscles and then back to her ass. Large red welts appeared on the creamy flesh.

When Lucy’s sobs became more ragged, her words less audible, Tina stopped. Lucy whimpered and pleaded, seemingly unaware that the beating had ended. Tina bent down and whispered in Lucy’s ear. “Gonna fuck me now aren’t ya baby?” she asked.

Lucy closed her eyes, and shook her head yes. She told herself she could stomach eating this bitch out. She just needed freedom. . .that was all. One or two minutes of sanity would be all she needed to gain the upper hand.

Tina dropped the rod and left Lucy’s side. Lucy listened to her move about the room, seemingly discarding one thing in lew of another. When she returned, Lucy’s nerves were frayed and her mind was running around in circles.

“I’m going to release you. You roll onto your back. Fuck with me and you’ll suffer. I’ve not whipped your front side. . .yet.”

When released, Lucy did as she was told, rolling herself so that her back was on the bench. Her knees were bent; her legs touched the floor and her arms lay at her sides. “Good girl,” Tina chuckled, then returned Lucy to a bound position.

Lucy watched as Tina moved to straddle her face. The young woman was thick with fluids. They had coated her legs, become matted in her untrimmed bush and the aroma of arousal seeped to seep from every pore of the reporter’s body. Lucy turned her head away in disgust, it was too late for Lucy to refuse. Tina plopped her slick cunt onto Lucy’s face and ground her sex into her. Lucy turned her head again, trying to capture some fresh air, but all she breathed in was heady arousal and silky cream.

She heard Tina moaning as she rode her face. “Fuckin’ cunt. . .get to work. Surely you’ve sucked pussy before.”

The grimace on Lucy’s face would have been comical if it was viewable, but it was lost. Lucy opened her mouth, fought the urge to bite and began to slide her tongue up and down Tina’s hot mound of fluffy hair. She pushed her face in further, finding the thick and hard strip of Tina’s clit and gnawed on it with her teeth.

“Ooh yeah, just like that,” Tina moaned, shoving her pussy up and down, then rolling her hips. “Keep it up, slut.”

Lucy continued to appease her attacker, then gasped as a foreign object was shoved into her pussy. “Ohh fuck. . .” Lucy muttered involuntarily. Her pussy grabbed the soft dildo and she paused in her meal to analyze the cool sensation.

Tina chuckled. “Like that?” she asked, pulled the glass phallus from Lucy’s cunt then shoved it in again. Over and over Tina forced Lucy’s pussy to respond to gentle and tender ministrations. “Get back to work,” Tina told her, pulling the toy out and dropping her hips harder onto Lucy’s upturned face.

Lucy hated the fact she was enjoying the slower and more eased assault. She was humiliated that her hips were falling in perfect rhythm to Tina’s ministrations. She pushed her face into Tina’s bush, swirled her tongue into the hole and sucked hard on the heady juices.

Her own body was responding to the teasing of Tina’s toy. Faster and harder Tina maneuvered the dildo. “Oooh fuck, Lucy. . .You’re gonna make. . .ohh fuck yea. . . come.”

Lucy gagged as what seemed to be a flood of come erupt from her rapists cunt. She swallowed the fluids the turned her head, hoping to avoid another gush of heat. It landed on the side of her face and ran into her hair and down her neck.

Tina stopped her attentions on Lucy’s sex, rode out her climax and shuddered violently on top of the Dirt Magazine Editor. Lucy felt Tina move and she gasped for air. Her body was shaking. Her pussy open and needy. She whimpered as Tina left her, leaving her sex exposed and wanting.

“We’ve got time to kill. Your boss isn’t back yet. Maybe I should bring over some friends? He doesn't seem to care what I do to you, so I'm sure it'll be cool if I bring over some men that really know how to make you beg.” Tina laughed as Lucy screamed. Lucy heard Tina leave the room and what sounded like numbers being pushed into a phone echoed in Lucy’s ears.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Do...we...have....to....go....now?"

The woman riding on Conaghers cock questioned in short, staccato like words making him grin wickedly as he gripped her hips to drive himself deeper into her.

"SOON"

His eyes feasted on her nude body as she bounced on his cock, until with a feral growl he filled her tight sex with his seed and felt her shudder, the muscles of her inner walls gripping his length to milk it as she joined him.

"Get dressed fast"

He ordered and did the same, pulling his clothes on and openly admiring the woman as she stretched to pull her shirt over her head. The trip back to the house was quick, the pair entering to find Tina using a massive dildo on Lucy's sex, her eyes filled with lust and surprise as they walked in to see Lucy buck wildly under the assault.

"I didn't think you'd be back so quickly"

The blond admitted and slapped Lucy hard as the dark haired woman tried to rise.

"That's obvious, by that phone call you made"

Conagher replied and nodded to his accomplice, watching as the smaller brunette moved behind Tina to pull a rag and bottle out of a pocket.

"I told you I wanted Lucy able to work, how can she do that after the gang-bang you've planned for her? Tell you what...after this is over if you still want the job...call me at the office."

Tina's eyes widened as too late she realised Conaghers anger, the woman behind her gripping her hair to ram the drug laden rag over her mouth and nose, pulling her away from Lucy and the dildoe that rested deep in her body.

"mmmmmppph!"

Tina struggled violently, the drug working quickly and dropping her to her knees, her eyes rolling back in her head as she fell unconcious to the floor.

"Good, now lets get her to the shackles"

Conagher smiled and lifted the limp but alive blonds body, holding her in place as the woman bound her arms overhead then legs wide.

"Use this on her"

Conagher tossed the ball gag used earlier on Lucy to her, then moved to untie Lucy and help her sit upright, watching the ball gag being put firmly into place as he pulled the still humming dildo from Lucy's sex.

"You want MORE of that?"

He questioned with a smile as she whimpered at the loss of it, then helped her to her feet and held her in place as the agent cleaned up any sign they had been there.

"I think THAT can be arranged, but we have to leave here"

Steering Lucy out of the house and into the back seat of the waiting car he didn't give her time to dress, his eyes enjoying the sight of her nude body and cock twitching in anticipation. Again the ride was quick, the brunette helping Lucy out of the car after they parked it in the garage, while Conagher moved inside to verify the invited "gang-bangers" were arriving at Tina's house.

Lucy was sitting at the table, an empty glass still in her hand, as Conagher returned from the control room and moved to her.

"Lucy, the woman behind you is called Geri, you should be grateful to her since she helped rescue that sweet ass of yours."

The retort Lucy gave him was filled with epitaphs, and Conagher grinned as she cursed him and blamed him for her troubles.

"You put yourself in that predicament, not me, Lucy"

Conagher corrected and gripped her hair, tilting her head back to stare at her before kissing her long and hard.

"You needed a lesson and I gave it to you, but it seems you haven't learned it as well as I hoped."

He spoke and pulled her to her feet, then blocked her slaps and gripped her wrists to twist them behind her, his lips pressed to her ear as he warned her.

"Careful Lucy, you don't need to get me pissed off at you too, you might not understand or like my methods but I'm on your side..."

Sliding a hand over her firm breast he toyed with the nipple, then down her belly to toy with her mound before sliding a finger into it, his eyes studying her face as she gasped and closed her eyes.

"You belong to me Lucy, I chose you....own you....I can make you whimper with pleasure...or cry out with pain"

Sliding his finger out of her wet sex he slapped her ass, then smiled as her eyes flew open and her face blushed at the knowledge of her reaction to him.

"Perhaps it's time I teach you a few lessons myself Lucy..."

 

[Babette_____]

Lucy glanced at the woman behind her. “Gonna let her join too? Don’t know if I can just come for you anymore. . .maybe you’re not enough,” she spit out, glaring hotly between the woman, who looked at her with mild interests and Con, who barely noticed her words rolling from her lips. Or so she thought. She was wrong though as he twisted her hair and dragged her from the room and down a dimly lit hall.

“Geri, come get me if I’m needed,” Con muttered, “this bitch still hasn’t learned.”

Lucy screeched as Con opened the door to what she assumed was a Master Bedroom. He flung her toward another door, which she landed solidly against. “I hate you,” Lucy muttered as she rose up and hugged herself. Her eyes were red and puffy from the crying she’d done earlier; her skin was blotchy and she was bruised in places she didn’t know existed.

“You hate me. . .but you love what I do to you,” Con told her, advancing slowly after shutting the door behind him.

Her lips trembled, but she refused to admit anything to him. Her eyes however had shown her desire and her lust, something Con didn’t miss, but rewarded her with only a laugh. “Get in there and wash up. Don’t try to pull that shit with me that you did with Tina.”

Her eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped. “You didn’t think I saw that?” he asked, lifting one brow as he removed his jacket. “The whole place is wired with audio and video surveillance. I saw everything.”

“You bastard,” Lucy hissed, stepping forward and lifting her hand to strike him.

Con grabbed her wrist and twisted it back, bringing Lucy to her knees. “You need to realize you have no more power. Every breath you take is because I allow it. Every time you get fucked it is because I allow it. Every decision you make from here on out is because I give you the privilege of making it. The sooner you realize this the happier you’ll be. . .though I admit I’m enjoying myself at the moment.”

Lucy’s eyes filled with tears, but she refused to let them fall. “Get cleaned up,” Con told her again, dropping her wrist and leaving the room.

Lucy watched the door close and covered her face with her hands. She wept in the center of the room, wondering how she was going to get out of the mess she was in. She had no real friends, noone to run to. She’d burned bridges and broken promises to so many people there was noone in her life she could depend on. . .but herself. Upon realizing that, she took a deep breath and gave herself a mental shake. She was tired and worn out. The bed looked inviting and she almost crawled to it, but then remembered Con. He probably had this room wired too, she told herself as she rose to her feet and slowly made her way to the bathroom.

Once in the large spacious room, she drew her own water, leaving the bathroom door open. She wasn’t ready to close out any attackers that may have suddenly appeared. She wanted to hear everything that was going on in the room where the large bed waited. To close the bathroom door, meant she wouldn’t be prepared. She needed to feel in control of something, even if it was just one of her senses.

Lucy stepped in and let the hot water spray over her. She stood under the cascading fall, feeling it lick at her various bruises, some welts and a few scratches from Tina’s beating and clawing stung, but she knew all in all she was not harmed too badly. She could do just what Con wanted her to do . . .work. She thought of Dirt as she picked up a sponge and filled it with gel. It was the one place she could go and feel moderately safe. Yes, Con could and would pop in whenever he wanted and force her to do something vile, but he wouldn’t be there every second of the day. During those times she could control her life. Couldn’t she?

She asked herself that question over and over as she washed away the evidence of Tina’s abuse. Occasionally she would catch herself crying and feeling sorry for her situation, refusing to accept any of her plight was her fault. It wasn’t she told herself. She had pulled the story, it had run without her knowledge. . . yet Con refused to accept that she wasn’t God and she hadn’t been in a place where she could stop the story from running.

The draft of cold air hitting her skin brought her out of her thoughts. The turn she started to make was cut short when Con’s hand wrapped around her neck and pushed her into the shower wall. “Evening Lucy,” he hissed against her ear.

Lucy swallowed and shoved back against him. He laughed, but held her tight against the wall. “I thought you were taking to long, maybe you needed some help.”

“Fuck you,” she hissed.

Conner laughed and ran one hand down her side, squeezed her ass and then moved to toy with the puckered and earlier abused entrance. Lucy winced. “That hurt baby?” he asked, teasing the sight and slipping one finger into the wounded entrance.

Lucy moaned upon feeling his invasion. “Yeesss...”

Conner’s laughter rained down on her again and she closed her eyes, trying to forget where she was and who she was with. “You still hate me, don’t you?” he asked, moving his finger in and out of her anal cavity.

Lucy bit her lower lip, moaned again and pushed her ass back. She nodded her head, but no words fell from her lips. Con pulled his finger from her ass, then pushed several into her tender sex. He fucked her slowly, bringing her to the edge of release, then taking it away. Over and over her treated her sex to teasing ministrations, until finally she opened her mouth and begged him to make her come. He pushed four fingers into her gaping hole and twisted them right, then left. His fingernails scrapped the sides and his mouth worked on her shoulder, biting hard and leaving more bruises for her clothing and make-up to hide.

Lucy called out his name as her climax poured over her. She clenched his fingers in a vise-like hold. Con grinned at the power of her inner muscles, wanting nothing more than to feel them wrapped around his cock. He pulled his fingers out, spun Lucy around and then lifted her so her feet rested on the edge of the tub. “Grab that rod,” he demanded then dropped to his knees to begin feasting on her sex.

The naked and wet woman barely had time to do as instructed before she felt Con’s mouth mashing against her cunt. Her fingers held tight around the bar and she threw her head back as his tongue dove in and out of her sex. He tore at her pussy lips, pulled on her clit and gnawed greedily on all the fleshy surfaces that had been flooded with her cream just moments before. Once more he taunted her climax, making her wait until she called his name and pleaded with him to end her torment. As she came Con gripped her hips and drank deeply of the silky fluids.

Again as her orgasm receded he moved. His hands wrapped around her waist and lifted her higher. Lucy’s arms encircled his neck, her legs swung around and embraced his hips. He pushed her down onto his cock and pressed her against the wall. The couple grunted. Con drove deep and hard into her sex. Lucy gripped his shoulders and welcomed every thrust. She gripped his cock, holding it tight and milking it with hungry grasps. “Con. . .ohh fuck . . .Con. . .”

He grinned as she called his name. He felt her fingers in his skin and knew he’d leave with a few crescent shape marks on his shoulders. “What do you want?” he gasped out as his dick continued its assault.

“Come. . .I want to come,” Lucy whimpered.

“Beg me,” he demanded.

Lucy groaned and whimpered as he withdrew his cock to the tip, held it on the edge of her sex and waited for her to submit to him. Lucy bit her lower lip; Con watched the power struggle on her face and then he saw the sight of acceptance. As soon as the words of “please” “fuck me” “need it” “need you” left her lips, Con plunged himself fully back into her.

He pushed her to the edge and then continued to take her higher, all the while she screamed his name, begged him for more and eventually covered him with her fluids as his shot up deep inside her. Lucy spasms rocked her body. She shuddered violently. Her breath was caught in her throat. Her fingers were wrapped tight in his hair and as her climax rolled around her she heard Con’s voice, “You’re mine Lucy. Mine to command. Mine to fuck. Mine to loan out whenever I want it. You belong to me. Without me you are nothing.”

Lucy shook her head in agreement. He pulled his cock from her and eased her to the edge of the shower. Lucy sat there in an almost mindless state. Con quickly washed her sex and then his own, before shutting the water off and lifting her from the shower. He carried her to the bed, lay her down and climbed in behind her. The sheets and covers quickly drank up the water on their skin. Lucy buried her body into his and Con smiled against the top of her head. “Who owns you Lucy?” he asked.

“You do,” she whispered, before letting sleep and darkness claim her.

 

[BLACK BART]

Conagher stayed with her while she slept, telling Geri softly as Lucy slept to have the men return and form a safe perimeter around the rented house and for her to stay close to them...

Morning came, and as the first wisps of sunlight played over Lucy's face, she woke...and Conagher smiled softly.

"Good Morning"

He greeted her and pulled her into his arms, feeling the tension in her body and seeing the fear in her eyes.

"Today I'm going to show you my world Lucy, take you someplace no one other than the people I trust with my life ever go..."

He spoke softly and kissed her, his arms holding her gently as she began to relax, his hand brushing her long hair back from her face.

"But first we take care of you...another shower if you'd like...then get you dressed..and something to eat...have I forgotten anything?"

He continued lightly, enjoying the feel of her nude body against his, and her presence in his arms.

They showered, Conagher taking his time washing her body, his hands and fingers gentle as he ran them over her body.

"You're a beautiful woman Lucy"

He told her honestly and kissed her gently as he dried her, his hands carefully wiping her flesh and careful not to hurt her over the tender areas, the oil he rubbed into her skin smelling slightly of coconut and making her body quiver as he coated the intimate areas.

"I picked out a dress from your own wardrobe earlier Lucy, jewelry...shoes....a flower for your hair"

He showed her where the articles lay on a small table waiting for her.

"Dress and we can find something to eat..."

Moving into the bathroom he shaved, then ran his hands through his hair and looked at the hard eyed and dark tanned face, wondering why he was taking his time with Lucy...and knowing the answer made little sense.

"Geri, are we all packed?"

He called out through the doorway as he watched Lucy dress, his eyes lingering on her long legs and groin as she slid the G-string into place, then pulled the dress down....

Hearing the womans affirmation he stepped into the bedroom, his eyes showing approval of what he saw, and offering a hand to her to walk with her out of the room.

"Geri is one of my Captains, Lucy.... I found her in a small town in Nevada, she tried to arrest me for speeding....but I convinced her to join me instead"

Conagher supplied as they moved to the main room and then to the car waiting in the garage.

"She and others like her form the backbone of a company of men and women, I'll introduce you to them as we meet them...and let them all know you're with me.

They'll listen to your orders as long as it follows my rules...and protect you with thier lives....if ever needed."

Speech over he split his attention between driving and the silent and striking figure of Lucy until the small caravan of three cars arrived at the restaurant he had chosen for thier first meal.

"Excellent food and service, we have the second floor to ourselves, so order if and what you please and we talk..."

 

[Babette_____]

Lucy sat quietly across from Con, not sure what to say or how to react to him. The man was different, yet she knew it was only temporary. She knew he’d spring up on her, force her to fuck him, make her beg to come and then push her away. Yet all through the morning he had treated her with respect, even now as they waited for their food he was acting calm and collected. Hadn’t he always though? She asked herself as she drank her tea.

She thought back over all there meetings. In all of them he never really had lost control, he never really had hurt her to the point that she would need to seek out medical help. Even when she had cursed him, slapped at him, kicked and tried to bite him, he still never really harmed her. The slaps had stung, they had hurt, but never had they made her feel as if she were dying or wishing for death. She simply wished for freedom. . .didn’t she?

Her meal came and she still hadn’t spoken to Con. It was probably the longest she’d ever gone without speaking since she had learned how to talk. She snickered softly to herself and smiled. “What?” Con asked.

Lucy looked up from her meal and thought for a moment. She could push him, push a button and see what he would do. Would he hit her, grab her hair, force her to take it up the ass again. She shifted in her seat at the thought, hating the image that came to her head and left her somewhat slick. “I was just remembering some of my childhood.”

Con’s brow rose and asked if she wished to share it with him. Lucy thought for a moment and then shrugged her shoulders. “No, it’s not important.”

She went back to eating, doing her best to remain impassive to Con and his presences though she felt every ounce of his being pouring over her. Eventually the silence weighed down on her and she rested her fork on her plate, wiped her fingers and lips and then placed her napkin down.

“Why me?” she asked, suddenly curious as to what all this was about. “I mean. . .it is obvious I was supposed to be killed, but you decided not to. So why me? What’s so special about me? There are women out there that would willingly do this for you, hundreds of times a day. Now. . .you’re willing to show me a part of your life that you keep hidden. Why Con? Why bother with me? We both know I don’t love you. We both know I don’t like you. We both know that what I feel for you borders on pure, physical hate. So why am I so damn important? You could put Tina in charge and just dump me.”

She let out a deep breath and swallowed her fear. Had she pushed him too far. . . her questioning his motives. What monster would she experience now? She wondered as her fingers fell to her lap and clenched the material of her dress. Her face was pale and her body tense as she waited for the first slap to land.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Love....Hate"

Conagher smiled and lifted a hand to touch Lucy's face, then stopped as she flinched, her eyes wide with the fear of the unknown.

"Pain or pleasure, what's the difference?"

He continued and touched her jaw, then cupped her face in his hand.

"It's a thin line Lucy, you can cross over by simply trying to walk in between."

Dropping his hand to her neck he rubbed the muscle of her shoulder and continued softly.

"I was sent to kill you, yes. To destroy the vault and all the secrets you held in it, and I nearly did...the first time I fucked you and you passed out I was supposed to make it look like an interlude gone bad, so you'd be found pumped full of cum and drugs...But the way you looked at me as I fucked you, and then before you passed out...."

Moving his hand away he laid the arm on the table, his eyes never leaving hers as he felt her own hand brush his, then settle next to it....

"I was the animal, the beast...and yet you didn't fear me...you wanted me, you lusted for me, and took all I could do to you and enjoyed it... I knew then for all your tough ways you were an innocent, that you were simply survivng the only way you knew how...and didn't deserve to die."

Smiling he covered her hand and used the other to sip at the last of his juice, licking his lips and watching Lucy follow his tongue as he lowered the glass...

"I don't love you either, sometimes I don't even LIKE you, you're a first class bitch when you have to be...or want to be...but I admire you, and think we have something in common many people don't ever find...passion..."

The meal came and went...the table was cleared and the two sat across from each other...Lucy taking glances at the man who had claimed her...and Conagher smiling when he caught her...until Geri arrived quietly and prodded them....

"First date? The meals over and times being wasted...or have I over stepped my boundries?"

Conagher grinned, his hand moving quick and sure to grip her blouse, his second never leaving Lucy's as he pulled Geri close and kissed her...

"You'd know smart cheeks....if you were, but you're right...we need to get moving, now get lost and give us a moment"

Turning his attention back to Lucy he ignored Geri as she sauntered away, her ass swinging provacatively and drawing Lucy's own eyes...and disdain...

"Did I mention she shot me?"

Conagher offered another glimpse and chuckled when Lucy's eyes snapped wide open and back to his...

"Truth...She put a round in my leg that first time we met....ask her about it someday....AFTER I tell her to listen to you though...her aim has gotten much better..."

Conagher stood and offered his hand to Lucy, then pulled her gently to him as she accepted it and rose, his hands pinning hers behind her back.

"I couldn't kill you Lucy, but you can't live without me...the secrets in that vault scare them almost as much as I do...so you need to listen to me, and if you can...trust me."

He kissed her, holding his lips on hers until Lucy gave in and opened them to her...and as she returned the kiss and rubbed her body against his he pulled away gently.

"Next stop is your place Lucy, to pack your belongings and move you in with me....my people reported a prowler breaking in last night, but they scared him or her away before anything was taken...are you ready?"

 

[Babette_____]

“Even if I weren’t ready, it wouldn’t matter would it?” she asked her voice soft and yielding. She walked with him out of the establishment and he helped her into the car. She kept her thoughts to herself, still not sure what she was going to do with her new life. Her mind was reeling in a million different directions, none of which seemed to be straight and true.

She felt his hand on her thigh and she trembled under it. She wanted to cover his hand with hers and she wanted to push it away. Instead she remained aloof, still trying to come to terms with this different Con. This Con was one she would have felt she could control. This Con was one she would have easily found willing to submit to her will. But that wasn’t the Con she knew. The animal, as he’d called himself, that was the man she knew. That was the man she was waiting to defend herself against . . . this Con was too new to her.

They arrived at the hotel where her private suite was and again she was pressed against Con and Geri followed. She took a deep breath as they entered the elevator and Con’s hands toyed with her ass. She gritted her teeth, but refused to either push back into his palm, or pull away from him.

Once in the hall she shook herself free of him and pulled her key from her purse. She slid it home and opened the door. She walked in and felt the freedom of her sanctuary gone. Her shoulders slumped and she sighed. “I’m not sure what you want me to bring or not, there’s nothing really sentimental here, so if there’s something you like take it.”

She shrugged her shoulders and walked away. She opened the door to the balcony and stared out at the city. Con appeared behind her and wrapped his arms around her. Again he showed her a side to him she wasn’t prepared for. He kissed her head and she pushed him away. “Don’t do that,” she demanded, crossing her arms in front of her.

“Don’t treat me like an equal when I’m anything but. . .at least not in your eyes. If I’m going to play your whore and your slut then don’t give me anything but the Monster. I don’t think I can handle the gentleman.”

Her eyes spoke of her confusion as she leaned against the banister. “How many people will I have to fuck to make you happy? How many will you allow to rape me, before you get what you want? When are you finished with me?” she asked, licking her lips and then tucking her hair behind her ear.

 

[BLACK BART]

"BULLSHIT"

Conagher stepped forward a second time and wrapped his arms around Lucy's waist, her crossed arms seperating them as he grinned and held her to him.

"You want respect Lucy....give it....you want trust, earn it...as for how many people will fuck you or use you....ONE, and only one...unless you betray me, then I treat you as you deserve."

He pulled her close and forced her back to the rail of the balcony, his eyes glittering with excitement as she fought him, then quit.

"You don't look as pretty when you're feeling sorry for yourself, and you don't lie very good either...what's upsetting you is having to live under MY roof and do it MY way...after so many years of doing it alone and your way. I can understand that, but you've pissed off a lot of people, powerful ones....and now you NEED me, don't you?"

Pulling an arm free he moved it to the hairs that still wouldn't obey, her own hand trying to pluck at them and failing as the wind caught them.

"As for ever being done with you?"

He poised the last question she had hurled at him and kissed her savagely, feeling her own body buck and twist against him as she fought to free her arms...her lips opening despite her muffled protests to let his tongue invade her own...This time he kept kissing her....kept his body against her....his hand cupping her buttock and massaging it to feel the damp heat of her sex creeping back....

Until he broke the kiss to speak to Geri over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving Lucy's own...

"Take everyone outside and wait for me there"

Not looking Conagher knew Geri listened, the door opening and closing as he studied Lucy and stroked her face, ignoring her words not to be the "gentleman".

"Do you want me to tire of you Lucy, are you that sure I don't want you...as much as you want me?"

 

[Babette_____]

Lucy felt his touch against her skin and leaned into it. Her eyes closed as he moved closer to her, his lips pressing to the beating pulse that rested under her ears. “I don’t want this,” she whispered, as her fingers slid up to pull at his shirt. She turned her head, their lips met and captured. She swirled her tongue against his and tasted the sweetness of his mouth. She whimpered and moaned then pulled away, shoving him off of her.

“Conner stop this.”

She walked away, once more crossing her arms and looking into the wind, ignoring the view of the city below them. “I was fine Con. I was doing well on my own before you stepped into my life.”

She pushed her stubborn strands away and cursed. “Aught to just cut the damn shit off,” she muttered, twisting her hair and tying it in a knot on the top of her head. She spun around and faced him. “I didn’t want you. I didn’t want this. I didn’t ask for you to rape me, or fuck me, or to let others do it too.”

Her eyes flashed with desire, desire which she was determined to ignore. “Can’t you just take what you want and leave me alone? Give me back Dirt; give me back my life? What more do you want from me? I don’t need your respect or your trust. I just need you gone, so I can go back to being me!”

Lucy shook her head in frustration. "I want to go back to the woman I was before you Con. I don't like this one."

 

[BLACK BART]

"It started the first day we met.... you dug up that story on the Colonal and refused to give it to me Lucy"

Conagher's hands went to his shirt and yanked at it, sending the buttons flying as he tore it off and dropped it on the floor.

"You started something none of us could stop that day, no one else"

He reminded her and pulled her to him again, his hand gripping her dress to give it the same treatment, baring her breasts and upper torso to his hungry eyes.

"And the first time I fucked you, you encouraged me, I saw the lust to be used in your eyes then...and I see it now."

Lucy slapped him and Conagher laughed, then gripped her arm and twisted her arm behind her back as he tore the dress completely off, leaving her in her G-string and high heels.

"You belong to me Lucy and we belong together, you shouldn't be so friggin jealous of me kissing someone else, unless you expect to keep me happy ALL the time."

He demanded and taunted, drawing a scream of anger as he hit the raw nerve he was searching for.

"Bastard!"

Lucy screamed and threw herself to the side, her free hand raised in a claw aimed to draw blood and gouge his eyes out.

"Bitch!"

Conagher countered and shoved her forward and away, to land face first over the back of an expensive couch.

"Nice veiw!"

Conagher moved quickly, grabbing Lucy's hair and holding her in the vulnerble position, his free hand undoing his pants and pulling his hard shaft out, then tearing the fragile panties off.

"You want this Lucy, admit it!"

He demanded and rubbed his cock against the wet slit of her sex, then thrust forward violently.

"You NEED it as much as I do!"

 

[Babette_____]

Lucy felt his cock slide into her. She shuddered violently around him, thankful he was buried within her slick sex. She pushed back, the stinging of her scalp brought another thrill from deep within her and she muttered a low, hungry curse. “Fucccck you..” she hissed as he pounded his way through her.

She wanted it. She knew it. Admitting to it made her weak. It was the last thing she had to hold over him. Last night she’d been tired, worn out, exhausted. That was why she gave in to him. She just needed rest. Now she was awake, refreshed, renewed from a good night’s sleep and a well cooked meal. Her stamina was back. Her bite was fierce and she desperately wanted to push his buttons.

“Come on Con. . .you’re the man remember. The one I need. The one I want to fuck. Getting soft on me already?” she taunted back.

Con knew what she was doing and humored her. He brought his hand down on her ass, slapping the flesh hard. The shock of the spanking brought a gasp from Lucy and she swore at him again. Another slap, followed by another, drover Lucy closer to a pending release. She cried out and felt her fluids explode from her pussy to lather her lover in silky moisture.

He pulled out and rolled her to her back. Lucy’s legs spread apart willingly and she waited to have his cock buried in her again. He laughed, grabbed her head and forced her open mouth down on his swollen rod.

Lucy’s felt her come sliding in and around her lips as she was dropped down the length of his dick. The fluids puddle at the back of her tongue and she swallowed them down. Her hands came up to wrap around his ass cheeks. Her nails biting into the cloth of his slacks. He lifted her up, pushed her down. Lucy felt the head of his cock slam back into her throat, forcing her to gag slightly, but she only angled her position and swallowed greedily his length.

Soon Con was growling lower and Lucy looked up at him. The triumphant look in her eyes spoke volumes and Con recognized it. He pulled out and slapped her face. Lucy was shocked and he laughed. “On all fours slut,” he demanded.

Lucy dropped and felt him follow behind her. His hands grabbed her ass and he buried himself inside her tight home. She cursed at him for making her wait, but eventually she was again moaning and squeezing, begging and whimpering for him to use her to get off on. Her fingers were buried deep in her pussy and as his come shot into her ass, her own coated her fingers once again.

She collapsed on the ground. Con went with her. His mouth rested near her ear. "Admit it Lucy."

She swallowed and squeezed his softening shaft with her ass muscles. "Con . . . I want this. I want you. I hate it, but God damn I need it."

 

[BLACK BART]

"So do I, Lucy"

Con lay half on top of Lucy and smiled, his fingers stroking the mark they had left on her cheek, his eyes meeting her own.

"And that makes us two of a unique kind, doesn't it?"

Her muscles flexed and kneaded his cock, making him groan as Lucy grinned an evil smile.

"What's wrong Con, cat got your tongue?"

Laughing he gripped her hips and slid his cock from her ass, then rolled to pull her on top off him and position his cock to her own sex.

"Close baby...but this pussy needs cock..not tongue right now."

Ramiing himself upward he watched Lucy drop herself as well, and somewhere in between thier flesh met with a meaty smack, making Lucy's full breasts sway erotically.

"Tell me who owns you Lucy"

Conagher fucked her from below with hard, timed strokes his eyes holding hers as she whimpered and moaned.

"Tell me and I'll let no one else fuck you"

He promised, his hands reaching up to pinch her nipples between hard fingers.

"Tell me Lucy."

He demanded again, then smiled as the words tumbled from her full lips.

"Now CUM for me Lucy"

Conagher demanded and pulled on her already swollen and punished nipples, the motion drawing a cry of pain from her throat even as she washed his cock with her juices.

"Now ride me slut, and make me happy..."

He continued, sliding his hands from her breasts to grip her hips and pull her down on him...