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Ups+downs 2
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<< The Ups and Downs of Crime >>
by Tenebrius
Chapter 2: Cummings and goings
"Where the hell is he?" she wondered. Eileen glanced down at
her watch "1:17." He must be in trouble, but there were no sirens.
The engine turned over easily. She flipped on the headlights and
pulled away from the curb. The streets were deserted except for the
chirping of the crickets, the hum of the dry white mercury street
lights. She turned the corner and drove past her house. The light
in the bedroom, the car in the driveway. "Fuck, she wasn't supposed
to be back until Friday." She continued driving, finally parking in
condominium lot. What was she to do?
"If she's found him, either she's called the police or he has
her subdued. If she hasn't found him, he'll wait until she leaves in
the morning. Just don't do anything stupid, Michael. Keep your
cock to itself," she said angrily, but her thoughts were more for his
welfare. "I'll wait till she leaves, tommorrow and circle back
around." Eileen locked the doors and curled up the best she could
to sleep. She wanted Michael's warm body beside her.
Alex walked to the side of the bed, leaning down over Chuck. As
his hand ran up the muscular thigh, the bed shook as his free leg
sent a swift blow to the blond's stomach, tossing him back against the
wall. As he hit the wall, the gun fell from his hand.
"H-Uh-Uh H-Ay-h-uh!" screamed Chuck.
"Way to go, moron," thought Michael, "just hang a sign around
your neck saying abuse me, please." Chuck struggled at the handcuffs.
The blond rose slowly. He moved hesitantly to the foot of the
bed and stooped down. When Alex stood he had the shears in his hand.
He walked over to the closet, reached about, then turned holding ankle
straps. He walked towards Chuck who shook the rails, flexing his
muscles, and cursing through his gag. Michael could hear the leather
straps come down repeatedly with a cold, harsh slap upon Chuck's
flesh. Chuck gave grunts but struggled to show neither fear nor pain.
Alex tossed them towards Aleisha. He took the scissors and placed
the point along Chuck's heaving abdomen and drew it downward. The
steel was cold along his sweaty abs. When he reached his cock, the
steel jaws openned and slid slowly over the barbarian's cock and
balls. He began to apply greater pressure, then very slowly rocked
the scissors back and forth.
"They're very sharp, aren't they Chuck?" There was a faint whim-
per. Beads of perspiration formed about the brows of his dark, deep
eyes as he gazed down the length of his torso. "Aleisha's going to
secure your feet," the scissors tightened, "Is that all right? ..."
The scissors rocked back and forth once again. A red line was slowly
forming. "I didn't hear you, Chuck. Is that all right?" Still they
closed tighter. The pressing blades felt as if they were burning
into his skin. Chuck nodded yes. Tighter. "Yes, please, *Master*!
Say it!" Backward then forward.
"M-M-M-M! Ee-Ee, M-ah-ah!" the giant begged tearfully. Alex
nodded. Aleisha swiftly secured each foot to the bed. Alex eased the
pressure. When she finished, he slowly drew up, leaving small red
lines welled with blood. SNIP! The blond snapped closed the jaws in
the air. Michael jumped involuntarily.
"Now classical sadism would require," Alex waved about the shears
before Chuck, "a severance." Alex reached over and slid the shears
onto the nightstand. He then sat beside the shackled Hercules. "And
neosadism," Alex stroked along Chuck's calf and thigh, "recommends
salt ...," higher to the balls, "and/or lemon juice." Chuck swallowed
feebly. The blond stroked over his bush then up his chiselled olym-
pian features; tracing along his abdomenals, up his interleaved ser-
ratus, his massive pectorals. He stopped. "But I firmly believe that
pain should enhance pleasure and," he stroked Chuck's tense trapezius,
over the round deltoid which flowed into thick biceps and triceps,
"vice versa." He rose from the bed and went back to the front of the
bed. He knelt before Michael, the lash was just before Michael's
right foot. Alex's hand reached forward toward the lash but fell
short. His hand patted the ground before him, his fingers brushed the
shaft and quickly encircled it.
"My God, he's blind." Michael realized. "M-m-m!" Alex stood.
While all of this transpired, Michael would make frequent glances at
Aleisha. She seemed to savor every second. Running her tongue over
her lips. She would smile at his glances. Her eyes would sweep over
him. Delicately she'd suck on her finger, mouthing it with leisurely
delight. Then parting her labia, she'd roll the finger over her clit,
sliding it in and out. He indicated his approval despite his
restraints.
"Use her to get released then eliminate the blond," Michael's
brain thought. "I'm naked, gagged, and spread-eagled; how the fuck am
I supposed to seduce her?" he countered. He winked. She smiled and
shifted. He nodded toward Alex who was now heading to the chair. She
glanced over at the blond, then Michael, then smiled. Her eyes gave
him frostbite.
"Aleisha, my pet, come here!" he commanded. She sauntered over,
detouring to drag her fingernails teasingly down Michael's chest to
his navel. Her hips and ass bobbed effortlessly like a buoy on a gen-
tle sea. He tapped the lash into his palm. "You were a bad girl. Get
in position!" She was so independent, so rebellious. Would she sub-
mit? Blind, he could hardly force her. She knelt before him, her
ass raised towards the blond. Her eyes fixed on the voyeur-thief,
intense and lusting. Sw-w-ish. Her eyes blinked slightly but her
gaze held fast. S-w-wish. S-w-wish. Several more blows. Sw-wish.
With this final blow, her eyes were pressed closed, her lip trembled
slightly. His hand reached down and carressed the side of her ass.
"You have thirty more lashes coming. You may accept them or choose a
champion." Her head cocked back. Her body turned, her hands cupping
about his hand grasping the lash. She awarded it several light
kisses.
"Then I shall choose," she whispered. She rose approaching the
thief. Her hands circled under his outstretched arms, grabbed his
wrists and slid them down to his shoulders. Her eyes were locked to
his. Her breath fell warmly on his chest. Her leg ran up and down
the outside of his thigh. She smiled and drew back. The blond rose
and started to approach. Her extended palm stopped his advance. She
then went behind Michael. She let her fingers run through Chuck's
rich black hair. His eyes betrayed his fear. She smiled. Her hair
draped over his chest. Her tongue frolicked about his nipples
and up his taut arm. Her hand ran up his inner thigh. She turned
back to the blond, "I choose the thief," she said with cold delight.
"M-m-m!" Michael wriggled helplessly. Alex smiled.
"Would you like to administer the thirty lashes, pet?" She
smiled and ran over to take the lash. Alex stepped back. She took
the whip in hand and let the thongs dangle about her leg. Her eyes
looked laughingly into Michael's. Her hair flowed wildly over her
shoulders. She stepped forward, her ripe melons undulating slightly.
She spread her legs slightly, her lips cracked a nasty smile while
striking a pose right out of some bondage magazine _sans_ black halter
and hip boots.
She placed the head of the lash upon his shoulder, the thongs
hanging and dancing along his shoulder blade. His chest rose and fell.
The woven shaft bumped along neck until the tassles came sliding down
his shoulder one by one. "M-m-m!" he begged, feeling a cold sweat
breaking out over his body. She ran the stiff shaft down his side and
along his thigh. S-lap. A mild sting along his left thigh. S-slap. A
sting followed to his right side. "Does that hurt?" she asked staring
into his eyes. He shook his head no.
S-s-slap! S-s-slap! S-s-slap! "Ah!" he bit into the foam ball;
his muscles jerked as the biting blows bit his shoulders and side. She
carressed his cock with the lash then circled behind him. S-s-slap!
S-s-slap! His eyes spasmed as the blows fell against his back and ass.
"My dear, you can be a lot harder in some areas, especially the
ass and upper back."
"Really?" S-s-swish! S-s-swish!
"A-a-a-a!" Michael shifted as the thongs swept painfully about
his back, biting just under his right breast.
"You're right." S-s-swish! S-s-swish! Red stripes rose along
his thighs. "I'm ready to start counting now." Michael's breathing
raced. S-s-slap! "One" S-s-swish! "Two" After twenty blows, the
pain seemed meaningless. He gazed into her eyes. Another blow. He
let his body collapse. "... thirty." She dropped the whip. She drew
close to his sweat covered body and its red stripes. His head had fallen
forward to his chest. Her hands brushed along his cheeks, running her
fingers into his matted hair. She gently pushed his head back until his
eyes met hers. "My hero," she whispered. She pressed her lips to his
nose. She slowly dropped to her knees. Her mouth closed over the head
of his cock. His body ached, filled with a dull buzzing sensation. Her
tongue danced about it. Then she released it, sucking and nibbling along
his length. Kissing lightly, then grabbing short sections into her mouth
like a wild animal tearing at carrion. It quickly began to grow. Her
tongue danced eagerly about his balls as she gently worked them into her
mouth. She released them taking the head once again into her mouth but
now her teeth enticingly encircled them. As he attempted to withdraw, she
tightened her bite. As he entered, she relaxed. She grabbed his ass,
pulling his entire cock into her throat. She pulled back then forward.
He struggled to thrust, but she retained control. In and out, warm and
wet. Her tongue would sometimes jiggle the flesh at the base of his dick.
She stopped and rolled back.
"Fucking cock tease," he thought. His prick was tight, cocked, and
needed just a little more to fire. "M-m-m-m!" he cried frustratedly,
shaking his rock-hard dick about. She sat back, fingering her clit. She
drew herself up. Spreading her labia, he saw her hot, thick pussy. She
climbed onto his awaiting cock. Her hands rolled about his neck, causing
searing pain as they slid along his lash stripes. Her legs wrapped around
his thighs. Awkwardly he now supported both of them. His cock lodged
deep within her. The pain, the desire. She slowly pushed and withdrew.
He tried to swallow.
"Use it," she whispered. He tried to shake her off, but she continued
to slowly ride him; keeping him erect, but not allowing him to fire. The
fiercer he struggled, the more the pain and the more he enjoyed it. She
began licking and sucking his neck. The sweat. Her legs drew him tightly
into her, now there was no stimulation. Her tongue caused shooting pain as
it traced his shoulder. Soon it became just a dull ache. "Go my stallion!"
Obediently, his hips began pumping, pushing his full cock into her wet,
sliding cunt. Aleisha's tongue strayed about his ear. Pump! Pump! His
abdomenals tightened as they worked to drive his shaft upwards. She drew
tighter, their sweaty bosoms becoming as one. The restraints pulled at his
wrists. Pump! Pump! P-u-m-p!
"Uh-uh ..." He exploded within her. Reflexly he continued to pump,
then a warm feeling swept over him. She disentangled their limbs. His
arms were numb. His legs would barely support him. All pain was gone;
now there was only a tingling.
Aleisha turned back to Alex, "I have a present for you." She disap-
peared from the room. Chuck shook the bed, but Michael was to overcome to
care. The blond went over to him. He touched his chest, then his hands
ran out along the thief's broad shoulders.
"You mustn't totally commit," he chided as he began to massage Michael's
stiff trapezius. "Use it, but don't be absorbed," he whispered as if a con-
fidence was being exchanged. Michael looked up at him.
"Use the Force, Luke" ran through Michael's mind. The cloud of euphoria
was quickly dissipating. The blond's left hand moved to Michael's jaw; the
fingers passed lightly over his nose and eyes, surveying his face.
"Is she in the room?" he whispered. Michael shook his head no. "I will
help you escape. She ..." he stopped as Michael threw his head to the side
displacing Alex's hand. The door openned. "You seemed to have exhausted him
my pet," Alex said turning to the door. She approached with a bag in hand.
"No pain, no gain," she purred as she handed him the bag. He reached
within; his fingers explored the contents. His face twisted in puzzlement.
He withdrew it and held it in both hands. She pressed her lips to his ear,
"They will be very useful ... now," she whispered with amusement. He turned
to her. Her hands slid onto his, guiding his fingers over various features
of the bag's contents. "This one," her fingers directed his to a small valve,
"is where the inflation pump inserts." Alex stopped to ponder its possibil-
ities.
"M-m-m-m!" cried Chuck who was getting angry at his bondage, began to
bounce about. His arms and legs were growing stiff.
"Chuck's ready for the playroom," Alex said happily. Aleisha smiled.
She left the room while Alex went back to the closet. Michael heard some-
thing being poured. a powerful odor hit his nostrils. Chloroform. He felt
Chuck convulse as Alex held the rag over his nose. Strong at first, there was
a short burst then all activity quickly died off. Aleisha brought in a wheel-
chair. The pair released the bonds securing his hands and feet. They then
sat him up and moved him into the wheelchair. Aleisha wheeled him out, fol-
lowed by the blond.
He was tired and sore. He glanced about at his bonds, trying to twist
his wrist around in the cuff to undo its attachment. The sweat-swelled felt
made that nearly impossible. On the lamp stand lay his pick set. He wond-
ered if even Houdini had these types of days. He twisted his head about to
the window. The sky was getting lighter. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! His wrists
ached, his arms ached, his legs ached, his back and shoulders ached. His
eyes closed.
"Where doesn't it hurt? Here?" She kissed his forehead. "He-ere?" She
kissed his nose. "Here?" She kissed his lips. Her hand strolled down his
chest. "What about here?" she asked touching his cock. She sat down and
began to close her mouth over it. His head hit his chest awakening him.
Damn, there was a comfortable waterbed just behind, beckoning him. He won-
dered why they were taking so long. There was some comfort in having a tor-
mentor. Eileen. Maybe she'll come back after they're gone. Does he free
Chuck? Boy, that backfired the last time. Then a dismal thought hit; if
she's still on vacation until Friday, she may have no reason to leave. His
mind now ran in frantic circles. He pulled at his bonds once again but
there was no give. They've been gone forever, he thought. Cocking his head
towards the closet, he caught a glimpse of the clock. "2:53!" Even if he
did escape, he'd need to find clothes to wear. "Chuck's clothes were un-
rended." There was a glimmer of hope, if he could escape. Michael stared
out the open door into the hallway. He could hear them working in the cellar.
Was he next? Would Alex help him escape? What was the import of his warning.
He heard steps then the cellar door closed.
She appeared at the doorway and assumed a spreadeagle pose in the door
frame. She ran her tongue over her lips, ground her hips slowly in the air,
and then blew him a kiss. She sauntered over to him.
"Master Alex asked me to make you ... comfortable." She drew close.
"Do you find me ..." her finger began running down his chest, "attractive?"
Her voice was clear and crisp, etching into his fogged mind. His eyes looked
at her smooth, tan features. Her green eyes looking up from beneath her
lashes gave her words an unnerving sincerity. He nodded yes. Her finger
continued downward to the tip of his penis. She walked to his side. Her
finger now began to trace beneath his arm. "Do you find Master Alex ...
attractive?" He shifted uneasily as her hand glided down his side.
"N-n-uh. Uh-m-m n-m," Michael replied, shaking his head. She moved
close, pressing her lips close to his ear from behind.
"He finds you attractive, you know," she tauntingly offered. Her fin-
gers ran up the crack of his ass. "I find you very attractive ... too."
She drew back. "You were," her voice took on a more maternal tone, "a very
naughty young man ... watching me like that." The closet door openned and
closed. "Did it arouse you?" She came back around wearing a blue silk
robe. It caught the growing light her curves a living fluidity. She dis-
appeared from the room for a moment, re-entering with a hot water bottle.
"M-M-M-M!" he screamed, struggling desperately to use wearied limbs.
She calmly rolled back the latex cup, grasped his penis, and rolled it up
the shaft, attaching the hose to the cup's tip.
"Sorry, love, but we can't have any accidents." She then retrieved the
pole from the ground. A cold sweat broke across his brow. His eyes met hers
as he lightly shook his head. Her face melted into a smile. "If you strug-
gle, you're likely to make me hurt you ... more," she added gleefully. She
went around, spread his cheeks, and placed the pole against his asshole. She
gave it a slight twist and push to secure it. He clenched his sphincter
tightly closed. "It's easier if you relax." Easier for you, he thought.
As Aleisha re-positioned the end of the shaft on the bed, it pressed increas-
ingly against his asshole. At last it surrendered. Slowly, the rounded
head moved up into his ass. As she moved about on the bed, it would gently
press and sway. Surprisingly, his cock was becoming firm.
"You and Chuck have," her hands reached around, wandering through his
chest air, stroking his pectorals, pressing down for a final carress along
his balls and cock, "exhausted me. I'll see you in the morning. I'll be
sleeping ... naked ... behind you." She draped the robe over his head. He
shifted his head and it flowed over his shoulder, landed on the edge of the
bed, and then rolled down his thigh. As it tumbled to the floor, his leg
hairs bristled. She laughed and rolled back causing the pole to plunge up
his ass causing him to wince. "Mmmmmm ... you have a nice, strong back and
a gorgeous little ass." She giggled. The nightstand drawer openned.
"Mmmmmmm." He heard a rustle and felt the pole move gently in and out.
As she rocked about. Then he noticed a small mechanized hum. "Oh-oh. Yes!
Again!" Still the hum. The dildo's vibrations ran up through Michael's pole
as well. As her hips gyrated, the vibrating pole danced within the thief.
His cock grew harder. "OH. Yes ..." She rolled about with more furor,
driving the dildo in and out, letting its head, now coated with her ample
lube, send shockwaves up her clit. Weary and driven, his mind stopped
focusing on his surroundings. The rocking of the pole in his ass created a
longing in his cock. Please suck me, he thought.
"Ee-ee-h uh-uh m-ee!" He begged. She was oblivious to him.
"Ah! Ah!" her breathing was frantic, wild. As she gazed up from her
pillow, her strong helpless man-slave hung there. His blue eyes held an in-
domitable spirit which drove her. He would do anything to satisfy her plea-
sures or risk her wrath. The vibrating head moved down the crack of her ass.
His fingers explored the bonds. She smiled. He was spirited and would need
training. Not broken. He was a wild stallion. Challenging. Exciting in
his capricious attempts. The thick head of the dildo vibrated against her
glistening lips. She undulated her hips gently. She watched his back mus-
cles round as the wave pressed the shaft up his ass. The dildo pressed into
her lusting cavern. She closed her walls about it, sending its sparks
showering within. She trembled within. Out slowly along her clit, then an-
other diving plunge. Now it roamed about within seeking her g-spot. He had
turned his head. She focused on his profile, the curly brown hair, the un-
shaven stubble, the firm jaw. She closed her eyes and pressed back her head.
Her finger ran about her pussy now thick with cream. Slow strokes, long
strokes. Then butterfly strokes. Aleisha imagined his tongue servicing her.
"O-o-h!" Her breathing was light and tense. She glanced up to see his
muscular arms flexing against the restraints. "Ah! ah! AH!" No more, she
thought. The tension exploded within her, the delectable tightening and
the dancing spasms. The tidal wave hit leaving now a warm pool of bliss.
Her body went involuntarily limp.
There was a pause. He heard a deep sigh. The vibrator turned off.
Aleisha layed there, her eyes closed. She exhaustedly threw her arm to the
side of the bed, letting the dildo drop to the ground. Her body was bathed
in warmth. Within she sensed the spasming tightness slowly fade. Her body
tingled. As the warm feeling flushed her face, she turned and fell off to
sleep.
"Ee-ee-h ..." He heard her breathing deepen, her movements slowed.
His cock slowly lowered. But now his balls ached, longing to bash against
her loins. After ten minutes, he had to relieve himself. The warm urine
filled the tip, then trickled down the tube. All was quiet. Everyone was
asleep except him. He tried to close his eyes, but the pole prevented
him from slouching. His thoughts turned to Eileen peacefully sleeping, un-
aware of his predicament. Where was Alex? Did he want him to arrive on
the scene? Rescuer or tormentor? And Aleisha. His mind drifted back to
her. She had been just another rich girl whose house he would rob. When
he first saw her, she was attractive but very intense. But now? She gave
him ... he longed for her but .... His mind was trapped by opposing desires.
Hopefully the light of day would help dispell the clouds. His arms and legs
were beginning to cramp. His mouth was very dry. His head buzzed as he
drew a deep breath, letting his chest sink. He let his eyes close.
Her hand reached down and turned the doorknob. "Michael?" she called
in. She walked down the hallway, the boards creaked under each cautious
step. At the end of the hall was a closed door with light streaming out
from underneath. She walked over to it. The door was ajar, she pushed it
open. "Mich..." Michael looked up from the bed. He was naked except for
the green sheet which layed over his thigh. Beside him was Aleisha, her
hand carressing his chest hair.
"Eileen! What ar you doing here?" Michael asked as he jumped from the
bed reaching for his briefs.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" She stormed down the hallway, out the front
door, and down to the car. Michael came running out wearing his sweatpants
as she slammed the car door and started the engine. He ran to the passen-
ger door, but she had locked it and hit the accelerator. She was confused.
As she drove along, she got angrier. She looked up to see an oncoming
truck. She struck the horn. BEEEEEEEEEP!
Eileen woke with a start. Her elbow bore a red imprint from the steer-
ing wheel. She drew several deep breaths. She was chilled. She started
the car, turning on the heat. She thought, then engaged the car and drove
to a nearby doughnut shop for some coffee. She needed to think through the
situation. "It isn't the first time my brains have had to save your brawn,"
she mused.
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