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This is a very old story from my archive, and is just the first two
parts (of 4 claimed; I never found the other two) ... I am not the
author, and would be much obliged if anyone else can post any later
chapters, I did not see them on
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Subj: REPOST: Ups and Downs of Crime, Chapter 1
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I am forwarding the story "Ups and Downs of Crime" from
alt.sex.bondage. It contains mixed scenes of con-SENSUAL and non-
consensual sex--bound and un-bound, hetero and homo. For those
who missed the first three chapters, I amreposting those along
with the new chapter 4.
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<< The Ups and Downs of Crime >>
by Tenebrius
Chapter One: Who's on First?
The silver cutlass came around the corner and stopped in
front of the small brick ranch. The young man pointed pointed up
and the young woman beside him nodded. The neighbor was out
watering his lawn. The car pulled up and he neared the fence.
The girl rolled down her win- dow.
"My husband and I are visiting from Tennessee, and Aleisha
and I were roomates in college. I tried callin' but didn't get
any answer. Do you know when she might be back today? I'm
leaving tomorrow and wanted to just drop by to say hi." She took
her sunglasses off, expos- ing her brown eyes.
"Sorry Miss," he man wiped his brow, "she's gone till
Friday." The woman's smile faded. She turned back to her husband
then to the window.
"Thanks," she said politely, leaning back and rolling up her
win- dow. The neighbor returned to his watering. The car backed
up and sat for a few minutes. Then the door openned, the girl
got out and ran up to the door. She posted a note and then
walked back to the car. The neighbor looked over and waved. She
smiled and waved back, hopping into the car. The car drove off.
He drove to a local restaurant and parked. "It is a barrel
lock and the windows seem secured only by the sash latch. I
didn't see any tapes or alarm boxes," she said cooly.
"Good. Should be an easy job." She pulled off her wig and
took out the contacts. "Lunch?"
About nine, Eileen dropped Michael off a couple blocks from
the house. Lots of bushes and fences, few neighbors, rich
neighborhood. "The rich, god bless'em," he thought. He sat and
waited. At 10:30, the neighbor's lights went out. There was no
moon. The crickets were content. He moved cautiously to the
door. The paper was still sit- ting there, as was the mail.
Yes, even the note from "Rosie, your new Avon Representative"
that Eileen left stuck in the door frame. He He pulled out his
latex gloves and picks. He noticed a light on in the back room.
Watching it he couldn't see any movement. He pulled on the
gloves and openned the screen door. Within seconds he had the
door open. "No alarm yet." Quickly but quietly he entered,
closing the door and locking it behind him.
He pulled out his flashlight, covered with red cellophane.
He scanned about totalling market prices; "CD $120, VCR ... um
8-head, $250, ..." He glanced about at the large Italian leather
sofa and the clear glass cocktail table. "Very nice. Good
taste." He heard a rustling from the back room. His heart
started to race. A cat? Damn, he thought. He pulled out his
revolver and adjusted the black ski mask. He froze and listened.
He slowly moved past the cellar door into the kitchen. He
felt the stove; it was cool. The sink was empty and dry. There
were no footsteps. There was a wine rack. Carefully surveying
he noticed a few sauvignons and two beaujolais. "Not cheap
labels." He headed for the bedroom, listening for any rustling.
He flashed his light into the bathroom. Dry, immaculate.
Every- thing from hairbrush to toothbrush had distinct female
touch. He stood before the bedroom door, light pouring out from
beneath it. His heart raced as he wondered what to do. In
researching her, he didn't find any evidence for pets. Was she
in there? If she was, did she know he was in her house? Did the
babe pack a gun? Was it a housesitter?
R-r-ring! R-R-ring! Would she answer the phone? R-r-ring!
R-r-ring! A slight shifting could be heard. R-r-ring!. Then the
answering machine kicked on, "Hello. You've reached the
Kennington residence. Please leave a message and we'll contact
you as soon as possible. Beep!" Then a very seductive voice came
over the intercom, "How's my pet. Mommy will be home soon." He
heaved a sigh. Good news and bad news. Lowering his gun, he
walked to the door. He was still troubled; he had checked her
garbage. There were no Purina cans. It might be a dog, you can
get the pound sacks, but there were no pet items in the kitchen.
A snake? "What's the matter, Indy?" he chuckled.
He openned the door and nearly shit his pants. Before him
was a twentyish, sandy blond man secured spread-eagle between the
front two posts of the waterbed. The blond was terrified,
helpless, and despearately fought his bonds and gag. Michael was
unsure what to do. He looked at the compromised man. A hose
attach the guy's dick to a hotwater bottle. A pole was stuck up
his ass, it's end pressed into the water bed. A stiff leather
collar with its serrated edges poked into his chin. His arms
were chained just above his shoulders. His legs already chained
apart were also attached to the neck collar forcing him to keep
his knees bent. Michael thought such are the perversions of the
rich. Gathering himself up, he went over to the boudoir and
looked for jewelry. "M-m-m-m m-m-h!"
"Free you and deprive you of your fun?" Michael said
matter-of- factly as he rummaged about the drawers. Nothing. He
turned and walked over to the blond. He took his gun and held it
before the terrified eyes. "I'll make a deal with you," Michael
said, gently flipping the hose with the gun barrel, "Tell me
where her jewelry is, and," he strolled behind the man's view,
"I'll let you go. If you don't," he wrapped his hand about the
pole and gave it a slight lift causing the blond to whimper, then
releasing, "I could make things more ... " he walked before the
helpless man, "enjoyable!?" Michael noticed the man's hardon.
He did enjoy it. Michael stepped back. Damn, this has got to
stop. If the police come, I'll get blamed for this. "Sorry,
`pet' ... but I gotta go!" Michael started for the kitchen when
a car pulled up, its headlights bathing the kitchen. There was
the sound of car doors closing and a key working its way into the
lock. "Shit!" He went back into the bedroom and looked about,
an old boudoir and a closet. The window! The kitchen door
openned.
"Mommy's home and she has a treat for you!"
"Double Fuck!" Michael turned to the young man, "I've never
had to kill anyone. Don't make me do it now." He put the gun
barrel to the man's nose, "Or you'll be snorting more than
cocaine." He quickly hid in the closet, while bags rustled in the
kitchen.
There were low voices in the kitchen. She wasn't alone.
This job had gone from cinch to nightmare. He left the door
partly ajar so he could watch for an opportunity to escape. He
prepared himself as it would probably require force. Damn, it
seemed so easy, so ... so ideal. Eileen would be waiting. The
bedroom door openned.
"How was your weekend, my darling?" Michael gingerly
reposi- tioned himself. Her raven black hair cascaded over her
white silk blouse. The frilled edge formed a giant smile
scooping up her firm, round breasts. The Italian black leather
miniskirt looked more like fresh paint. Her features were oddly
haunting--soft, empathic, but with eyes that could burn holes in
steel. She glanced about casually, but he felt like she saw
right through the door. She started to ap- proach it then
stopped, going instead to the boudoir. She took off her shirt
and bra, stroking her hand through her hair. Undoing her pants,
she slid out of her panties. She strolled over to the bed and
fell back into it gently. The waves cascaded down, thrusting the
pole up and then down. There was a moan. "I'm sorry darling.
This has been a long weekend for you." She crawled over, each
step plunging the pole. She stood and carressed his temples.
She gently massaged his taut arms.
"M-m-m-m n-a-h m-m-m-m!" His head tried to flex in
Michael's direction but was quickly restrained by the collar.
Michael squeezed the gun more firmly.
"You missed momma?" She kneeled beside him, her tongue
slowly began to work along his side. The hose in front was
quickly rising from the floor. She stood and ran her thigh
against his side. "I bought you a present!" She stepped down to
the floor before the man. Taking the end of the hose out of the
hot water bottle, she stuffed it into his already gagged mouth.
Her hands slid leisurely along his sides. Michael ached to watch
his trembling knees as her tongue ran along his thighs and along
his scrotum. She would press herself close then pull back. His
every hump drove the shaft into his ass. Teasingly her tongue
ran upward along his firm abdomen causing them to ripple. She
nibbled his side, giggled, then stood up and stepped back.
Her pussy was hot and wet; Michael watched as she stroked
her finger along its rim, inviting him. The building pressure in
his pants brought him back. She went over to the dresser and
pulled out a silk wrap. She pulled it over her head; it slid
easily over her tan, rounded shoulder. It was secured only over
the left shoulder, draping about her like a Greek gown. She was
truly the goddess Diana. Her right nipple was barely covered;
her amber love nest could just be seen when she raised her arms.
He had the gun. The dick is helpless. Michael--rape, false
imprisonment, bodily injury, theft, how many more charges are you
gonna rack up? She turned and left the room. Michael started to
get up to stretch, when the door openned. He resumed his squat,
the pain slowly building in his legs.
"I told you, you have to trust me, Chuck." she laughed. The
door openned wider as Aleisha guided him in. His strong, thick
hands were securely about her waist, a loose blindfold covered
his eyes. Chuck was tall, dark haired, tanned. A regular beach
jock, Michael thought. His Gold's gym muscle shirt hung over his
massive chest by precariously frayed straps. Her body shifted
smoothly about and his arms followed into an embrace. Her hands
were small and white in comparison, flowing like water over his
powerful neck, over his rounded shoulders, and down his massive
biceps. Her smooth leg rubbed up and down against his tree like
thigh. "So tense," she seemed to purr. Her toe pushed the door
closed. He grinned as his lips mistak- enly hit her eyebrow.
She quickly guided his mouth towards hers where her tongue began
its explorations. Her left hand ran up his shirt, stroking along
his pectorals and sculptured sides while the other strolled down
his spandex shorts, along the crack of his ass, moving towards
his cock. His hand grappled her full breast. His mouth moved to
her neck.
"M-mm-m n-mm-m!"
"What the fuck?" He pulled off his blindfold and drew back.
He shook his head. "This is too kinky." He turned back to look
at the blond, snorted then shook his head. Michael was curious
to see how she would resolve this, if she would cry and the whole
incident breakdown.
"He payed me to act out his game. This is what he wants.
You are what I want. That is the reality." She looked into his
eyes.
"Not me, lady!" He turned to the blond, pointing his finger
at him, "You're a sicko!" She cooly went to the bureau and
brought out a small lash. She gave the blond a modest stroke
across the thigh.
"Isn't this what you wanted? You are brutally beaten, made
to suffer unbearable pain." She gave him another lash upon his
shoulder. "As your lover, I throw myself upon the barbarian lord
to save you. You are forced to watch me make love to another
man." The blond struggled uncomfortably. She drew close to the
helpless man. "You are my love. I would do anything for you."
Her hands stroked along his outstretched arms. Her head sank,
her solemn face pressed against his strong, bare chest. She fell
on her knees before him. She wrapped her arms about his waist.
Both Michael and Chuck found themselves transfixed by this
seeming transformation. She rose and dropped at Chuck's feet,
her arms wrapped about his leg. "Please, Barbarian Lord, I will
do any- thing to save Zorel." She pressed her cheek against his
crotch. "Do not hurt him," her voice vibrated through Chuck's
spandex, "I will fulfill you," her warm breath made him to shift.
His cock was emi- nently in favor of it. She rubbed her cheek
over his growing bulge.
Chuck started to look over at the bed when she reached up.
He went to take her hand to lift her but she beckoned him down.
At first he was resistant, but then he complied. She pulled off
his shirt. She pressed her lips to his. He closed his eyes as
her teeth pulled at his ear. Her breast dangled before his
mouth. The warm breath caused her nipple to go erect. His
tongue reached out, guiding the nipple to his mouth where he
gently bit and sucked it.
"M-m-m-m m-m-m" he sobbed. In struggling he dislodged the
hose which sent a spray of piss upon the two. Chuck was drawn
back to the reality.
"You bastard." She jumped up, grabbing the lash. She
awarded him several hard pelts, causing him to flinch. Red
stripes formed along his side. "You fucking moron! You
shit-eating idiot!" She gave him several more beatings to his
back, sides, and thighs. She dropped the whip and broke into
sobs. She looked at him with her laser eyes, "It's all your
fault! Why did you make me do this?" Chuck looked up at him,
this pathetic figure.
"You stupid sicko! You want some abuse, I give you some
pain!" he ranted drawing himself up to his full 6'8" frame. The
blond shook his head feebly trying to avoid violence. Chuck
picked up Aleisha, looking over the blond's predicament.
Gathering up Aleisha in his arms, he walked over gently laying
her on the bed. Once on the bed, Michael could no longer see
them. "You can't see us make love, Zorel, but you can damn well
feel it. My long hard cock will be penetrating you and your
woman." He pulled off his spandex pants and climbed in beside
her, the pole was leveraged by their weight.
Michael sat there in the dark listening to the murmurings
and gig- gles of Aleisha and Chuck, punctuated with intermittent
moans. "Christ, I gotta stand up, my legs are killing me." He
reflected on the blond, cramped like that with a pole shoved up
his ass for three days. "Zorel? ...try Sore-as-hell!"
"Oh, you Beast! Stop ... mm, stop." Chuck hunched over
her; her arms swept up about his neck. Her legs rubbed down his
sides, her feet scooping about his buttocks. His hand ran
slowly, appreciatively down her side gliding to her hot, wet
clit. His finger slowly circle, then gently entered, exploring.
"O-o-h," the sound, so soft, seemed to melt as uttered. Deeper,
"o-o-h," and then a snaking about as it slowly with- drew. He
kissed her neck, then her breasts. Her nipples grew as his moist
warm tongue pulled, circled, then withdrew to let the cool air
wash over them. He re-entered her clit with two fingers.
"O-o-oh." As his fingers slowly twisted about, tracing the
recesses of an inner sanctum, she gave a sudden convulse.
"Uh-uh!" came a high-pitched whimper echoed by a moan from
behind. Chuck smiled. He looked down at her, her head pressed
back into the pillow, her hair a cascading swirl about her face.
Her eyes openned, lusting into his. Her hand had circled about
his cock, wrapping about its thick, firm base. Gently she
squeezed ... rhythmically ... slowly moving down its 8" length.
He had been supporting his weight with one arm and it was
beginning to ache. He started to shift.
"No," she said firmly but without demand. "The pain is
desire. The ache is the need." Her hand guided his now hard cock
to her lusting vagina. "Use the pain, let it *drive* you," she
seemed to whisper. He saw her wet lips. She drew her legs up
about his hips. She gently rubbed the shoulder. He began to
enter her. Thick, warm, moist. "O-oh." He slide down to his
elbow. She reached about and gently but firmly held his other
wrist behind his back. "Up," she whispered. He felt compelled
to fight his own body. Her lips went to his throat, her tongue
bathing its contours working towards his chest. His breathing
was deep and irregular. He gave a slow thrust allowing for full
penetration. "Fuck me, Boldar!" she begged. He began a slow
steady pump. With each penetration, her moan was echoed from
behind. "Let your pain, be his pain; your pleasure, my
pleasure!" she whispered in his ear her hands ran over the
rippling muscles in his back then up through his hair, forcing
his mouth to hers. "Uh. Uh. UH!" The pain was becoming
unbearable. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" she fairly shouted. The
pumping was at a fevered pitch as was the whim- pering from
behind. Perspiration covered his brow. Then his cock ex-
ploded. He released a sigh, and sank to her side. They layed
there for a few seconds. She turned, her hand ran along his
sweaty chest. "My valiant warrior," she purred, "my hero." She
cradled her hand about his neck, slowly massaging life into the
strained arm. "A minor battle wound, my Lord," she smiled. He
started to rise but she pressed him back down. "Let me tend your
other needs." She straddled his chest. kneaded his stiff thighs
from rocks to putty. Her tongue licked the head of his cock.
"My pleasure is to not be in pain right now!" thought
Michael as he surveyed the closet. A virtual bondage cache. He
decided his escape would need to be now or never. He rose to his
feet. "Ah! Ah! Those pins and needles, damn!" Michael thought as
he waited for his feet to wake up. Surprise might not be enough,
so he grabbed a couple of handcuffs. He lowered the
sweat-drenched mask and readied himself.
"Freeze!"
He kicked open the door and jumped out, the barrel of the
gun trained at the head of the bed. Aleisha was astride Chuck's
chest. Her head drew back from his cock, like a tigress called
away from a fresh kill. Her eyes burned with fire, her lips were
wet and apart. Her tongue slid over them. She used the back of
her hand to draw the stray hairs from her eyes.
"What the ..." Chuck began.
"Shut up or be dead!" Michael stepped forward the gun aimed
at the jock's head. Chuck started to draw back. "Stop!" Chuck
froze. Michael glanced over at the girl. Those eyes, such raw
lust and desire. It made his cock ache seeing her there naked,
the breasts lush. He had the gun, the control. "Here," he said
tossing her the pairs of handcuffs, "secure him to the rails."
Chuck turned to her.
"Is this part of the fantasy too?" She shook her head no.
Her eyes were fixed on Michael but were without fright.
"I said shut up." She turned and secured Chuck's right then
left hand to the rails behind him. He perceived that she enjoyed
this turn of events. "Undo the blond," Michael said gesturing
with the gun. Now she was shocked.
"No. He ... I can't." Michael grabbed her by the wrist and
pulled her to the floor. She didn't say a word. She tossed her
hair back and shot him a cold stare. His lowered hood hid the
degree to which he was taken aback.
"M-m-m!" She unfastened the gag which she compressed and
withdrew from his mouth.
"You knew that he was here and watching me," she snarled.
The blond could barely speak. She went to remove the cuffs.
"Tsk! The collar next." She removed it, then the clips
connecting it to his ankle cuffs. At last he could stand
straight. His legs were wobbly though. Michael gestured to the
pole which she removed. She then released one hand then the
other. Both fell to his side as he collapsed on the bed. She
undid the fastenings about his ankles and finally the hose. She
looked up at Michael.
"Hey, this is getting to weird for me," Chuck interrupted.
She gave a half snort, then glanced at Michael. There was a
sparkle in her eye. She rose and went over to Chuck. She pinched
his nose closed, covering his mouth with her hand. When he
gasped for air, she managed to work the gag into his mouth. She
fastened it behind his head.
"M-m-m!" Chuck, for all his strength, was helpless and
terrified. She turned back to the masked intruder, surveying his
sleek outline and the bulge beneath his sweat pants.
"Do you want me up there?" she asked, pointing where the
blond had been. Her voice carried both disdain and defiance.
Michael turned to the blond who was slowly recovering.
"What is to be done with your pet?" She shot him a hateful
glance, which he expected. She would not easily take to
submission, he thought. Chuck struggled, not content to lie about
idly. The blond took a deep breath then sat up slowly, showing
considerable pain and mastery of it.
"Aleisha, my pet, come service me," he called spreading his
legs and exposing his dangling cock. She started over.
"On all fours," Michael insisted. She unobligingly walked
over to the bed and started to sit. Wham! Her foot came
flashing up, knocking the gun out of his hand. "God, such stupid
complacency on my part. I could have been out of here." She
lunged at him, knocking him to the ground. They rolled about;
Michael managed to get to his feet. She sent a fist flying at
his face which he deflected. He sent a kick flying to her
midriff which she blocked. A closed fist flew at his face, which
he blocked, followed almost immediately with a blow to the shin
which he avoided. Her leg swept back, toppling him to the
ground. Her animal- istic eyes seemed to have enjoyed the
skirmish. "I take it you took the advanced Hapkido?" gazing up
at her dangling breasts, wild eyes, and smiling lips.
"Quite enough you two." The blond had the gun pointed dead
at Michael. "On your knees, hands on your head." Michael
unwillingly ob- liged.
"Crap," he thought, "bloody, stinking, fucking, rotten
shit!" Now the police get called. Aleisha got up and pulled off
the mask of her adversary. The cool air was refreshing. His
brown hair was curly and matted with sweat.
"Kindly assume my position over there," he stated, gesturing
with the gun to the bedposts.
"Now wait a fucking minute. I helped you out ..."
"So you did." He cocked the gun's hammer, pointing the gun
dead at Michael, "and all trespassers will be shot. You killed
poor Chuck and raped Aleisha. I came over to meet Aleisha.
Finding you, we scuffled. A couple shots in the ceiling. Aleisha
grabs the gun to save me and BOOM, she blows your brains out."
Michael thought for only an instant, walking over to the
bedposts. She secured his hands and then his feet. The blond
was still weak from his ordeal and sat in the corner chair.
"Please, my pet, why don't you undress our gentleman burglar."
The bonds were tight and secure, he determined. She had a
devilish grin. She slowly rolled the latex gloves up his hand,
stopping at the knuckles. She removed one finger at a time.
Sometimes alternating be- tween hands. He tried to shake them
off, but the sweat and powder made a fine adhesive. She slipped
over to the dresser and produced a pair of scissors. She came
back over. She rubbed her hand over his crotch then up to the
drawstring to his sweatpants. She untied it, inserted her hand
down his pants, and caressed about his ass, stroking his bush.
The widened pants dropped to about his thighs. She sank down.
Snip. Snip. Snip. Then the sound of fabric ripping. The dark
green fabric fell away.
"Oo-oo, bikini briefs," she purred. Michael, despite his
predica- ment, could not help being aroused. Her mouth fastened
between the crack of his leg and his waist. Her tongue wrapped
about the thong, drawing it between her teeth. She pulled it
down. But then her mouth and tongue took an excursion up his
inner thigh, over his abdomen, her chin brushing against his
erect member, retrieving the other thong and pulling it down.
"Hmmmm" She took the scissors sliding the cold steel along his
balls. Snip! His heart was racing. She slid it further along.
Snip! The briefs fell to the ground. Placing the scissor
against his side, she slowly cut up the shirt's left seam. Then
she did the same for the right. Then she rubbed her clit up and
down against his dick as she lifted the shirt over his head.
Then she stepped back. She stepped forward, fondling his chest
hair, "Now isn't that *much* cooler?" Cool, well, that just
wasn't one of the words that came to Michael's mind.
"M-m-m-m-m! M-m!" Chuck commented, shaking the rails.
"You better the hell let us go!" Michael shouted,"We'll..."
"... be missed? Do nighttime thieves have
daytime jobs?"
"And ... p-o-o-or Chuck," she said shaking her head
lugubriously, "was layed off last week." She strolled to the
head of the bed and began to stroke his huge arms, "Chuck's new
to our state. No relatives, no friends." She stroked his hair.
"Perhaps," the blond arose and approached him, "you have a
partner?" The blond smiled. Eileen. Oh God! What is she going
to do now? Does he know?
"A self-reliant thief is a successful one," Michael quickly
replied. His captor stopped, raised his eyebrows, and smiled once
again. "Look, why don't we call it even ..."
"...and forgo all the blackmail? That sounds reasonable,"
he paused, "but I'm a practicing Christian--you know, tis better
to give than to re- ceive, do unto others as you would have them
do unto you, turn the other cheek, etc.," he gestured widely his
eyes focusing on Chuck who shifted uneasily but returned his
stare. He went to the dresser and retrieved a gag. Michael
clenched his jaw tightly. "Open wide," he said easily. The
blond's mellow exterior melted with Michael's resistance. A
powerful hand grasped Michael's balls, slowly closing. Tighter,
more painfully.
"Shall I scream for the neighbors," he muttered through
clenched teeth. The grip tightened and he began twisting.
"AA."
The scream was quickly downed to silence as the thick foam
rubber ball was thrust into his mouth. The grip was released but
his balls con- tinued with a sickening ache. A black leather
strap went about his mouth secured in the back.
"Was that so bad?" the assuring voice returned.
"May I have him, Master Alex?" The blond turned and looked
at her. He smiled.
"Perhaps, my pet" He turned back to Michael. His hand felt
Michael's forearm and squeezed his upper arm which was round,
firm and full. He nodded. While not Mr. Atlas behind him,
Michael maintained an athletic physique. He ran his hand over
Michael's chest and washboard abdomen, "Lots of sit-ups?" more a
statement than a question. Alex stooped feeling his calves then
moving up along his thighs before standing, "Runner, too." Am I a
horse, Michael wondered. "You'll do well in the playroom." He
reached down and grabbed Michael's dick, which started to pulse.
"Like that, huh?" Michael's mind raced, God was he gay? He
patted him on the thigh. What was he going to do to get free and
out of here?
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Msg#: 29170 Date: 03-16-93
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From: An1993@anon.penet.fi Read: Yes
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To: - Mark:
Subj: REPOST: Ups and Downs of
Subj: REPOST: Ups and Downs of Crime, Chapter 2
Reply-To: an1993@anon.penet.fi
I am posting a story which appeared in alt.sex.bondage. It
contains
consensual and non-consensual, hetero and homo, bound and unbound sex.
Chapters 1-3 are reposts, and chapter 4 is new.
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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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