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A Coup D'état Parts 1-3
ADULT BDSM FICTION (18+ Only)
by CyberWryterCJ
"Your such a typical asshole!" Sharon said, rubbing her ass from Dan Weldman’s swat.
"Just don’t want to let you forget whose boss," Dan said with a smirk.
The conclave of cubicles braced for Dan’s daily round of after-lunch harassment. He was done with Sharon and Janet. Sandy’s cubicle was next. She was his desert, his encore performance of hyper-arrogance. Yes, Vice-President Dan reminded his three ladies once again, he was master of the third floor and their futures. Thanks to Dan’s daddy, "Big" Bruce Weldman on the fourth floor above, Danny boy was the local tyrant, the immediate chauvinist pig. But what was most annoying was that hideous mole next to his nose.
The office housing this daily mess hall of humiliation, was small and closed in, smelling of frustrated pheromones and human, hormonal sweat due to the broken air-conditioning. The concrete walls and ceilings were painted a dry, bland yellow that reverberated the tiniest whispers or thoughts of rebellion. But it was in the sultry month of August that the ladies of Weldman, Weldman and Associates would make things right.
Sandy sat at her desk, calm waiting for him to turn the corner and begin his obnoxious routine. And so he did, walking up to her desk, placing the bulge of his pants, inches from her face.
"Sandy, sweetheart, are you finished with those Anderson reports?" he asked.
"Almost, Dan. I’ll have them on your desk in ten minutes, cool?" she said without missing a beat, ignoring him.
"Good girl." He said turning and walking away, leaving her precious space.
Janet peeked from behind the cubicle and whispered…
"What he do?"
"Crotch in the face. How Avanté Garde." She whispered back, pointing in her own face.
"Fucking prick is all he is!" Janet whispered.
"Careful." Sandy whispered.
A booming Dan’s voice startles the girls over the PA.
"I heard that. I am a prick. A big, throbbing, thick one. And since Sandy didn’t agree, She can you fetch me 1987 through 1992 from the Kroger files…X, Y and Z accounts only, please. Thank you, Sandy."
"Not the Kroger files! Sharon said peeking around the corner.
"Oh no! And you’re wearing a short skirt, Sandy!" Janet said putting her hand over her mouth.
"I’ll go. I’m wearing slacks." Sharon whispered.
"I SAID SANDY!" he yelled over the PA, startling the girls. They scattered back to work as Sandy hopped up and walked around the cubicles to a large filing cabinet with a small step latter. Janet and Sharon scooted back into their cubicles with solemn faces as Sandy walked up the small latter and reached up and pulled the "K" drawer, her tweed skirt dangling, high above the floor.
Dan’s office was a bristle slamming his door shut, blinds closed and turned on 2 large color televisions. Dan watches a clear, high definition view up Sandy’s skirt as she struggles through the files. He grabbed the phone and punches buttons.
"Morgan. Get Warren. We’re on." Dan says in a heavy asthmatic breath hangs up. He clicked on two VCR remotes, rewinding tape. Within moments, Morgan and Warren walked through door and took their usual seats in front of the color television as Dan broke out his cheap bottle of two-year old scotch and three glasses.
"Ooh! Sandy!" Morgan said removing his pants. He grabs the scotch and his pecker slowly stroking along with his buddies.
"God! Pink panties!!!" Warren said shooting his load all over himself and the television.
"It’s good to be the king." Dan said, jerking his meat through cigar smoke, watching Sandy’s shaved vagina through white, wet panties. The view enlarged as Dan zoomed to clearly reveal her clit labia through the pink wetness…
Later…
At the gym, the ladies lament as they walk the treadmills.
"This has gone on far enough." Janet said.
"You say that everyday." Sandy said, taking a swig of Gatorade.
"No one will believe us." Sharon said panting.
"You say that everyday, too." Sandy said wiping her sweaty face.
"We do this every week. Complaining. Never doing anything." Janet complained.
"Your absolutely right, Janet." Sandy said stopping her treadmill. The others followed suit, pausing for a second.
"What do you mean?" Sharon asked. Sandy removed her workout gloves and led them to the ladies locker room.
"I think I’m going to do something. I’m going to give him what he wants." Sandy said, removing her top.
"Are you insane?? Go out with Dan?? That pig??" Janet blurted as she removed her sweats.
"It might change things." Sandy said, softly as she walked naked into the steam room, leading the others, nude and sweaty.
"Yeah." quipped Sharon. "You’ll need a delousing"
The next day…
"Yes. I’ll go out with you." Sandy said, freezing Dan in his tracks.
"Uhhh..Ok. Great. Whhhenn…" He stumbled, stunned after years of rejection.
"Seven tonight. My place. Be there or be square." Sandy shot back, giving him a wink as she turned back to her desk. "Gotta get back to work, chief!"
"Uhh..ok. Yeah.You bet. See you there!" Dan turned in a daze and floats back to his office to jerk off. Janet and Sharon sit stunned, staring at each other from behind the cubicle partitions.
7:pm that night…
Sandy opened the door wearing a see-through gown totally nude underneath, exposed and bouncing before Dan. His jaw dropped as he stood frozen holding a bouquet of flowers.
"Hey Dan. Come on in." She said pulling him through the door. He stumbled, never removing his eyes from her delicious body.
"Hey…Sssssandy. Wow. That’s a hot nightgown. Oh. I brought you flowers." Dan said, checking out every inch of her.
"Thank you, Dan. Oh, how very nice!" Sandy quipped as she took the flowers to the kitchen for a vase. "Please make your self comfy. What are you drinking?" she asked from the kitchen.
"Scotch, straight-up, of course." Dan answered with a chuckle, plopping on her couch, and trying to conceal his erection. "You don’t look ready to go out." He laughed.
Sandy returned with two drinks and sat beside him. They sipped percociously as Dan drooled over her body.
"I can cook for you here." She replied. Sliding closer to him. "There’s just one favor I ask, if you could be so sweet."
"Sure, Sandy. Anything, honey." he laughed, ready to go into cardiac arrest.
"I’ll need you to sign a consent form." Sandy said, handing him a clipboard and pen.
"A ‘consent form’? Why?" He asked, uneasy, taking another sip of his scotch.
"I’d like to try something new with you and I want to keep everything… ’legal’." She said, snuggling closer. She started rubbing his cock through his pants. He immediately popped a tent. "Unless your…afraid?"
He took a deep breath and picked up the clipboard with the contract as she removed his shirt.
"Thissss…isn’t a trap…is it?" Dan asked nervously. "Like snuff videos? Your not going to kill me, are you?"
"Of course not." She said licking his nipple tenderly. "That would be illegal."
He melted as she teased his chest hair and nipples. He signed the form while she rubbed this throbbing bulge, dropping the clipboard, he moaned in ecstasy, ready to burst. Sandy grabbed the clipboard and hopped from the couch. He looked up at her with glazed eyes.
"What’s wrong?" he asked with his pants open, sporting a massive erection.
"Nothing, sweetie. I have to use the little girl’s room. Be right back" Sandy kissed him on the forehead and scampered into the bathroom. Dan waited, then yawned, barely able to keep his eyes open, slouching down the couch.
"Sandy, we gotta hurry, honey…all of a sudden I’m not quite...feeling myself." Dan said in a slurred voice. Dan shook his head, seeing two, blurred Sandy’s approaching him in what appeared to be a vinyl fetish outfit. "Sandy. What’s going on? Why can’t I move?" Dan whispered, barely audible and awake. Her voice echoed through his head…
"It’s taken me 5 years but I now, have you where I want you." Sandy said looking at her watch. "You only have about a minute of consciousness left so I’ll be brief. I moonlight as a Professional Dominatrix." She said, strapping on a huge, black dick to her torso.
"I’m going to kill you…(garbled) put your ass in jail…your fired." He said, barely awake.
"I already have a new job, and the consent form you signed covers everything including the date rape drug I just gave you. Should give me a couple hours to get you prepped. Nighty-night sweet, Prick!" BAP! She kicked him in the face with her stiletto boots, putting out his lights.
A couple hours later...
Dan’s eyes opened only to see Sandy’s floor, covered with a myriad of phallic sexual and metal devices, as he hung suspended and nude from her ceiling. He squirmed within the ropes to break free, but it was useless. He tried to speak only to find a ball gag firmly in his mouth, stifling any sound. He was completely bound and at her mercy watching Sandy quietly sip chi tea, as her television played a video featuring Sandy torturing another man. She clicked the remote, turning the television into a monitor of the room, obviously taping.
"Welcome back." Sandy said taking another sip of her tea. She walked below him and stared up. "Scary to be vulnerable, isn’t it? That’s what it’s been like working for you these five years. I have the dubious duty of making you FEEL the pain and humiliation you’ve brought us before 9 am tomorrow. I have twelve hours to to cram and concentrate the same pain and suffereing you've bestowed upon us these 5 years. "
She walked directly below his eyes and looked him squarely into the soul. His blood-shot, chemically induced, eyes bulged back at her, only muffled whimpers seeped out of his anguished face. She continued...
"It hasn’t even started yet and you look like shit." She said pulling out a piece of yarn. She tied the yard to his scrotum, gently around his balls. "By nine am tomorrow morning, you will not only respect me, you will serve me WITH a smile and pledge to me your life as a slave. At that point, you MAY be fit to wear my collar. And so we begin…"
Sandy drops two one-pound weights attached to the yarn…and Dan’s testicles. He let fly a muffled scream of rage as the weights dropped a few feet from the floor, pulling his balls a foot from his torso.
"I know this sounds strange to you now, but within 12 hours, you will give your life for me. Believe it." She scowled, adjusting the video cam, focusing just right on Dan’s dangling balls and anchor weights. His bound body squirmed, futilely as pain surged through his body. Soon, he tires, as the weights and his balls dangled motionlessly.
"Lesson number one, acceptance." Sandy said, lifting the weights gently, causing Dan to wince with a jolt of relief, then dropping them again, he spasms with a steady flow of tears….
Midnight…
Finds Sandy whacking Dan’s weenie while watching male emasculation videos on a second TV as another records his pain and humiliation of her dominance, her ultimate power. The clock struck its twelve bongs while shadows of the scene danced upon the walls, like a puppeteer and her puppet.
"Uh-oh, Dan. Know what time it is?" She whispered in his ear. "It’s time to lose your cherry to me. Yeah, sweetie. Your gonna be my own personal little bitch. Isn’t that exciting?" she said softly as she lubed her 13" plastic schlong. "And I have just to thing for slow learners, like yourself." She said, clicking another remote.
Dan is automatically lowered, straddling a spanking horse where his bare ass slumped up toward Sandy and her strap-on.. She locked his exhausted body to the spanking horse below him.
Sweat poured from them both as Sandy smacked Dan’s cheeks with her fake cock, turning them a faint rosy color. She then picked up a tiny flogger weenie whacker, chastising Dan’s genitalia.
"Not tender enough." Sandy complained as she placed vampire glove on one hand and a riding crop in the other. She gave his ass a whacking and a whopping with both, turning his ass-flesh cherry red with speckles of blood. His head and body convulsed with every whack. His thoughts were blurry, a kaleidoscope of wondering images and ideas, denials and dreams…
"It feels like I’ve been here a million years. But where is here? How can I leave here? How did I get here? How can I leave here? DO I want to leave here? What’s happening to me? How can I stay here? How can I stay here?"
"You must earn that privilege, Danny, boy." She whispered throughout his fresh, Tabula Rosa, echoes of a new mind, developing, shaping, ever so slowly. "Clear your mind, Danny, Clear your mind. Let it all go. Throw reality to the wind and show me your naked soul. Shed your flesh and join me, Danny." He appeared to her through a cloud. She sits, glowing, flowing in all her vinyl goodness.
"But I’m afraid, Sandy. I can’t…I can’t." He sobbed, sitting in her lap, putting his face between her bosoms.
"You must be brave. You must be strong. And you MUST believe. You must believe. Shh. It's alright." She whispered, hugging her new boy.
Echoes of her voice penetrated his foggy brain matter, permeating his darkness, light shattered his isolation, his inner solitude, his sheer loneliness.
3am
Sandy rolled her long, metalic fingernail up and down his ass-crack, teasing him before spreading his tattered checks apart, exposing his tight sphincter. She slowly lubed his anus, fingering his hole, exploring it, tickling it, relaxing his vulnerability, soothing his mind. She could feel Dan’s body relax to almost catatonic dimension, almost floating on the horse. Sandy located and slowly messaged Dan’s prostrate, sending him into orbit.
"Feels good, doesn’t it, sweetie?" She asked with her rubber finger up his asshole.
He nodded, his sweaty buttocks swaying back and forth on her finger, ever so smoothly.
"It’s amazing all the good things out there we never know about till we try, right baby?" She asked removing the ball gag from his stretched mouth, blasting out his sigh of relief.
"Yes. It does." He answered back in a faint voice.
"’Yes, Mistress’" She said softly.
""Yes, Mistress." He said, his asshole now taking in her two fingers. "Ooh!" He moaned.
"You never knew you could feel this good, did you, Dan?"
"No Mistress." he replied, now taking in three of her fingers, loosening up his cherry asshole.
"Males and females pay hundreds of dollars for what I’m doing to you right now. Your quite a lucky man, Dan." She whispered.
"Yes. Very lucky, Mistress." He answered.
"Now, I’m going to insert my cock into you, Dan." She told him, clicking on the music. Nine Inch Nails and Marilyn Manson’s cover of Like a Virgin blared through the apartment. "This may hurt at first, and you may scream, but I like to hear your screams. The music should muffle the shock."
"Yes, Mistress." He said in total relaxation.
Sandy rubbed the massive head against his anus and slowly inserted it. He moaned as she slid the thick, plastic prick into his tight, virgin asshole as far as she could with one mighty and cruel shove. Dan screamed in bloody agony while Sandy rammed the black, prosthetic cock in and out of his intestinal tract, grinding her quivering clit with every jolt. As her orgasm built to a crescendo, she cracked Dan’s cheeks again and again, riding him a like a bronco, breaking him, teaching him.
Sweat poured from his head, creating a pool of water on Sandy’s highly-polished hardwood floor. His mind went blank...
...transcending him back into his original being at birth and beyond… evolution, witnessing his new beginning, his new birth. Butterflies spring and flutter from cocoons, burgeoning galaxies spin havoc throughout his innards and psyche. He witnessed Sandy fucking him in his ass, as their reflection shone brightly through the glaring moonlight. Voices of ritual, sadistic bongos beat gently in Dan’s throbbing cerebrum, watching Sandy as High Priestess fucking him with a strap-on cock.
She grabbed a singletail and cracked Dan across the face, splitting his mole wide open.
"Oh yesss!!! Missstress-s-s-s Ohh Aghghghghgh!!" Dan cried, his screams, muffled by the blaring music, agony and ecstasy filling his mind and wretched guts. Blood poured from the open wound on his face, dripping into their pool of sweat.
"Isn’t wonderful to discover your true inner-self, Danny?!! Oohh! Yesss!! Push it in deep my little bitch!" she wailed. "I want you to feel the same way we’ve felt for the past five years, you fucking whore!!"
"Yessss, Mistresss! Aghhhhg! Uhh! Yess." Dan whimpered as Sandy plunged her artificial manhood deeper and deeper into his newly busted cherry. The music blasted throughout the structure, muffling their passion as Sandy rode Dan into the industrial madness…
"’cuz you make me feel, so shiny and new"
9 am the next day…
The elevator came to a stop with a "bing" as a very tall woman, resembling Dan walked off the elevator and made a beeline for Sandy’s desk, dressed in another version within Sandy’s stunning business wardrobe.
The elevator came to a stop with a "bing" as Sandy walked in, dressed in her usual, professional tweed suit. Only that morning she made a right to Dan’s office and took his seat. She plugged in a DVD burner behind Dan’s computer and one of his VCR’s. She turned on the monitors showing Dan’s emasculation. She removed her pressed tweed jacket and placed it on the back of Dan’s chair. She hiked up her skirt to reveal her majestic, female curvature within nylon, wiping the caked jizz off the TV screen.
"Daniella, dear." Sandy blared over the PA. "Please retrieve 1980 through 1999 from the Kroger files…A, E and Q accounts only. Thank you, sweetie."
Sharon and Janet walked, as usual and took a seat into their cubicles. They both peered around the corner to see "Daniella" struggling at the filing cabinet’s top drawers.
"Who the hell is that?" Janet asked.
"I dunno, but she sure has a nice outfit." Sharon replied. "I wonder where she got it."
"Wait a minute." Janet noted. "That’s not a woman at all. That’s a guy dressed as a woman."
"Are you sure?" Sharon asked. "She’s not that pretty, but she sure has good taste."
"Yup. In fact…" Janet quipped peering over her glasses. "Its Dan dressed as a…girl. I don’t believe it."
"Dan?!?!?" Sharon said in disbelief. "You’re stoned, Janet!"
Sandy’s hot, sexy voice blared out of the speaker system, "Ladies, lets give it up for our newest employee here on the third floor, Daniella!! And umm..that’s my outfit she’s wearing, by the wayside. Hee Hee. Ladies report to my new office when you’re damn good ‘n ready."
The girls applauded, popped up and ran into what was formerly Dan’s office. Sharon and Janet tripped over each other as they fell through the door. They froze to see Sandy, skirt hiked up to her waist and legs propped up, spread on Dan’s cluttered desk.
"What the hell, Sandy??" Janet asked, walking into Dan’s office. "Is that Dan??!?!
"Sandy?!?!" Sharon shrieked with a smile. "Have you gone mad? Is that Dan’s…balls?" She giggled watching the monitors displaying Daniella’s upskirt shot, his "manhood" dangling through sheer, pink panties. Next to the monitors lie two more high-speed, silver bullet vibrators with rechargeable batteries, standing by.
"Humiliation runs both ways, ladies. Pull up an electric dick and watch the spectacle." Sandy said as she turned her vibrator setting up to NITRO. And so the ladies lifted their skirts, exposing their undies spreading their legs, spreading them wide across Dan’s desk. They overlaped their hosed legs, nylon rubbing, perfume infused femininity now absorbing the office, cumming to the moment, to Daniella’s public emasculation. It wasn’t about, sex, kink or the psychological passion of humiliation or even Daniella’s hairy balls. It was the REVENGE, pure and pimple, sending them gushing all over, formerly, Dan’s desk.
"It’s good to be the queen." Sandy screamed, squirting female ejaculate through her pantyhose and onto the TV screen. Her juices dribbled down the picture tube, down Daniella’s image.
The Red Hot Chili Peppers blared through the speaker system…
"Deep inside of a Parallel Universe,
it’s getting harder and harder to tell…
far away you were made in a sea, just like me.
Try and stop a sidewinder…"
One hour later…
The elevator came to a stop with a "bing" as Dan’s daddy, "Big" Bruce Weldman stepped off with Warren and Morgan. The three halted in their tracks to see Dan, dressed as a woman, struggling at the upper filing cabinets.
"What in God’s name is going on here??" Bruce said approaching his newly transgendered "son".
"Dude!" Morgan said in disbelief. "I knew you were into the vids, but I never thought…"
"I think she looks kinda hot!" Warren said, almost flirting with her old buddy.
Daniella, startled, turned to see her father and male friends. Holding an armful of files and still standing on the step stool, she stood her ground…
"Daddy! I was going to talk to you about this later…" Daniella said, fixing her skirt.
"NOW!!!...would be a good time!" His father demanded.
A Coup D'état Part 2
"This is who I am now, father, at least part of the time." Daniella said.
"When did this all happen? Why are you doing the ladies work?" he asked, totally dumbfounded.
"The ladies do my work anyway. I thought this would even things. I’ve been an ass and this is one of the many ways I can think of to make it up to the girls." Daniella said, bowing her head in shame.
"Make what up? You’re the boss of this floor, this division of our family company. Your have nothing to defend or apologize for. You were the man of this domain."
"Not anymore, Daddy. I’ve signed over my shares of the company to the ladies. They’ve earned it. I have also promoted them to co-vice presidents with Sandy as senior vice president above me. It’s the least I could do." She said in her butch voice, full of penance.
"Dan, your fired!" Bruce exclaimed.
"You can’t fire me. I’m your son." She answered.
"Then I disown you!" He rebuffed.
"You can’t disown me. Mom will kill you." Daniella replied.
"Your mother is dead, son."
"That is how she can kill you." Daniella pointed out.
"Big" Bruce stood stunned simmering in his own juices, browbeaten by his newly discovered, cross-dressing "son". As it appeared he was ready to blow a gasket, Bruce’s face suddenly relaxed and calmly spoke…
"I see. Very well, then. Have Sandy join me on the roof for lunch, please." He said with a smile, handed her a key and turned to leave. His butt-plugs followed, as Warrren gave her a wink and Morgan blew her a kiss. Daniella curtsied on the step stool and continued her struggle with the top shelves.
High Noon – Lunch
Sandy turned the to roof access door, opened it and walked through. The sun smacked her in the eyes as she strained to reacquire her focus from office to daylight. She put on her Ray-Bans and scanned the rooftop of the five-story building. Surrounded by a fence was a tennis court, handball court, weigh section, jacuzzi, pool and sundeck. On the deck was Bruce alone, sitting in BDSM leather pants, shirtless, shoeless and in sunglasses, relaxing in the sun, a mint julep on his small table before him. His muscular, tanned body appeared pumped as if he had just finished lifting weights only moments before. Not bad for fifty-five, she said to herself, She took a seat before him has he plopped an envelope full of hundreds before her.
"Well done, Ms Sandy. Nice work." Bruce said, sipping his julep. "You have done in twelve hours what I could not do in twenty-five years with my son…make him happy and honest with himself… or herself. Thank you."
"Thank you, Bruce. Your very welcome." She said, counting her money.
"It’s all there. You don’t have to count it." He said.
"Yes. I know." She said, still counting.
"I’m very glad we met at MasterFang’s play party. It was time for a change." Bruce said in a vegatative state.
"Indeed. I could see the detriment to himself and the company. I’ll keep you posted on his progress." She said, putting her money away.
"I appreciate that. Would you be interested in another assignment?" Bruce asked.
"If it pays like this, of course." Sandy answered with a smile.
"Good. This weekend I’ll be hosting Kami and Suki Tanaka at the Hilton this weekend with hopes of swapping some trade secrets and perhaps body fluids. We would like to acquire more than we trade for, of course." Bruce said, taking another sip.
"Of course." She said, smiling.
"From what I hear they ‘re swingers, but vanilla as far as we know. One or both may swing both ways, but it’s unclear."
"I’ll need their psychological profiles. Sandy said.
"I’ll have those on your desk by EOD. He answered." We can go as a couple. Sharon and Janet may join us if they wish. Morgan, Warren and Daniella can keep their bodyguards distracted while we ‘play’."
"Speaking of Morgan and Warren," She said, abruptly, rising from her chair. "Keep those morons offa my floor and outta my ladies room, please."
"Of course. Yes ma’am." He said standing with a smile. "Oh, could you do me a favor, Sandy?"
"You bet." She said, turning back.
"Try to keep the strap-ons and dildos to a minimum in the office, please." Bruce said grinning.
"Yes, sir." Sandy winked with a naughty smile as she walked away.
3:33 pm
Morgan hastened down the stairway with the Tanaka dossiers, met by Daniella, he smiled a big horny, grin. Without a word he hands her the files and reaches under her skirt.
"Morgan! Cmon!" Daniella said resisting. "Jeeze control yourself. I’m not that kinda girl."
"Gimme a break." Morgan retorted, pulling her cock out of her panties. "We’ve played before when you were a guy. You’re just a guy dressed as a chick looking for some head is all."
"Its more than that, Morgan. Its psychological." Daniella said trying to escape down the stairway.
"Bullshit! Gimme that cock!" Morgan demanded and dropped to his knees, downing her cock in his mouth, fingering her asshole, her panties pulled down to her knees.
"Morgan Pleeese! Damn! Now I know how the girls feel! Shit!" Daniella said struggling to hold the dossiers and pulling Morgan off.
"MORON # 2, GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY STAIRWELL, NOW!!!! Sandy yelled from nowhere.
Morgan spit out Daniella’s dick, catching his own prick in his zipper.
"Yeeeow!!!" Morgan struggled to his feet and scurried back up the stairs. Daniella put her goodies back in, walked down the stairs and back to her office. She approached Sandy’s desk, eyes down, and gently set the files on the desk. She courtsied, awaiting her next command as Sharon and Janet drank Long Island Teas, their feet kicked up on what was once her desk.
"Thank you, Daniella." Sandy said, opening the dossiers. "You may go home early, sweety."
"Thank you, Mistress, Sandy." She said, looking down. "Goodnight, ladies." She said exiting.
"Good night, Daniella." The ladies replied with a snicker.
Sandy looked over the dossiers while the ladies watched Jeopardy on the TV.
"Hangliding, skiing, shooting, martial arts. Wow. These guys are into many physical activities. They have strong hearts.Good. They’ll need them. Looks like we’re all gonna have to act like a team on this one, ladies." Sandy said sipping her chi tea.
"You mean we gotta work with Warren and Morgan??" Sharon asked,
"Not the morons." Janet objected.
"Yes, the morons." Sandy sighed. "But don’t worry. They’re easy to tame and "Big" Bruce pays very well."
They clinked their glasses together then called it a night.
Saturday Night - Dusk
The group returned from a day of boating, brimming with glee and la-tee-da. Shiti and Fuku Yoshi,, ex-sumo wrestler twins accompanied their bosses, Kami and Suki Tanaka from their yacht and into the waiting limo back to the Hilton. Easily over three-hundred pounds, the Yoshi twins drooled over Sharon, Janet and Daniella, practically ignoring Warren and Morgan. As Yoshi brothers fixated on Sharon, Janet and Daniella and her bright, yellow dress, Bruce and Sandy did the right amount of flirting with the Tanakas. The day and the sunset was bright and gorgeous as all appeared to be having a really memorable time, bordering on fabulous.
"These guys only talk business and pleasure." Bruce whispered to Sandy, giving her a nibble on the ear.
"Perfect." Sandy whispered back.
"Why don’t we take these boys back to my suite for some strip poker? Jerry Falwell style!" Sharon suggested, lighting up the massive twins, face.
"You are sooo cute!" Daniellla said, squeezing Shiti’s thick jowl.
"Awwe." Shiti giggled back blushing furiously.
"Yeah, ‘cute’." Janet said with the faintest speckles of sarcasm.
"I like American white women with big boobies like yours." Fuku chuckled as he squeezd Sharon’s 38D’s.
"Ooh! Your soo big and strong! I’ll bet you could lift all three of us girls up, couldn’t you? Daniella giggled.
"And we can talk more business with the Tanaka’s." Bruce agreed. "What do you think, Kami?"
"Sounds like a winner to me, Bruce. Ladies?" Kami said.
7 pm
Kami and Suki enter their suite followed by Bruce and Sandy.
"Is Nine Inch Nails popular in Japan?" Sandy asked, pulling out a CD.
"Oh! They are my favorite!" Suki said with joy. Grabbing the CD, she places it in the stereo system, filling the room….
Head like a hole. Black out your soul.
"I’d rather die, than give you control.
"Yeah. Whatever. Time for a bath, yes?" Kami suggested with a big smile.
"You read our minds." Bruce agreed.
The four stripped naked and stepped into the huge tub in the middle of the room. At the Base of the tub was bust of Aphrodite. Bubbles flooded the airy scene as they played in the suds. Soon, Suki was splashing Bruce and moving closer to him. Kami blew suds to Sandy, reaching under the water, he pinched her clit, causing her to "yelp" with glee. He slid toward her and placed his lips to her nipples. They all fell into ecstasy as the four mingled within a slippery and sensual foursome.
"Ow!! Goddamnit!!" Kami yelled, giving Sandy an elbow in the jaw. Her jaw cracked as she fell from the tub, hitting the ground, out like a light, blood pouring from her broken mouth. "The bitch stuck her finger up my ass!"
"What the fuck!??" Bruce exclaimed as he popped from Suki’s arms, suds dripping from his buff bod. "You son of a bitch!" He leaped at Kami, only to be met with Kami’s foot from a powerful side-kick. Bruce keeled over as Suki leaped onto his back. He swung her around and around and around as Kami gave him a bash in the face and another kick in the tummy. Bruce backed into a glass case, shattering it. Suki dropped to the floor, cut to ribbons from the shards of glass, bleeding to death.
"Christ!" Bruce said, barely standing. "Call a paramed…"
Kami grabbed a glass ashtray from the floor and smashed Bruce in the head, dropping him like a rock. Kami stumbled to his pants and fumbled for his cell.
"You FILTHY Americans! You filthy, greedy Americans. How dare you!! How fucking dare you!!!" Kami sobbed, opening his cell. In raging Japenese, " Suki is dead. They killed Suki! The pigs tried to rape me! Kill them! Kill them all!! Killl them now!"
The Yoshi brothers were down to their jockey shorts, socks and shoes by the time Fuku’s cell phone rang. He answered. The stupid, drunk look on his face changed to intense aggression. As Fuku whispered to Shiti, Morgan and Warren spotted trouble immediateley when Shiti removed his hand from under Daniella’s dress.
"Can I get you guys a drink?" Janet asked.
"I’ll have one, sweety." Sharon said holding up her glass.
"Probs, bro?" Morgan asked.
"Everything is fine." Fuku said, smiling once again.
"Dude! I know that look." Warren whispered to Morgan.
"What look?" Morgan whispered back.
"The look as though he wants to kill us. Sandy gives me that look every time she sees me." Warren whispered back.
"You guys are cheating!!" Shiti yelled, trying to provoke a fight.
"Bullshit!" Sharon objected.
"Then why are you whispering??" Fuku shouted.
"Why are you guys whispering??" Daniela insisted.
"Because he said he caught you cheating." Shiti said.
"Bullshit!" Janet exclaimed. "You guys are just trying to start a fight!!"
"Bullshit!" The Yoshis exclaimed. Suddenly, the room became a flurry of half-naked bodies, with the males pounding the males and the females attached to the Yoshi brothers’ backs. Flinging them around and around, the ladies flew off in different directions as Daniella fell into a laundry chute…
"Aughghgh" is all that’s heard of Daniella, fading, fading away away.
"My God!" Sharon said.
"Oh my God." Janet said. "We’re on the twenty-fourth floor!" The room stopped for a moment, stunned, then resumed its wrestling match. In the frenzy, the ladies grabed an arm each of the Yoshi’s while Warren and Morgan tried to land punches, still attached to their necks. But all were futile as the giant brothers overcame their smaller opponents. The girls were shaken off Shiti first and tossed through the air. Sharon landed against the wall with a crunch, shattering her shoulder. Janet fell to the floor on her ass near the Yoshi brother’s pile of clothes, within resided their shiny, black.45 automatic handguns, strapped snugly within custom made, leather holsters. She crawled ever so slowly toward the clothes pile as Shiti Yoshi slammed Warren and Morgan though the walls.
Bruce and Sandy were regaining consciousness as a blurry Kami approached Bruce with scalpel. Bruce struggles in vein, realizing he is completely incapacitated gagged, back to back and head to head with Sandy.
Sandy, barely conscious, or just pretending, fingered the ropes and began sawing at them with her metal fingernail. Her head is slumped down, her beautiful, flowing auburn hair dangled motionlessly over her nipples…both suddenly and cleanly sliced off by Kami and his very sharp scalpel, along with that dangling lock of auburn hair. Sandy restrained the instant pain that zipped through her tattered.nervous system…without so much as a nudge. She only squinted harder with each nipple carved off, down her belly, landing onto her sexy, Fredricks of Hollywood, sheer, black thigh-highs. Sandy uttered not a sound, moving not in the slightest, never giving him the satisfaction.
"Ah, tough American chicki, huh?" Kami said, lifting Sandy’s head by her hair, staring her square in the face.
Their eyes locked instantly, piercing one another violently with the fiercest of hatred and anger, but Sandy’s was quietly savage, silently brimming over with the purest of vile. Kami could feel her silent, internal volcanic eruption of emotional brimstone, her terrific horror. Sandy’s stare ripped into Kami like a typhoon, shattering his visual windows, blasting in at mach ten into his brain. His senses froze as she raped his helpless psyche, with the sheerest of defiance and absolute contempt…and he knew it. And for that split nanosecond, the faintest of microseconds…he was very afraid…and she knew it. She could smell his fear ooze like slime from his pores, as if she had just traded places with him…for one brief moment.
All Kami could do was slice off her gag and deliver a solid right-cross into Sandy’s mouth. CRUNCH! The impact knocked out her four front teeth, slamming her head into Bruce’s, creating a slight concussion for them both. Sandy’s head fell forward, her mouth pouring blood as her teeth, too, slid down her belly, leaving a trail-mix of sweat and blood, landing next to her nipples.
"Lets see how quiet you stay while I carve up your hubby, huh?" Kami said, darting in front of a semiconscious Bruce, slicing off Bruce’s nipples.
"Ahhggh!" Bruce screamed as Sandy broke through the ropes, stood up and delivered to Kami a lightning sidekick to his chest with her stiletto sandal. The heel impaled him through his chest, bursting his right lung, sending into a respiratory seizure. Kami grabbed her leg, stabbing Sandy in the mid-thigh with the scalpel, rupturing a major artery. Blood spouted from her leg as she let out a squeal. This time, she was really hurt, falling back and onto Bruce, then to the floor. His lung collapsing, Kami fell back, pulling off the shoe from Sandy’s foot, still lodged in his chest cavity. Sandy pulled the scalpel out of her thigh and started cutting Bruce’s ropes.
Janet searched feverishly through the swarm of oversized, Japanese sportswear, searching, through the odor, the fear and the carnage developing before her eyes. She fumbled aimlessly, wondering how far she would go for this company that has only brought her misery for five solid years and only one day of really great sailing and one free lunch. Perhaps Janet’s mother or father would tell her. But her daddy would only remind her that he told her not to go to the city and that it would eat her alive. Maybe her mother who died of cancer last year, preventable of course, had she gotten her yearly mammogram. Janet cried for a year every night after that without let up. She was crying at that moment, but she didn’t know it.
But Janet’s precious thoughts, those Kodak flashes of tender moments, painful images and happy summer hopes were of course dashed as Shiti lifted her high into the air by the neck…BAM! Apparently, finding the gun, Janet fired a nine-millimeter slug through the mouth of the colossal Shiti, severing his spinal chord, dropping them both to the floor within the pile of clothes. The projectile made it’s way across the room, shattering a mirror and finally into the wall behind.
Fuku had pulled a staggering Morgan and Warren up for another round as he turned, stunned, to see his dead brother fall to the ground and on top of Janet, still grasping his weapon.
There was a knock at the door.
Pissed off, Fuku, dropped Morgan and Warren back into the wall craters and dashed to the door. He opened the door to see Dan, dapperly dressed as a man in a tuxedo.
"Who the fuck are you???" Fuku asked in anguish.
"I’m the vengeful slave, silly." Dan said in his Daniella voice. Fuku’s eyes opened as big as silver dollars as Dan raised his Glock to Fuku’s head and pulled the trigger. Bam! Fuku’s brains shot out the back of his head on onto the floor behind, dropping him like a good habit with a "THUD!" The group sat stunned, absorbing the spontaneous bloodfest surrounding them. Sharon stumbled to her feet as Dan helped Janet finally pushed Shiti off her, rolling him across her legs. Morgan and Warren again emerged from the wall stunned at the carnage.
"What the fuck did you do, Dan?!?!" Morgan asked.
"You killed em, Dan! You fucking shot em, Dan!" Warren shouted.
"I only shot one. Shut the fuck up." Dan commanded. "We gotta get Dad and Sandy.
"Right." Sharon said, holding her fractured shoulder. "Lets go."
The group left with Dan leading the way.
Dan burst through Tanaka’s door to find Suki’s bloody body within shards of glass, her husband Kami with a shoe protruding from his chest, slowly dying of respiratory failure. Dan rushed to help a bloody, weak Sandy cut the ropes off his semiconscious father, Bruce, his nipples hacked off, blood dribbiling down his buff abs.
"My God!" Janet cried, still holding Shiti’s gun. "What happened here??""
"I don’t know. We gotta get ‘em to the hospital NOW! Dan commanded, cutting the last rope from his father. Dan then applied direct pressure to Sandy with his tux handkerchief, tying it around her thigh, helping her up and throwing her over his shoulder.
"Something went wrong." Sharon said in pain.
"No shit." Warren said, helping Bruce to his feet with Morgan and the girls, they all stumbled from the wrecked penthouse suite and into the hall to the elevator, leaving another trail mix of the groups' assorted blood across the Hilton’s gold carpeting.
They entered the elevator clumsily, as Dan pressed B. The elevator closed and plunged for what seemed years to the occupants, standing motionlessly, bleeding profusely, listening to a MUZAK version of "Do you know the way to San Jose?"
The elevator stopped with a "bing" as the group fell out and made their way to a running car outside the elevator, dragging Sandy and Bruce. The got in and Dan drove off for the hospital. Sharon rode with Dan in the front, barely conscious as the others packed the back seat to hold Sandy’s blood in.
"Hurry, Dan" Janet exclaimed. "Sandy’s bleeding real bad."
"Where are we going?" Bruce asked his son, barely conscious of the world around him.
"Where do you think, Dad?? Dan answered, sharply. "The fucking hospital before Sandy bleeds to death. Can’t you see?"
"We don’t have much time, Bruce." Warren said from the back seat, struggling with Morgan and Janet to apply direct pressure to a bloody Sandy.
"I can’t see shit, son." Bruce said as blood poured down his eyes from the two blows delivered to his skull by Kami. "But I do know if you take us to a hospital, were all screwed."
"Dad! Are you insane??" Dan argued.
"That may be so." Bruce said, his hand sliding onto Janet’s purse, grabbing Shiti’s Glock, he raises it to the back of his son’s head. "But I won’t let us all do time because of one person."
"You might as well kill me now, Dad." Dan said softly, staring at his father holding the Glock at his head through the rear-view mirror. "Because we’re going to the ER. End of discussion."
Bruce pulled back the charging handle on the automatic, chambering a fresh round, aiming it squarely at the back of his son’s head.
"I’m sorry you feel that way, my son." Dan said as he cocked the trigger…. BAM!
Warren pushed the gun away, out the window, as it fired, shooting into an oncoming car and into the face of whoever was driving by. It appeared like a watermelon had exploded briefly for second in the passing car, followed by the inevitable wreckage behind them…
The radio screamed an obscure Kansas tune…
"Tell me how far, how far, to the point of no return?"
A Coup D'état Part 3
ADULT BDSM FICTION (18+ Only)
by CyberWryterCJ
"Just how far has this really gone?" Dan asked himself in that tiny nano-split-second window of reflection. Questions like these raced though Dan's newly liberated mind.. Liberation. Freedom. Freedom means nothing in the Federal Penn.
"How far is this going to go?" The questions started again. "Who far was he willing to let it go? Who as actually in control? His father? Perhaps it was his Gandfather, whom he could feel calling him. The voice echoed faintly in the back of his swollen head.
“I have to take a break.” Dan said calmly.
The group sat stunned and silent as Dan, carefully drove to the emergency room. Not a peep was said or uttered from the group as the all applied pressure to Sandy’s wounds, trying to keep here from bleeding to death.
Dan pulled up to the doors and they all carried Sandy onto a gurney. Panic ensued from the group as doctors and nurses rushed to save Sandy from bleeding to death.
He walked outside to the waiting area, most private and secure. A cool wind blew through his hair as he sat alone, catatonic, stunned he had killed. He knew he has crossed the ultimate line that separated human from animal.
Again, a cool breeze blew through his hair, his mind, his being was filled with a spirit, whispering in his ear, tapping him on the shoulder, ever so quietly.
Dan walked over to the table and took a seat. His grand father, Tobey sat down and looked over at his ragged grandson.
“Tough night, Danny, boy? His grandfather asked.
“Yes, sir. Very tough.” Dan whispered back in shame as a tear rolled down his cheek.
“You better not be crying Goddamit!” his Grandfather yelled banging his hand on the table.
Dan straigtened up and wiped away his tears.
“I could use a little help, Gandpa.”
“You’ve gotten into a heap of trouble all by yourself. You don’t need my help to get out of it.”
“Then why are you here?” Dan asked in anguish.
“To get you to tun yourself in and give up this crazy shit.”
“You’ve never told me to give up anything. I don’t believe that.”
“Your right. I was just testing you.” Grandpa said.
“For what?” Dan asked as his Granfather became very young before his eyes, younger than him. His grandfather became the young man of his World War II days, fresh and new.
“For the battle that lies ahead of you.” Grandpa said.
“What battle? Will you please stop talking in riddles and say what you have to say?!?!”
“You know you have the Japanese Mob after you as well as the police, right?
Dan sat stunned for a moment.
“Who??”
“Those japs you killed at that pretty hotel were linked to the Kubashi crime ring. They were couriers on their way to Bangkok to pick up a good shipment of heroine. They didn’t make it so the drugs shpped back to Hon Kong. Return to send, as it were. That really pissed Kubashi off in New York. There is a small death squad of four professional murderers to kill you and your friends and dump your bodies in the Los Angeles river…like all the rest. There will be no police investigation. Your bodies won’t be found.”
“And this helps me how?” Dan asked.
“It doesn’t. But this will help very much.” Grandpa said, sliding a small pouch of white crystals across the black table.
“What’s this?” Dan asked looking down at the gleaming white item.
“This is what’s called, ‘Nazi Speed’. Its very powerful and quite addictive. It’s what gave us our punch in Okinawa. I had a buddy from Berlin give it to me and my outfit. It helped me stay alive. To meet and love you.”
“I don’t do drugs, Grandpa. You know that.” Dan rebuffed. “No sale”
The back of his grandfather’s right hand cracked across Dan’s right cheek. The old man grabbed him by the hair and SLAMMED his face into the table.
“Now you listen to your dead Grandpa MASTER Sergeant Tobey. You drink booze, take pills, let that bitch of a boss drug you? Stick foreign objects up your ass?!?! Yet you turn your nose up at a possible way out of this mess?!?!?”
Grandpa Tobey held out a picture of bloody bodies and held it up to Dan’s face.
“See that?” Grandpa asked.
“What is it? Dan asked.
“Its whats left of you and your friends before being dropped into an industrial paper shredder. Kubashi’s nephew takes this only evidence on their way to the river to dump your remains. Fish eat whats left. ”
He plopped the picture down beside the bag of speed and sat back down.
“If you know what will happen anyway…” Dan mumbled.
“You’ve been given an unfair advantage.” Grandpa Tobey said softly. It’s hard to understand, but because of my intense hatred of the Japenese people, I’ve been sent to offer you a way to defend yourselves. Sorta like a VFW from the afterlife to prevent your slaughter. It worked for the Werhmacht when they conquered Europe. It should work for you and your friends. Even the odds.”
Dan looked at the bag and looked at the picture. He looked back up at Grandpa Tobey and he was old again. Dan’s heart dropped and knew he could trust his grandfather.
“And Danny, boy, the future is NEVER certain until you’ve made that final choice…and then its usually too late. Speaking of time…Kubashi’s men are getting off the plane. You have three and a half hours before they locate your position And my time is almost done here. I better go now. You have decisions to make. I love you, Danny Boy.”
Grandpa Tobey got up to leave as Dan leaped up and hugged him tight.
“Oh please don’t go, Grandpa, please stay with me. Please. Please!” Dan sobbed down his grandfather’s back like the child he had been since he died of cancer in the hospital before his eyes. Grandpa Tobey slipped slowly away that cool summer night, thirty-five years ago. Holding hands to the end, Dan felt the warmth escape his grandfather’s flesh and was not about to let it leave again so quickly. “I missed you so much, Grandpa!”
“I missed you too, but we’ve been through this already Danny.” Grandpa Tobey said, hugging Dan tight. “I am with you, just not in the flesh. Always know you are never alone and there are others out there helping you along the way, my true Son.”
Dan released his grandfather and sat down beside the bag of white granules. He dumped a few crystals onto the highly-polished, steel table. Danny looked at the substance with puzzlement then pulled the dun out of his pocket and them into powder with a CRUNCH!
“’Crunch-time’, I used to call it.”
Dan reached into his wallet pulled out a dollar bill and rolled it into a straw. He stuck the rolled dollar into his nostril and inhaled the powder, causing him to gag and make nasal noises. Dan body shook and jolted a bit and sat still a moment and smiled.
EVERY nerve-ending had been tingled. Every sense within his living flesh had been born again
“What’s the Hotel Kubashi ‘s men are staying, Grandpa?”
LATER, at the Embassy Hotel near LAX Kubashi’s men entered their posh suite as an explosion occurs from the inside, incinerating them all in the hallway, then sucking their ashes back into the room.
Dan sat quietly at Sandy’s side. She slipped out of her coma to whisper into Dan’s ear…
“Daniella….beware of The New York Office.” Sandy struggled, barely audible.
Dan leaned into her ear and replied…
“FUCK the New York office, Sandy.” He said as he kissed her forehead.
To be continued…
Life Blows
Stay Hard
CyberWryterCJ
Copyright 2005 CyberWryterCJ, All Fights Deserved
All Graphics & Words by CyberWryterCJ
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