Taken Part Two

Tad calls in the middle of dinner.

"I've got to get my car serviced tonight," he says. "This guy won't do it without something extra because it's so late. I want you to put on your black stockings and garter belt and boots and raincoat get down here right now." He gives me an address and hangs up.

I don't question, I simply walk into our bedroom and obey. My nebbish husband doesn't question, either, because he heard me speak Tad's name. He knows that he's not allowed to interfere between Tad and me.

The address is in a rough part of town, an area of junkyards and garages. I park and walk into a mechanic's shop and find Tad and a Latino man leaning against a workbench. Tad's car is up on a lift.

"Okay," Tad said to the Latino, "get started. Cunt, come here."

The Latino steps under the car and starts to work while watching me closely. I walk to Tad and he motions for me to get on my knees, which I instantly do. He unzips and his cock is hard as the concrete under my knees. He starts to slap my face with it, back and forth, smearing pre-cum. He lifts me by a handful of hair and takes off my raincoat and the mechanic can see my butt and everything else. Tad pushes me to a space in front of the car and takes ropes from pegs on the walls and ties my hands and stretches my arms as he ties the ropes to the bumpers of cars up on lifts. I stand there, smelling the grease and oil and gasoline, feeling the air stiffening my nipples, feeling my pussy gush. The mechanic is working but he's also watching me.

Tad grabs a fan belt and starts whipping me and it's so glorious I almost pee on myself. He stripes me from my shoulders down to my ankles, leaving the sweetest red welts, paying particular attention to my butt, whipping it until it burns like fire.

The mechanic is working and enjoying himself immmensely. I can see his hard-on under his coverall. Tad takes a pair of vice grips from a bench and adjusts them and clamps them onto my nipples. HOLY SHIT, what a feeling. My nips are crushed flat and the weight of the vice grips pulls my breasts down toward my pussy as they hang there. Tad has clamped my breasts before but never this hard or with anything this heavy. I could close my eyes and cum right now but I never cum without Tad's permission.

Tad lubes his cock and rams it up my butthole, making me scream. I know that this will make him strangle me to shut me up and he does, he stands behind me and holds my hips and it's almost anal rape, it's so brutal and animalistic and hard and deep and rough. The vice grips swing and flop and clink together on my chest and Tad's hands close off my breath until I'm almost unconscious, then I hear him give permission for me to cum and he releases his hands and the orgasm almost kills me. It has to be one of the strongest on record anywhere.

Tad hasn't cum yet, he starts over, ripping up into me, brutalizing me wonderfully, strangling me and pulling on the vice grips to stretch my breasts. The mechanic can't wait, he opens his coverall and starts jacking off and blows a huge load as Tad lets me come again and again and again.

When he finally lets me down, his car is finished. He face-fucks me, tearing at my hair, pounding down my throat the way he would a pussy, his cock richly flavored from my asshole, his big balls bouncing off my chin, until he shoots deep down my throat.

"Okay," Tad says to the Latino, "you got your show, just like I promised. How much do I owe you?"

"Not a cent," the mechanic grins. His cock is already hard again and we leave as he's flogging out his second nut.