Past Due

[LoneWanderer]

*closed for landiek & I*​

Matthew Brannigan sat at his desk and eyed the picture wistfully. It was an older picture, of a happier time, the innocence of it not lost on him as he eyed the woman who rested in the arms of a younger image of himself.

"It's been a long, long time Margo, hasn't it?"

He spoke softly and laughed, not expecting anything in return as he forced the memories of past feelings away and set the framed picture back on the corner. It had been the first time they met, a dinner which had blossomed into an affair, and a time in which he had loaned money, advice and resources to the young woman. Terms had been set, promises made, and though he had pressed the dates backwards over the years he knew the account was seriously past due.

It wasn't that they had lost track of each other, they lived in the same city, but as time moved forward they had grown apart. Something Matt had expected, of course, for few things in life remain the same for too long, and he kept a watchful eye on the woman as she grew, both in stature in the community and emotionally.

"You've prospered and grown Margo, at the expense of others, I wonder if you remember your roots or the "little people" that once supported you so faithfully?"

He lifted the phone, dialed the familiar number, and not surprisingly was given the same old excuse by Margo's receptionist that the corporate CEO was "unavailable" and a message would be delivered to her.

The aloofness was one thing, over time Matt knew it was a habit developed to protect a person who dealt with large amounts of the public, and he forgave the woman for shielding herself. What he couldn't, and wouldn't forgive her for was ignoring him and shunning the polite requests he had made for a private meeting.

"That will all change tonight Margo, I've rearranged the seating at the mayor's fund raiser, so you and I will be at the same table, let's see how well you run in high heels, shall we?"

Matt chuckled, then rose to his full 6 foot and stretched, his eyes moving to the clock to see he was almost late for another meeting, one he made a habit of never missing. He stretched, feeling his lean muscles uncord, grateful for the opportunity to escape the hated office and it's responsibilities, the work out with an old friend a relief in many ways.

"Perhaps, for old times sake, we will dance a final dance?"

He paused at the doorway, his reflection in it's glass showing a jet black haired man, his eyes dark with suppressed emotion that squared off his jaw as he sobered and controlled his thoughts once more.

"Fate will tell, she always does, yes?"

 

[landiek]

Margo was reviewing some budget adjustments when her secretary buzzed her about a call. "NOT NOW!"

Nine new corporations were now hers, twenty million dollars as incoming revenue made her body shiver with a pale spasm. How she loved making money once she overcame her shortcomings. "We'll see how much the CEO's enjoy their discharge papers this afternoon."

Margo picked up the phone and said. "Hannah, rearrange my day. I have a meeting at Brogan's at eleven thirty, push back my eleven forty-five to one. Change locations for my one forty to Angelo's Diner, push my three fifteen over to three at Clarine's Boutique. Call Burton and Sons tell them I will be there at four thirty for my keys. Have my attorney meet me at Sanders Club at six and bring the contract for Carrington Manor."

"Yes ma'am." The mousy voice replied.

After Margo hung up she smirked at her budget problems that would be completely resolved by the words "Terminated."

Margo was the honesty of successful rehabilitation according to the world of success. Native American, long dark hair, the russet skin, deep caramel eyes, and lips of deep sun kissed rose. Those cheekbones that revealed pride was another of her strong attributes, the kind that she used when she needed to demonstrate her courage and craftiness.

Margo's eyes went over some old mail that she shoved aside during a power call to overtake her competition. Margo opened the one that looked the most important and cursed under her breathe as it was an invitation.

You are cordially invited to attend the twenty-third annual Mayoral Benefit Gala.
This year can only be promising by your attendance and sponsorship
Westinghouse Manor on the 21st of April, 2009.
Banquet begins at eight pm followed by silent auction.


"Hannah have I sent an RSVP for the Mayor's benefit?"

"Yes ma'am I sent your reply the day received, three weeks ago. Your dress was sent to the cleaner Monday and is hanging in the closet on the right of your mink." The girl replied automatically

 

[LoneWanderer]

"Are you ready?"

Matthew glanced over at his "date" for the evening, then ran his eyes slowly down her well curved form that filled out the silk dress she wore.

"Remember what I told you? Smile and nod, don't ask questions and IF you find yourself cornered?"

"I have to powder my nose, Mister Brannigan?"

The platinum blond from a bottle smiled brightly, then batted her artificial, inch long lashes at him.

"Exactly, but tonight you call me Matthew"

The car pulled smoothly away and Matt relaxed, his eyes turning from the leggy model and to blue gray darkness outside, his mind on another woman from a past he couldn't ever seem to shake.

"Matthew?

The rain began to fall again but Matt didn't mind, he enjoyed the fresh, new smell that came with it.

"It's my first name Stacy."

He sighed at the reflection of her confused but pretty face, then smiled as it brightened with understanding and sighed, suddenly glad he hadn't asked her to stay the night with him.

"On second thought call me Mister Brannigan and remember my rules, we'll get through the night just fine that way, I hope."

Stacy was the local celebrity, a young woman who made her fortune while on her back in front of a camera, the relationship Matt had with her as her agent and "guardian" when the occasion called for it.

"Relax Stacy, after dessert I'll send you out to the clubs in my car, all you have to do is keep dinner down and sit through the Mayor's boring speech, OK?"

"Yes Sir Mister Brannigan"

The car slowed minutes later and the door opened, the flash of camera's telling Matt the press outside knew exactly who was in the car as well as where the focus of attention would be. It was as he planned, let the press ogle Stacy's augmented breasts while he escorted her inside, then follow her out as she left to go clubbing, his own presence noted but not glamorized in the process.

They were early as planned, the seating chart placing him at a table on the far right wall, his view of the podium restricted, but the the view to the front doors clear.

"Make yourself comfortable Stacy, I'm expecting an old friend to arrive...soon"

 

[landiek]

Margo was not daunted by the change of plans but did love that Hannah was very proficient on handling the little quirks of the day and being one step ahead so Margo continued to look good.

The day went successfully in Margo's opinion as she started to head to her various appointments. At ten she met with one of the "Senior" members of the corporation that she presently worked at. Owning eighty-two percent Margo made it a habit to get cosy with the members that still owned a percentage of the business. Rather then steal it away she used her womanly wiles to get them to "bequeath" their portion to her so she can achieve their dream of success after they are "gone"

"Well Raymond, we both know that Stuart and Greg will be trying to change the business of handing cases to the newbies and sit back as glorified Gods reaping the commissions as well as the prestige." Margo boldly spoke of the next two executives that stood between her and total ownership.

"Now now Margo, It's just the boys way of playing. In seven years it won't matter cause they'll retire. You think I lasted sixty years here on being a good lad. I was a bit of a devil in my youth, mind you." Raymond smiled in his far-away stare.

"I just wish that they wouldn't be such glory hounds.. it makes the business look.. well tacky" Margo sighed then her appointment book signaled the time and she frowned. "I hate to cut our chat down, but duty calls.. I do hope you understand."

Raymond smiled and patted her back. "Of course dear, you have your responsibilities to the firm."

Margo walked away , her three inch heels clicking across the marble floor as she strolled over to the elevator. Pressing the button and heading to the lobby to meet her driver.

Margo stepped outside in the sunshine, it was her favorite kind of days. The one where she could wield the power of an axe to cleave power away from old codgers. "Brogan's on Park Street."

In fifteen minutes she was at her first of many destinations. Her negotiations were splendid and with her addition millions made the offer quite flavorful to which the owners were happy to turn over the business before facing bankruptcy. All that was left was signing contracts and writing the check which Margo had made sure were in her briefcase. "I'm sure you will find everything in order, Mr Brogan."

Brogan nodded and then took the three million dollar check. It was honestly a horrible offer but he had little choice after several bad investments forced the foreclosure, which was how Margo learned of his misfortune. Brogan's was a high end fashion design, it brought in a seventy percent profit in the annual spectrum until Brogan tried to expand to Bolivia fashions and tacky business partners that exploited the connection, each bringing Brogan to his knees and investing another ten years to rebuild, but this time.

Margo shook his hand and accepted the contract and keys to her newest acquisition. "Thank you Mr Brogan. But due to your mismanagement, I'm afraid you won't be continuing to work here. Please be sure to clean out your office by the end of the day."

It was quick and fatal, Brogan fell back astonished that he was losing his connection to the family business as she waltzed to the door and left for her next appointment. "Hannah, be sure to call Brogan's at four-fifteen and make sure that Brogan has moved out of the building.. if not contact the police and have him removed."

Next was Sun Global. That meeting was one that Margo needed to express her deepest joy on solving the budget problems. Once in the board room with the twelve other members Margo rose and said. "Gentlemen I have found the solution to own budget problems and would like to recommend cutting off the diseased parts before it infests to the whole company global."

"If you agree with me then sign the documents in front of your chair and the rest will magically happen." Once all the contracts were signed and notarized Margo held the papers in her hands and left them all with pink slips. "Your position on the board has been terminated by the new owner. Thus saving the company your twenty-two billion dollar salaries.."

Before any arguing could ensue Margo had left the dozen standing in their own shock and dismay that they never saw it coming. Margo entered the back seat and smiled. "Angelo's Diner on sixty-third. I love when a day goes perfect."


The rest of her day went like clockwork. Clarine's was more like a submission to a stronger power and the staff was happy to have their salary cut in half just to stay employed. Malcolm Burton was there to sign the last of the paperwork and turn over the keys. Even he seemed like the shipped dog as she took the keys from him and had the doors locked with a new system, all the employees would have to contact her about retaining their previous position. Lastly as she was sitting with her attorney enjoying a cocktail she signed the documents to obtain Carrington Manor.

"I want to know full value of everything in the house as well as stables and garage. I intend to make that place into a personalized palace for those that can afford my price by the end of this month." Margo wrote out the check for twenty-four million dollars and then smiled as she left her lawyer the bill for their drinks and returned to her main office in order to ready herself for the evening.

Back in her office Margo looked over the evening gown that would make heads turn. It was an off-cream colored gown but with her red coloring it would appear ethereal and the clear colored heels would only accent it more. It took Margo nearly an hour to get ready as she retouched her makeup and styled her long black hair to compliment her face.

It was nearly ten til eight when Margo reached Westinghouse Manor. Stylishly late was never a problem except for tonight she was going to catch the latest gossip and most likely be pointed out as either a savior or a bitch for her latest conquest or most of what she did today.

Reaching the banquet hall Margo was swarmed by associates wanting to know her newest news. Margo smiled and walked on to the tables, they would find out soon enough come Friday during the week review. For now Margo was looking for a good seat so she could see the speaker as well as other members of the invitational set, a very good way to find another vulnerable victim of circumstance.

 

[LoneWanderer]

Matthew relaxed and watched the people about him, studying both the men and women, making mental notes about the ones he knew and more notes to find out about the ones he didn't. It wasn't just a past time but a habit, created from the need to know who he dealt with and the unique characteristics of each individual.

Details he gleaned and stored away for future use, the Mayor being a womanizer by the way he looked down the front of each dress, his hand holding each hand for just a few seconds too long..... While his "assistant" had a very different set of habits and admired the backside of each young male that seemed to permeate the event, his tongue flicking out over his lips as the more handsome paused to speak.....

Details.... They defined a persons life and dictated most of their actions, and as a crowd grew near the main entrance Matthew was willing to bet who it was, her timing perfectly "late" and designed to draw just the exact amount of attention she wanted.

Matthew smiled and relaxed, glancing at his "date" and then back to Margo as she stepped from the crowd and towards another group, the emotions on each persons face showing clearly what they thought of Margo as she walked away from them.

"Stacy, be a dear and go tell Margo her seat is waiting?"

He instructed the younger woman and nodded towards the more mature and voluptuous Lady that looked about her as if a large cat looking for her next prey...

What a contrast, he thought as Stacy moved towards Margo and whispered into her ear.... the taller figure of Stacy seeming to dim in the light that radiated from the more voluptuous figure of the business woman, his own eyes assessing the curves and finding them to his liking as well. His mind moved backwards, the image of a woman considerably less cool and in control of herself, and of how she looked in his bed each evening as they shared a mutual passion....

"It's been too long Margo"

He spoke softly and stood, sliding back a chair to offer it to the composed beauty that followed Stacy, her eyes widening slightly to show the only sign of reaction to his presence, her reply as composed as her face....

 

[landiek]

Margo didn't recognize the woman that approached her but was considerate enough to hear the woman out.

It was a kind request to join her and her date at the table not far from the podium. The woman mentioned that it was directly left of the Senator's table which interested Margo deeply.

"Of course, thank you." Margo smiled habitually.

Margo noticed the faces and prestige that dotted the room as she neared the table with the strangely familiar face. Then she became fully aware of who was sitting at the table. "Matthew"

"It's been too long Margo"

"That depends on what form of too long you are referring to." The statement sat icy in the air at the table. She was indeed hardened by the years of being number one once she attained her ultimate goal.

 

[LoneWanderer]

Matthew smiled and relaxed, waiting for Margo to choose the chair or find another, his features pleasant and slightly amused as he ignored her chilled greeting. There would be plenty of time later for retaliation, time to take his revenge as well as collect what was past due, so for now he'd let things slide...

"Do you still prefer daiquiri's my dear, or shall I ask for another poison?"

He responded gently and waited, his eyes roaming the woman with unabashed interest and lust, his hands resting over the back of the chair.

"Time has treated you well Margo, you don't look a day older than last time I saw you"

He teased and saw he had drawn blood, the last time they were near each other had been a blood bath, the noises had drawn attention from the neighbors and along with the police had come the news crews...

"Have a seat Margo, the speeches are about to start, that is unless you're.... scared?"

He remembered what he enjoyed about Margo the most, it was when he was pushing her buttons and her skin blushed red, how it made her even more beautiful...and sexy....

 

[landiek]

Margo sighed not seeing much of a better selection then what was before her so she gripped the back of the chair. "It's a good spot."

"Do you still prefer daiquiri's my dear, or shall I ask for another poison?"

"yes Strawberry." Margo replied as she settled into watching another table before the speech began. She knew they were talking about her as the heads leaned closer to one another, perhaps they were worried about job security as she owned their corp now.

"Time has treated you well Margo, you don't look a day older than last time I saw you"

Margo looked at him with a smirk. "And you lost the scar I was certain you'd keep in my behalf."

"Have a seat Margo, the speeches are about to start, that is unless you're.... scared?"

"I am never scared, Matthew." Margo huffed as she plopped down into the seat and narrowed her eyes. "Besides I see you still like your "dates" somewhat airheaded."

 

[LoneWanderer]

...never scared....

He mused over the words as well as the unchanging attitude Margo demonstrated, then smiled at the irony of their meeting as they had, as well as what he had planned for her.

"My date.... Yes, well there is nothing wrong in living life in a simple fashion... Though she doesn't have an impressive IQ she feels... laughs.... smiles..... and lives each moment to the fullest...."

His eyes went to where Stacy returned, her face glowing, perhaps blushing from a handsome mans compliment, or simply from knowing every male eye looked at her shapely figure with lustful favor....

"You were similar when we first met. Innocent.... needing a friend..... have you forgotten this table then? We sat here and you asked me to be that benefactor"

He chided her gently and lifted his glass, pretending to ignore Margo's temporary confusion and the flush that spread over her features to indicate she did indeed.... remember....

Stacy returned and quietly placed the drinks, then slipped to his side as he rose and seated her, the lights dimming slightly as a man moved to the center of the lifted stage and the podium to begin the proceedings they had all came for....

"Thank You all for coming, Ladies and Gentlemen....."

Matthew smiled and relaxed, then slid his hand to Stacy's knee and upwards, under the expensive dress he had purchased for this occasion, and upwards to make her gasp as he caressed her sex.

"Simple times and promises Margo, surely you haven't forgotten them all, have you?"

He smiled, continuing to tease his date, knowing he'd make her come repeatedly and raise the ire of Margo for doing so.... a reaction he was counting on, and looked forward to....

 

[landiek]

"You were similar when we first met. Innocent.... needing a friend..... have you forgotten this table then? We sat here and you asked me to be that benefactor"

Margo looked at him, "Yes I did ask.. and at such a great price.. vanity was one factor that I saw in everyone. Little did I know the cost of such pride.. you didn't want me to become one of them did you?"

Just like matthew,Margo thought as she shook away the fairytale memories of their long ago.

"Thank You all for coming, Ladies and Gentlemen....."

Margo tried to ignore him as the speaker came to the mic.

"Simple times and promises Margo, surely you haven't forgotten them all, have you?"

"I have no clue what you are talking about." Yet beads of sweat came to her neck as the soft noises of sexual pleasure stung her ears and the sweet scent of arousal couldn't hide from her flared nostrils.

She turned her head from his face and tried to concentrate on the speaker. but that sound and smell was going to taunt her as long as she had to sit with him and his "date".

Besides Matthew would remember that Margo was a screamer when it came to her levels of pleasure. That made Margo even more uncomfortable listening to his hand place with his airheaded bimbo who was soft and quiet but not that silent that she couldn't notice.

 

[LoneWanderer]

Matthew remembered all too well, just exactly how Margo reacted in the thralls of passion..... Once you pushed her to that point how loud and physical she became, and how he could use her over and over, to make her do things she wouldn't even dream of when rational....

He smiled and fingered the velvet slick lining of the woman next to him, then grinned and winked at a white hair coupled who watched, his finger toying with Stacy's clit and making her gasp, then shudder...

Matthew would never forget what kind of animal Margo could turn into, he had many nights dreamed of just that, and when she had thwarted his terms knew he had the excuse he wanted...finally.

He growled softly and watched Margo's rigid shoulders, his free hand pulling Stacy's hair backwards and making her body arch, the sounds of his fingers teasing her sex wet with each thrust as she grew closer....

He wanted Margo. Knew exactly HOW and WHERE, his eyes wicked as she glanced swiftly over at them and tried to scowl, her own arousal too obvious in the flash of her eyes and how her bosom rose and fell.

He'd have her soon.... A final teasing thrust and he drove Stacy over the edge, her whimpered explosion covered to all except at their table by applause as the Mayor was introduced and stepped onto the stage...

He grinned, watching Margo turn, expecting her scalding words and reacting impudently as he lifted a slick finger to his own lips and cleaned it....

"If it bothers you so much, why don't we step outside...where you can say what's on your mind?"

He challenged softly as the lights dimmed and the crowd hushed, the anger and arousal blatantly obvious in Margo's face and eyes.


"I am never scared, Matthew." He was counting on those words... banking on her own over grown ego and confidence that she had become untouchable.... and knew if and when she stepped outside.... he'd collect swiftly what was past due...

 

[landiek]

Margo grumped as Matthew cleaned of that finger of glistening dew.

"There is a time and place for that you know." Margo hissed as she rose to applaud the mayor's arrival.

"If it bothers you so much, why don't we step outside...where you can say what's on your mind?"

Margo's eyes narrowed on him, he was taunting her and in bad form as the speech was what she wanted to hear to the fullness. Find more ammunition to make the man grovel into his own pit of deceit.

It looked as if Margo wasn't going to take his dare but then she rose, grabbed her purse and headed to a side door on the south wall. It looked like a plan in action going better then planned.

 

[LoneWanderer]

"My driver will take you home now Stacy"

Matthew nodded to the blond and followed Margo down the hall, pulling out a set of black leather gloves to slide his hands into them before they stepped outside.

He leaned into the door and heard the lock click as Margo turned , her eyes full of fire and mouth opening to curse him, his own eyes filled with wicked mirth as he gripped the front of the expensive dress to pull her into his first hard, sweeping slap.

"You've HAD your say Margo, NOW it's MY turn"

He backhanded her and tore at the dress again, his eyes on a pair of men who stepped from the dark alley and moved slowly towards them.

"You're past due on what you owe, the interest alone is more than the original debt, but what I won't forgive is your insolence towards me when I tried to remind you the nice way."

The front of her dress was torn open, her cheeks red from his slaps and breasts heaving from the brutal treatment, his own eyes hard and lips pressed into a thin line.

"Now it's time to pay"

 

[landiek]

"You Sonova...." Margo started until she was jerked off balance and her face reddened from the hard blow of his hand to her right cheek.

"You've HAD your say Margo, NOW it's MY turn"

Blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth as she brought her hand to the edge, touching the blood adding to her fury was easily expected. Margo was an open book to her native attitude she wanted blood in return.

"You're past due on what you owe, the interest alone is more than the original debt, but what I won't forgive is your insolence towards me when I tried to remind you the nice way."

Death was glowing in her dark eyes, she could see him dying by her hand. Her fury showed around her eyes and her hands were gripped tight in fists.

"Now it's time to pay"

"PAY? You sick fuckin bastard!" Margo screamed in a quick push. If someone didn't act quick Matt might find himself fighting off the she-cat behind those nails aiming for his face.

 

[LoneWanderer]

"Hold her, and make sure she doesn't kick"

Matthew instructed with a smirk, then watched the struggle, the inevitable result occurring as the pair of two hundred, fifty pound men used brute force to control her.

He pulled a loaded syringe from a case he had packed into his jacket, smirking with satisfaction as the restrained woman's eyes flared with fear, then laughed as defiance once again filled them.

"Nothing fatal, just a cocktail of sorts, something to make you hallucinate, another to make you even wilder in bed, and the last to get you addicted..."

He waited until she stilled, the curses she threw at him making him even more amused, his hand at her throat as he stabbed the needle into a vein to inject the wicked drugs.

"It'll take effect in less then a minute, and because I wanted you awake and aware you'll still feel and think, react to what I'M going to do to you"

He stepped back, watching her struggle in the iron grip of the two hired thugs, her firm, large breasts heaving and pleasing to his eyes through the ripped dress and making his cock ache.

"You're an erotic beauty Margo, I should have whored you out when we first met, I would have been money ahead, that's for sure .... but foolish me I thought I had found an ally in you, maybe even a partner?"

He confessed and watched her continue to fight, the remnants of the dress falling away to leave her nearly nude and even more desirable, her eyes on his as she cursed him softly.

"When I'm done with you Marge" He promised her in a hard voice "You'll be my private whore and slave, you even learn to like it"

 

[landiek]

"Hold her, and make sure she doesn't kick"

Even though Margo was gripped well she was still forcing the pair to tighten their grip as she jerked back with a force to be reckoned with should she get loose was not an option.

Then Margo caught sight of the needle, an object she feared since childhood. "NOOOOO!"

"Nothing fatal, just a cocktail of sorts, something to make you hallucinate, another to make you even wilder in bed, and the last to get you addicted..."

Margo jerked to get free of her holders, one even got a jab in the knee before she was immobile. The pain rushed up her arm to the shoulder as Apache curses flew from her lips. Each as deadly as the one before with every ounce of venom behind her vows.

"It'll take effect in less then a minute, and because I wanted you awake and aware you'll still feel and think, react to what I'M going to do to you"

The more Margo fought the more the cocktail swarmed in her veins as the blood was rushing back to her heart. Once more her handlers struggled to hold her back from hitting Matt. "I'll never be wholly yours though Ista Ska."

"You're an erotic beauty Margo, I should have whored you out when we first met, I would have been money ahead, that's for sure .... but foolish me I thought I had found an ally in you, maybe even a partner?"

Margo was enraged by his statement, they were never allies.. everyone pointed that out to her when Margo came to work with the firm. Meeting Matt was a preliminary step in the company.. then she tumbled in his spider web of sexual conquest. That was were she learned to be cold... Marilyn Conners smirked for weeks after Margo's defeat.

"When I'm done with you Margo"

Margo didn 't wnt to listen anymore, her body began to grow numb as the shot worked its magic.

"You'll be my private whore and slave, you even learn to like it"

when hell freezes over Margo thought as her body felt weak and her ability to stand left her and the knees buckled to the ground.

 

[LoneWanderer]

"Tie her arms behind her and take her to the van"

Matthew stared at the slumped figure of the woman and almost felt guilty for what was to come next.

"Gag her IF she gets too loud, otherwise give her as hard as you've got"

He knew the tastes of the two men, had hired them because of it, also knew that as one man drove the other wouldn't keep away from Margo.It seemed the two had worked it out beforehand, the ropes binding her wrists and elbows tightly together, her shoulders pulled back to make her breasts even more magnificent and the larger of the two bodily dragging her to the rear of the modified moving van as the second moved into the drivers seat and started the machine.

"You should have listened baby"

Matthew grinned as the woman turned her eyes to him before the door closed with a sudden, jarring thud, the sounds inside as it pulled away telling him the man with her was wasting no time getting to know her.

He moved back through the crowd indoors, said his goodbyes and collected his "date", then dropped her off at her apartment with instructions to "stay by the phone until I call"

He hoped the ditsy Stacy would remember to eat while she waited, then shrugged at the mental image of her corpse beside the nightstand where she had waited like a trained puppy as he made his way to the warehouse.

"Hello Margo"

The men had taken their time, he had arrived as they pulled up and opened the door to greet her, the thick jism between her legs and the gag forced between her full lips telling him that at least the men had enjoyed the ride.

"Take her inside and hose her off, then put her on the racks, was she any fun boys?"

He was rewarded with lewd laughs and comments, his eyes going to Margo's long legs, then full breasts as the men half carried her between them, her hair draping over her shoulders like a wild, living animal as she tried to struggle.

"Use HOT water"

 

[landiek]

"Tie her arms behind her and take her to the van"

There was that rushing ring in her ears as she refused to cry. It was going to be a terrifying life that Matt projected she would come to love. Margo's mind tumbled the many forms of revenge that she would inflict on the three of them. Margo wanted to struggle more as the binds wrapped her wrists, more scorn flashed in her dark eyes, a force to be reckoned with.

"Gag her IF she gets too loud, otherwise give her as hard as you've got"

Margo went silent, refusing to give any of them the satisfaction of making her fear them. Somehow it would be the other way around, they would be screaming for their lives.

"You should have listened baby"

Once the engine started the pain began. There were blows to her face in order to make her open her mouth. In frustration there was rape. Her body was in pain as his girth was too much for her in her limited space. It was a ride thru hell for Margo but she passed out after the third raping and was limp when he sprayed his load over her face and breasts.

But she wasn't aware that the two men switched off and the second ravished her breasts with red lines of his switchblade. The scream of pain wouldn't stop, that was when Margo was gagged. Beaten and raped over and over was a delight to the two thugs but her beauty was darkened by the bruises that started to appear across the deep red skin

"Hello Margo"

Silence was the greeting in return, Margo was unable to see well as her left eye was swollen and the ringing in her ears made it hard to concentrate on the shapes about her. Margo would have spit in his face if she were able to make her lips purse enough to spit.

"Take her inside and hose her off, then put her on the racks, was she any fun boys?"

Margo tried in vain to twist about and knee one of her handlers in the nuts, but the pair were too savvy for that treatment. Margo was escorted along a long hallway to another room, one with harsh lights and strange smells.

"Use HOT water"

It took seconds for the pair to hook her to the overhead chains. Once in place the water temp was adjusted and the spraying began. Margo screamed into the gag as the boiling water tapped her bruised skin and burning along the welts of her beatings.

It didn't take long for the ribbons of jism to wash down the body and into the drain. Now Margo's hair looked wet and stringy as it plastered her aching flesh. Now Margo was weak from her ordeal, it was easy to bring her to the next step of the bosses plan.

Now Margo was standing but dazed as her mind was swirling with colors. Firmly in a soft raspy voice she vowed as Matt's scent entered the room. "I will be strong."

 

[LoneWanderer]

"I will be strong."​

He was counting on it, his eyes studying her body as he undressed and feeling his own cock swell. He walked around her, fingered her sex and laughed as she bucked, her legs and arms spread in an obscene "X" that left her wide open for violation in any way he chose.

"You're as tight as a virgin despite all the fun you've had, I always admired and wondered about that?"

He taunted and fingered her, his free hand gripping her hair and yanking it backwards, her body arching to ease the pressure and bowing her body into a lewd curve he watched with interest.

"Too much, too fast kitten, you need to be taught humility"

He kissed her lips brutally then pulled back as she tried to bite, his own teeth going to a swollen nipple to clamp down tightly on it and shake the firm breast wickedly side to side.

"See, you could have avoided that by accepting my gift"

He teased her as he loosed the nipple, it's color purple and swollen from it's abuse, his eyes studying hers and looking for pain, fear or any emotion.

"Stupid slut, you never let go, do you?"

He pulled his wet fingers from her sex, wiped them across her face, then let go of her hair to brutally slap her face side to side.

"We'll fix that, before I'm done you'll be VERY in touch with your emotions and body, and have no problem letting GO"

He rocked her head side to side, his cock throbbing and begging to use her, his blows stopping only when he moved behind her to push her forward and grip her hips.

"Let's see how tight you are"

He rammed up and into her, knowing she'd be forced to take his girth and length, his thrusts brutal and timed to meet her sex each time she tried to lower herself off her tip toes.

Over and over he drove in top her, his words taunting and labeling her, his hand once again in her hair and yanking her back into each vicious, hard thrust.

"Be strong slut, last as long as you can, I've got some friends and a few machines i want to introduce you to"

 

[landiek]

It was a different touch that made her react, a reaction that Margo silently vowed he wouldn't find too often.

"You're as tight as a virgin despite all the fun you've had, I always admired and wondered about that?"

Margo grimaced as she knew that it was Matt that mentioned all men liked tight pussies when they first started to have sex. Margo never forgot that lesson, in fact she learned to remain tight and agile as she used her assets to gain her future only to have it all slap her in the face.

Margo hated being weak. giving in was weak.... it proved that women were the weaker sex and that could never be evident, especially around Matt.

"Too much, too fast kitten, you need to be taught humility"

His kiss hurt and Margo bit at his tongue as it tried to enter her mouth. Her eyes glistening with sheer hatred but she quickly learned actions have consequences as fire rolled from her nipple to the chest.

"See, you could have avoided that by accepting my gift"

The nostrils flared but she gave him no mode of authority. Margo was hardly one to submit to being broken despite the pain she had endured prior to Matt's new method of conquest.

"Stupid slut, you never let go, do you?"

The smell of her sex stung the skin and his blows only added to her inner fury. He would never win her, never control her, never rule her.. "Never own me."

"We'll fix that, before I'm done you'll be VERY in touch with your emotions and body, and have no problem letting GO"

her head drooped but Margo maintained her pride. Matt could try all he wanted to but she would never give in. Even as his body moved behind hers, Margo willed herself not to react, to remain cold and frigid.

"Let's see how tight you are"

Margo gritted her teeth as Matt's familiar flesh rode deep inside. Reaching her g-spot over and over again, tempting her to yeild to the fruit of his labor. Demanding her body yeild and submit to the lust of sex. It felt as if Matt was intent on yanking out patches of her long hair as his cock slammed up once again. stay strong.. stay strong

"Be strong slut, last as long as you can, I've got some friends and a few machines i want to introduce you to"

Anger renewed in her viens as he prompted her to be used by still more men. How calloused of Matt to think she would be so agreeable as her tight hole seemed barely wet causing discomfort to teh continued plunging his cock was doing in her moist cunt lips.

 

[LoneWanderer]

He used her. Fucked her. Slapped. Insulted. Taunted. Pulled her hair. Pounded brutally into her body to feel her take every thrust with only a whimper. Until finally he exploded and took his relief, pounding into her and filling her with his seed.

"Not too bad"

He stepped back and slapped her backside with his open hand, his eyes roaming up and down her body to settle on her defiant face.

"Line them UP, boys and tell them anything goes except BLOOD."

He heard the laugh that echoed from many voices, knew by the shuffle his own men had done their job well, that ten to twelve men now waited for their "turn"

"Get the slut some lube, I don't want her torn up physically.... alright?"

He walked off to the cooler to find a cold beer, popping the cap and tossing it in a far corner, knowing that before the night was over the floor would be littered with more than beer tops....

 

[landiek]

(okay fifth time has to work)

"Not too bad"

Margo was thankful for her coloring it made it hard to tell if she were blushing or not. Also it was hard to tell if her two soft whimpers were from the sex or pain from the tug on her long hair.

"Line them UP, boys and tell them anything goes except BLOOD."

There was a shudder as her eyes flashed more hatred and anger. Once more her native fury flashed on her face. Again she reminded herself to remain strong as the voices came closer to her nude frame.

"Get the slut some lube, I don't want her torn up physically.... alright?"

A hand smeared the cold liquid in her cunt before the large meaty cock rammed into the slit and forced his flesh up into her tight confines.

"Jeesuz she's tight.. feels like her cunt is trying to pinch me off." The first complained as his face showed the pain of his body and sweat quickly followed as he tried to get her cunt to widen for his chunky cock. His hands grabbed her tender nipples and twisted them left as hard as he could but she gave him no screams, no visual sign of hurting from his actions.

The second moved to her anus, barely putting enough lube to coat his cock as he moved in for the mark. He pushed all the way in and felt her muscles tense as his cock slithered to the back. "If I hadn't heard she gave out I would think it is cherry back here."

Finally the third moved in for the kill as clamps hung off the aching nipples and his large bulbous mushroom slammed into the already fucked cunt. He grunted as her body was clenching on his cock after each downward drop. Jism was splashing to the floor as he drove harder and harder into the tight hole until he shouted out as the orgasm came shooting out and spewed on the floor, she managed to force out his cock with her powerful contractions.

Quickly bets were going round the remaining men on which of them would last the longest in her virgin tight cunt before cumming.

 

[landiek]

(Seeking a new Matthew.. please send pm with possible post...thank

BUMPs Landi)