Mr. Black Meets the Crimson Courtier. M/M later M/F
Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2019 8:42 pm
there may be some disrespectful slurs and curses in this story. I apologize to any who take offence. I mean nothing harmful or disrespectful towards anyone. simply trying to add a hint of realism into the story. once again I apologize.
Mr. Black sits on a hotel room couch. Wearing a black masquerade mask on his face dressed in a white silk dress shirt black slacks and leather oxfords his Armani business coat was hung over the back of the kitchen chair. Black leather gloves encompassing his large hands. Looking at- the clock in the room for the third time. His informant had misinformed him.
Sitting in the middle of the room a man aged forty-six sits in a chair his arms bound behind his back with padded cuffs to keep the restraints from digging in. His mouth was held quiet by a belt wrapped between his teeth his head pinned back to the chair.
“Well Senator Stanton, it appears your rendezvous is running late” the bound man shook his head grunting into the belt.
“I have been very patient Senator, even given you, courtesies”
“Kurphafeees?” the Senator grunted as he wiggled his arms and shoulders trying to bring feeling to his arms again.
“Yes, I made sure my arm restraints were padded so as not to cut into your flesh that way no one would know you were tied down, every punch I have delivered can be easily explained the hook to your rib from running into a countertop”
Using a gloved hand Jason Black pushes in on the Senators rib where it hurt. Tapping the man's left breast above the nipple. “This can be explained by falling off your exercise equipment”
“Whaphf dophf yuphf fhwanphf wiphf herphf?”
“That is not your business to ask and I am not at liberty to say, Senator” removing the belt from his neck Jason quickly formed his hand into a blade and slammed it into the Senator's throat causing him to cough and choke.
“That is from your clumsy secret service driver accidentally making your car stall and your seatbelt dug in... now I am going to give you the count of five to tell me where I may find her”
“I am just a client I don’t track her every move”
“One” Jason sat watching the Senator squirm some more. The older man's breath struggled as he tries to look around for something to help him.
“Two”
“What did you do to my guards huh? I had two secret service agents with me?”
“That is correct, you did have two secret service agents, however for them they are both having some difficulties in the restroom”
“How?”
“I fear your men enjoy their coffee, it was relatively easy to slip a liquid laxative into their coffee, the same stuff pharmaceuticals prescribe to people going for their Colonoscopies, three” the Senators eyes grew wide knowing his security was out of commission. Grunting he began to fight and struggle in his bond more. Only causing greater discomfort.
“Four!”
“I am just a customer, a client, one of many I seen the black book it is big and if rumors are true it is full of high powered and impressionable people, she had clients and contacts in highest levels of government from defense department to justice department”
“You make it sound as if, she built a spy network.... five” slamming his fist into the Senator's stomach Jason took the belt he had used for a gag and now wrapped it around the Senator's throat.
“Listen to me very carefully Senator this is not personal, this is business... do you really want to die for a high priced light-skirt” making the Senator gargle on his own saliva the Senator began to growl and shake tensing. In his struggle the Senator was losing air quickly faster then even Jason was prepared for. Relenting Mr. Black gives some slack.
“You are trying my patience, Senator”
“Look I don’t know much of her okay, I’ve only been frequenting with her for three or four months, contact is personal referral you need at least one or two referral’s before you can even talk with her okay”
“Who were your referrals?” Jason asks rubbing his glove hand over his dress shirts arm.
“I’m not allowed to” his voice was cut by a kick to the shins by Jason’s black oxfords.
“Jesu-“ the belt quickly tightens around the man's neck as Jason pulls on again “think Stanton... the riches and perks are one thing but a mind is a terrible thing to waist let alone your life” pulling off so the belt drag Stanton onto the floor.
“My- my... referrals came from Congressman Lowry and Associate Justice Strauss, is... an associate from the Supreme court okay that is all... ask them but I don’t think they know where she is either”
“Fine... sit up” the Senator did not have a choice as Jason set the chair up again removing the arm restraints Jason put away in his bag. Senator Stanton began to groan leaning forward feeling awful with his injuries.
“The hardest injury to explain will be the belt marks around your neck, I recommend saying your silk tie got into a hard knot in which you had to cut it off... hand me your arm” unable to move with the pain the Senators arm was bent forward.
“What are you doing now I gave you all I know just leave me be?”
“Don’t worry I am giving you something to settle you down a bit by the time your boys are out of their embarrassing situation, you will either be sobered up and ready to go... or you’ll be passed out sleeping on the bed”
Inserting a sterilized needle of Demerol Pithidine pain medication. Within minutes Senator Lloyd Stanton was knocked out in delirium. Grabbing his business coat Jason wraps his arms through the sleeves buttoning the two buttons down his center before turning and leaving the room in as perfect condition as he left it.
Exchanging his masquerade mask for a pair of sunglasses it seemed to blend masterfully from one to the other without causing the bat of a lash. Leaving the hotel in stylish fashion Jason walks down the street approaching the nearest payphone. Dialing the number of his contact the phone rang once before the voice spoke calmly.
“Is it done?”
“No, tell the Client she did not show up for her two thirty meetings” the phone went silent for a moment. Taking this moment Jason withdrew his comparison photograph a woman aged thirty-two long straight beeline blond hair. Pale blue eyes staring seductively into the camera.
“Client says the driver of the contract's car never arrived its last location was two blocks down from you, corner of McKinley and Davidson”
“How does the Client know all this?” Jason asks looking down on the phone book dangling below the phone.
“Sir. You know the drill asks a few questions... I assume he has insights into her patterns”
“Fair enough, alright I will call once I made my determination”
“As you wish sir” nodding Jason hung up the phone looking down on the photo some more imagining what fate has befallen this young woman.
Meanwhile.
In a downtown Irish pub a small back room. The woman lays on her side, wearing a Crimson lace chemise. Framing her 34DD chest just at the edge of the fabric. Red garters hide below the bottom of the loose garment connecting her bottomless panties to her black lace thigh high stockings. Her feet held in one-inch black heels which made it difficult for her to stand.
The woman’s arms are bound behind her back harsh rope digging into her skin. A leather collar around her neck connected to a heavy chain was connected to a pole in the backroom of this small pub.
As she began to drag herself from the sleep she found herself her eyes grew wide as she squirms struggling her wrists tightening with every movement. Trying to stand she began to mumble unable to find words. The tape had been plastered over her lips forcing them to remain silent.
“Hephf whaphf... helphf helphf mmmphf?” trying to speak she began to fight her bonds more standing up. She tries to pull on the chain finding the pillar unmoveable. Shaking her head she looks around seeing only the white light above her head kept her in the spotlight.
“Helphf plephf, helphf mmmphf!” calling into the tape. The sound of a door opening caught her attention. A large man with short red Mohawk wearing a black dress coat and slacks his leather shoes were worn and torn up from years of use. Seeing him the woman began to speak into the tape.
“Pleemphf lmmphf mmphf gmmphf” trying to walk up to him the neck chain began to pull her back. As the large man crossed his arms making himself look even bigger. The woman steps back unsure what to expect when a short thin bald man walks in.
“Good Afternoon Miss Crimson”
“Whmphf arphf yuphf?”
“My name is Aulay Mcrae, I do not expect you to know the name, I apologize for the rough manner in which my men brought you in, I needed to move fast just know we have no intent to harm you”
“Whatphf duphf yuphf whaphf?”
“I understand you have some very special clientele” the womans eyes widen as Mr. Mcrae holds a file in his hand “one in particular I am interested, Judge Horace Speigel” shaking her head the woman backs away.
Mcrae steps forward to speak with her before another man enters the room grabbing Aulay by his arm to whisper in his ear.
“Alright Miss Crimson, I will leave you a few minutes maybe just maybe we can take that tape off and have a civil conversation”
“pleemphf lmmphf mmf gmmphf”
Auley left the room with a click of the door the stout brooding man stood looking down on her his pale face cold and his eyes steel. There was no way she could get out of these chains. But perhaps with some enticing, she could erect this big man's interest.
Mr. Black sits on a hotel room couch. Wearing a black masquerade mask on his face dressed in a white silk dress shirt black slacks and leather oxfords his Armani business coat was hung over the back of the kitchen chair. Black leather gloves encompassing his large hands. Looking at- the clock in the room for the third time. His informant had misinformed him.
Sitting in the middle of the room a man aged forty-six sits in a chair his arms bound behind his back with padded cuffs to keep the restraints from digging in. His mouth was held quiet by a belt wrapped between his teeth his head pinned back to the chair.
“Well Senator Stanton, it appears your rendezvous is running late” the bound man shook his head grunting into the belt.
“I have been very patient Senator, even given you, courtesies”
“Kurphafeees?” the Senator grunted as he wiggled his arms and shoulders trying to bring feeling to his arms again.
“Yes, I made sure my arm restraints were padded so as not to cut into your flesh that way no one would know you were tied down, every punch I have delivered can be easily explained the hook to your rib from running into a countertop”
Using a gloved hand Jason Black pushes in on the Senators rib where it hurt. Tapping the man's left breast above the nipple. “This can be explained by falling off your exercise equipment”
“Whaphf dophf yuphf fhwanphf wiphf herphf?”
“That is not your business to ask and I am not at liberty to say, Senator” removing the belt from his neck Jason quickly formed his hand into a blade and slammed it into the Senator's throat causing him to cough and choke.
“That is from your clumsy secret service driver accidentally making your car stall and your seatbelt dug in... now I am going to give you the count of five to tell me where I may find her”
“I am just a client I don’t track her every move”
“One” Jason sat watching the Senator squirm some more. The older man's breath struggled as he tries to look around for something to help him.
“Two”
“What did you do to my guards huh? I had two secret service agents with me?”
“That is correct, you did have two secret service agents, however for them they are both having some difficulties in the restroom”
“How?”
“I fear your men enjoy their coffee, it was relatively easy to slip a liquid laxative into their coffee, the same stuff pharmaceuticals prescribe to people going for their Colonoscopies, three” the Senators eyes grew wide knowing his security was out of commission. Grunting he began to fight and struggle in his bond more. Only causing greater discomfort.
“Four!”
“I am just a customer, a client, one of many I seen the black book it is big and if rumors are true it is full of high powered and impressionable people, she had clients and contacts in highest levels of government from defense department to justice department”
“You make it sound as if, she built a spy network.... five” slamming his fist into the Senator's stomach Jason took the belt he had used for a gag and now wrapped it around the Senator's throat.
“Listen to me very carefully Senator this is not personal, this is business... do you really want to die for a high priced light-skirt” making the Senator gargle on his own saliva the Senator began to growl and shake tensing. In his struggle the Senator was losing air quickly faster then even Jason was prepared for. Relenting Mr. Black gives some slack.
“You are trying my patience, Senator”
“Look I don’t know much of her okay, I’ve only been frequenting with her for three or four months, contact is personal referral you need at least one or two referral’s before you can even talk with her okay”
“Who were your referrals?” Jason asks rubbing his glove hand over his dress shirts arm.
“I’m not allowed to” his voice was cut by a kick to the shins by Jason’s black oxfords.
“Jesu-“ the belt quickly tightens around the man's neck as Jason pulls on again “think Stanton... the riches and perks are one thing but a mind is a terrible thing to waist let alone your life” pulling off so the belt drag Stanton onto the floor.
“My- my... referrals came from Congressman Lowry and Associate Justice Strauss, is... an associate from the Supreme court okay that is all... ask them but I don’t think they know where she is either”
“Fine... sit up” the Senator did not have a choice as Jason set the chair up again removing the arm restraints Jason put away in his bag. Senator Stanton began to groan leaning forward feeling awful with his injuries.
“The hardest injury to explain will be the belt marks around your neck, I recommend saying your silk tie got into a hard knot in which you had to cut it off... hand me your arm” unable to move with the pain the Senators arm was bent forward.
“What are you doing now I gave you all I know just leave me be?”
“Don’t worry I am giving you something to settle you down a bit by the time your boys are out of their embarrassing situation, you will either be sobered up and ready to go... or you’ll be passed out sleeping on the bed”
Inserting a sterilized needle of Demerol Pithidine pain medication. Within minutes Senator Lloyd Stanton was knocked out in delirium. Grabbing his business coat Jason wraps his arms through the sleeves buttoning the two buttons down his center before turning and leaving the room in as perfect condition as he left it.
Exchanging his masquerade mask for a pair of sunglasses it seemed to blend masterfully from one to the other without causing the bat of a lash. Leaving the hotel in stylish fashion Jason walks down the street approaching the nearest payphone. Dialing the number of his contact the phone rang once before the voice spoke calmly.
“Is it done?”
“No, tell the Client she did not show up for her two thirty meetings” the phone went silent for a moment. Taking this moment Jason withdrew his comparison photograph a woman aged thirty-two long straight beeline blond hair. Pale blue eyes staring seductively into the camera.
“Client says the driver of the contract's car never arrived its last location was two blocks down from you, corner of McKinley and Davidson”
“How does the Client know all this?” Jason asks looking down on the phone book dangling below the phone.
“Sir. You know the drill asks a few questions... I assume he has insights into her patterns”
“Fair enough, alright I will call once I made my determination”
“As you wish sir” nodding Jason hung up the phone looking down on the photo some more imagining what fate has befallen this young woman.
Meanwhile.
In a downtown Irish pub a small back room. The woman lays on her side, wearing a Crimson lace chemise. Framing her 34DD chest just at the edge of the fabric. Red garters hide below the bottom of the loose garment connecting her bottomless panties to her black lace thigh high stockings. Her feet held in one-inch black heels which made it difficult for her to stand.
The woman’s arms are bound behind her back harsh rope digging into her skin. A leather collar around her neck connected to a heavy chain was connected to a pole in the backroom of this small pub.
As she began to drag herself from the sleep she found herself her eyes grew wide as she squirms struggling her wrists tightening with every movement. Trying to stand she began to mumble unable to find words. The tape had been plastered over her lips forcing them to remain silent.
“Hephf whaphf... helphf helphf mmmphf?” trying to speak she began to fight her bonds more standing up. She tries to pull on the chain finding the pillar unmoveable. Shaking her head she looks around seeing only the white light above her head kept her in the spotlight.
“Helphf plephf, helphf mmmphf!” calling into the tape. The sound of a door opening caught her attention. A large man with short red Mohawk wearing a black dress coat and slacks his leather shoes were worn and torn up from years of use. Seeing him the woman began to speak into the tape.
“Pleemphf lmmphf mmphf gmmphf” trying to walk up to him the neck chain began to pull her back. As the large man crossed his arms making himself look even bigger. The woman steps back unsure what to expect when a short thin bald man walks in.
“Good Afternoon Miss Crimson”
“Whmphf arphf yuphf?”
“My name is Aulay Mcrae, I do not expect you to know the name, I apologize for the rough manner in which my men brought you in, I needed to move fast just know we have no intent to harm you”
“Whatphf duphf yuphf whaphf?”
“I understand you have some very special clientele” the womans eyes widen as Mr. Mcrae holds a file in his hand “one in particular I am interested, Judge Horace Speigel” shaking her head the woman backs away.
Mcrae steps forward to speak with her before another man enters the room grabbing Aulay by his arm to whisper in his ear.
“Alright Miss Crimson, I will leave you a few minutes maybe just maybe we can take that tape off and have a civil conversation”
“pleemphf lmmphf mmf gmmphf”
Auley left the room with a click of the door the stout brooding man stood looking down on her his pale face cold and his eyes steel. There was no way she could get out of these chains. But perhaps with some enticing, she could erect this big man's interest.