Hard-Boiled Belle


BlueBelle drives over to the newly renovated Hook Line And Sink Her Club... Susan MacDuff making an appearance at her newest DDSTV venture... giving the keys to the BMW sports coup to the valet... and swishing inside... blue of long satin dress swirling about her ankles... each stride opening the slit that reveals the nylon-clad leg beneath... "Hello Marc... how's business?"

Marc smiling... "Going great... we're opening up the kitchens again... putting together a small dining area... to capitalize on the reputation the place used to have... and the best part is, I managed to replace the kitchen staff who disappeared mysteriously... some new guys turned up today to take the jobs... out of nowhere... I hadn't even advertised for them..."

BlueBelle shakes her head at Marc... one curl of the auburn hair piled up on top of her head falls into her eyes... "Sounds fishy to me... you shouldn't hire people without knowing where they come from... I best check them out... where's the kitchen?" nodding to Marc and heading straight off in the form-fitting long dress that flows over her impressive curves...

Marc grinning... "You worry too much, Belle... now, I need to check on one of my other projects... I'll see you later..." Heading out as you head into the kitchen... admiring the new decor... huge pots for steaming giant lobster... already bubbling... as you look around... seeing a group of four shifty-looking chefs... and a janitor holding a mop... the four of them looking at you with narrowed eyes... "Can we help you?"

BlueBelle struts in like she owns the place of course... seemingly six feet tall in her four inch heels... "Indeed. I'm Susan MacDuff... one of the owners... I want to know the background of each of you... Marc tells me you just showed up without his even putting out a help wanted notice..."

The chefs grinning... eyeing you... "Well... on the grapevine, you kind of know when things are going to turn up... and we've had experience working here before..." Another chef elbowing him in the ribs... even as the janitor moves behind you... suddenly lashing out with the wooden handle of the mop... attempting to crack it over your skull...

BlueBelle wouldn't have come into the kitchen if she wasn't already suspicious... and she is prepared to duck the arc of the mop handle... which hits her hair... causing it to fall across her face... snatching up a skillet from the cabinet as she spins... and aims to clock the janitor upside the head... "That's what I was afraid of..."

The skillet poleaxing the janitor... sending him tumbling... as the other four leap at you... aiming to use weight of numbers against you... and armed with weapons of their own... pans... rolling pins... tenderizers... all aiming to put you out for the count...

BlueBelle steps into the attackers... ducking and twisting... her dress fluttering open along the slit to her hip as her leg sweeps out at the forest of ankles and the skillet is swung at a crotch... "I knew you were most probably common thugs!"

The skillet striking home... even as the men tumble down in a heap... snarling... one reaching for the wall... fingers scrabbling for a large net... used to bring in the catch in the old days... whipping it towards your ankles in an attempt to tangle them up...

BlueBelle springs up on a stainless steel work surface... satin dress fluttering up around her waist as she pivots on her behind... pecan-tinted legs bringing the tip of a shoe around to the temple of the man with the net... snatching a handgun from the holster on the inside of her thigh... covering the men as slides off the countertop... "Don't move!" and no one does but the sixth man sneaking up behind her...

A tenderizer slamming into your temple from behind... sending you tumbling... as the sixth man snarls... "Good thing I hid in the shadows... she'd have recognized me... after she ruined my restaurant before... but now the Hook Line and Sink Her's going to be just like it was... and Tanaka won't even realize what's going on under his nose..."

BlueBelle blinks as she is plunked... a brief flicker of confusion... as the gun falls from her hand... and she collapses like a puppet whose strings have been cut... sprawling out on the floor... slit of blue satin open the waist... revealing that she wears only sheer-to-waist pantyhose beneath...

The four thugs grinning and falling on you like ravenous wolves... gripping and groping... tearing at your dress... firm hands kneading flesh... nowhere safe from prodding and poking fingers... until the leader snarls... "That's enough... hogtie her... tight... and then put her into the lobster winch..."

BlueBelle grunts once or twice but remains unconscious as the rude hands shred satin and grope her flesh... the satin rips away from firm overripe melons... hanging heavy as she is lifted to the countertop... then flattening out as she plopped there... trussed up with twine... wrists to knees... ankles to elbows... bowed viciously as she is lifted again... heels falling from nylon-sheathed toes...

The men attaching a metal hook to the twine... leaving you dangling from a chain connected to an intricate system of pulleys in the ceiling... used to swing the giant lobsters over the cooking pot and lower them down... the leader grinning as you hang at waist height... gripping your hair... his stiff cock brushing your lips... "Mmmm... I can't resist..."

BlueBelle is awakened by the slapping of a stiff cock to her cheeks... snapping her head back and forth... the eyes blinking open... her gaping mouth held in place by the grip of her hair... her initial moan muffled by throbbing cock... her eyes widen in recognition of her predicament as she is forced suckle...

The man using your mouth... sliding in and out as the others roughly grope and squeeze you all over... the man groaning as he takes to opportunity to use one of the most beautiful women in the world... "Once we've eliminated you, we can put our plans into action... the prettiest girls in the club will vanish... to either be sold... or disposed of on a live feed... the perfect scam... and you're first..."

BlueBelle looks up at his proclamation... testing her bindings... the twine cutting into her skin... seemingly helpless to do anything but hollow out her cheeks and suck the man's jumpy cock... as his men maul her heavy dangling udders... and swat her ass... sending tight ripples through the flesh under the tight pecan-tinted nylon...

The man quickly finishing... shooting a wad of thick semen into your throat... filling your mouth... before wiping the head of his cock against your cheek... and stepping back... the winch lifting you up... and swinging you over the huge pot... filled with bubbling water... billowing steam rising up... like being in a sauna... only more so... "We can set this to descend into the pot fast or slow... and for you it'll be very slow indeed..."

BlueBelle gasps as the rising steam causes her hair to lose it’s curl... then become matted to her sweating face... her whole straining body in fact glistening with sweat... dripping from her swinging tits... her pantyhose darkened by it... her voice edged with fear... "But I'll be boiled alive!"

The men laughing... "You catch on quick..." The leader throwing the switch... and the winch beginning to descend... inch by inch... tortuously slow... lowering you towards the bubbling water... as the steam billows around you... your struggling body barely three feet above boiling doom...

BlueBelle strains against the twine frantically... her bound form bucking wildly... her head on a swivel... sweat spraying from her splaying hair... feeling the heat on her sensitive nipples... and sopping wet slit... murmuring over and over... "no no no..."

The men grinning... watching... as you lower... only two foot above the boiling water now... little droplets of boiling water spitting from the surface of the pot and hitting your skin as the remorseless machine continues to lower you to a dreadful fate...

BlueBelle wails pitifully as she hears the hiss of sizzling skin... and feels the searing pain... her struggles becoming even more frenzied... her eyes desperate now... as her efforts begin to make the chain swing... the steam off the rolling boil nearly obscuring her hogtied form from view for a brief instant... "Please... no... I'm cooking!"

The chain swinging wildly back and forth over the cooking pot... like a pendulum... coming closer each time... even as the moisture from the steam begins to affect the twine... soaking and stretching it... giving you some give in your struggles... the steam obscuring how much give you have... your hanging breasts only inches from the boiling water now...

BlueBelle works a hand free... awkwardly reaching up for the hook as she swings through the cloud of steam... catching hold and yanking herself up at the end of a swing... freeing twine from hook... her still partially bound form flying free... straight into a big sink full of fish...

The sink full of flopping fish a mercy after the heat of the steam... the men snarling... and charging you... "We'll throw her in ourselves..." Even as you try to wiggle free... the slimy fish ichor of some help in that... as well as sweat-soaked skin...

BlueBelle yanking arms free of legs... throwing fish after fish at the charging men... smacking them in the face and chest... the slippery flopping fish falling to the men's feet... resulting in a keystone crooks moment as the thugs fall all over themselves... as Belle crawls out of the sink... and snatches up her gun...

The men groaning on the floor... picking themselves up to see the barrel of the gun aimed squarely at them... having no choice but to put their hands up as you stand... steamed in more ways than one... with a flapping fish trapped in your pantyhose...

(February 2008)