Cory's New Life, Part III By The Blues When Rose's debts are due, it's time for Cory to watch her in action... The next afternoon, Cory arrived at Rose's Bar as she had expected. He was in a sorry shape, his genitals still aching horribly from the thrashings he had recieved the days before. His black jeans stretched against his sore testicles with each step he took. He still tried to look tough and sexy in the urban camouflage vest he had loosely thrown over his chest, revealing at least the muscles he had. But with his swollen testicles forming an obviously unnatural bulge under his jeans and the difficulties he had to walk straight, it just didn't work out. Rose just grinned at him with her usual untouchability. "Hey, my favourite fixer..." She approached him slowly, exposing her stunning looks. Some of her curly, red hair hung in her face wildly, winding around her shoulders and falling down her back. A white jean vest envelopped her big, beautiful breasts, leaving her slim belly naked. Tight, light blue jeans emphasized her curvy hips, while a pair of shiny black stilettoes rounded up her looks. Cory was glad to feel his cock tremble at her sexy sight. It made him feel like his reason of existence was still somewhat functional after all. "Hey, Rose", he just smiled back, "my favourite femme fatale..." She had gotten him into all the touble in the first place. Just when he had been about to give up his criminal ways, Rose had employed him. He had been running the bar when a bunch of female thugs had arrived to bully Rose for protection, leaving him with a painful message to his boss. Rose had talked him into stealing an expensive car to even her debts with the thugs, again maneuvring him into trouble. And now, he was there with Rose again, expecting the thugs to arrive. It was payday. He wasn't fool enough to believe the thugs would come, take the car and everything would be fine. He knew there would be more trouble, and he wasn't sure if he could take any more. But he was fool enough to follow Rose. He had let her catch him in her superiourity. He was crazy for her, and there was no way back. "Don't worry", she said, "this time, everything's going to end well. How are you today?" "I'd lie if I said anything like okay", Cory shrugged. "You'll be alright", she smiled, "I promise." In an unusual move, she grabbed Cory by his stiff collar, pulling him closer to press her body against his. Her face only inches from his, she stared him in the eyes like paralyzing a guy was the easiest thing in the world. His cock hardened, despite all the pain, and he was quick to let her feel his hard-on. Against all his expectations, Rose didn't grab his balls or hurt him in any way - she just laughed. "Good to see you're still with me. Stay with me through today and I'm sure you'll like the outcome of all of this..." Again, he should have known better than saying "Sure, boss." "Fine", she grinned, stepping back and slapping the front of his jeans, "the bitches should arrive any moment." Cory gasped, as the friendly slap felt like burning needles in his penis. "Hey", he said when he had recovered, ignoring the provocation, "how can you be so sure this is going to work out? I mean, what if they just don't accept the little gift we have for them?" Somebody knocking at the front door silenced Cory. "We're closed", Rose called. "Not for us, Rose", a terribly familiar voice shouted, "glad to see you around, today." It was Tasha. Cory had already met the lead thug and her sidekick Gina, or more precisely, their loose fists. "Alright", Rose nodded to Cory when she hurried to the door, visibly nervous, "don't fuck it up and we'll be alright..." She opened. Gina, Tasha's girl for the dirty work, entered first to have a quick glance at the situation. The young, brown-haired thug was dressed in her usual blue jeans and high-heel boots. The tight leather crop wrapped around her breasts was lathed up just high enough to hide most of her breasts, leaving her flat belly and musculous arms exposed. That and the seriously angry expression on her face would have turned Cory on if he hadn't known that messing with this girl could be a mightily humilating experience. "Hello, Rose..." Cory heard her rough voice sounding, "and hey there, a familiar face. I see you found your way out of the trashcan, slut?" "How convenient it is to meet both of you", Tasha added as she followed in, serene as if she was about to order a burger. Her looks clearly beat those of her sidekick. Her boots were shinier and higher, her jeans tighter and her brilliant black hair an eyecatcher. It also seemed to fit her black leather bolero well. "Rose, forgive my impoliteness, but I'd really rather go ahead with business matters right away. Where's the money, slut?" "I have something equal." With a quick eye movement, Tasha sent her sidekick towards Cory, in case he should try something. "Something equal?" Tasha nodded, great surprise in her tone. "What exactly are we talking about, if I may ask?" Suddenly it occured to Cory what a stupid idea it had been from the very start to try and pay them with a stolen car. They'd probably punch his and Rose's lights out for even trying something like this, leave alone not having the money. "An even more valuable item", Rose explained, "you have to see it. It's in the backyard." For a brief moment, Cory considered just running away. If it hadn't been for Rose... Tasha laughed. "A valuable item, hilarious! No, seriously... Just tell me you have the money and we can all walk out happy." "I'm serious", Rose insisted, "get to the backyard with me. It's really valuable." Gina shrugged, walked up to Cory and grabbed him by his swollen testicles firmly. Cory screamed in sheer agony. "Okay", Tasha nodded, "lead us to the backyard and don't try anything. Else, your personel might suffer from spontaneous castration." They escorted Rose and Cory to the backyard, with Gina pushing Cory along by his badly battered genitals. He could hardly walk, leave alone keep the fast pace Gina lead, but somehow, he made it there. She wouldn't turn him loose when they arrived at the backdoor, staring at the brand-new, yet boxy and unspectacular hatchback car. "It has keys and papers", Cory explained, although it sounded more like a painful yell, "some dumbass left it all in the car. It's yours. It's easily ten thousand dollars." Tasha smiled, then she started laughing. When she didn't stop laughing for quite some time, Cory grew certain this wasn't going to work. Still, Rose seemed to be playing for more. "It should cover my debts plus some of the next few months", she demanded. All of a sudden, Tasha stopped laughing. It took her a few seconds to recover from her amusement before she replied with a brief, unquestionable: "No." To underline her statement, she drove her fist forward, delivering a powerful punch to Rose's belly. "Shit, no", Cory screamed, trying to wind in Gina's grip, but she would just squeeze his balls harder. "You stupid, useless bitch!" Tasha yelled at Rose, grabbing her by the collar of her denim top. "Do you really think you can fool me? Me?!" "No", Rose coughed, looking her opponent deep in the eyes, "I just thought why not have a try..?" That said, she punched Tasha straight in the face. Totally surprised by the resistance, the black-haired stumbled backwards. She recovered quick enough the evade another punch, swivelling around and driving her boot into Rose's stomach instead. Rose's back hit the hood of the car hard. "Trying to fuck with me?" Tasha coughed, spitting some blood onto the ground, "I'll teach you respect, bitch!" Rose responded by kicking her stiletto up against Tasha's jaw when the thug was just about to grab her and pull her from the hood. When Tasha dropped to the ground, Gina realized this was spinning out of control - she needed to take Cory entirely out of the action before she could hurry to the help of her boss. She released his balls, only to hold him grabbed by the collar a moment later. With all her might, she rammed her knee into Cory's damaged groin. Pulling him groundwards by his stiff vest, pushing his damaged balls harder against her knee, she watched him gasping in terror and spinning his eyes around for a brief second. Finally, a straight punch to his face threw his back against the brick wall. Blood running out of his mouth, he collapsed to the ground, sliding down the wall. The bully turned her attention to her back only moments before Rose could have kicked her in the spine. Gina's fist stopped Rose's running attack, sending Rose stumbling backwards against the car, where she dropped onto the hood again. With another quick punch down to Rose's face, Gina made sure the red-haired wouldn't strike back. Rose kept lying there seemingly unconscious, blood messing up her beautiful face. "Shit", Cory gasped, leaning against the wall with his balls burning like they were on fire, barely able follow the fight. For a brief moment, he had been convinced Rose would win... "Slut", Gina said, spitting Rose in the face. Then she turned to her boss to kneel beside her. "Boss", she said, "how are you?" "Shitty", Tasha answered, trying to get on her elbows, "that bitch is tough, no doubt." "You bet!" Rose added, moments before her kick hit Gina's spine. The girl was thrown onto her boss, interrupting Tasha's attempt to get up for just a few seconds - but those were enough for an invaluable chance to beat both of them at once. The tough red-haired let herself drop to her knees, right onto Tasha's breasts. An intermediate between a cough and a painful scream came out of Tasha's mouth as the air was pushed out of her lungs. Rose's hands grabbed for Gina's rugged brown hair to pull her back to the ground - and she succeeded, slamming the back of Gina's head right down against Tasha's nose. "You're trying to fuck with me?" Rose smiled, as she stared down into Gina's eyes with no mercy. She drove her left fist right into Gina's cheek, immediately followed by her right fist. Another two or three punches, and Gina rolled off Tasha's face, just short of unconscious. When the beat-up boss under Rose's knees tried to wind and escape, she spat a mouthfull of blood into Tasha's face. "I'll teach you respect, bitches", she grinned, hitting Tasha right between the eyes. Rose turned her attention back to Gina, grabbing her by the lace front of her top to pull the thug back to her feet. Rose's stilettos were still resting on Tasha's stomach and breasts. "While we're at it", Rose explained, staring Gina in the eyes, "this one's for ruining my bar with my employee!" Holding her victim firmly, standing on the finished boss, Rose burried her fist into Gina's belly powerfully, then into both her breasts. Finally, the red-haired released Gina, watching her collapse to her knees. Gina still wouldn't fall to the ground, though. "You're tough", Rose added, "still, fuck you!" Kicking the kneeling thug against the jaw did the job of bringing her down. Breathing heavily, Rose stepped from Tasha, pulling her white top into shape again and taming some streaks of her ruined hair. She wiped the blood out of her face, smearing it into Gina's hair. "Cory?" she asked. "Still with you", Cory coughed, still leaning against the brick wall, holding his aching genitals. "Good job, bitch." "Thank you", Rose grinned, "you could've helped me a little over here." "Aw", Cory moaned, carefully feeling out the remains of his male package under his jeans, "I just thought I'd leave the fun part to you...!" "Their friends will come around sooner or later", Rose noted, "we better get going... Let's take the car." "Give me a minute", Cory agreed, desperately trying to get back to his feet. "fucking off sounds like the best idea I've heard in a while. But what about your bar?" "They'll probably burn it down or something", Rose said when she pulled Cory to his feet by the collar. "We fucked it up, and that's it. We shouldn't be around for some time. Did you expect a happy end?" "No", Cory said, breathing heavily, "but it's nice enough to hear you saying 'we' fucked it up." "Shut up and let's go", Rose added in her more familiar tone, "I'm driving." Walking was diffcult and horribly painful, but somehow, Cory managed to get into the car. "We probably shouldn't be around town for some time", he suggested when they drove off, "they're going to search for us, and I bet they won't come alone." "I hate to leave", Rose shrugged, "but you're right, we're better off packing a few things and leaving." She drove a lot faster than necessary. Cory hoped no cop would notice the bloodstains on the hood. "So, where are we going?" Cory asked. Rose just laughed. "I'm not sure where I'm going yet. About you, I'd suggest elsewhere." "Hey, I'd say..." Cory started, just to reconsider for a few seconds. Then he asked right away: "Rose, can I fuck you?" Rose smiled, looking at the beat-up guy in the passenger seat for a few seconds, before her right hand slipped right between his legs. Despite the awfully pain in his genitals, Cory stared at her greedily, looking out her sexy body profile. He felt his black jeans stretching around his sore penis. Just a moment later, he screamed in terror, as Rose's hand closed firmly around his groin. She got hold of his left testicle, swollen big enough to fill her fist easily. "No", she said, ignoring his whining, "you fucked it up. If you had sticked to my plan from the very start, it would have worked out, I'm sure. There's no reward for you. Besides, I'd never let such a damaged, semi-hard pulp fuck me. I'm sorry." She hit the brakes hard, pulling the car over into a dusty sideroad. "Get out", she ordered him, shutting down the engine. "Rose, you're kicking me out...? You crazy bitch, after all I've done for you?" She replied by trying to roll his ball around in her fist, but had to realize it was too swollen and sore to play that game. All she had in her fist was a thick pulp envelopped by denim cloth. Cory still cried in pain, and the treatment still was effective enough to make him obey. "Shit", he coughed, "alright, I'll fuck off..." When she turned his ball loose, he opened the door, staring at her for another few seconds with a mixture of anger, fascination and horrible deception before he got out. Rose followed him out. "Hey, toughguy", she added, following him. "You can't fuck me", she explained, grinning out him provocatively, "but you could still do me a favour..." "Rose", he sighed, "look - stop playing with me. I'm not the kind of guy to..." She interrupted him roughly when she grabbed him by his camo vest to yank him around and smash him into the front of the car. She had pushed him so powerfully, his back hit the hood hard. She didn't wait for him to recover before she stepped onto the hood to sit down right on his chest, his head captured between her knees. She pulled the collar of his vest up towards his face to briefly wipe some semi-dried blood from his mouth. Cory didn't add a single word, just staring at the pair of tightly packed breasts hanging down in his face, occasionally moving his eyes up to stare into Rose's. "Lick me", she ordered him, as she unzipped her jeans. Moments later, her hand zipped down aroud Cory's groin, pressing against his battered penis, but before he could even scream, she had already grabbed him by the rugged hair to push his face right against her warm, juicy pussy. Cory obeyed and started licking her, as he had done it so many times before. Rose signalled her pleasure by releasing some of the pressure from his penis, gently rubbing and squeezing it instead, and grabbing and twisting it hard when she got bored. Cory did his best to please his boss. As his tongue slid up and down around and inside her cunt in rhythm, his cock started trembling in Rose's grip, painfully growing harder with each stroke and strike of her hand along the stretched front his jeans. Rose's hips started bouncing against the rhythm of his tongue, almost taking all his breath away. Her breasts shaking under her tight denim crop made him crazy, as did the moaning sound that started coming out of her mouth. The pressure in Cory's genitals grew ever more painful with each bounce of her body that translated into a powerful grip around his penis. He couldn't scream in pain, neither moan in pleasure, silenced by Rose's dripping wet pussy against his mouth. When his own juices finally shot through his penis, it felt like his genitals would explode in a fireball. Still, Rose would neither release his penis, nor allow him to stop licking when his jeans turned wet and sticky from the loads she had squeezed out of him. Almost out of air, out of cum, and with Rose's hand still squeezing and playing with his sloppy, swollen penis, it felt like eternity until Rose came. She almost choked him at climax, burrying his face deep in her groin and screaming in pleasure. She left his face wet and sticky with her juices when she got up, finally releasing his crushed penis, too. "Good job", she sighed, pulling him back to his feet by his stiff vest, grinning at him. "You served me well, toughguy. A pitty I can't make much use of you any more." "Farewell, bitch", he just coughed. He thought of adding something more fancyful to this goodbye, maybe accusations, maybe pointless accusations, maybe just opffering total obedience for the rest of his live to her. But he was too exhausted, his genitals aching too terribly, so he just dropped down to his knees when she released him, bending over and hitting the dust with his face. "Farewell, toughguy", Rose responded, stepping on his ass as he lay face-down in the dirt. She pushed her stiletto deep into his ass, pulling his jeans along and stretching it awfully tight against his sensitive, injured genitals. "You'll miss me. Bye." "Bye", Cory added, listening to the clacking noise of her stilettos walking up to the car. He raised his face out of the dirt just high enough to watch his godess enter the car and drive off into the sunset. "Yeah", Cory mumbled, "I guess I'll miss you. Bitch." It was about time to start another new life.