~Subject: Max's Cafe #5 nc.........................
~From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com(Richard Fischer)
~Date: 31 Dec 1995 15:43:27 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


This is another story from my imagination. If you do not 
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next 
posting.

If you are under age or immature forget the following.


If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ... 
ETC then go on to the next posting.


              You have been warned!!!
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                       Max's Cafe # 5
                        by Paladin
 Old George flung open the door and woke up little Sara. She 
looked fine. Georges old pecker, only recently drained, stiffened 
again at the sight. Small tits and small everything. She looked 
at him from her placed, chained in the room and said,

"Max finds you in here old man he'll cut off those puny balls."

"Get down on your knees and blow me bitch. I don't care nothing 
bout Max. It's sucking I done come for." George said dropping his 
pants and dragging Sara off the bed. 

He seated himself, comfortably using her pillow under his flat old 
ass cheeks, on her bed and forced her to a position between his 
knees. He grabbed her hair and started to use her face like a fuck 
toy.

Sara was use to this treatment from Max. <Why had she forced 
Bruce to stop here...glu....g...>

Geroge was almost gentle with her, compared to Max, but their 
was the stink of a pussy on his organ. The dirty fucker was 
disgusting. Max usually used her exclusively himself when their 
were no customers. <Had George done away with Max???> She 
hopped.. <maybe she and Bruce could get away now. George was not 
as smart as...>

"I see what Max done told me is true. You'll be a frigid cunt. 
Why he told me when you open your pretty legs and the heater 
come on. ahhahahahhhhh." George said as he urged her to greater 
effort by the twisting of her studded ears.

"Where is that coat hanger he told me you like soo much? Seems 
like he said you need a little warming up, before you get into 
the spirit of things." 

Sara's blood ran cold. Her tits still ached at the very thought 
of the pimp whip... She whirled her tongue around the filthy pud. 
She swabbed the piss hole and fucked the stupid thing into her 
throat. Anything to get him off before he finds the wire Max used 
to train her. ANYTHING.....

As the bitter tasting goo spirited on her lapping tongue she 
relaxed and heard, 

"GEORGE YOU OLD PECKER HEAD GET DOWN HERE. WE GOT CUSTOMERS!! YOU 
AIN'T DONE YET... TOO FUCKING BAD..." Max bellowed.

George looked down at his shrinking pecker and nodded to Sara.

She sighed and kissed his balls. Then she said the obligatory, 

"Thank you for the sweet tasting cum. I loved it. You be sure 
to come back and ask for me and my mouth pussy. YA Hear."

She hated it. She resisted till the night Max instilled the 
lesson on her tits and slit. Now she knew a whore had to 
complement the patrons to get by here. Max's business demanded 
it, and she was just one of the fixtures, now.

George fastened up his pants. He patted her on her head and said,

"Keep them lips puckered up for me bitch. Max done gave me them 
for the duration." He hastened out of the room to do his masters 
bidding. <She done good but I get me a coat hanger next time. 
Really put her through her paces then...> George thought.

...............................................

"Lookie there you recognize that rig George?" Max inquired as 
they viewed, on a surveillance screen, a huge chrome truck pull up 
to their door. 

"Must be Buck and Wilma's rig. Seems like they done got more 
chrome since they's here last." George speculated. "Wonder what 
they want? Sure ain't the fine food we got here, and that Wilma 
keeps old Buck on a tight leash."

"Where be that stinking greaser cook."  Max then demanded "Lazy 
stinking greaser. Should make Bruce cook.... Na make too much 
off'n his ass way it is, but we got to get another cook."

The door opened and a blast of hot air fought the air 
conditioning inside the darkened bar.

A huge man and an amazonian woman entered. Leather clad, every inch 
of them. Covered with chrome buckles and sprouting a pair of 
handcuffs each.

"Buck, you old shit. How the hell are ya? And Wilma... when you 
going to leave that old dick head and come work for me?" Max 
demanded of the new comers.

"Get me a tequila and she'll have a beer." Buck demanded.

"Beer shit give me a tequila sunrise." Wilma demanded.

Buck took his drink and swallowed it in one gulp. Max pored 
another and that too disappeared into the 'beer' belly on Buck.

After half of the third, Buck smiled and began, "I ... that is 
Wilma and I got something to trade. So I thunk o' my old friend 
Max... He always be on the look out for 'talent'. So I.. we 
drove clear on over here to give you pick of the litter."

"Well I got a lot of stuff right now and well..." Max began.

"Come on, I told you this old fool was too stupid to do a deal with. 
Martinia..." Wilma began.

"Martina...Mar...You'd deal with that thieving mex bandit?? Why 
he'll rob you blind.. I do the best deals in this here town and I 
be a good old boy to boot. You can count on me... You know that 
Buck.. Wilma I'm hurt you'd mention that mex in my place.. I done 
thought we was buddies... What trade goods we thinking bout 
anyway?" Max demanded with a whipped pup face peaking out from 
his shaggy unkempt hair covering.

"Well you see we was just going along. Minding our own business. 
When these here teens in a 'vertable come up on us and started to 
be ... annoying." Buck began.

"Bunch of teenie boppers. Cheer leaders fresh from some win at 
some shitty community college or something." Wilma interjected.

"Yea'" Buck went on after downing the fourth drink. "Well you 
see they was trying to pass on this here little old curve and 
that kinda of pissed me off.. Wilma too."

"Ya and they was shooting us the finger so I done reached down 
and got old Betsy." Buck said, "And I done convinced then to pull 
over. Hard to drive less a rear tire, or two."

"Well Wilma, she was driving, wheeled the old truck over and I 
done got out to show um the error of their ways." 

"Liked to busted his britches, he did, when he seen the crop of 
young titties them bitches done raised." Wilma added disgusted 
like.

"Well you know I 'preciate a fine titted frame now and then," then 
seeing her stair Buck hastily added, "course none of um are in 
your class honey."

"We done thunk to put the fear of god in them bitches. So right 
cold like...I says, 'Hands up!', with old Betsy starring their 
dumb asses down."

"Lucky none of um said 'BOO'. Old fool would of peeded his 
pants." Wilma said and took a sip of her drink as Buck glared at 
her.

"Shit I done...." Buck began to argue.

"Lookie here folks. I got a business to run. You was going to 
tell me of this trading material you got. Preferably afore my beard 
grows so long I trip over the sucker." Mas demanded in an attempt 
to hurry up Bucks long winded tail.

"See I done old ya... We go down south and Mar..." Wilma began.

"Tarnation woman, be you part mex? I don't even know what we 
talking bout and you wants to go south. Buck... You and me go way 
back here and I be hurt you let her talk like that to me." Max.

"You're right!" Buck said and he leaned over and slapped Wilma 
down off her bar stool. "Bitch gettin..."

BLAM 

Wilma shot Buck in the back as he turned to go on with his tale.

Annoyed Buck turned and advanced upon the now scrambling leather 
clad woman.

BLAM  ....  BLAM .... BLAM BLAM BLAM

Wilma emptied her .357 into her former mate. 

Buck still reached her and managed to strangle her before 
expiring.

Max had stopped George from interfering in the 'family dispute'.

"Plumb terrible what people do. Ain't it." Max observed. "George 
go get his keys and lets see what they wanted to trade."

"Shouldn't we go get Walt to take care of this?" George asked.

"Think a minute you dumb fuck. If they's got something illegal in 
that there rig of their'n it would plumb sully their fine 
sterling reputation. We better look it over first. After all, You 
done heard him say, they done come here to give us pick of the 
litter." Max eulogized over his fallen friends.

"Yea guess you're right." George observed going through Bucks 
pockets. "Plumb shame she done ventilated this here fine leather 
vest, course the pants is fine." George looked up and asked, 
"Think he'd mind if I took um?"

'You know.. we could take up out back and hold little private 
service. Just you, me, and their closest friends." Max observed 
with a beer bottle in his fist. "You know that leather cat suit 
or her'n be right comely on the red headed beaver ... when she 
needs duds. Yea I think that's what we do. Help me strip un and 
drag um in the freezer till closing time. Yea then we go see 
what them crazy truckers done brought to trade."

The task accomplished Max drove the huge truck to the back of the 
bar and he opened the large door.

"UNNNN UNNN NNNNNN" greeted he and George from the dark interior 
of the cargo box.

"Shit... George go get me a light. smell like something done died 
in here." Max demanded.

George returned with a light and then he too climbed into the 
cargo box of the truck. Their was a sporty car (some what the 
worse for the two flat tires and some dents and scratches) and 
chained in front of the care were three naked females. Their 
necks were connected to a chain fastened to each side of the box's 
cross members.

They too were somewhat the worse for their ordeal. A leather gag 
was padlocked in each mouth, effectively silencing the hapless 
females in their boiling stifling prison.

"Now don't that beet all. Old Buck and Wilma up and dieing and 
leaving these 'trade goods' on our door?" Max observed as he 
sought to undo the locks with the key ring they had found on old 
Buck.

It was hotter than blazes in that box but to save them wilted 
souls Max and George endured till the securing chain was undone.

"Now come on girls we gots to get you little heinies out of here 
'fore you'll melt." Max observed holding the end of the chain and 
leading the stumbling nude captives to the light.

The captives, after being roasted in the box for most of the day 
did not object. Then covered their treasures with their hands as 
best they could and limped toward the light. The paused at the 
drop off the back of the box but Max jumped down and slowly 
pulled the now reluctant females out and onto the ground.

"UUUFNFNNENNN" they tried to draw his attention to the gags and 
the chain around their necks.

"Yea well lets get you'll inside afore you burn to a crisp in 
this here sun light." Max said and he advanced into the bars rear 
door with the chain end still firmly rapped around his right 
hand.

<Lordie... the tittie fairy done brought me the mother load 
today. All right so they is all black beavered, still they be real 
good trading stuff with the mex Martinia.> went through Max's 
mind.

More to come.........