Self Built Sports Car

Self-Built Sports Car

by Gail5443

Revenge can be both sweet and productive. My discovery began one Monday at work.

I had built a sports car on an MX5 chassis, and having completed it after many months, showed pictures of the finished car round the office. Sasha, my domineering, demanding boss who was in her 40's, athletic, trim, and with long dark hair saw the pictures. She must have been taken with the look of the car because she asked questions about where I drove it and did I race it? What are the other drivers like? She really had shown no interest in me except as someone to boss. At the end of her questions, she demanded a ride in this new car.

As I tried to think a subtle way of denying her this privilege an idea formed. "Ok" I sighed. "I'll pick you up on Saturday at your house. I will take you to the local racing circuit." I seemed to agree reluctantly to her demands.

Sasha as my boss never seemed shy about her body, as she wore open neck blouses and above the knee skirts at work, but her outfit when I arrived, showed that she was out to pick up a racing driver - a dark blouse opened her cleavage and a matching short skirt that was only made decent by black tights. She had on the highest heels I had seen outside the catwalk.

Getting in the car was a bit of a production. As she slid into the deep low seat, her skirt rode up confirming my impression she was wearing nothing under her tights. Sasha wriggled around lot to pull her skirt down. "I don't know what you think you are looking at. You should be looking away. And you should have a better way for a lady to get in!" she snapped. I explained that sports cars intended for racing had to have crash bars above hip height running along the sides to protect the people inside, so the doors have to be above that. She seemed mollified that it was a structural requirement rather than a way to get her to reveal her legs.

The next complication was the five point seat belt. I had already decided I would not hook up the belt running between her legs, but the other shoulder and lap belts provided a moment of decision. I showed her how to connect the belts to the central locking mechanism, but shoulder straps were a problem.

"Look I am going to have to be blunt here..." She looked a little surprised. "The seat belt needs to be tight. That means the shoulder straps have to be over your breasts or at the side. You will have to decide which is more comfortable when I pull the straps tight."

I put the shoulder strap ends into the locking point and pulled them tight. The straps compressed her breasts, making them spread a little on either side of each of the straps. She reached up and moved the straps to the side. As she let go, the straps settled back and pushed her breasts into a deep cleavage. She looked down and said with approval "I think this is the way I want to have them."

The trip to the track was quiet and uneventful. When we arrived at the track I parked in the competitor's area as I had signed up for track time on this members' practice day. While I went into the office to sign in, I could see Sasha unbuckling and extricating herself with the help of a passing male who she rewarded with a big smile. We watched cars go round the circuit as I explained some things she was uncertain about.

Soon she turned her attention to the nearby drivers who, as usual were attracted by a pretty face, and she liked the attention. She continued her flirting, asking

a couple of handsome drivers to take her around the track, but they declined.

"Why won't these men drive me around the track?" she demanded when she returned to me.

"It's about insurance. They can't take anyone they have not insured in their car onto the track, even for a demonstration run."

"Well, you brought me here so you must be insured. You take me!"

"That kind of insurance only applies to open roads. There is a different insurance for the race circuit."

"You brought me here. I demand a trip around the track. You owe it to me. Otherwise, I have wasted my time and you might find it difficult at work if you don't find a way to drive me around the track."

"OK. I will take the risk of driving you around." I had, of course, arranged insurance as soon as I knew I was taking her to the circuit. "But you have to agree to perform any dare I give you if you scream even once as we go around the circuit."

"That's silly."

"I'm taking a risk, so you need to take a risk too. It's my condition to take onto the circuit. Take the dare or be left out."

"Well... OK, I won't scream anyway."

Knowing her well from work, I got her to record this agreement on my phone. "This is absolutely unnecessary. I keep my word. And anyway, I won't be screaming at a little car tootling along a racetrack! All the others are going around just fine." But she did agree on record to perform any dare I gave her if she screamed while going around.

I put the top down as you really can't race with a soft top up. To get her ready, I got a helmet each for us from the boot. I got out both pairs of racing overalls for us to put on. And then I described how tight the seat belts need to be and then explained that she needs to put the fifth belt on. "What one is that?"

"That's the one that goes between your legs."

"Where is that?" I point to the short belt on the floor in front of her seat and told her it comes up to the central locking point and then everything is pulled tight. She sighed and got in and wiggled her way down into the seat while I passed her the shoulder and lap belts and hook them into the locking point. She, of course could not now reach the belt to run it through her legs.

"Let me help you" I offer.

"You are not getting anywhere near there!"

I shrug. "OK, but you are not getting on the track until it is fastened. It's the rules."

"Oh, go on then. But no funny business!" I reached between her feet to get the end of the belt and gently pull it through her slightly opened knees to clip it into the locking point. Then I pull all the straps snug. After checking the straps were straight, I gave one last tug to check, and she gave a tiny gasp of surprise. I smile, knowing that that anti-submarine strap pulls really tight into your groin.

There are several high-speed turns on this track, a hairpin, and a chicane at the end of a long straight. I made sure everything was set up for a fright. I took corners as fast as I could, braked as late as I possible at each turn and threw the car as violently as I could around the chicane and hairpin. There were a couple of passes I made of other cars where she reached out to the dash to brace herself, emitting a squeal each time.

She did scream. Several times. Loudly enough that I could hear her through the helmets and over the noise of the engine and tyres.

We parked in the competitors' space again and I switched off the engine. I unbuckled and got out of the car. As I removed my helmet, I realised she was still sitting without moving. I opened the door and hit the buckle release. This seemed to awaken her from her trance-like state. She reached up and removed her helmet showing she was pink with excitement. "That was wonderful! Such noise! Wind, engine, tyres - a real thrill!"

"Yes, I noticed you screaming several times" I said to her as we got out of the racing overalls. This revealed that she was pink all the way to her cleavage.

"That was from excitement, not fear" she replied indignantly.

"I'm not so sure about that. But it was screams, not just one. So, you still have to do the dare" I demanded.

"I tell you it was not from fear, but from excitement" she declared, stamping a high heeled foot.

"Still, it was a scream. We didn't agree on why you screamed, just that you did" I pointed out reasonably.

"You tricked me!"

"Not more than you do to people at work" I responded quietly.

With bad grace she said "OK. What is the dare?"

"You have to go back to town with your top off."

"No! I won't do that!"

"I think you will. I've got a number of pictures and some of you bending over for one of the drivers."

"Nothing happened!"

"Maybe not, but I will l spread rumour around that you bent over for a quickie with a racing driver and I have the picture."

"You wouldn't do that! Nothing happened anyway!"

"You can't count on that. You have seen how determined I am in my driving. I give no quarter. And now that I have you at a disadvantage, I'm not letting up. I think you realise that although nothing really happened, everyone at the office will be ready to believe anything bad about you."

"If I do this, you will delete the pictures immediately!"

"Yes, immediately we get you home."

She sighed. "I suppose I have to accept that. But you have to let me see you do it!"

"I want you to take your top off now."

"No. only when I get in the car to go home" she negotiated.

"OK." I didn't want to push her too far, thinking she might just get a lift with someone else instead.

"Drive away from here and stop in a quiet place. I'll take my top off then." That sounded reasonable and we did just that.

When I stopped. I turned toward her and said, "Now is the time to begin your dare." She reluctantly unbuckled as I already had. Almost as a tease, she slowly unbuttoned the blouse and pulled the tails out of her skirt. It turned out she was not wearing a bra. I had had little moments of suspicion, but her breasts were not large and so firm that it had been difficult to be certain.

I took the blouse from her and put it into the boot. I suppose she went along with the whole thing as the top and windows were up due to the cloudy conditions. But her whole attitude was one of angry resignation. I asked her to buckle up. At the first, she arranged the belts over her breasts, smiling at her little victory.

"No. you; have to have the belts the way they were when we came. That is how you liked it, so that's the way it has to be now."

"Oh. All right!" And she pushed the belts to the side which pushed her breasts in and the nipples forward. "Satisfied?"

"Yes, that will be fine." She looked down at herself and a small smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

A little later the sky cleared, and the sun warmed us even though I had opened the windows over her objections. I stopped the car and opened the top.

"You can't do that!"

"It's the only way to enjoy driving a sports car."

"It's far too exposed. I won't do it. I'll cover myself with my hands."

Without saying anything, I went to the boot and took out some things. I used the Velcro to tie her wrists to the door handle on one side and the seat belt anchor point on the other. "Now you will remain exposed, and enjoy the breeze against your skin."

She began swearing at me, as I took more pictures. "Right. Since you are being so difficult about this dare, your skirt is coming off."

"No! That's not part of the dare! You can't!"

"I can. And I will. You have humiliated me and others at work so much that this is my chance to get back at you! I'm not going to pass this chance up."

I unlocked the lap belts and unbuttoned and unzipped the fastening at the side of her skirt. She continued to struggle, bucking and kicking. I grabbed the waist band and used her bucking to pull skirt, tights and pants down to her knees all at once. Then I re-fastened the lap belts which left her freedom to kick only. I received a few bruises in this but felt it was worth it. She really did have a nice body.

She continued struggling and shouting, as I took some more pictures on my phone. I made sure to get her face in all of them except the close-ups. I picked up her things, including the ridiculous high heels and put them in the boot with her blouse.

I got in and drove off down country lanes where there was not much traffic. The warm air and sunshine calmed and relaxed her until a pickup came toward us. She ducked head, hoping no one would see her. I could see in mirror that the driver braked in disbelief at what he glimpsed. "See, it's not so bad. He didn't even notice you."

Sasha glared at me. "You are putting me at risk."

"Nobody knows you, you are completely anonymous" I teased.

"I want to go home! Now!"

"Ok." I turned onto the main road to town, taking it easy. Cars began to pass, some with older people in, showed disgust on their faces. Soon a car with a couple of young men passed. And then slowed up. The passenger turned around and the car slowed, I passed slowly. Then the other car pulled up alongside and began taking pictures. Sasha kept her head down so no one could ID her. A big truck was coming toward us, so I took off, leaving the boys far behind.

She began screaming at me to stop and let her out. So, I stopped when I could. I grabbed her hair and parted it on either side of the seat's head rest, braided and tied it behind the headrest. To duck her head down was so painful her head and face were always visible. All the time she is screaming and threatening me. As we were in the rest area, a couple trucks pulled in. Naturally, they investigated the row going on.

They gave out big whistles and exclamations. "Can we touch?"

"No!" she screamed.

I said "Yes," and the truckers took me at my word. They began by rubbing her breasts as she struggled to get away from their hands. One man captured a nipple and squeezed hard. She gasped in surprise and then screamed.

The other guy got in the driver's side and put his hand to her vagina. She began to try to buck to get him off. Of course, the lap belts resisted that. But it seemed to excite them both.

The first driver took his penis out and ejaculated over her breasts while the second continued to stimulate her vagina lips and clitoris. When he put his fingers inside, he quickly found her G spot. He soon had her writhing with pleasure toward a climax.

The first demanded a go at her. "I want to see if I can get my hand to her cervix." He slowly inserted all his fingers, teasing her clitoris with his thumb. All the time moving his hand in and out. Sasha seemed to be gaining a lot of pleasure from this. Suddenly, he withdrew his thumb from her clitoris, folded it into his palm and pushed his whole hand into her.,She screamed in surprise, and possibly pain, as her vagina closed around his wrist.,He continued to move his arm back and forth. With his other hand he resumed the stimulation of her clitoris.

The second came round to her side and tried to get his penis in her mouth. But he had to be satisfied with playing with her breasts, torturing her nipples, and occasionally moving to join with the other at her clit. The two of them brought her to a loud shuddering climax.

Then the second guy opened the door and climbed in. Standing on the sill and driver's seat, he got his dick at her mouth. He grabbed a nipple and pinched until she opened her mouth to scream, and shoved in. She tried to shake her head side to side but the tugging on her hair was too painful to persist. So, she remained still until he ejaculated. The semen flowed out of the corners of her mouth and down her neck.

While Sasha coughed and spat, the first said "Hey that's great. I have to do that too". And he did. More semen ran down her neck pooling in the hollows of her collar bones and on to the top of her breasts. She spat as much of the semen out as she could. It landed mostly on her belly.

I indicated to the men that they had provided enough of a show for my camera. They should go. "You should be quiet about this as I have emailed your registration plates to my home computer. If anything gets out, you will be done for rape. Don't even tell your mates about it." I took their phones to make sure they had not taken pictures. Once I was satisfied that they didn't have any pictures, I returned their phones.

"Ok. That's not really necessary, but we understand. Thanks for the good time." And they drove away.

Tears. Shouting. Swearing. I just got in and began to drive.

"You didn't really take pictures of that?" She asked in shocked tones, as she began to calm down.

"Oh yes. I need something to keep you from setting the police on me."

"You wouldn't send the pictures out though" she said with some returning confidence.

"Oh yes I would. I don't have any reason to be kind to you, just as you were unkind to me at work. Of course I did let you have an orgasm" I joked.

She begged me to let her clean up and get dressed.

"What do I get out of it?"

After a pause "I'll stay the night with you and do whatever you want within reason" she negotiated.

"So how do I keep you from just running away when you get dressed?"

"I won't. I promise" she pleaded.

"I don't trust you. Never did" I growled at her.

After a bit I said "OK. I will let you have the top, but not the skirt and pants. That way you won't be so likely to run away." I stopped and took out her blouse from boot. As a tease I also took out her shoes. I released one wrist and put it through the sleeve. I re-fastened wrist to the door. I took the Velcro off her other wrist for the other sleeve and when it was on her shoulder, fastened her wrist to the seat belt anchor point again.

She began complaining being uncomfortable this way, so I said, "If you don't be quiet, I will not button up the blouse." She shut up and I fastened her blouse.

"Where Can I clean up?"

"At home."

"You said I could clean up."

"Sure, but there is nowhere round here. So, you will just have dry in the breeze."

The rest of the trip back to my flat in the city she was quiet, icy quiet. Possibly planning how to punish me.

When I went into the underground garage at my building. Sasha screamed "You said I could clean up at home!"

"Yes. I just didn't say which home. And you did promise to spend the night with me."

She sagged back within the seat belts. "How will we get to your flat without being seen?"

"We will use the lift. You will just have to risk it." I parked near the lift and released her wrists from the Velcro holding one tightly. She hit the belt release and jumped from the car as quickly as she could. I looked at the wet area on the seat as she climbed out. "You have left quite a mark there. I will need to come down to record evidence of your excitement."

"Bastard! Get the rest of my clothes."

"I don't think so, not yet. But you can put your heels on."

I closed and locked the car before leading her to the lift.

The risk didn't pay off for her. The lift stopped on ground floor and a neighbour got on. She cowered behind me. I introduced her as my friend from work. She reached round and shook his hand. Unfortunately for her, we got off before him, so he got a flash of her bare bum and legs. He gave a low whistle as the door closed. For the first time she blushed almost crimson.

When we got into the flat, I could see the dried semen cracking and flaking off. I showed her where shower was and allowed her to clean up. I did not allow her to lock the bathroom door.

I took her blouse from her and taking the risk she wouldn't finish quickly, I went to get her clothes from car and put them in the washer. Delicate cycle as everything went in at once. After what seemed like almost an hour, she came out of the shower wrapped in towel. I lifted my phone and took another picture.

"Where are my clothes?" she demanded.

"In the wash. You won't need them now anyway. Let's see how clean you are".

"What do you mean?" she asked astonished.

"Take the towel off."

"You want me naked?"

"Yes." She clutched it tighter.

I reached out and whipped towel off and threw to the side. "Not a good attitude, disobeying orders."

She stood, hands on hips, defiantly. So, I took more pictures until she realised she was providing me with images that could be interpreted in unintended ways.

"Now that you have naked and at your mercy, what do you want?"