Driven
Martin Kane
A Delphi agency tale: a fun time is had in the back of a limo.


Author's note:

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I welcome any comments.

Copyright is mine.  If you do wish to use this tale elsewhere I ask 
you to please seek permission first.

Needless to say this story is purely a fiction and all characters 
contained herewith are merely the products of an overwrought 
imagination, not to mention an unfortunate quantity of truly bad 
B-movies.

As for the adult content warning... what else would you be expecting?


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It happened so quickly that Jonus didn't even realise there was trouble 
until the limo door shut behind him and the car took off, driving him 
away and into deep shit.

One minute he was walking through the grand arch of the Nova Hotel, the 
doorman (or doorwoman in this case) nodding politely, his bodyguard 
ever present at his shoulder, and then...

He'd seen a calf, a leg folded over another, a woman sitting in the 
back seat of his limo.  At first he thought there had been a mix up, 
that it was the wrong car sat outside.  But no, it was his limo.

The fact that the leg in question was trim - muscled even - suggested 
that some surprise had been planned for him.  It wouldn't be the first 
time he'd had a party in the back of the car.  Thank God leather wiped 
down so easily or he'd have had to replace the back seat upholstery a 
dozen times over.

But no, the woman in question was not a party favour.  He realised too 
late.  He bent to get into his limo and saw her properly for the first 
time.  She was suited, if a little short in the skirt; tailored black 
elegance; half caste skin; dark tidy hair; stainless steel briefcase 
besides her.  He recognised her.

'Shiii-'

As he turned to alert his bodyguard to trouble, he heard a snapping 
sound.  A rough hand shoved him into the car.

The suited woman inside grabbed him at the same moment and hauled him 
bodily into the back of the limo.  He was wrenched unceremoniously out 
of the way as a lifeless body was thrown inside, followed by the 
doorman from the hotel.  Or doorwoman in this case.

The limo was already moving as the door slammed and Jonus looked back 
at the heap that was his bodyguard.  The twisted angle of his head 
immediately told him what the snapping sound had been.

The doorwoman tossed off her cap and peeled off her jacket.

Jonus was reeling from the sudden attack, but not so much that the 
sight of her arms, revealed now as she tossed the stolen jacket aside 
didn't make his jaw drop.  She was a bodybuilder, with arms as thick 
and bulging as any man he'd ever seen.

The muscled woman fell upon him, those huge arms grasping for his 
shoulders.  She grabbed hold of him and lifted him up.  There was 
murder in her eyes, a glint of salacious evil.  Even had she not just 
murdered his personal bodyguard with ridiculous ease, he'd still fear 
this woman, just because of that look in her eyes - that effortless 
capacity for evil.

A command, low and authoritative from the first woman, and the muscle-
chick stayed her violence, though her eyes still burned with satanic 
fire.

Instead, she flipped down a seat that faced the back and sat him on it, 
as one would a child.  She then flipped down one beside it, sitting 
herself.

Jonus faced the suited woman, the broken corpse of his bodyguard 
between them.

'Mr Jonus,' the suited woman said.  'My name is Lisa Stone.  This is 
Julie.  I'm sure you remember me.'

'I remember,' he told her, his voice cold.  It was as much fear as 
fury, but his tone came out as bitter and vicious as callous murder.

And well should he recall their previous meeting.  Though threats to 
his life were frequent in his game, he tended to take them more 
seriously when backed up by example.

The example she had given him was to have overpowered his previous 
bodyguard, then to crush his hand.  She performed the act herself, 
throwing the man to the floor, despite the fact his was twice her 
(admittedly considerable) breadth.  She had placed his hand casually 
beneath the heel of her working shoes and then slowly ground it to 
pulp.

Now here she was, backed up by a muscle freak, with him trapped in the 
back of his own limo - his personal sanctuary.

'I see you decided to get a new bodyguard.'  She gestured to the 
corpse.  'I'll admit, I was intending to damage him, much like before.  
A demonstration if you will.  Unfortunately, my colleague here does 
tend to get a little over-zealous.'

The muscle bitch - Julie - smiled at him evilly.

Jonus shuddered in return.  He backed up, trying to edge away from her.

'Jewel, play nice.’

'What are you going to do?'

'Relax,' Lisa told him.  'This is just a warning.  It's your last 
warning, but a warning nonetheless.  If our brief was to take you out, 
rest assured we wouldn't be talking right now.  You'd already be dead 
and we'd already have fulfilled our contract.'

'But I've been good,' Jonus insisted, 'I've played by the rules, I've 
done everything by the book.'

Without a word, Julie reached into a pocket sewn into her jeans.  She 
removed a pair on industrial looking pliers, the size and strength of 
her forearm.  She gave him another of those evil smiles.

Jonus began to quake, literally breaking into an attack of shaking.

'Do you want to keep that story?' Lisa asked.  'Or do you want to keep 
your teeth?'

'I want to keep my teeth.'

Lisa lifted the stainless steel briefcase onto her lap.  She clicked it 
open and took out a plain sheet of paper.  It was blank except for one 
line: a number, sixteen digits long.

She gave it to him.  As he took it, his hand was shaking.  The teeth 
thing might just be a bluff but he was certainly prepared to believe them.

He read the page.  He swore.  His heart sank.  He was fucked.

He made no resistance as Lisa took the page back from him and placed it 
into her briefcase.  She closed it and placed it by her feet.  She 
brushed a hand across her skirt, smoothing out non-existent ruffles.

The silence was cut by a dull thud, Julie slamming the pliers together 
with an almost childlike hopeful expression.

'I take it that you do recognise that number?'

He nodded.

'Do you wish to make any further token displays of innocence?'

He shook his head.

'Good.  Now, I'll just say this.  What's between you and your employers 
is no concern of mine.  We were hired to keep track of certain 
transactions and to monitor discrepancies.  Regretfully we do not have 
carte blanche to deal with such matters as we see fit.  If we did, this 
wouldn't be a warning.  We wouldn't be having a conversation.  If it 
were up to me, right now you would be nothing more that a rather 
unpleasant looking piece of meat, lying in an evidence locker.

'But that's beside the point.  How others run their affairs is not my 
concern.  I'm here only to give you a warning.  That warning is for you 
to sort your accounts out and to keep yourself off the crooked path.'

'I will I swear...'

'Save it.  I don't believe you, nor do I care.  I'll finish with this 
unpleasant business and then I'll leave you to your own devices.  What 
you do from then will no longer affect me, and I'll be glad to be shot 
of you.  You're someone else's problem from that point onward.'

She nodded to Julie who finally put the pliers down, lying them on the 
bodyguard's chest.

'Come, sit next to me,' Lisa said, patting the leather beside her.

The long backseat could easily take another body, but he was reluctant 
to be anywhere near the vicious bitch.  However it wasn't as though he 
had any choice but to comply.

He sat besides her, feeling decidedly uncomfortable.  She edged herself 
sideways, cosying up next to him.  He felt the heat of her thigh press 
against him, the toned flesh firm.

She put an arm around him resting it on his shoulders.  He felt the 
thickness of it even through the suit jacket.  Jesus, another freaky 
muscle-bimbo.  What the hell was wrong with the world today?  Didn't 
women know their place anymore?

Lisa pressed a switch on her armrest.  The divider that separated them 
in their little compartment from the driver at the front, began to 
slide gently down.

Its motion caught Jonus' attention - a black sheet of glass.  But now 
he noticed something amiss.  As the plain slid downwards, he saw the 
top.  What should have been a smooth, ground arc, to close gracefully 
snug against the ceiling and seal them in, was jagged and sharp.

The top of the sheet had been broken, all the way along, leaving a 
lethal blade.  It had been Julie with her pliers he guessed, 
systematically snapping off chunks until the entire length had been 
turned into a razor.

It also made him think of his driver.  He had presumed that the man had 
fallen prey to a similar fate as had the bodyguard.  Now he found out 
the truth.  The slumped form of his driver sat in the passenger seat.  
His hat and coat had been stolen and was now worn by the woman driving.  
He guessed that it was a woman due to the long brown ponytail hanging 
down, even though the span of her shoulders was excessively broad.  He 
was beginning to realise that that didn't necessarily discount it being 
a woman.  Another broad broad, he concluded.

Julie reached through the gap, grabbing the driver and half dragging 
him through.  She turned him over, lifting the man's head so he faced 
them.  He was apparently unconscious rather than dead, though Jonus had 
a horrible suspicion that wouldn't last for very long.

As if to confirm the worst, Julie held his head up, careful to line it 
up over the jagged gap.

'Please, don't do this,' he murmured, unable to drag his eyes away.

Lisa clicked the switch and the black glass slid smoothly upwards.  The 
jagged edge eased gently into the flabby flesh of his neck and chin, 
lifting his head up.  She stopped the glass halfway up, trapping his 
head in the gap, the glass slicing neatly to the bone, his weight 
resting on his jaw.

He didn't even twitch, but a soft ragged breathing proved he was still 
alive.

'Why?'

'An example,' Lisa told him.  She clicked the switch and the glass slid 
up.  But it was just for a moment, and only jammed him further into the 
trap.

Jonus leapt forward anyway, believing the man's gory death was at hand.  
He didn't get far.  As soon as his muscles twitched, Lisa's arm about 
his shoulders clamped down, holding him fast in the seat, her muscles 
flexing hard.

Jonus found himself clamped down hard in the seat, an iron bar keeping 
him in place.  A biceps muscle the size and density of a cannonball was 
biting into the back of his neck.  So powerful - unlike anything he'd 
ever experienced.  It felt as though, were she to hug him she would 
crush him without even realising it.

Julie reached up and grasped the driver's face, jiggling his pinned 
chin.  Blood ran down the window as she did this, his head like a 
sacrificial prize.

'Jesus Sarah,' she said, 'you must have really smacked this guy, he's 
totally out of it.'

The driver, a soft female voice, answered.  'I was told to knock him 
out cold.  He's out cold, what's the issue?'

'Look, I know I screwed up,' Jonus spluttered.  'I know you're here to 
scare me, and I can assure you that you've done your job.  I'll sort 
out all the problems, I'll speak to the man and smooth everything out.  
The warning is taken, I get it, honestly I do.  You can let it go now, 
I swear you've made your point.'

Lisa tightened her arm suddenly, wrapping it around his throat, 
squeezing hard and cutting off his air.  The cannonball threatened to 
squish his neck, only a hair's breadth from snuffing out his pathetic 
life.


'What was that?' she asked, quite casually, as though she wasn't 
throttling him with a single arm.

Needless to say he didn't answer, only able to utter a few gurgling 
rasps.

'Oh, you were finished?  Then I'll just say that what you do now is 
irrelevant, what you say now is irrelevant.  You don't get to tell me 
what to do or when it's enough.  I'll tell you when it's enough, I'll 
tell you when I'm done.  If I want to tear a man's face off, then 
you'll sit there and fucking watch and clap when it's over.  You think 
you can stop me, you're willing to fucking try.'

Jonus made a feeble gagging sound, his flailing arms thumping weakly 
against her chest, a pathetic and hopeless attempt to escape.

She released him and he grasped his tortured throat, taking great 
painful breaths.

Lisa watched him a few moments as he attempted to regain his composure.

'Now its hard to threaten a man when you already admitted to him that 
you've not been authorised to kill him.  But your friend there with the 
detachable face?  Him I can kill quite happily.  But despite a few 
token protests, that wouldn't really bother you too much.  It's hardly 
personal after all, he's just a guy who drives you around.  You 
probably don't even know his first name.'

Jonus muttered something, probably a response, possibly even the 
driver's name, contradicting her.  It was too low to hear however, and 
she didn't honestly care one way of the other anyway.

'But I can leave you with a little reminder,' she said.

At that, she began to peel off the suit jacket, taking the suit 
shoulders off of her own round and mighty shoulders and sliding the 
sleeves down her arms.

Jonus was still gasping for breath but was nonetheless shocked by the 
sight.  Why he should be so shocked was a little strange.  After all, 
the other two women involved in this assault had proven to be of 
exceptional musculature.  And he had evidence of Lisa's indomitable 
strength.  When she had overpowered his previous bodyguard, she'd done 
so with ridiculous ease.

Even with the intimate embrace, feeling exactly how large and powerful 
those arms were, it was still a humbling experience to see them - 
swollen huge and hard.  She flexed a biceps muscle that made his own 
arm look about as thick as a pencil in comparison.

'Oh holy fuck.'

'Quite,' she agreed.

She took his hand in her own, noticing with some satisfaction that he 
was shaking again.  She raised one flexed arm, the mammoth peak leaving 
only the tiniest gap between the hard flesh of that solid curve and the 
inside of her forearm.  Should someone get a hand trapped in that gap, 
they'd risk having it crushed flat.

Lisa took his hand and pressed it flat onto the curve of her huge peak.  
She slid it down the hill, his little finger pressed into the crook of 
her elbow.  Then she squeezed the forearm up and in, trapping his hand 
between the rock and the hard place.

She dropped her free hand back to the armrest, leaving his hand pinned 
against her bicep.

'OK, what we have here is a kind of torture scenario.  On the one hand, 
I can flex a finger,' she did so, as though to demonstrate.  The black 
glass blade whirred, cutting further up into the driver's flesh.  It 
was only for the barest moment but it sent fresh rivulets of blood down 
the glass.

Julie wrapped her fingers into his hair, jiggling his head as best she 
could with it clamped so tight.

‘Or I can flex my whole arm.'

Jonus yelled out in pain as the vice holding his hand in place 
tightened suddenly.  Her bicep relaxed again but she still held his 
hand trapped.

'Decision time.  You want me to cease flexing this muscle.'  She gave 
him another squeeze, grinding the bones in his hand together.  '...then 
I'm going to flex this one instead.'

Her other hand clicked the switch shortening the driver's living space 
by another fraction of an inch.

'It's down to you,' Lisa told him and then began to squeeze in earnest.

Pain like no other he had even known fired rivets up his arm.  He tried 
to pull his hand free but it was trapped fast.  It felt as though his 
joints were popping, that she was crush him to a pancake.  She seemed 
willing to do so and more than capable.

It didn't take him long to give in, yelling though the agony, 'OK, OK, 
please stop.'

The vice relaxed again.  This time she actually opened her arm, letting 
him withdraw his crumpled hand from within the crook of her elbow.

Lisa gave an almost imperceptible nod and Julie grinned back.

Julie's hand was still on the top of the driver's head, her fingers 
laced tightly into his hair.  She tightened her grip, clawing her 
fingers against his skull.  Then she yanked his head, ripping it down 
and forward.

It was a surprisingly neat job, the broken glass sharp enough to make 
the sever clean.  His head ripped off on her first attempt, her bicep 
flexing obscenely as she did it.

Whether by fortune or design, the decapitated head spun onto Jonus' 
lap, the dying eyes looking up accusatory at him.

He shrieked, bucking in horror, sending the head flying once more.

Julie caught it, as though it were a basketball.  She turned the head 
to face her, Shakespeare style.  The pose flexed her arm again, her 
bicep swelling to a size that almost matched the head.

'Alas poor Yorick,' she quoted theatrically.  'I knew him, Horatio; a 
fellow of infinite jest.'

Lisa smiled.  Jonus looked as though he would faint.  A giggle was 
heard from the driver.

'OK, Sarah, we're done here,' Lisa said, calling to the front.

The driver held up an OK thumb.

The limo pulled presently into an underground car park.  Quiet and 
dark.

They found a dark corner and stopped but left the engine running.  This 
wouldn't take long.

Julie grabbed the scared Jonus by a fist-full of shirt, opening the 
limo and dragging him out after her.  She pulled him down onto his 
knees.

He looked up at her was wide beseeching eyes.

'Please, don't hurt...'

She cut him off with a downward punch, smacking her fist into his 
skull.  He went down - completely out.  She had pulled her punch so 
that the blow didn't break bone, but it was still mighty - enough to 
ensure he would wake up anytime soon.

Lisa lent out and hauled the bodyguard out the door.  Julie caught hold 
of him and laid him besides the unconscious boss.  She then opened the 
passenger side door to retrieve the headless corpse of the driver.

As she hauled him out, a squirt of blood jetted from the ragged neck.

She squealed like a girl and dropped him.

Sarah sat in the driver's seat, laughing at her colleague.

'Oh, fuck you bitch,' Julie responded, but it was in good humour.

Keeping her body to the side, she dragged the driver out and lay him 
with the others.

Lisa tossed her the head and she positioned it carefully to face the 
unconscious Jonus, nose to nose.

'You are evil,' Lisa told her as she climbed back into the limo.

Sarah shrugged.  'Just making sure he remembers everything when he 
wakes up.'

'The way you smacked him, I'll be amazed if he can even remember his 
own name.'

They left the bodies there, Julie pulling out a hankie and doing her 
best to clean off the blood that had sprayed on her.

The limo drove off, abandoning the car park and headed down the street.

'So what now?' Julie asked.

'We've got to get this limo to Joe's Lot.'

'We've got all morning,' Sarah protested.  'How often do we get to play 
with a limo?'

Lisa smiled, despite herself.  'Oh OK,' she agreed, easily persuaded.

They drove off through the city.