Chapitre 99: From Gala to Captivity -97
Tony was rather dissatisfied that Alexandra Ricci hadn't agreed to be his plus one last night. Sure, he had enjoyed the taste of Blondie, but she couldn't compare with Ricci in looks, not by a long shot.
He didn't blame her for turning down his invitation; if anyone was at fault, it was him for not thinking about inviting her sooner. It would have made the event far more enjoyable with a bird like her at his arm.
However, he did know that his birds all liked to dress smartly for him, and he always enjoyed throwing their dresses to the floor. So, he could see why she turned him down on so short notice.
Thankfully, he would no doubt have plenty of more changes to taste her in the future. Having just successfully closed a big deal he had decided to go by her place and talk about the delivery of the new and improved quinjet, or Starkjet as it would be called.
He had finally finished it; now it just needed to be approved by the FAA, and then it could take to the skies. He had honestly wanted to try it out already, but Pepper would hear it. Saying that it was too risky and too dangerous.
She clearly didn't understand his genius; how could something he built not be safe? He was certain that Ricci wouldn't be afraid, and maybe he could take theirs for a spin. After all, they wouldn't care about the FAA, whom even his name could only quicken so much.
Even though he hadn't called ahead to forewarn his arrival he was still welcomed by the small army of sexy maids that his old pal Ricci kept by his side. Though with him dead, these girls must be oh so lonely. He would have to buy them and a bigger house, too.
"Welcome, Master Stark; we weren't aware that you would be visiting today." One of them said and bowed.
"Please, no need for all that Master Stark nonsense; call me Master Tony instead." He said as he hugged two of them.
"Now lead me to your mistress, I have someone to discuss with her."
With that, he was led through the mansion while enjoying the feeling of their bare bottoms on his hands. Naughty girls, not wearing any underwear under those skimpy dresses. Pepper would probably be furious at how much he would be spending today.
He was led out to the pool area, which was nice and warm today. The water glinted in the sunlight, a pretty sight indeed, though it would be even more so with a few naked babes in the water.
"So, where is she at?" He asked as he didn't see her anywhere.
Yet, before the maids had a chance to answer, the water suddenly broke, and someone surfaced from it. Tony watched on as Alexandra Ricci, in all her glory, rose out of the water.
Tony watched on, completely spellbound, as she slowly climbed out of the pool. The crystal clear water dropped, shining like diamonds as it ran down her body.
And what a body it was; even better, it was completely bare; not a single article of clothes stood between his eyes and the object of his admiration.
Her chest was firm and round, yet not too big; the perfect size for him to squeeze. With each step she took, her breasts bounced slightly, flicking off drops of water from those very biteable nipples.
As she continued out of the water, he couldn't help but lick his lips as her wide hips breached the surface. As she was clean-shaven without even the shadow of a hair on her entire body, except her head.
As she stepped up, her legs spread apart just enough that he got the tiniest glimpse of her slit. A teasing sight that left any man short of breath and wanting more. Next came her legs, long, smooth legs, which looked like they belonged on a catwalk or wrapped around his waist rather than on a crime lord.
Once outside the pool, she shook her head, her long, wavy blond hair flung from side to side, and the last remnants of water flew off, and Tony was gifted with a wonderful sight. Her tits swayed and bounced with each move.
A maid rushed up and handed her a pair of sunglasses. Personally, Tony felt it was a shame to hide away her eyes, those clear blue jewels, how he wished to see as they lost that sharp focus as she drowned in the pleasure he could give her.
"I hope you will excuse my lack of proper attire, Tony; I didn't expect quests today." She said with a voice like honey.
"No problem at all, my dear; I did come unannounced after all. I wanted to apologize for the short notice of my invitation yesterday, yet I didn't expect that you were this short of clothing." Tony joked and flirted lightly with her as he continued to greedily stare at her body.
Alexandra let out a pleasant bell-like giggle and moved closer to him. Close enough that he could smell the wonderful flowery scent of her hair.
He hadn't noticed until now, but she was a tall woman, almost as tall as him, and she was barefooted at that.
"Yes, as you can see, I truly didn't have any dress to wear for the gala." She joked and then gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before walking past him and heading over to a sun lounger.
Tony, being a playboy himself, didn't get flustered over something like a teasing kiss like that and just happily accepted it.
What did leave him slightly speechless was the sight of her naked ass as she walked past him. He couldn't quite decide if he liked her front or backside the most.
Her ass was as meaty as it could be, her hips having just enough to grip onto. He felt his hand tingle as she walked that ass right past him. Every bit of his playboy self wanted him to give it a light smack and truly see it jiggle.
"You must be here to discuss business, so shall we?" She asked as she lay down on the lounger.
Tony wanted to say something, but the sight of her laying there, with one leg bent at the knee, allowed him a perfectly clear sight of her pussy, still going from the water and shining in the sunlight, begging him to explore it.
He swallowed his words and sat down on a lounger, but he couldn't help but feel his pants grow tight and his dick push against the fabric.
"Well, I've been working on that jet of yours, or your brother's at least. I promised him a better version once I got around to making one." He finally managed to speak, even as his eyes remained glued to the area between her legs.
"And you have?" She asked.
"Yes, it has taken time, but I've been able to build the prototype, and I'm confident in it. I figure you might want to give it a test spin," he said, dearly wishing to take her for a spin right now.
In response to his words, Alexandra shifted in her seat. This action only made the tightness in his pants all the more unbearable.
"And what did you have in mind, for what you wanted in exchange?" She asked, surely noticed the bulge in his pants and further teased him with the sight of her tantalizing pussy.
Tony had originally not planned to ask for anything in return; he had done it to return a favor with the now-deceased Alexander Ricci. Yet, he was sure she didn't know that, and she seemed to hit at what she wanted him to ask for.
Which just happened to be what the stiffness in his pants wanted as well.
Licking his lips. he finally looked up from her pussy, slowing down slightly as his eyes passed over her breasts. "Well, dear, I seemed to have a slight problem here." He motioned towards the tent in his pants.
"Oh, is that so, do you want me to take a look at it? It might be broken after all." Alexandra asked and then stood up from her seat and approached him.
She leaned forward, so her breasts hung down right in front of his face.
"Well, it does need some serious looking at," he said, barely managing to tear his eyes away from her jiggling chest.
"Then let's get to work." She said and knelt before him, reaching forward to unbuckle his pants.
Her face was right in front of his crotch, and the sight was truly one that he wouldn't forget.
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Yet it wasn't the sound of his zipper being undone that came next. Nor did the sight of this goddess of crime using her mouth to please him rather than command her army of underlings.
Instead, what greeted Tony was a pain in his chest and pretty much everywhere else as well, but mostly his chest. The pain and confusion were what greeted him as he woke up far away from the luxurious beds he was used to.
As he tried to clear his eyes, he felt something on his nose. He pulled at it, groaned aloud, and pulled out a nasal cannula. He shuddered at the feeling and looked around.
The place was covered with white tarps hanging on ropes around the medical bed he was on. More white tarps covered the floors. All around him was medical equipment with some attached to him or like the nasal cannula, had been.
He couldn't help but groan as he went from such a pleasant dream to this incredibly uncomfortable nightmare. Or at least he had hoped it was a nightmare, except the pain he felt made that a fleeting dream.
Knowing he was in a pretty bad spot, Tony tried to get up, only for one of the tarps to be pushed aside and a man in a semi-dirty doctor's outfit come rushing to his side.
"Please calm down, Mr stark; you shouldn't be moving about; you are still in a pretty bad state." He said as he pushed Tony back down.
"Let go of me; what is this? Who are you?" Tony struggled and finally noticed a thick cord running from a dirty car battery to under the patient's gown.
As he moved to tug at it, the doctor quickly stopped him while another voice came from the other side. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Tony looked around to find a man, one who looked dirtier and less well cared for then the doctor, wearing a suit which clearly had seen better days.
"Mr Stark, as your doctor I must advise you to remain still and try and get some rest." The doctor said before looking off to the side. "Because you might not be able to get must rest soon."
Tony's mind raced, piecing together the fragments of his memory—the gala, the desert convoy, the explosion. Reality crashed down on him. "No! Answer me, what is happening here." He insisted. Now that he remembered the attack, he feared for the worst.
Sighing, the doctor asked. "What is the last thing you remember?"
Groaning in pain, Tony tried to hide his fear with some humor. "The last I remember is being about to get a blowjob from a stunning woman."
However, the two other men clearly didn't find it amusing. The one in the suit scuffed while the doctor sighed again.
"Please, Mr Stark, be serious. Do you remember what happened? Or are you really suffering from amnesia?"
"Fine, fine, I remember the attack, a bomb with my fucking name on it, then pain." He explained.
The man in a suit then explained everything in a bit more detail. "You were caught in an ambush. Your convoy was targeted, and from what we gathered, you've sustained quite a few injuries. But the most pressing concern," he paused, glancing at the contraption hooked up to Tony, "is the shrapnel lodged near your heart."
Tony's eyes widened in disbelief, his gaze darting down to the grotesque setup running from the car battery, then back to the man's stern face. The absurdity of the situation clashed with the pain throbbing through his chest, making the nightmare all too real.
The doctor interjected, his voice a mix of professionalism and urgency. "The shrapnel is dangerously close to your heart. We've managed to stabilize you, but it's a temporary solution." He pointed to the makeshift device. "This electromagnet keeps the shrapnel from entering your heart. It's crude, but it's what's keeping you alive."
Tony's mind raced, trying to piece together how a night of grandeur had spiraled into this dire predicament. The realization that his life now hung by a thread, maintained by a car battery and a jury-rigged electromagnet, was a sobering thought. Yet, his innate resilience and knack for survival began to kick in.
"Who did this?" Tony's voice was hoarse, but the determination was palpable. "And why am I still alive?"
This time, the doctor hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Well, the ones who did that would be our hosts who claim to be part of the 10 Rings; I guess you have heard of those?"
Tony nodded; he had very much heard of this group of terrorists who were turning Asia upside down these days.
"As to why you are alive? I guess they want something from you, same as why we are alive." The doctor continued and motioned to the suited man.
"I suggest you do as Conner said, rest; once they learn you have woken up, they won't give you another chance like this." The man in a suit said while also letting the Doctor's name slip, allowing Tony to know at least one of their names.
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