The Ascension of Handsome Jack (Pazzo x Xanapha) (Borderlands, Action Adventure)

Harold Tassiter vigorously rubbed his wrinkled hands under the warm water of his gold cast bathroom sink, and squinted at his reflection in the highly polished platinum mirror.... His glasses clung to his face cruelly, giving his already hawkish face an evil, haughty appearance...

The CEO of Hyperion grumbled something under his breath as he turned off the ornate faucet, and dried his hands on a gaudy, plush crimson towel emblazoned with the Hyperion Logo on it...
He tossed the towel into the trash... Harold could always have the slave labor camps on Pandora make thousands more... After all he was doing that rabble population a service, giving their lives purpose and the honor of serving his needs... Everyone should be so lucky...

The Gaunt Chief Executive officer quickly whirled on his highly polished designer dress shoes, and entered his lavishly furnished office to continue his latest scheme... only to stop dead in his tracks upon the crimson rug leading to his personal restroom...

There was a gorgeous woman in a dirty looking cowboy style hat, lounging in a very sexy position on his heavy mahogany desk, with her
magnificent legs crossed, her back arched, thrusting her shapely chest outward as she rest upon her arms...

His favorite black leather high tech backed chair was turned around, and facing away from him..
Harold's normally squinty eyes shot open, and his nostrils flared angrily... "Who in the hell are you? And get off that desk now!!! SECURITY!!!!" The skinny corporate man yelled at the top of his lungs... But no one came...

The big leather chair suddenly spun around, and seated upon it was his second in command... Someone who should have been dead, yet sat there with a smug look on his face, about to light one of his priceless Cuban cigars, imported all the way from Terra... Harold Fumed, and took an angry step toward His Vice President Jack... Only to stop dead in his tracks again as he noticed a gorgeous red .50 caliber semi automatic pistol in Jacks hand pointed right at him...

Harold didn't even have time to be scared for his life. The large bore pistol belched fire and thunder twice, and Tassiter felt both of his kneecaps shatter violently as the diamond tipped depleted uranium shells ripped through his ligaments and as if they were paper mache...

White hot pain shot up his nerves to his brain, wracking him, making him convulse and cry out in anguish as he fell to the ground screaming, his blood spraying across both the Vice President and the gorgeous woman in a crimson cascade...
Harold lied there, impotent and powerless there on his rug, thrashing around as his broken knees flailed around, squirting torrents of blood everywhere...
Jack appeared unconcerned about his soon to be former boss, and more focused on the carefully rolled stick of aromatic tobacco in his hands... He fondled it with his finger tips for a few moments as Tassiter screamed all manner of curses at him...

He ignored Harold's cries, his pearly white teeth flashing as they bit the end off of the cigar. Grinning with his high tech cybernetic mask's actuators, Jack placed it between his cybernetic lips... He quickly lit the cigar with the secondary function of his pistol, placing the end of the cigar into the flaming ruby barrel of his weapon, and took a few drags.... Only to contort his artificial face into a grotesque representation of pure disgust as Jack lept to his feet and coughed out violently....
The Vice President brought the smoldering tobacco roll up to his eyes and looked at it distastefully... "Oh my god, these things taste like a 90 year old hooker's well fucked ass..." Jack grumbled, and walked over angrily to the legless man whimpering on the carpet beneath him... Jack could always have that rug replaced later...

"As my first executive order, all of these damned things are outlawed immediately...." Jack proclaimed a matter of factly, and rubbed the smoldering red tip of the lit cigar into the forehead of Harold Tassiter, making him howl in rage...
He then stuffed the extinguished cigar into the crippled CEO's mouth, muffling his annoying cries somewhat..
Jack then turned his handsome masked face to the gorgeous woman on the heavy desk...

"Alright dearest...." He said to her with a seductive gaze, and a smoldering edge to his rich voice... "....What say you that we break in my new desk properly?"
He approached her hungrily, Ignoring the flailing Harold behind him without a second thought....

Nisha had to admit, she had her doubts when Jack told her he was taking her to Helios for their first date. She wasn't expecting some romantic candlelit dinner, rather she would have loathed such a cliched gesture. There was some fond memories for her there, thinking back to how Jack so callously jettisoned those scientist still got her all hot and bothered. It wasn't until Jack explained what he intended to do here that she started to look forward to coming here.

As it so happens, Jack did not disappoint. Nisha let out a squeal of her own as she watched the powerful bullets rip through Tassiters legs, Oh, how the blood spurted all over, drenching the carpet below him. She almost hoped Jack would keep it, so the sight of the bloodstained rug could get her panties wet every time she came here. Eh, Jack wasn't into violence the same was she was. Sure, he seemed to enjoying giving people what was coming to them, but to him, violence was a means to an end. He enjoyed the result, but she enjoyed the process. Eh, maybe he would let her kept the rug. A souvenir of a wonderful first date.

“And this is why you want to use a Jakobs for this kind of things. Nothing against Hyperion, of course hun. They are great for when you need to unload 30 bullets into a guy's chest cavity. But for this? You need that raw power. I mean this is just beautiful.” She gushed, hoping off the desk to join Jack as he towered over Tassiter. Her bare ass had left a lovely smudge on the glossy finish, and she was still impressed that jack had managed to talk her into wearing this...outfit. Trading in her jeans for some leather chaps and a thong, her practical kicks for these five inch stiletto boots. Damn, if she hadn't already decided to fuck his handsome ass she wouldn't be caught dead in this ridiculously sexy get up. She would have to see if that silver tongue of his could work it's magic elsewhere.

“Oh Harold, this guy wanted to strangle you. Seriously, just strangle you. Aren't you glad he brought me along? Well, probably not. The only thing you seem to enjoy is having sticks shoved up your ass.” She asked the man bleeding out on the floor. She put one heeled boot on the side of his head, digging the sharp heel into his pathetic face.

She turned to Jack now, running her hands over his chest and tangling her fingers in his hair. “Well, if you are still in the mood to strangle someone, I am willing to evaluate your technique,” She suggested, nibbling on his ear. “Let's see if you can get me screaming louder than this guy.”

Jack grinned, and carefully canted his head to the side a little to allow the devilishly hot woman better access to his earlobe. Her full lips were silky smooth, and her pearly white teeth agonizingly sharp. The stark contrast in sensations, along with her scantily clad body pressed up against him got his engine running…
His cybernetically enhanced mind was lightening quick, and his augmented senses were able to pick up and savor her pheromones as she molested his ear savagely…

With a brutal, devil may care swipe of his arm, he sent the contents of the desk clattering to the floor.
He snaked an arm around the cow girls’s hourglass of a waist, and pulled her in close.
Jack planted his lips to hers, his new life like cybernetic face peppered with sensory hardware, allowing his to feel enhanced sensation that normal skin could never deliver…
Nisha’s mouth was hot upon him, and he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, and carefully timed one of his breaths with hers, attempting to take the girl’s breath away…

The soon to be CEO of Hyperion corporation then spun Nisha around, and savagely thrust her down upon the desk, slamming her body to the harsh and unforgiving wooden surface. He bent one of her arms behind her back, and growled into her ears, allowing her to savor the sting and thud from being slammed against the desk so violently… This was not some sweet innocent girl next door. Nisha was into rough and tumble, and usually was not satisfied unless there was a least a little blood on the sheets after what passed for her as foreplay…

He looked down and grinned as he saw a faint trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth, and quickly pressed his body to hers, pinning her down, and kissing the faint trail of crimson away.
Jack then groaned as he heard an alarm klaxon go off, and saw a small remote down in Harold’s weezened old fingers…

Still on top of Nisha, and with his free hand, Jack’s large bore pistol barked out a single shot, and Harold’s right hand erupted into a cascade of gore and viscera. Tassiter howled out in pain even louder as the bullet tore through his flesh, making his bones explode…
“Naughty Naughty Harold!” Jack said to him in his best game show host style voice, grinning down at him savagely… Jack then bit Nisha’s ear roughly, hard enough to show how how he likes to be bitten, wanting to send white hot waves of fire up her nerves… He loved it when she squealed, and Jack does everything he can to make her do so….

Jack then ripped the pretty girl’s G string aside, and shoved three fingers into her waiting, dripping cunt… Her freshly shaven pussy swallowed them, her folds tightening around and caressing the new vistors, welcoming them into her velvety depths.

With his other hand, he unzipped his fly, and brought forth his throbbing, massive cock, and wasted no time. He slid deep inside of her depths, feeling her expand to take his massive fuckpole inside of her body….
He then released her arm, drew both of Nisha’s revolvers for her, placing both of the weapons on the desk at Nisha’s sides so she could have easy access to the weapons without having to reach for them…

“I take it we have 27 seconds before they get here… 2.7 million credits says I make you cum before then, and when they do get here, another 2.7 million says you miss every shot you make….” He huffed down to the sexy cowgirl beneath him, roughly fondling her breasts through her thin, tight white shirt, pinching her nipples very hard, wanting her to scream for him….

Jack growled into her ear as he moved his hips front and back, side to side, trying to move as much as possible to throw off her aim as well as to stir her sex... He felt her velvet soft walls grip him like a tight fist, and Jack allowed himself a moment to be mesmerized by the sexy little harpy...

It was easy to get lost in the moment. Mixing pain and pleasure, kissing and biting, blood and saliva. Getting tossed about and slammed on the desk. It was everything she hoped it would be and more. He might have been a skinny guy, but he certainly knew how to rough her up He pulled her arm painfully behind her back, a sharp shriek leaving her mouth, equal parts agony and arousal. Fingers forcing their way inside her. Three thick digits, entering her with ease as soaking wet as she was, in that moment. She swayed in rhythm with his strokes,moaning and sighing as he found every pleasurable spot within her body. She was nothing if not an eager slut.

With legs spread wide, granting him complete access to her cunt, She took every inch of his length between her moist walls. She hadn't expected him to be so well endowed, groaning as his dense meat parted her soft flesh, filling her perfectly. She wrapped her legs around his hip, holding him in her tightly. Her stillettos dug into his thighs, and each potent thrust caused her to squeeze him tight, jabbing him with the pointed heel, as if to encourage him further. It was a loud, hard fucking, their bodies smacking into each other, the wet sound of her pussy getting pummeled over and over again, their carnal cries, the dying screams of Tassiter. It was a lovely symphony of smut, with the alarm sounding off in the background.

“Twenty...seven...seconds?” She asked between strokes, breathing hard. She could cum, especially the way he was fucking her shit up at the moment. It wasn't long enough to be completely satisfied, but she suspected he had some plan in place. She would hate to have to cut this fuck short, even if it was for more homicide.

“You are on, pretty boy,” She snarled, gripping one of the revolvers tightly. She sat herself up, wrapping the hand that held a gun behind his neck. She fucked him back, as much as she could given the position, using her muscle control to clench his dick tightly. Still, the way his manhood rubbed her every wall made her shudder, and soon those convulsion were no longer vonluntary or under her control.

“Fuck...FUCK...Fuck yes...YESSSSSS!!!!” She screamed out, digging her free hand into his back as her body shook with bliss. Waves of euphoria washed over her, and gushed down her thighs and his own, filling the room with an overwhelming scent of lust.

The door slid open as she came down from the heights of rapture, filling with armed guards. She squeezed the trigger, grunting as Jack slammed into her from the left. She hit the door frame, just inches from the guy's head. Two manged to duck behind a couch before she got off another shot, tearing through a cushion in an explosion of fluff as Jack slammed into her cervix. She fell back a bit, reaching for the other gun as another guard found refuge behind a bookshelf. She Managed to hit the next guy entering in the throats, as he gurgled his death cry, sputtering uselessly on the floor. “I got one...” She told him breathlessly, unloading the rest of the clip to keep the other three pinned down.

Handsome Jack laughed maniacally as he continued to pile drive the sexy little vixen against his new desk, feeling the friction against her silken walls heat his flesh... And then he felt her pussy tighten around him and explode, squeezing his cock with such force his mechanical eyes bulged from his head momentarily, and he pursed his lips together...

Jack groaned as her scalding hot juices washed over his throbbing member, soaking his thighs and puddling around his trousers, filling the room with her womanly aromas... The scent was enough to drive him crazy with lust...

He didn't notice the bullets reflecting off of his personal force field as it mingled with Nisha's own protective energy shielding creating a capacitive feedback effect... He gripped her hair, and continued to fuck her tight, sodden, sensitive hole... He slid his hands down her perfectly toned abdomen, and brushed her clitoris teasingly as he drew her other pistol and slammed it next to her primary hand... Jack then gave her hair a strong yank as he tossed a fake frag grenade behind the couch where the security team dove for cover....

The idea was to flush them out of hiding, not destroy his new office...

As they scurried out like roaches to get away from it, he slung out the large bore revolver's cylinder, and placed it in his mouth. With practiced ease, he placed a speed loader into the cylinder, and twisted it, loading all six cartridges simultaneously as he let go of her hair, and smacked the girls hot, tanned, bouncy ass hard as he moved his hips to and fro... Jack tossed the empty speed loader aside, and reached down, bringing Nisha up in a loving, if rough headlock, pressing her bare back into his expensive silken Hyperion business shirt, and felt her tight back muscles rubbing up against him through the material...

As he slid his massive cock in and out of her from behind in a standing position, He leveled Nisha's Jakobs revolver at the brute charging them both, and loosed two quick shots. The first one tore through the guard's throat like paper mache, spraying blood and viscera all over the expensive leather couch behind him. The second shot tore through his nasal cavity with the same devastating results...

"Fuck" Jack swore, that couch was uber comfortable, and would have made a nice spot to violate his little cowgirl in her tight ass later... The other two guards dove back out into the hallway for cover...

Jack, with his arms embraced around the deliciously brutal Nisha tightly, replaced the two shells with spares from her tight fitting gunbelt...

With the small moment of respite, he took a moment to withdraw his cock from her womanhood, and gasped at how much of her thick girl cum poured out of her hot little vessel...

He yanked her hair back as he shoved the reloaded revolver back into her leg holster, and bit hungrily at her exposed neck, digging his teeth into her supple flesh, marking his territory... It was a bite that would leave a reminding mark for at least a month...

Jack then slammed her down on the desk face up, and spread her legs wide, thrusting his still erect cock deep within her folds, making he juices squirt out all around her glistening labia...
He then rolled over on the desk, putting Nisha on top of him... In this way she could ride him, with both of her weapons drawn... He could likewise lean back, and aim his weapons at the doorway as well, if upside down... But with his dick so far inside of her he really didn't care the angle...

He then drew both of his semi automatic Hyperion pistols, and leveled them at the door...

They would be coming back, and soon...
The wager was practically voided, since he won the first, but lost the second, effectively meaning he would pay her, then she would turn right around and pay him...
"Double or nothing you sexy bitch, 5.4 million that you can't get me off before the next batch..."