Dan inflicts a little payback pain first

"Oh yeah?" you say defiantly, the quivering in your voice ruining the effect, so you widen your eyes and ask, "Hey, are these your lovers?"

Dan's face goes red, he sputters too hard to actually say anything coherent, and before you know it he's upon you, smacking your ass so hard you yelp with each stroke. It happens so fast you can't even think to defend yourself.

His palms rain down on you, and you cry out. Your legs kick out, only to miss and be trapped when he hooks his legs around your shins, pulling them away from the car. You wail as it pulls against on your breasts, and still has hands spank your fleshy buttocks with no sign of stopping.

"You think you can make fun of me? You think you're so great?" he screams, the volume hurting your ears as much as his hands hurt your ass, or the window hurts your breasts. "You think because you're beautiful you can stomp all over people? That your tits make you something special?"

He yanks you back from the car by your hair, a scream escaping you. "You're nothing!" he roars. "Nothing! Ther's thousands, millions like you, and in a few years they'll all have tits hanging to their waists, they'll all be has-beens that no one will want to fuck. You think your looks give you power?" he growls in your ear, and you can only sniffle and cry and make pitiful confused pleas.

"This is power," he says, waving a stack of money in front of you. "and this," he adds, putting a folder on the hood of the car.

Abruptly he lets go of your hair and you thump piteously against the car, pressing against it as much as you can to try and ease the horrible pain. You barely feel his hands at your wrists, or the disappearance of the cuffs.

It isn't until he tosses them onto the folder in front of you that you realise he's freed your hands, and you bring them frantically to the car, trying futilely to push down the window.

"Won't work, Joy. There's only one way you're getting your tits back."

You stare at him with tears pouring down your cheeks, your eyes wide and fearful. He drinks in the fear, and you recognize the look on his face. You see the grin and the ferocious satisfaction of a person knowing they've won. It's the same look he has when he orgasms.