It is hard to conceive in this day and age, and especially in our Western society, that individual human beings could be and are now being treated like mere chattel and worse.
Yet there are examples to be found all around us. Migrant workers labor for a pittance, and are beaten or thrown out of their jobs if they protest against their meager wages. Sharecroppers are forced to turn over as much as 50 percent of their produce to large landowners to pay off an ever-increasing debt whose termination they will never see. Illegal aliens musk work for cruelly low wages or face exposure and deportation.
And then there is Judy Jordan, an intelligent, beautiful woman who, at the outset of her honeymoon in San Diego, would never have dreamed that her search for fulfillment would lead her into a nightmare world of rape and degradation and violence.
SEX SLAVE BRIDE-the story of a woman who finds out what it is like to be treated like an object rather than a person. A reminder that our society is still a long ways from Utopia.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
The beautiful blonde woman sucked hard on Jim Jordan's long, hard cock as he brutally face-fucked her.
"Suck my prick, and see that you suck it nice and hard, Judy!" the man snarled. He thrust his hips forward and pumped his big cock in and out of her hot, wet mouth. "Unnnggghhhh! Aaaggghhhh!" he gasped as his prick-tip pounded into the depths of her mouth and banged against the back of her throat.
"Mmmppphhhh," Judy grunted as she sucked his bulbous cock-knob into her mouth. Her throat was raw and sore from the battering that his cock was giving the inside of her mouth. But she knew that there would be hell to pay if she did not give him a good blowjob. Jim could be mean and nasty if he wanted to, and she had already sampled a good deal of his mean temper during the past two days. Her cheeks were still sore from being slapped around only a few minutes before he demanded that she suck his cock.
"Yeah, go to it, bitch!" he grunted. "Suck more of my cock into your sweet, hot mouth. Suck me to a good cum, or I just might have to take drastic measures with you, Judy."
An involuntary shudder coursed through Judy's body at the thought of Jim Jordan taking "drastic measures." She knew what that meant, and it scared her to death. The mere thought of being tied up and tortured by the man sent shivers up and down her spine. The last time that she had been subjected to such a horrid session of bondage and sexual domination had left her an emotional wreck. She would do anything to avoid another such session, so she sucked his cock harder and deeper into her throat.
Judy could hear him making lewd noises while he pumped his prick into her mouth. He grunted and groaned. And he spoke crudely and cruelly to her as he brutally raped her mouth. It was rape, she thought, because she certainly was not sucking is cock willingly. He was making her give him a blowjob.
"Oooohhhhh, yeah, bitch!" he hissed. "Take all of my cock into your hot mouth, baby. Suck me until I cum. Unnngggghhhhh! Ohhhhhh, yeah. Go to it, you horny little cock-sucker. Suck my prick until I cum right in your mouth. And, if you give me a real good blowjob, I'll even let you swallow my cum."
Judy was going crazy. His cock was so big and hard that her jaws were beginning to ache and her throat was getting sore. What was worse, she was almost to the point of gagging on his giant hard cock. She was finding it very difficult to breathe. She just hoped that he would cum soon so that she could take a deep breath of air and relax for a few moments. But Jim Jordan was in no hurry at all. He face-fucked her slowly and rhythmically.
She reached under his rock-hard cock and cupped his balls in her hands. He sure had big, heavy balls, she thought as she tenderly kneaded his ball-sac. She hoped that fondling his balls would make him cum faster. The situation was fast becoming desperate. If he did not cum soon, she knew that she would start to gag on his huge prick. And, if she choked and gagged while sucking his cock, he would surely punish her.
But kneading his balls did not seem to work. He just moaned louder and kept fucking her mouth in the same slow, rhythmic motion.
"Unnnggghhh! Yeah, bitch! You fucking love it, don't you? You love to suck my prick and stroke my balls. You really are a hot little cock-sucker, Judy. And, just think of it... now that we're married, you get to suck my big prick every night."
Shaking her head up and down in agreement, she continued to suck his cock. Jim sure was an egomaniac, she thought as she milked his hard prick, sucking his cock deep into her throat in a frantic effort to make him cum... and cum soon, before she started to gag on his prick. Jim could really say crude and humiliating things to her when he was face-fucking her, Judy thought. If only the people at his office knew what he was like with women. He was always so correct and proper at the office. He never used dirty language. But, when he had sex with Judy, Jim Jordan became a totally different man. She had known that he was a bit kinky before they were married two weeks ago, but she had no idea that he was quite so nasty and mean in bed. And she really had not expected him to have such a foul mouth. He could be terribly crude when he wanted to be, she thought.
She felt his balls begin to tighten and his hips began to jerk spasmodically, losing the rhythm with which he had previously pumped his prick into her hot, wet mouth. His prick grew to monstrous proportions, and it was rock-hard.
"I'm going... to... cum soon, you... fucking bitch," he hissed through clenched teeth. "Keep sucking my cock, and when I cum, I want you to swallow all of it. Understand? I want to you gulp down all my cum."
All of a sudden, his prick plunged deeply into her throat until she began to gag again on his hard cock. His body shuddered and, with a loud gasp, he shot a thick wad of salty, jelly-like jism into her mouth. She gasped for air as she sucked down his cum-juice and milked the head of his cock in a frantic effort to drink all of his cum quickly.
"Unnnggghhh! Aaaggghhhh!" he gasped as he writhed above her, pumping his cock into her mouth. Thick gobs of jism filled her mouth to overflowing. It kept coming, although it seemed impossible that any man could carry so much cum around in his balls and cock.
She sucked his prick until he was dry.
"Stop it, bitch!" he rasped as he smacked her hard on the cheek. "What the fuck are you trying to do to me? I just came, dammit! My prick is sensitive!"
Judy fell backward from the blow and landed on the floor. He had knocked her clear off of the bed. As she hit the floor, her head smacked hard on the thick carpet which covered the floor of the plush hotel room. She saw stars and almost passed out, but, in her dazed condition, she saw Jim coming at her with a thick leather belt in his hand.
"You fucking ignorant cunt," he hissed. "You should know better than to keep sucking my prick after I've cum in your mouth. You did it on purpose, just to hassle me! Didn't you, bitch?"
Before she had a chance to answer, the tip of Jim's belt landed on her naked ass-flesh with a sharp, resounding crack. She twisted and jerked her body in an effort to escape the blows which she knew would follow. Jim had a very ugly temper, and she was certain that he would not be content with striking her only once.
Crack! Crack! Crack! The leather belt descended on her soft ass-cheeks with a vengeance as she writhed beneath the blows. She turned over on her back, and the belt struck her firm tits. He lashed her unmercifully, all the while with a demonic leer pasted to his handsome face.
"Please! Please don't beat me anymore," she pleaded in desperation. "I can't take it. My tits hurt so much!"
She sobbed uncontrollably as he continued to rain hard fast blows all over her naked flesh. The leather belt slashed across her body like a whip, causing her to flinch in pain whenever it landed on her tits or on her ass-cheeks. Although she wanted to scream out and call for help, she knew that it would be a futile gesture. Jim had insisted on taking the penthouse Honeymoon Suite at the luxurious El Camino Hotel in San Diego. The walls were soundproofed, and there were no other guests on the top floor of the hotel. Besides, if she cried out for help, he would only beat her harder.
"You stupid fucking cunt!" he shouted as he continued to whip her with his belt. "You can't do anything right, can you? You can't even suck my cock properly. I don't know why I even married you. You are nothing but a worthless fucking cunt."
He punctuated his sentences with lashes from his belt, and she writhed in agony on the floor as the leather strap bit into her tender ass-flesh and tit-flesh. She was helpless. Completely at his mercy.
She wondered how in the world she could have gotten into such a horrid situation-married to a man like Jim Jordan, a man who seemed so wonderful and loving when they had first met six months ago. But a man who had become a brutal, sadistic wife-beater only a short while after they were married. It made no sense whatsoever.
Covering her tits with her arms, she rolled helplessly on the carpeted floor in a futile attempt to escape the ruthless beating that Jim was giving her. Her ass-cheeks stung with each bite of the slashing belt and she felt as though her ass was on fire.
"Please don't beat me anymore," she begged in a soft whimper. "Please, Jim, I... I don't think I can take it anymore. I'll try to do better. I promise. I'll try to do a better job of sucking your beautiful cock. Please, just give me another chance."
"I've given you plenty of chances, bitch!" he rasped. "But you just keep fucking up on the job, cunt. You just can't seem to do anything right. Hell, you don't even know how to give me a good blowjob."
Dropping the belt, he leaned down and picked the woman up roughly by her arms. Jim was a strong, muscular man who was built like a heavy-weight boxer. Picking Judy up as though she were a rag doll, he effortlessly threw her onto the big bed.
"I guess the only way to teach you how to behave is to punish you when you do something wrong," he said cruelly. Leering at her with lust-filled eyes which showed no pity, he reached down and pulled a black leather handbag out of his suitcase.
"Noooooo!" Judy shrieked in horror. Her pretty, deep-blue eyes were glazed with fright and anxious anticipation. She had seen the frightful black leather handbag before. One time, she had even gathered up enough courage to look inside of it when Jim was sleeping. The things it contained were dreadfully frightening. She was too scared to examine them closely, but she knew that they were wicked objects. Her husband was a businessman, not a policeman. So she knew that the things he carried in the dreadful handbag were not used in his work.
"Fuck you, Judy," he said in a vicious tone of voice. "I'm not taking any shit from you. It's about time you learned what it's like to be a married woman. To be married to me-Jim Jordan. As he uttered his name, a lascivious grin covered his handsome face and made his features look hard and wicked. Judy looked closely at her husband, and she did not even recognize him as the man that she had married only days before. He had a sinister look about him. He looked evil, wicked, depraved-and sadistic.
"Wh-What are you going to do to me?" she asked fearfully. "What is in that black bag?"
"You ought to fucking know, cunt," he replied coolly. "I saw you looking through it last week. You thought I was asleep, but I was just pretending. I left the bag out on the dresser to see if you would have enough guts to look inside. Sure enough, you turned out to be the nosey, snooping bitch that I figured you for. You looked inside, and you know what is in my little bag. My little bag of tricks," he added with emphasis.
"No! No, please believe me, Jim. I don't know what's inside. I promise you... I only glanced inside of the bag. I-I was afraid to pry into your personal affairs. Please believe me, Jim. I wouldn't snoop into your private business."
Without saying a single word in reply, Jim pulled a pair of steel handcuffs from the black handbag. He strolled casually over to the bed where Judy lay, shaking and quivering in shock.
"What are you going to do to me?" she whimpered.
"I'm going to put a pair of lovely bracelets on your pretty little wrists, my darling," he replied in a calm tone of voice. "I'm not going to harm you, my dear," he continued. "You don't think that I would harm my own wife. Especially on our honeymoon, now do you? Huh?"
She was too frightened to answer. "Well, answer me, cunt!" he shouted. "Do you think that I would harm my own wife?"
"N-No, Jim!" she shrieked hoarsely. Her throat was raw and sore, and it was difficult to speak properly. But she knew that she had better answer him, or else he would treat her more roughly than before.
She had seen him when he was in a bad temper, and he had been cruel and brutal to her before, but never had she seen him in such an evil, sinister mood. His eyes, which usually were full of love and empathy, were as cold as ice, and seemed to be glazed over with a frosty glow of evil abandon. He looked as though he were a wild animal-a beast, totally devoid of sympathy and human love and selflessness. His eyes betrayed fox-like cunning and beastliness. His look was full of unbridled lust. Not a glint of human-like compassion showed in his cold, almond-brown eyes. Only sheer, unadulterated lust and desire.
"Well then," he continued, "Let me put these lovely steel bracelets on your wrists, darling," he muttered as he clasped the cold, steel handcuffs around her tender wrists. Lifting her toward the head of the big hotel bed, he pulled her bound wrists up over one of the heavy wooden bedposts.
"Ouch!" she said as she flinched in pain. The handcuffs were much too tight, and chafed her soft skin. She felt the blood flow being cut off in her hands and both of her hands quickly became numb. She was in an extremely uncomfortable position, stretched out on her back with her arms extended above her head, and her hands held fast to the bedpost with tight-fitting handcuffs.
"Now, you really are a sight for sore eyes, darling," Jim said with a sneer and a smile. "Ha! Ha! Ha!" He laughed loudly as he glared at her. Obviously, Jim Jordan enjoyed viewing his youthful and voluptuous wife in such a humiliating and degrading position- bound with handcuffs and helpless before him.
"Please, let me go, Jim," she pleaded. "Don't hurt me! I'm begging you. You're my husband. This is our honeymoon. Why are you treating me this way? Please, Jim!" she said sincerely. "Please tell me the meaning of all this.. Why are you doing this to me? I've tried to be good to you."
"Up your fucking ass, cunt," he hissed cruelly. "What do you take me for? A sucker? I know fucking well that you aren't the sweet, young virgin secretary that you claimed to be when I first met you six months ago. You'd been fucked before. I know all about you and Mark Lane. You're not fooling anybody, bitch!" he rasped. "You are nothing but a cunt, pure and simple. You led me on, led me to believe that you were a virgin before you met me. Told me that you had never fucked anybody before me. But you lied, and there's nothing I hate more than a lying cunt. I married a fucking whore. A slut! That's what you are-a slut! And, before I leave here, I'm going to make you pay for your lies. Nobody lies to Jim Jordan and gets away with it. Understand? Nobody!"
With that, he turned, picked up his black leather handbag and pulled out a wicked-looking riding crop.
The only thing that she could do was try to explain. Sure, she had been out with Mark Lane, who was a business associate of Jim's. But, although they had fooled around a bit, she had never fucked the man. She knew that Jim hated Mark Lane because Jim was not as successful and rich as the other man. But, she thought, this was absolutely ridiculous. Had Mark Lane told Jim that he had actually fucked her? she wondered. Is that why Jim was acting so mean and nasty. It made no sense.
"I swear to you!" she wailed. "I never did anything with Mark Lane. I swear. Please believe me, Jim," she pleaded. "We just went out together a few times... on dates. Nothing happened! Honest!"
"Fuck you!" Jim screamed as he lashed her exposed thighs with the riding crop. Whack! Whack! Twice, the evil-looking whip descended upon her tender thighs. "Fuck you... and fuck Mark Lane!"
As he uttered the man's name, Jim's lips curled into a cruel sneer that showed the complete and utter hatred that he felt for his more successful business associate.
Judy realized that her husband was actually taking out his frustrations on her. But, she thought, it made no sense whatsoever to punish her simply because she had dated Mark Lane, the man who Jim Jordan obviously hated more than anything in the world.
She felt as though she had to say something before Jim went absolutely insane and damaged her beyond repair. Never before had he behaved in such a cruel and wicked manner.
"What are you doing?" she wailed. "I never fucked Mark Lane. I swear to you. If you hate him, then why don't you take it out on him? Why hurt me? I-I'm your wife!"
"Listen, bitch!" he replied in a loud voice that betrayed no pity for his suffering wife. "I know that you fucked around with Mark Lane. And, whether you like it or not, you're going to have to pay for it. With your flesh!" he screamed as he raised the leather riding crop and brought it down hard on her up thrust tits. "Aaaiiiieeeee!" she screamed as the tip of the riding crop bit into her tender nipples. The whip struck both of her nipples in a single blow and she stared down in a strange mixture of horror and fascination. She stared at her nipples and watched as they became taut and pointed after being struck by the wicked whip. "Yeah!" Jim hissed. "Look at how your little nipples respond to the whip," he said as he flicked her tender tit-flesh with the tip of the riding crop. "You like it, don't you?" he queried wickedly. "You like being bound and whipped."
"Nooooo!" she cried. "No, I don't like it. I hate it. Now, please let me go. You're hurting me terribly. Don't you understand? I'm your wife!" she exclaimed in anger. "You're acting like a damned fool!" she screamed.
The instant she said it, she knew that she had made a drastic mistake. Her lips quivered and she tried to speak-to apologize and beg for his forgiveness and mercy. But, as she looked into his cold brown eyes, she knew that he was in no mood for forgiveness. He was angry and his eyes were all glassy and weird looking. She had seen that look before-in the eyes of rabid dogs gone mad!
There would be no mercy now, she knew.
"You fucking slut!" he shouted as he dropped the riding crop and grasped her inner thighs with his strong fingers. Spreading her thighs apart, he began to move into position between her legs.
"Please don't hurt me," she begged as she glanced down. She was shocked to see that Jim had a raging hard-on. His cock-stand was enormous-bigger than she had ever seen it before! How could he get this cock hard so soon after I gave him a blowjob? she wondered. She knew that he was highly sexed. Maybe even oversexed. And he never had any trouble getting hard when she sucked his cock or stroked his prick with her pretty, thin fingers. But, my God! she thought. She had just finished sucking his cock, and she must have swallowed a cupful of cum. What sort of man was this? she wondered. What sort of animal had she married?
With terrific force, he plunged his thick, hard prick into her pussy. She was surprised to discover that her cunt was wet and juicy. And hot! After all of the crude things that he had done to her, she would not have believed that her cunt would be ready to receive his hard cock.
But, as his prick sluiced in and out of her hot pussy, she knew that her cunt was ready and that she was turned on in a big way. This animal-like man that she had married was a bit strange, she thought, but he sure knew how to fuck.
"Unnggghhhh! Ohhhhh, yeah, my little bitch! Your cunt is so fucking nice and tight, I can't believe it!" he hissed as his tongue snaked out of his mouth and licked the inside of her ear.
As he grunted and groaned in sexual bliss, Judy felt her pussy tingling with erotic sensations which coursed through her twat and struck the nerve-endings in her brain. She knew that Jim was merely fucking her for his own demented sexual gratification. She knew that Jim did not give a damn whether she had an orgasm or not, but none of that mattered to the beautiful young newly wed. What mattered was the sense of sexual ecstasy that she felt welling up in her cunt. His prick was sawing in and out of her cunt and, every time that he rammed his hard prick into her cuntal sheath, his prick-tip rubbed her sensitive clit, causing waves of wonderful lust-filled sensations to run through her hot twat.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped in depraved sexual delight as his hard cock reamed her tight, juicy pussy. "Your cock... your cock feels so fucking good in my cunt. Keep fucking me, Jim. Whatever you do, please don't stop fucking my pussy. Your prick feels so big and strong and hard. Keep fucking me, baby. I love you," she gasped.
"Unngghhhh," he grunted as he pumped his prick deep into her hot cunt. "You may be a fucking bitch," he added, "but you do know how to fuck!"
Judy felt her orgasm coming on. She was manacled to the bedpost in a most humiliating manner, and Jim was sawing his prick in quick, staccato-like motions into the depths of her seething pussy. The entire situation was degrading, and she was actually being raped. She was helpless. The man was so big and muscular, and he was fucking her forcefully and brutally. There was nothing that she could do to stop him from pounding his prick into her twat. But, although she knew that he was raping her and degrading her, she could not help but feel a raging sense of lust and passion. She wanted him to fuck her hard. And, although her wrists were chafed and sore from being tightly manacled to the bedpost, it did not seem to matter. All that she cared about was coming to a climax. And she could feel her climax building to a fabulous crescendo. Her clit tingled with sexual excitement, and her cunt spasmed uncontrollably. All that she wanted to do was to reach a powerful, mind-boggling, soul-racking orgasm.
"Unnggghhhhh! Aaaggghhhh!" he grunted as he thrust his hips forward to penetrate her cunt to the maximum with his hard cock. "I'm about ready... to... cum!" he wailed as his pelvic thrusts accelerated and his prick went deeper and deeper into her tight, hot cunt.
"Nooooooo!" she cried. "Please, don't cum yet! Wait for me! I-I'm almost there. My cunt is on fire. Please wait for me to cum!" she pleaded.
"No... unnggghhhh... way... bitch!" he snorted as he gave one final plunge of his prick into her hot cunt.
White-hot jism washed through her pussy-channel as his orgasm racked him and he came in her cunt. She could feel his thick wad of cum pulse through her pussy and fill the depths of her hot cunt.
In a veritable frenzy, she writhed beneath him, but, even as she jerked her hips spasmodically in a frantic attempt to reach an orgasm, she knew that she would not reach her peak. She would not get off. That ever-elusive orgasm would escape her once again. As she listened to Jim's moaning and groaning, she could feel his prick going soft and flaccid inside of her needy cunt.
"Goddammit!" she wailed. "Please, don't let me down now! Please, fuck me some more! I need your cock! I need your prick to be hard -now more than ever! Please stay hard for me, baby!" she begged her husband. "I'm almost there! Just a little bit more and I'll cum!" she gasped.
Jim responded by pulling his cock out of her cunt quickly. He sighed and knelt before her on the bed, cum drooling out of the tip of his prick.
Staring at her through tired eyes which betrayed not a hint of pity or remorse, he muttered, "Sorry, bitch, but you just aren't fast enough. Maybe next time," he added with a lewd smile and a slight laugh. "Maybe next time-if you're good to me."
Judy was going crazy. She had wanted to cum so badly, and she had almost reached an orgasm when her husband had so cruelly pulled his cock out of her cunt. Her first thought was to finger-fuck herself to a climax. She knew how to bring her cunt to an orgasm. She had fingered her pussy many times before. That was the only way that she had been able to cum in all of her twenty-five years. And she could finger her cunt to a climax in a mere two minutes if she wanted to do so. She had finger-fucking down to a fine art. She knew just the right spot on her clit to manipulate until she came. But, just as she prepared to finger-fuck her pussy, she felt her manacled wrists. There was no way that she could even touch her pussy with her fingers. She was bound to the bedpost by Jim's dreadful handcuffs. She was helpless and at his mercy. Her cunt would have to go unfulfilled-at least until Jim decided to fuck her again.
She sighed and resigned herself to the fact that she would have to wait. Soon, she thought, Jim would be horny again. Then, she would give in to his depraved sexual demands, and she would have her long-awaited orgasm. And she would not have to finger her cunt to a climax. It would be a powerful climax, brought about by the beautiful, sexy feeling of a man's cock in her hot, tight, juicy young pussy. All she had to do was wait until Jim got another hard-on. And, knowing Jim, she thought, she would not have to wait very long.
Soon after fucking her, Jim stepped off of the bed.
Judy felt as though her prediction had been correct. It seemed impossible, but Jim was already half-hard again. His cock swayed obscenely before him, cum still drooling out of his prick-tip, as he strode in bold steps toward the bathroom. He was going to take a piss, she thought. Then he would return and fuck her again, she hoped. This time, she was determined to fuck until she had a climax.
As she lay, stretched out on the bed and manacled to the bedpost, she listened intently and heard Jim pissing in the toilet.
The telephone rang loudly and interrupted her thoughts. Instinctively, she moved to pick the phone up and answer the call, but the piercing pain in her wrists reminded her instantly that she was bound to the bedpost by Jim's handcuffs.
The phone rang a second time... and a third. Then Jim strolled out of the bathroom, his cock hanging down obscenely from his crotch.
"Fucking shit," he muttered as he sauntered casually to the bedside telephone. "Who the fuck could be calling me now. Nobody even knows where I'm staying except for the boss at the office. It must be a fucking wrong number," he said as he lifted the receiver to his ear. Judy glanced at the man's face and noticed that he appeared to be disturbed at the conversation. He knitted his brow and spoke, "Yes Sir. I understand. No problem... sure... I'll catch the next plane to Chicago... No, it's okay, believe me. I don't mind." After a long pause, he spoke again. "No, don't worry. She's a business-wife. She knows that business comes first. She's a good girl. Don't sweat it. I'll be on the next plane to Chicago. You say it will only take a day to straighten things out, so I'll leave Judy here to soak up some sun, and I'll fly back to San Diego as soon as everything is settled. I'll be there in four or five hours. No problem."
As he hung up the phone, Jim turned and looked at Judy with a stern expression. He unlocked the handcuffs that bound her to the bedpost.
"I'll be back tomorrow evening, sweetheart. There's a problem at the office, and I have to fly to Chicago tonight. You just relax and take it easy while I'm gone."
After quickly packing a small suitcase with some clothes, Jim picked up his briefcase, gave Judy a kiss on the cheek and stepped briskly out the door to catch a cab to the airport.
Chapter Two
Judy breathed a sigh of relief after Jim left to fly to Chicago. Standing up, she looked herself over in the mirror, and was happy to see that, although her body ached all over from the beating she had received, Jim had not really left any marks on her body.
That was good, she thought. Judy loved her body. She was proud of her long, curly blonde hair, her curvaceous figure, firm conical tits which were up thrust and perfectly formed, long lithe legs which tapered to pretty ankles.
She was also proud of her beautiful face- deep-blue eyes with unusually long blonde lashes, turned-up nose and pretty pouty lips. All in all, Judy was a beautiful, sexy woman of twenty-five. And she knew it. Everywhere she went, heads turned, and men were constantly coming on to her. She loved the attention that she received, but Judy had never fucked around. With a stern upbringing in the midwest, she had always believed that a woman should save her virginity for her husband. That is exactly what Judy did. Sure, she had messed around with other men. And she had been quite tempted to fuck Mark Lane. But she had resisted the handsome man's advances. She fell in love with Jim Jordan, and married him two weeks ago. Then she lost her virginity. But, when she married Jim, she had no idea that he was so kinky. Now, as she sat in the hotel room, she shook her head in disbelief and wondered whether she had made a mistake. Were all men like her husband? she wondered. Well, it did not matter. She would never really know because she had vowed to be faithful to Jim.
Judy's mind was boggled. Upon deciding that it would be a good idea to get out of the hotel room for a while, she put on a pretty dress, stockings and high heels. Checking herself out in the mirror, she laughed out loud. She looked really sexy in the outfit she had bought to wear during her honeymoon. She had wanted to please Jim, to turn him on in a big way. But now, Jim was on his way back to Chicago for a day or so, and she was going out alone. Why had she dressed so provocatively? She wondered. She certainly was not going out to pick up men. But, rather than change into something less sexy, Judy spun on her heels and admired herself in the mirror. What the hell, she decided, it would not hurt to go out looking like a fox. Jim would be really pissed-off if he knew about it. But, Jim was not around. He would never know. Besides, she had no intentions of fucking around while he was gone.
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The El Camino Lounge was practically empty. Judy decided to sit at the bar. She had always liked bartenders. They were friendly and kind-that was part of their job. And, since she did not know anybody in San Diego, she thought that it would be nice to strike up a conversation with the bartender. She felt lonely and thought that maybe he would cheer her up.
"What'll you have, Miss?" the tall, dark-haired bartender asked in a deep, confident voice.
"Scotch and water," she replied as she looked directly into his dark-green eyes. His eyes were electrifying. They were so big and conveyed an attitude of extreme self-assuredness.
He stared right back at her.
For a brief moment, she looked away in an attempt to escape his magnetic gaze. But, she could not keep her eyes off of him. She turned back, and he kept staring at her with those big dark-green eyes.
"What's the matter, Miss?" he asked. "See something you like?"
Judy was stunned! My God, she thought, this young man sure was brash.
"Cat got your tongue, Miss?" he said with a wide smile that showed a perfect set of gleaming, white teeth.
"N-No," she replied in a stammer.
"Well, then, I'll get you your drink if you're finished staring at me," he said matter-of-factly. With that, he strolled down the bar and fixed her drink.
She was unable to take her eyes off of him. Her gaze followed him as he walked. She sized him up. He was quite handsome, about thirty, muscular, strong and powerful. His shoulders and arms looked well-developed, as though he lifted weights. He was a superb specimen, a real credit to his gender, she thought. And his calm, brash manner kind of turned her on.
Much to her surprise, she felt a slight tingling sensation in her cunt. The crotch of her panties became damp with pussy-nectar. This was the way she had felt when she first met Jim Jordan. She blushed in embarrassment.
"Here you go, Miss," he said as he handed her a tall Scotch and water. "Have a nice flight," he quipped. "I made an extra-special drink... for an extraordinary woman," he added with a lecherous smile. Then he turned and moved to the other end of the bar to speak to another customer.
Judy was shocked by the bartender's haughty attitude. She gulped down her drink and almost choked. God, but it was strong. He must have put three shots of Scotch in her drink. She decided that, as soon as he returned to take her money, she would leave. She was afraid of her strange feelings for this man. She was attracted to him-very attracted to him. And she was not about to give him any wrong ideas.
"Well, now. How are you doing, Miss?" he asked as he returned. "Have another one?"
"N-No," she replied. "Just let me pay the..."
"Well, here's a drink on me," he said as he produced another tall drink with a flashy gesture. "Say, you sure are a beautiful woman," he said. "That's why I was staring at you. Please forgive me, Miss. I didn't mean anything by it." He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, in a voice so low that she had to strain to hear him, "It's just that we get so many dogs in here. It's really a pleasure to serve a gorgeous lady like you. Hell, I'd pay for your drinks all night long just for the privilege of looking at your beautiful face. And I saw you when you walked in. I hope you don't get mad at me for saying this, but you have the prettiest legs I've ever seen. Damn, you are a real knock-out. What are you doing in a place like this? This place is deadsville."
Judy smiled. "I'm staying at the hotel and I just got bored. I've never been to San Diego before and I don't know anybody," she replied with a pout. She felt a twinge of guilt for not telling the handsome bartender that she was on her honeymoon. "Oh, thank you for the lovely compliment," she added with a big grin.
"Hey, I've got an idea!" he said excitedly as he flashed her a big smile. "I get off work in a few minutes. Let me take you out and show you around a bit. San Diego really is a beautiful city. What do you say?"
"Okay," she answered impulsively. "That would be nice." Instantly, she regretted having agreed to go out with him. She was about to tell him that she had changed her mind when he spoke again.
"Let's go right now. I'll get my buddy to cover for me. I'll be right back," he said as he turned and walked away to talk to his friend at the end of the bar.
* * * * *
In a flash, she was seated next to him in his brand new Corvette. Feeling a bit tipsy from the drinks, she turned and said, "What's your name?"
"Max," he replied. "Everybody just calls me Max. What's yours?"
"Judy. Where are we going, Max?"
"Oh, I have to stop by my apartment and change my clothes. You look so sharp. I figured I'd just put on a suit or something."
"Uh... Max," she said. "I'm beginning to feel kind of dizzy. Can we stop off somewhere and get some coffee first?"
"I'll make you some coffee at my place," he replied as he guided the Corvette into a long driveway. Max quickly jumped out of the car and opened Judy's door. "This way, dear," he said as he took her hand and led the way into his plush apartment.
As soon as they stepped into the apartment, Judy's legs felt weak and she could hardly stand. She began to faint, but Max picked her up and carried her to the sofa where he set her down gently.
"Yep!" Max said with a big grin pasted to his face. "But, I told you. They were extra-special drinks-otherwise known as Mickies." He broke out laughing as he strode to the kitchen.
Judy knew that she was in big trouble. She tried desperately to sit up, but her head was spinning and her eyes could not focus. Everything was a blur.
Max returned, carrying a long, thick piece of rope and a menacing butcher knife. He turned the radio on and stepped over to her.
Catching sight of the butcher knife, Judy tried to scream, but she was so frightened that her vocal cords failed to function.
Max cut the rope into four pieces, then put down the knife and roughly pulled Judy off the couch by her ankles.
He dragged her into the master bedroom, which, at first sight, appeared to be empty. But, as Max left her stretched out on the floor, he pulled a long, wide table out from a corner and shoved it into the center of the room. Lifting her up by her armpits, he threw her onto the table and tied her wrists to pegs which protruded at the end of the table. At the other end, he tied her by the ankles to another set of pegs.
"Max," she implored in a weak voice. "What are you doing to me?"
"I haven't decided yet, you fucking slut!" he replied as his face became stern and evil-looking. "But, now I have you all tied up and at my mercy, right where I want you."
The strange drink that Max had given her was beginning to wear off, and Judy struggled against her bonds. But, for all of her struggling, it only made matters worse. The ropes tightened around her tender skin every time that she moved. She sobbed and looked at Max with imploring eyes. "Please let me go," she said.
"Not a chance," he replied casually. "And, I might as well warn you. Every time that you try to pull away from the ropes that hold your wrists and ankles, it'll hurt more. Those are special knots that I learned when I was in the Navy. The more pressure you put on them, the tighter they get. And the more they hurt," he added with a vicious smile.
"Oh, good God!" she cried.
"Now, don't go away," he said jokingly. "I'll be right back."
When he returned, he carried two metal clamps in his fist. Under his arm, he carried a square wooden box, which had a crank attached to it and two thin electrical wires sticking out of its side.
"Wh-What's that?" she asked as tears poured down her pretty face.
"You'll see soon enough, cunt!" he rasped. Then he laughed demonically as he moved forward and pinched her nipples hard.
"Owwwww!" she wailed as the pain from her pinched nipples coursed through her tits and filled her body.
His long fingers twisted her sensitive nipples until they stood up hard and pointed.
"What's the matter, cunt? Don't you like my touch?" he teased.
"It hurts," she cried. Her face was damp with perspiration and the pain was becoming unbearable as he began to rake his fingernails across her firm, but tender tit-flesh.
"I think I've found a sensitive spot, Judy," he whispered obscenely.
"Nooooo, please," she begged. "It hurts when you claw at my tits." She stared into his face and noticed that his eyes were slit like razor blades. His features were contorted, and he looked as though he were mad.
"Well, bitch," he calmly replied. "Since you don't like my fingernails, I'll try something different."
He attached a metal clip to one of her nipples and she shrieked in agonizing pain.
"Aaiiieeeee!" she wailed. "Please! Don't! It hurts more than anything! Good God! My nipples! You're going to tear them off!"
"Hey now," he said. "You know me better than that, Judy," he teased. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
He walked to the other side of the torture table and cruelly affixed a metal clip to her other nipple.
Again, she cried out in pain and agony. "Aaaaiiieeee!" Purposely, she yelled as loudly as possible in hopes that someone would hear her and come to her rescue.
When Max laughed loudly and shook his head, she realized that-for some unknown reason-her screams would fail to bring help.
"Hey, listen cunt," he said coolly. "I own this entire apartment building. In fact, I designed the whole fucking place. And I put extra care into designing my own apartment. The place is soundproofed, and my stereo speakers are strategically located to block out all sound. You can yell your fucking head off and nobody will hear you. What's more," he added, "I choose my tenants very, very carefully. We're all into B and D, bitch. Every one of us." With that, he picked up the wooden box and placed it on the torture table.
She glanced down at the dreaded little wooden box with the crank and electrical wires sticking out of its side. She knew that it was a wicked device, even though she had absolutely no idea what it was-or, more important, what the box was used for. She was too scared to speak. And her nipples were aching.
"Yeah," Max said nonchalantly. "All of my tenants are into B and D. And, if you're real lucky, maybe before this night is over, you'll learn to like it, too."
What in the world was the man talking about? Judy wondered. He was acting like an insane man, and what in the hell was "B and D"? She wanted to know, and she was dying to ask him, but she was afraid that the answer might be too terrible for her to cope with. She kept silent, and tried not to concentrate on the agonizing pain that came from the clamps which pressed into her nipples. Or the aching that emanated from her sore ankles and wrists which were tied tightly to the pegs. How in the world could she have been so foolish as to get herself in this absurd and horrid position- spread-eagled on a torture table, bound hand and foot, clamps pinching her nipples, at the mercy of a wicked man? She was totally confused and perplexed, knowing no way to escape this dreadful nightmare.
Without saying a word, Max began to hook up the wires from the box to the clamps which pinched her nipples. She could tell by the careful, methodical manner in which he completed the task that he was quite experienced at working the evil instrument.
Finally, she could restrain herself no longer. She had to speak to him-to ask him what he was doing, and to plead with him to set her free.
"Max," she said imploringly. "Max, what are you doing?"
"You'll find out soon enough," he replied bluntly. "I may be wrong, but I think you're going to like it, Judy," he added with a smile.
"Like what?" she demanded angrily.
"Hey now, little bitch," he replied nastily. His eyes opened wide and he brought his face close to hers. "Don't get demanding with me. That would be very unwise, cunt!"
"I'm sorry," she said with a pout. She cried crocodile tears and closed her eyes so that she would not have to look at him. He looked evil, demonic, crazed with pent-up vengeance and lust.
"You'd better be sorry, or I'll give you a whole helluva lot more than I planned on, bitch. I figured I'd just give you a small dose of shock treatment-kinda like what I got from those fucking Viet Cong over in Nam when I was captured. But, you see, they gave me the treatment over a hundred times. I figured I'd just give it to you once or twice. But, maybe you could use more than that. Yeah," he continued as a far-off look appeared in his dark-green eyes. "Yeah, maybe in order for you to appreciate the fucking pain and bullshit that we POWs went through, I should give you an extra-special dose of electric shock."
"Nooooo!" she wailed as she realized that the little box was a shock machine. She had read about them in the newspapers. During the Vietnam War, they had been used on American soldiers as instruments of torture. And Max was going to use a shock machine on her-on her nipples!
"Oh, yes, my little cunt!" he rasped. "Maybe if I give you a real good dose, you'll learn to enjoy B and D."
Judy was unable to stand the suspense a moment longer. She simply had to know what he was talking about.
"What is B and D?" she blurted. "What does that mean?" she asked with tear-streaked eyes.
"Bondage and Domination," he replied briskly. "It means being tied up, tortured and dominated," he added sharply. "Try it, maybe you'll like it," the man quipped as he stepped back and placed his hand on the crank which was attached to the shock machine. "Hang on tight, bitch!" he exclaimed as he cranked the handle of the wicked shock machine.
"Aaaaaiiiiieeeee! Nooooooo! Aaaggghhh!" she wailed as lightning bolts of electricity stung her nipples and tore through her body, causing her to jerk spasmodically. She writhed about the torture table. The ropes which bound her wrists and ankles tore at her tender flesh. Her entire body was racked with pain-horrible, unbearable pain.
The electric shock stopped as quickly as it had begun, a moment after Max stopped cranking the handle of the shock machine.
Nevertheless, Judy's body continued to convulse involuntarily for a minute or more. Her mind was wrenched loose from reality as her spasming body jerked about the table. As the shock subsided, she opened her eyes, but she could see nothing but blinding red light. She could not focus, and for a terrifying moment that seemed like ages, she feared that she had gone blind. Finally, she began to come to her senses, and the blinding and terrifying pain from the electric shock machine stopped.
Her eyes focused once again upon her surroundings, and she looked for Max. He was gone! She listened intently, concentrating all of her efforts in an attempt to hear some sound.
At last, after a time that seemed like an eternity, she could hear faint voices coming from the living room.
She recognized Max's deep, masculine voice. Listening closely, she heard him talking to someone.
"Thank heavens," she muttered. "It must be the police." They must have heard my screams, she surmised. They will come into this terrible room and rescue me. And take that sadistic bastard Max to jail, she concluded.
I'll get back at that son of a bitch, Judy thought. She pondered the situation. She thought of what she would say on the witness stand. Before long, she was speaking out loud, saying, "He raped me, your Honor. He put something in my drink, and he took me to his apartment and tied me up and tortured me. And raped me. Send him to prison for the rest of his life, your Honor. He's not fit to live in decent society! He raped me! He raped me!" she screamed.
"Nobody raped you, Judy," Max said in slow, measured words as he strolled back into the room. "Not yet, anyway," he added ominously. Turning to the two dark, silhouetted figures who stood behind him in the hallway, Max said, "Her name is Judy. She's a first-class bitch. And, she's all yours. I'm going to take a shower. Have fun," he said with a laugh as he stepped out of the room where Judy lay bound on the torture table.
Chapter Three
The two ominous figures walked into the dimly-lit room where Judy was bound to the torture table.
"Hey, look, Suzi," the man said. "Max left her hooked up to the old buzz-box."
"Far out!" the tall, thin woman replied excitedly. "Let's give it a try," she said as she cranked the handle, sending waves of electricity coursing through Judy's nipples and tits.
"Aaaiiieeeee!" she shrieked with horrid pain. The woman was cranking the handle really fast-much faster than Max had done it.
"Hold it, Suzi!" the man instructed loudly. "You're liable to fry her brains if you overdo it with the shock machine. Those things aren't toys, you know."
"Okay, okay," the woman said with a pout. "I just get carried away sometimes. Hey," she said as she drew closer to Judy and inspected the naked woman's beautiful body. "This bitch is a fucking knock-out." Unhooking the clamps which were pinching Judy's nipples, the woman began to stroke her up thrust tits. "Nice tits," the woman gasped in awe.
"Yeah, this one's a real hot number. Max sure knows how to pick them."
Judy was stunned with horror and indignation. The pair who pawed her tits and gawked at her were rather attractive, she noticed. And, they looked almost identical. As she looked at them closely, Judy noticed that they were twins. They were both tall and thin, although the woman had nicely shaped tits, big and firm. And they both had long red hair and rather bushy eyebrows. The man wore a beard, but it was fashionably trimmed. He was obviously the more aggressive one of the pair, she figured.
"Well, now. Your name is Judy, right?" he asked.
"Y-Yes, that's right," she replied weakly.
"Okay," he said as he pointed to his sister, who was busily removing her clothes. "This is my twin sister, Suzi. And my name is Mark. Nice to meet you, Judy." Turning to look at his sister, Mark said, "I guess we ought to get our kicks now, sis, before Max gets back."
"Yeah," Suzi answered as she dashed out of the room. "I'm going to go get something. Be right back."
Turning his attention to Judy, the tall, thin man leaned over and kissed her on the mouth.
She kept her lips shut tight and resisted his tongue as he tried to probe the inside of her mouth. The entire situation was revolting and she decided that, no matter what they did to her, she would not give in to their crude advances. She was determined that they would not use her to satisfy their bizarre sexual tastes. She was in a very angry mood.
"What the fuck's the matter with you, cunt!" he snarled.
Judy gathered all of her courage and spat right in his face. "You and your sister are filthy and disgusting people," she hissed. "I won't submit to any of your demands."
The man's face instantly became contorted with rage. Wiping off his face, he moved to the end of the torture table and plunged his middle finger into her cunt.
"Nooooooo!" she cried. "Stop! Don't touch me there. Leave my pussy alone."
"Fuck you and your pussy, bitch!" he shouted. "I was going to be nice to you, but if you're gonna act like a fucking cunt, then that's the way you'll be treated-like a fucking cunt."
With that, he stuck two more fingers into her pussy and began to pump in and out in her cunt.
Her pussy was not wet with cunt-juice. Consequently, his rough fingers quickly made her sore. Every time that he stuck his fingers into her twat, she jerked her hips in pain.
"Please, you're hurting me. My pussy is sore," she whimpered.
"No shit, bitch!" he rasped in reply. "Well, you'd better just hope that your cunt gets nice and juicy soon or it'll hurt a whole lot more when I stick my cock into your pussy."
Judy responded to the lewd remark by writhing about on the torture table and shaking her head back and forth. She was too upset to scream, and she knew that screaming would not bring help anyway. This was a living nightmare, and she was not certain if she could maintain her sanity.
Mark kept plunging his fingers in and out of her cunt. Before long, cunt-juice began to fill her tight pussy, and she could hear a slight squishing sound each time that he sluiced his fingers into her cunt.
Beads of perspiration formed on her face and forehead, and she lifted her head to stare at the man who was finger-fucking her tight, young cunt. Mark had a strange, demonical look on his face. He looked as though he were nervous, too, as he finger-fucked her furiously.
"Y-Your cunt is getting nice and juicy now, bitch!" he shouted obscenely as he pumped her cunt with his long, thin fingers.
"Unnggghhhh!" Judy grunted as her hips began to move involuntarily to meet his finger-thrusts into her juicy cunt.
"Yeah, and you're beginning to like it, too," he added as he increased the tempo of his crude finger-fucking. "I think you are getting really turned on by me fingering your hot, little pussy, bitch!" he rasped in a strange, high-pitched voice.
"N-No," she stammered in reply. She could not let this vile and vulgar man get her turned on. She simply could not allow it. But, she had to admit, he was quite adept at finger-fucking her twat. At least he was not torturing her. And he seemed to be trying to please her sexually. Nevertheless, Judy could not forget that she was in a deplorable situation. The man was finger-fucking her and she had absolutely no control over what he did.
Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and held them up high, looking closely at his damp fingers under the light.
"Goddammit!" he said with a big grin. "Look at all of the cunt-juice I've got on my fingers. Hey, bitch!" he said as he strolled forward. "Look at this pussy-juice. This came from your cunt," he said. Then he reached down and smeared the cunt-juice from his fingers all over her face, rubbing his long, sticky fingers in her eyes and nose.
She shook her head violently in an attempt to escape the touch of his fingers which were covered with her cunt-nectar. She found the whole scene sordid and disgusting, and she gagged as he thrust his fingers deep into her mouth. In a reflex action, she bit his fingers. The moment that she did it, she knew that she had made a terrible mistake.
"Fucking bitch!" he screamed as his hand slapped her hard on the face. Her teeth rattled in her mouth as she absorbed the blow.
Staring into his face, she saw that the man was in a vicious mood. His face was red, and his entire body was shaking nervously. She sensed that Mark could get very mean and nasty. Unlike Max, who was cruel and sadistic, Mark did not seem to have any control at all over his actions. His face began to twitch nervously, and he began to sweat profusely. His features looked curiously contorted and his eyes had a far-off look about them. This man was very dangerous, she thought as she stared at him. He had no control over his actions. She found herself wishing that Max would return. At least Max seemed to have some self-control. But his friend Mark looked like a mad dog-a veritable lunatic.
Mark pulled his pants off and flung them into the corner with a dramatic gesture.
"Now, my little cunt!" he shouted. "Now, I think it is time to fuck you. What do you say to that, my little bitch!"
"I... I don't want to fuck you. Please, leave me..." In mid-sentence, she glanced curiously at the man's prick. His cock was hanging down-soft, limp, flaccid. His cock was long and thin, but it was as soft as over-cooked spaghetti.
"Well, what the fuck's your problem, bitch! You're just a fucking cunt. And I know damned well that you want me to fuck you. Are you just going to lie there? You have nothing to say, is that it?"
Judy found the whole scene quite humorous. Here was a man who fancied himself quite a stud. He stood beside her, stark naked-with a limp prick! Where the fuck is he going with a limp prick? she wondered. She tried to force back a grin, but the whole scene was so ludicrous that she could not help but smile. Then she began to laugh uproariously. She knew at once that laughing at the man was the wrong thing to do.
"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you, cunt!" he screamed loudly. "You think you're too fucking good for me, is that it, bitch!" he snorted.
His nostrils flared with anger and his face instantly became beet-red. He reached down and began jerking at his flaccid prick in a vain attempt to get a hard-on. Staring at her with eyes full of rage, he continued to shout, "Fuck you! Fuck you!"
Judy did not know what to do. She had never been in such a strange position before, and she did not have the slightest idea how to handle this crazy man. She must have insulted him by laughing, and she knew that, no matter what, she should stifle any further laughter no matter how absurd the man behaved. But she was unable to withhold her laughter. It was all so ridiculous.
"Fuck you!" he screamed again as he began to slap her repeatedly across her face. "Fuck you!"
Her face stung terribly with each smacking blow from his open hand. Her head ached badly, and after he had struck her a number of times, she ceased her hysterical laughter as she realized that this was really no laughing matter. The man was mad. He was in such a fury that he was probably capable of killing her if he kept slapping her.
"Stop!" she wailed. "Please! Don't hit me anymore! I'll do whatever you want! Fuck me! Please, fuck me!" she begged in an effort to halt his angry onslaught.
"You're making fun of me," he responded. He pouted like a small boy who had just broken a favorite toy. "You're making fun of me because my prick is too soft to fuck you," he said in a pathetic tone of voice.
Judy pitied the strange man. Although she hated the disgusting position that she had fallen into, she somehow felt like helping Mark. The man was very upset at the fact that he could not get his cock to stand up so that he could fuck her. She was also a bit perturbed because many men had lusted after her before, and, even when she was fully clothed, she could detect bulges in the crotches of men who gazed at her beautiful face and her voluptuous, ripe body. What the hell was wrong with this man, she wondered. She was perplexed. He seemed perfectly normal, except that he could not get a hard-on, even though she could tell that he was dying to fuck her tight, young pussy. Not only that, but she was ready to be fucked. Her cunt-juices were flowing freely, and he had finger-fucked her until she had almost experienced a fantastic orgasm. She hated to admit it, but it was true.
Feeling as though she needed to say something to the man, she spoke. "Calm down, Mark," she said softly. "Just take it easy, and your cock will get hard and you can fuck me if you..."
"Shut up, you fucking slut!" came the sharp voice of Suzi, who had returned from the kitchen with a thick, green cucumber in her hand.
"I was just..."
Again, Suzi cut her off in mid-sentence. "Fuck you, slut!" the woman shouted. "I said shut up, and I mean it, you little whore!"
"But..."
Before she could say another word, Suzi stepped forward, handed the cucumber to her twin brother and climbed up on the torture table.
"Here," she said as she handed the cucumber to Mark. "Take this and ram it up her cunt. If she thinks that she's too fucking good to let you fuck her, let her feel an ice-cold cucumber reaming out her pussy," she hissed. "I stuck it in the freezer for a few minutes so that it would get nice and cold."
"Nooooooo!" Judy cried. "Please, don't put that horrid thing in my little cunt. I beg of you!"
Mark paused as if awaiting further instructions from his sister. He stood like a statue, holding the ice-cold cucumber in his fist.
"Do what I told you, brother," Suzi instructed sharply. "And, while you fuck her pussy with that thick cucumber, I'll keep her occupied. My pussy needs some attention, and I do believe that this little stuck-up bitch is just the right person to suck my cunt."
Judy was dumbstruck. Shocked! Utterly astounded! Was this woman really so depraved as to make Judy suck her cunt? she wondered. The very thought of being forced to suck the vile woman's cunt almost made her sick to her stomach. Surely, she thought, people could not be so decadent! It was so unnatural. Unthinkable!
As Suzi straddled Judy's upturned face, she grabbed a thick swath of the bound beauty's pretty blonde hair and pulled her face upward into her red-thatched cunt. Rubbing her cunt roughly across Judy's ruby lips, the evil woman berated her with crude and obscene language.
"You're gonna suck my cunt until I cum, you little uppity fucking bitch!" she hissed.
Judy attempted to pull her head away from Suzi's cunt, but it was impossible. Judy was bound hand and foot, and she could not do a thing to stop the wicked woman from rubbing her cunt in her face. Judy was helpless in her position, and, even if she were not tied down to the torture table, she doubted whether it would be possible to overpower the vile woman. All that she could do was to keep her lips shut tight. She was determined that she would not suck Suzi's cunt-no matter what she and her brother did to her, she would not be so degraded.
Suzi jerked her cunt violently across Judy's mouth and face. "Open your mouth, bitch!" she growled. "Open your mouth and suck my pussy until I cum!" she commanded the helpless woman. Then, Suzi turned her head and shot a wicked stare at her brother, who stood at the foot of the table, holding the cucumber in his fist.
"Fuck her, Mark," Suzi implored her brother. "Fuck her with the cucumber."
"Okay," he replied in a monotone voice. He shoved the cucumber deep into Judy's cunt, and, as soon as the cold, hard object touched her tender, pink pussy-lips, she flinched. The cucumber jolted her and her entire body convulsed. Her cunt-muscles contracted when the cold cucumber penetrated her tight pussy. She could feel her pussy tighten and her pussy-muscles spasmed in a futile attempt to keep the thick cucumber from burrowing deep into her tight cunt.
But, it was useless to fight against the demonical duo. Every time she moved, her wrists and ankles were hurt by the ropes which bound her to the torture table. Max had told the truth, she realized. The harder she fought to free herself, the tighter the ropes would become.
With a brutal, forceful thrust, Mark rammed the cucumber all the way into her cunt, and Judy gasped in pain. As she opened her mouth to scream, Suzi pressed her cunt down hard into Judy's open mouth, forcing her clit between Judy's lips.
"Yeah, bitch!" the woman hissed. "Now you're catching on. Suck my clit, you fucking whore! Suck my clit and eat me out until I cum all over your face! Keep reaming her cunt with that cucumber," she instructed her brother as she jerked her hips and ground her cunt into Judy's open mouth.
"You bet, sis," Mark replied enthusiastically as he sawed in and out of Judy's tight cunt with the cucumber. "I'm fucking her real good, Suzi," he added with glee.
Judy was feeling sick to her stomach. She simply could not believe that this was actually happening to her. Her cunt was being reamed by a cucumber and a wicked woman was forcing her to suck her cunt. Moreover, she was tied to a table and completely helpless. There was nothing that she could do but accept the fact that these two people could do whatever they wanted to her. She was completely at their mercy-but they did not seem to have mercy.
Judy's wrists and ankles were rubbed raw by the ropes which bound her, and her face was being chafed by Suzi's pussy-hair. And her cunt was being fucked by an ice-cold cucumber. All that she could do was submit and hope that, when they were finished with her, they would let her go.
"Unnnggghhh! Aaaggghhh! I-I'm... cumming!" Suzi hissed in a gruff, strained voice. "Keep sucking my cunt!" she commanded the helpless woman.
Judy felt the woman's body convulse, and streams of cunt-juice filled her open mouth.
"Lap my cunt, you fucking slut!" Suzi commanded. "Suck up all of my pussy-juice," she said authoritatively. "Gulp it all down your fucking throat!"
Judy lapped and licked and sucked the woman's cunt until her orgasm was complete and she was satisfied.
Just as she felt Suzi relax her cunt-muscles and sit up straight, removing her cunt from Judy's raw mouth, she felt Mark swiftly pull the cucumber out of her hot, wet cunt.
For a brief moment, she was able to relax. But then, all too suddenly, she felt another hard object replace the cucumber in her seething cunt.
"I-I'm fucking her, sis!" came Mark's high-pitched voice as he rammed his hard prick into Judy's tight, juicy twat.
"Go to it, brother," Suzi answered as she slipped off of the table and slumped to the floor with a satisfied smile pasted to her face.
"Yeah, this little whore is a good fuck!" Mark shouted with glee as he pumped his cock into her cunt with fast, frantic motions.
Judy could hardly believe it. Mark's cock had grown enormously. His prick was as hard as a steel pipe. And ever so long. As his lengthy prick rammed into the seething depths of her tight, juicy pussy, she reflected on the fact that she was getting very turned on by getting fucked by this crude man. She would not have believe it possible, but as he fucked her cunt, she found that her clit was sending erotic, sexual messages to her befuddled brain. She was actually about to reach an orgasm!
"Oh, yes," she cooed. "Keep fucking me. Don't stop now. I'm... just... about... ready... to cum!" she wailed as her orgasm hit her hard, rocking her body and filling her mind with visions of lightning flashes and red-hot fireworks. Her cunt spasmed and let loose a thick stream of pussy-juice as she writhed beneath his powerful cock-thrusts.
Less than a second after she came, he began to grunt and groan. His prick pounded into her cunt with a fury and he let out a deep, shrill throaty gasp.
"Unnnggggghhhhh!" he moaned as his white-hot jism shot into her cunt.
She felt his body collapse and fall forward, slamming down on her naked tits. He lay on top of her like a dead weight, and, for an instant, she feared that he had actually died in the process of fucking her.
She was relieved when she felt his body twitch convulsively, and she heard him moan, long and low.
"Goddammit," he gasped in her ear. "That was one mighty fuck you just gave me, bitch. Son of a bitch," he muttered. "You have to be the best fuck in the world." Then, after a long pause, he qualified his statement by saying, "Yeah, you are the best fuck I've ever had, except for my sister. She's tops."
Judy was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. She had just experienced humiliation, degradation and she had been tortured and beaten by three people who she had known for less than five hours. Max had tortured her with an electric shock machine. She had been forced to suck Suzi's cunt until the vile woman came and rubbed her cunt-juice all over her mouth. She had been fucked by a cucumber and then by a strange, mixed-up man.
But, as she reflected on all of the strange things that had happened to her during the evening, she smiled at the thought that she had finally managed to reach an orgasm. The only time that she had ever cum before was when she had finger-fucked herself. Even her virile, studly husband Jim had not been able to make her cum. He had always fucked her much too fast and hard. All that he cared about, she concluded, was his own pleasure.
And now, in this strange apartment, after being bound and dominated by three strange people, she had been able to reach a real orgasm.
She tried to sort things out. It was Mark, the man who at first appeared to be impotent, who had been fucking her when she came so hard. And, his sister, Suzi, had forced her to suck her cunt. Then there was Max, who had brought her to this place.
All of them had tortured her and abused her. And yet, she had managed to reach the pinnacle of sexual stimulation. She had cum, and she had not done it by fingering her cunt. She had cum with a man's prick buried in her hot, tight pussy.
Judy smiled and a blushing, red glow of sexual satisfaction appeared on her pretty face. She was satisfied-sexually satisfied-for the first time in her life.
And that is the way that she fell asleep on the torture table. Even though she was bound hand and foot, and had been tortured and humiliated and degraded, she nevertheless fell asleep with a satisfied smile on her face. No matter what she had been forced to do, she was satisfied sexually. Her cunt was relaxed and fulfilled. For the first time in her life, Judy was truly satisfied.
Chapter Four
Judy was rudely awakened by a series of quick, hard slaps across her mouth.
"Wake up, cunt!" Max screamed. I'm taking you back to where I first met your worthless fucking ass," he said as he untied her bonds and pulled her off of the table. He dragged her cruelly into the living room, where she put her clothes back on.
Shaking her head in disgust, she addressed the man. "I don't get it at all. You brought me here, tortured me and even turned me over to your sadistic friends. And now, you plan to take me back to the El Camino Lounge, the place where we met and where you work. You sure do have a lot of fucking nerve, Max. Aren't you afraid I'm going to report you to the police or something?" she asked bluntly.
"Fuck no. I'm not worried," he replied casually as he opened the door and gestured for her to leave with him. "There's nothing that you can do to hurt me, bitch," he continued. "You need a witness to prove that I did anything illegal. Besides, you're the one who picked me up at the bar. Hell, it happens all the time. Shit, if I wanted to, I could say that you were a fucking whore, and then you would be the one in trouble, not me." He laughed loudly and, as they walked to his Corvette, he added, "Think about it, cunt. You've got nothing on me."
As Max drove her back to the El Camino Lounge, Judy thought about what he had said. She concluded that he was right. She would have to have witnesses to prove that he had abused her. And the evil twins-Mark and Suzi-were obviously on his side. Moreover, it did look bad. She had walked into the bar, had two drinks and left with Max-willingly. Anger and frustration welled up inside of her as she realized that there was no way that she could get revenge.
"Forget it," Max said. "I know exactly what you're thinking. You want to get back at me. But you can't. That's the fucking breaks, babe."
Judy scowled and pouted. She thought hard, trying to find some way to get back at the smug bastard who had put her through sheer hell.
As she stepped out of his Corvette, he squealed the wheels and burned rubber pulling away from the curb, and he shouted at her through the open window. "Take care, cunt! And, by the way, thanks for the good time! Ha! Ha! Ha!" he laughed, then added, "I'll see you tomorrow at the bar. I work the same shift." With that bold statement, he was gone.
At that very moment, Judy came up with a way of getting back at Max. She knew one way that she could hurt him. And, dammit, she resolved, she would sure as hell do it. She would get revenge on the evil bastard...
"And that's exactly what happened, Mr. Jenkins," she said with a look of concern and true sincerity. "I just thought that you should know what kind of man you have working for you here at the El Camino Lounge. This is a well-respected place, and I'm sure that you would not care to have any of your employees giving your place a bad name. That's why I came to your office to speak with you, Mr. Jenkins," she concluded.
Mr. Benjamin Jenkins had a doleful look on his face. Shaking his head in disbelief, he stared across his huge desk at Judy and spoke. "My, my," he said. "I've been in the bar business for a long time, and I've seen and heard plenty of strange things in my day, but this one really takes the cake."
"But, I'm telling the truth!" she shrieked. "Please believe me, Mr. Jenkins. Max is a crude, evil man. He's a real sadist! I swear to you that I did not make up a single word of the story. I told you exactly what happened- exactly what that crude man did to me this very evening."
Quickly Mr. Jenkins stood and stepped around the desk. He hugged Judy's shoulders, gave her a fatherly kiss on the cheek and reassured her. "I believe you, darling," he said in a patronizing tone of voice. "I've had my suspicions about Max, and now they are confirmed. I wondered if he was a little bit kinky. And now, after talking to you, I know for sure."
"Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Jenkins," she cooed as she stood and threw her arms around him. She returned his friendly kiss. "Thank you so much," she repeated as she began to turn and leave his plush office.
Upon reaching the door, she said, "Goodbye, Mr. Jenkins," and turned the doorknob, but it was locked.
The bar owner simply stared at her with doleful eyes. He looked very serious and somewhat angry.
Judy looked at him and said, "Mr. Jenkins, the door seems to be locked. Will you please open it so that I can leave now. I've told you everything I know."
"Yes, indeed you did," he replied calmly as he approached her. "But, you see, these are very serious charges that you have just made about Max. And, although I am inclined to believe your story, you have to admit that it is a bit far-fetched. After all, Max has been working for me for the past six years. I can't simply fire him without any proof. Besides, if what you say is true, I believe that it is necessary to call the police. This is really a matter for the police to solve. After all, that's what we pay taxes for, isn't it?"
"Noooooooo!" she screamed in exasperation. "No, you can't bring the police into this. They will never believe me. I have no witnesses. They will never believe me, and my reputation will be ruined. And, my husband will probably kill me."
"Now, now," Mr. Jenkins said. "Let's not get over-dramatic, Judy. If you are telling the truth, then you have nothing to fear. And I'm sure that your husband will understand."
"No," she replied. "You don't know my husband. He's a mean, nasty man. He beats me for no reason at all. If he ever heard about what happened to me, he would never forgive me, and he would surely beat me real bad." She cried hysterically and slumped to her knees on the thick carpeted floor of Mr. Jenkins' office. Burying her pretty face in her hands, she sobbed uncontrollably.
"Well, now," Jenkins said as he stood over the weeping woman. "I tell you what I'll do," he said. Reaching down, he unzipped his fly with one hand and pulled her chin up with the other. "You just suck my cock and I'll forget the whole thing. Otherwise, I think it would be best to call the police and turn the matter over to them. What do you say?"
"What?" she replied as she stared at his huge cock. Mr. Jenkins had a raging hard-on. His thick, hard cock wagged before her lips obscenely. She was repulsed. Through tear-filled eyes she could see the blue veins which stood out along the length of his big cock-shaft. Jenkins was really hot and horny. Were her ears and eyes deceiving her? she wondered. Did this seemingly nice man really demand that she give his cock a blowjob?
"You heard me, cunt!" Jenkins hissed. "Suck my cock until I cum in your sweet mouth, or I'll call the cops and you can explain your sordid scene with Max to them."
"No way!" she replied vehemently. "What the hell do you take me for, anyway?"
"I take you for the fucking slut that you obviously are, Judy," he replied calmly. "If I do call the cops, you'll have a good deal of explaining to do, now won't you?"
"B-But, I did nothing wrong!" she exclaimed indignantly.
"That's what you say," Jenkins answered flatly, his voice a bit throaty now as he moved forward and rubbed his hard cock across her eyes. "But, let's face the facts, Judy," he added. "You admit that you have no witnesses. And, knowing Max, he has plenty of witnesses to back up his side of the story. In fact, I'm one of them. I saw you come in here and pick him up."
"I didn't do that!" she cried.
"Not only did you pick Max up, but you even admitted to me that your husband beat you quite often. Perhaps you asked Max to take you to his apartment and beat you. That's the real truth, isn't it, Judy?" Jenkins spoke like an evil inquisitor. He was twisting the truth around to suit his interpretation of the facts.
Judy was terribly frightened. Everything that Jenkins said made sense-even though it was all incorrect. She had been raped by Max and his evil friends. She had not tried to pick Max up in the bar. But, the way that Mr. Jenkins twisted the truth scared her to death. She simply could not get involved with the police. Her story was incredibly kinky. And they would never believe her. Not when there were so many people who would say that she was lying. What would she do to get out of this deplorable situation? she wondered.
"Suck my cock, darling," Jenkins said, as if in answer to her unspoken question. "Just suck my cock and I promise you that I won't call the cops. Just put your little mouth around my prick and give me a real nice blowjob, then I'll open the door and let you go."
Knowing that she had no choice in the matter, Judy slipped Mr. Jenkins' cock into her mouth. She began to suck his prick slowly as tears poured down her cheeks.
"Suck it, bitch!" Jenkins commanded. "Suck my cock real good now, darling, or I'll get right on the phone to the cops and you'll have a lot of explaining to do."
Acknowledging the warning, Judy bent to the task of sucking the bar owners' big cock. She took his bulbous prick-tip between her ruby lips and licked the underside of his cock-shaft in lascivious motions.
Judy looked up and saw Jenkins grinning down at her.
"That's real nice, babe," he said lewdly. "You do know how to suck my cock real fucking nice, I gotta admit."
Pressing his hips forward, he thrust several inches of his rock-hard prick into her mouth. He groaned and grunted in heated passion as she slurped his lengthy prick into her mouth and deep down her throat.
"Unnnggghhhh! Unnggghhhh! Aaaggghhhhh!" he grunted obscenely as she sucked his mighty cock-stand.
He fucked her mouth with his cock as she knelt on the floor. Then, just as it seemed as though he were about to cum, he quickly pulled his prick out of her mouth and rubbed his cock all over her face, sticking his hot and hard cock-knob into her weeping eyes and up her nose.
"Come on now, Judy," he gasped. "You can do better than that. I'm sure that you are quite a good cock-sucker. Now, go to it. Suck my prick until I cum. Suck my prick real good and I'll let you go. If I am not satisfied with the cock-sucking job that you give my prick, then I'll have no choice but to call the cops and let them handle the matter."
He reached down and grabbed her firm tits. His fingers clasped about her tit-flesh and he thrust his prick deep into her mouth. Then, as he stroked her tits, he began to pump his thick cock hard and fast into her mouth. His hard prick quivered inside her mouth as she sucked hard in a frantic effort to please him.
"Unnggghhhh!" he groaned loudly as she sucked hard on his lengthy cock-shaft.
Her tongue flicked the underside of his bulbous cock-knob, and she lapped at his piss-slit. Judy was repelled at her lewd behavior, but she knew that she had to satisfy the man, or he would call the cops. If he did that, she would be in real trouble. She would never be able to explain the bizarre experiences of the evening. And, more than likely, when her husband Jim returned from his business trip to Chicago, he would beat her terribly. She simply had to suck his cock fervently, and make the man cum.
"Yeah, bitch!" he rasped. "You suck cock real nice. I've experienced plenty of eager cock-suckers, but you give the best blowjob I've ever had, bitch!"
Although she was disgusted by his vile language, Judy kept sucking his prick. She had to make him cum!
Suddenly, he yanked his prick out from between her sucking lips. Staggering backwards, he almost fell onto his big desk.
Judy was stunned! Was Jenkins having a heart attack? she wondered. Good God! That was all that she needed. To have to explain how Jenkins had a heart attack in his own office, while she was busy sucking his cock. Judy could do nothing but stay kneeling on the floor and wait until Jenkins either recovered or fell over dead.
With mixed emotions, she watched Mr. Jenkins rise to his feet and come at her.
"I'm gonna fuck you, cunt!" he screamed angrily as he kicked her to the floor. She lay sprawled out with her face pressing into the thick carpet.
"Noooo!" she shouted in protest. "Please, leave me alone! Call the police! Do anything, but don't fuck me! I've taken all that I can stand," she cried.
But Jenkins paid no mind to her protestations. He gripped her ass-cheeks tightly and pulled her ass up to meet his giant cock-stand. With a hoarse grunting sound, he buried the head of his thick, hard prick into her asshole!
"Aaaaiiieeeee!" she cried as his prick-knob entered her nether-hole. His hard cock-tip stretched the muscles in her asshole beyond belief. Never in her life had she even thought that a man might actually attempt to impale her tight and tender asshole with his hard prick. But, whether she chose to believe it or not, it was happening at this very moment. Mr. Jenkins, who possessed an unusually large cock, was sweating profusely as he wormed his prick-tip into her tight anal passage. The pain was unbearable and she cried loudly and wriggled her hips in a valiant attempt to move her asshole out of the way of his huge prick.
"Don't fight me, bitch!" he commanded briskly as his prick rammed into her tight asshole. "Don't fight me or you'll be very sorry," he said.
"Good God!" she replied. "You can't do that to me. You just can't fuck me in my tight little asshole. It... It's not right! It's unnatural! Please, stop!" she pleaded. But her pleas of pain and anguish were to no avail.
"I'm gonna fuck your asshole, bitch!" he shouted. "There is not a fucking thing that you can do to stop me now. I want to bury my cock in your asshole and fuck the living shit out of you. I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, bitch! Resign yourself to the fact that Mr. Jenkins is going to butt-fuck you. Because if you try to fight me, I'll make matters very rough on you."
"Nooooo!" she wailed in an angry, frustrated protest. "You fucking bastard, prick, son of a bitch!" she cursed as he ground his hips furiously in an attempt to plunge more of his prick into her tight and tender nether-hole.
"Yes!" he shouted in response. And, with a mighty plunge, he pushed forward and rammed his rock-hard prick into the very depths of her tight asshole.
The moment that Jenkins buried his cock in her asshole, it seemed as though the intense pain that she had felt initially had turned into a sort of numb pleasure. As she straddled his raging prick that was buried to the hilt in her tight asshole, an unexpected wave of sensual pleasure came over her. She could feel a sense of delicious sexual rapture building in her cunt as his stiff prick pounded unmercifully into her butt-hole. Jenkins was rough and hard. He was forcing her to take his cock deep into her asshole. And, much to her surprise and dismay, she actually liked it. She found it difficult to believe, but she actually was getting turned on by getting fucked in the asshole by Jenkins' hard, stiff prick.
"Yeah, now you're getting into the action, bitch!" Jenkins rasped. He moved his arms forward and pinned her head and shoulders to the floor with a full-Nelson strangle-hold that she had seen professional wrestlers use against their opponents.
"You're hurting me!" she wailed in agony as her head hit the floor with a sickening thump.
"Fuck you, cunt!" he shouted at her. "I'm fucking your asshole, bitch! Don't you know what that means?"
"I-I'm not... sure... what... that means," she stammered in reply.
"I'm taking you in the asshole, bitch!" he snarled. "I'm fucking your ass, you dumb cunt!"
Judy was petrified with fear. Was Jenkins hurting her? She felt as though her asshole was being torn apart, ripped in two. The pain overwhelmed her, but, most important, she felt waves of obscene pleasure-sexual pleasure -building in her cunt and a tingling sensation emanating from her sensitive clit-nubbin as the man rammed his prick into the seething depths of her asshole.
"Goddamn, your asshole sure feels nice and tight," he whispered obscenely as he continued to ram his prick deep into her nether-hole. "You sure have a nice fucking ass. Fuck it! I've never shoved my prick into a tighter asshole, bitch. I'm sure you had a virgin asshole before you met me, isn't that right?"
"Y-Yes, Mr. Jenkins," she responded as she gasped with pleasure and pain. "I did... have... a virgin... asshole before you... fucked me," she stammered.
"Goddammit!" he said exultingly. "I thought so. I took your virgin asshole, bitch. Don't ever forget that. Good old Benjamin Jenkins took your virgin asshole. Yeah!" he exclaimed.
"All that I know is that it hurts, Mr. Jenkins," she gasped as she pushed her hips upward to meet his hard cock-thrusts into her tight nether-hole. "It hurts when you fuck my tight asshole. But... but... at the same time," she gasped, "it feels kind of good."
"You better fucking believe it, bitch!" he said crudely. "A pretty little lady like you was bound to get ass-fucked sooner or later," he added, "so you ought to count your lucky stars that you cane across me, because I do appreciate a nice tight asshole when I find one. And, believe me, I am an experienced butt-fucker. If you can't get off with me fucking your asshole, you'll never get off by getting butt-fucked. So get into it. Dig the tight, hard feeling of my cock in your asshole. Work with it, and you'll reach an orgasm. I promise you!"
"I'm trying," she gasped in response. "I... have to... admit, your... cock ... does feel real nice in my tight asshole," she admitted. "But, it seems so perverted to be fucked in the asshole. It just doesn't seem right."
"Whatever feels good is right, Judy," he answered. "Now, listen to me. Tighten the muscles in your ass and jerk back to meet my cock when I ram it up your behind. You'll enjoy it. Trust me," he implored.
Without saying a word, she trusted Mr. Jenkins and did as he said. She used all of her strength to tighten her sphincter muscles around his raging, hard cock and she prepared herself to receive his next cock-thrust.
Just as Judy tightened her sphincter muscles, Jenkins rammed his hard prick into her asshole as deep as he possibly could. He drove his cock hard into her ass, sending Judy into an absolute frenzy that drove her wild.
"Stop! Please stop now! Your cock is too big for my little asshole," she pleaded as she flailed her sweat-dampened blonde hair about on the carpet.
Judy felt as though the man's huge cock was mauling the inside of her asshole.
Again, he plunged his diamond-cutter into her nether-hole, and again she screamed in pain. "Aaaiiieeeee! It hurts! Stop! Please stop!" she wailed as his prick impaled her tight ass.
Desperately, she tried to loosen her muscles and relieve the pain that coursed through her body, but his prick was burrowing deeper and deeper into her seething asshole, and his cock simply would not allow her muscles to relax.
All feelings of pleasure disappeared immediately as he rammed his cock balls-deep into her asshole. Faster and faster, harder and harder, he shoved his prick up her ass.
Grunts and groans and snarling growls accompanied his powerful onslaught as his prick reamed out her asshole.
"Unnnggghhhh! Aaaggghhhh! Yeah, get it bitch! Take all of my big cock into that hot fucking ass of yours!" he shouted obscenely. He rocked forward in a final lurch and pumped his prick into her nether-hole until his hot jism began to shoot into her ass.
Jenkins kept ramming his drooling prick into her asshole until his passion was spent and his cum oozed down her creamy thighs.
Judy simply lay on the floor, weeping a torrent of big tears. Her mind was awash with a myriad of thoughts. She felt as though life were no longer worth living. In one evening, she had been so terribly and wantonly used and abused that nothing seemed to matter. Thoughts of suicide passed through her mind. Momentarily, she actually decided that she would commit suicide. If people were so cruel and evil as to take advantage of her when she was helpless to defend herself, then what was the point of going on? she pondered.
"I can't take it anymore," she whimpered in a barely audible voice. "I just can't take it anymore. I'll kill myself. I swear, I'll just kill myself. It's not worth it to me... to live in such an unjust, inhumane world full of cruel, sadistic people." Her voice grew louder and became full of rage and undiminished anger. "Fuck you, Mr. Jenkins!" she shouted at the man who had just ass-fucked her.
"Now, calm down, Judy," Jenkins said softly.
"You calm down, you fucking bastard!" she screamed at him. "Fuck you and fuck your goddamned bartender Max, and fuck his sleazy fucking friends too!" She was screaming maniacally now, and she was in a frenzy.
Mr. Jenkins became quite concerned. He feared that Judy would flip out completely, right there in his office above the bar. If she screamed much louder, the police would surely be called. And, although Jenkins had held the threat of calling the cops over Judy's head to get her to suck him and let him ass-fuck her, the last thing that he really wanted was to have a bunch of snooping cops running all over his place. The El Camino Lounge had a fine reputation in San Diego, and Jenkins meant to keep it that way.
"Stop it this minute, young lady!" he rasped.
"Fuck you, Jenkins!" she hissed in reply.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Jenkins smacked her three times in quick succession, and, sure enough, she stopped screaming.
Judy fell to the floor and curled up. She looked like a well-worn rag doll that had been tossed on the ground. She broke down and wept quietly.
"I've got to get you the fuck out of here before you get us both thrown in jail," Jenkins said as he picked up the telephone. "You are bad fucking news, woman," he added as he dialed a number.
Judy listened intently as he spoke into the telephone. "Hey, Jake," he said calmly. "I've got a bit of a problem here at the bar. In my office. I've got to get a woman out of here in some discreet way that will not bring any attention. You can take her out the back way, through my private entrance. Okay?" After a pause, Jenkins spoke again, "Come on, Jake. I really need your help this time. I'll pay you well. Yeah, don't worry about it. I'll make it worth, your while, believe me."
Jenkins seemed pleased with Jake's response. He smiled widely and, pulling off his tie, he knelt over Judy's naked body.
"This is just to make sure that you don't flip out and make too much noise," he said as he slipped the tie through her lips and tied it tightly behind her head. She was gagged, and, when she tried to cry out, the only noise that she could make was a low, muffled sound.
Chapter Five
Jake arrived in fifteen minutes. Judy shook with fear when she first set eyes on the man. He was a hulk of a man, without a doubt the biggest, strongest man that she had ever seen. He looked as though he weighed at least 350 pounds, and every ounce of it was solid muscle.
"All right, Jenkins," the huge man said as he stepped into the plush office. "I'm here, and I'll help you out again, but it's gonna cost you a pretty fucking penny this time."
"Yeah, sure, Jake," Mr. Jenkins replied as he dabbed his perspiration-dampened forehead with a handkerchief. "Whatever you say is okay with me. How much do you want to handle this problem for me?" he said as he pointed to Judy, who knelt in the corner with her mouth gagged.
Frightened out of her wits, Judy wondered what Jenkins meant by that dreadful remark. What was going to happen to her? she thought. Surely, they would not hurt her, she reassured herself. But, as she stared at the hulking man named Jake, she could not help trembling with fear. He was indeed an awesome character.
Jake looked over at the woman, and a huge grin came over his thick face. He leered at her with the unmistakable look of lust in his dark eyes.
"Hey, Jenkins," he drawled with a lewd grin as he stepped forward and eyed Judy. "Your taste is getting much better, pal. She's a helluva lot better looking than most of the dames you fuck around with." Turning to look straight at Jenkins, he added, "I bet she's a tasty little morsel, huh?" He poked Jenkins in the ribs and laughed loudly. "You have a nice time with this little bitch, Jenkins?"
Jenkins flinched when the big man poked him in the ribs. He affected a mock smile, shook his head and said, "Come on, Jake, that's private business. Don't mess with me, please. Just get her the fuck out of here, will you? She's bad fucking news, man. I need your help and I'll pay you a good price for disposing of her. Now, how much do you want?"
Disposing of her? Judy thought with anguish. What in the hell did Jenkins mean by that comment? she wondered. Surely, they did not plan to kill her... or did they? She shuddered and wept. She would do anything if only they would spare her life. She wanted to tell them that, but the horrible gag kept her from speaking.
She made muffled grunting noises to attract their attention, but all they did was laugh at her.
"I'm not sure how much it'll cost you, Jenkins," Jake said calmly. "This little bitch is a pretty fucking cunt. She must have friends. I'd be sticking my neck out pretty far. It's gonna cost you a lot this time," he said as he punctuated his remarks with solid pokes into Jenkins' ribs.
"She's from out of town. She doesn't know a fucking soul in San Diego, Jake. You won't have any problem. Just do a nice clean job like you always do, and there won't be any problem, I swear it."
"Two grand," the big man quickly replied. "I want two grand for this little beauty. The prettier they are, the more it's gonna cost you, Jenkins."
"Okay, okay. You've got it," Jenkins replied as he walked to his desk and pulled a wad of bills out of the top drawer. He counted out two thousand dollars in hundreds and handed them to Jake. "Just do it right, Jake. No fuck ups, okay?"
"Hey, man," Jake said as he snatched the bills out of Jenkins' trembling hand. "Relax. You know me. I've got a good reputation. I'm the best hit-man in the whole fucking state of California. Don't sweat it, Jenkins."
"Okay, okay," Jenkins said nervously. "Just get her the hell out of here." I want to go down to the bar and put in an appearance so that I can cover my ass in case there are any fuck ups. I trust you, Jake. You're the best. I trust you."
With that, Jenkins turned to leave. On his way out the door, he turned and looked at Judy. "It's been nice knowing you, and I'm sorry it has to end this way, but I can't take any chances." Judy looked up, but Jenkins was gone.
Judy was alone with Jake-a professional hit-man. A paid murderer! And he had just been paid to kill her!
"Well, now, let's get you downstairs," Jake said as he lifted her and carried her out the back door.
She trembled as he carried her to a big black Cadillac that was parked under the stairs. He opened the trunk and threw her roughly inside.
"Say your prayers, bitch!" the big man hissed as he closed the trunk.
About an hour passed before Jake finally pulled the car to a stop and turned off the ignition.
Judy feared that the man would kill her, so she spent the entire time praying.
"Okay, now," the man said calmly as he opened the trunk. "Time to get out. We're gonna make a little rest stop here."
He picked her up and carried her inside a dirty wooden cabin. It was pitch black and she heard locusts chirping. There were no other sounds to be heard.
"We gotta wait here for a while," Jake said as he flung her roughly to the floor. "But, there ain't no reason why we can't have some fun while we wait for my friends to get here and take you off my hands."
Judy was terribly confused. She thought that Jake was simply going to kill her, but now he was speaking as though he were going to turn her over to some other people. What in the world was happening? she wondered, but she was pleased to learn that she would now be allowed to live-at least for a little while longer.
The big man ungagged Judy and, as she moved her hand toward her mouth to rub her aching jaws, he hit her hard. Whack! Whack!
"How do you like that, bitch!" he snarled angrily. "Well?" He rested on his knees and straddled her face. "What the fuck's your problem, you fucking cunt? Cat got your tongue or something?"
"No-No," she replied weakly. "I just don't know why you hit me, that's all," she explained. "What did I do wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing at all. But you ain't got to do anything wrong to get me pissed off. I'm a mean mother-fucker, you see. I sometimes feel like hitting people, especially pretty women."
"But, I don't understand," she cried.
Whack! Whack! Two more times, he hit her in the mouth. Her teeth and gums felt numb and, for a moment, she feared that he had knocked all of her teeth out. The man was so terribly strong, and she was afraid that he was also quite strange.
Without saying so much as a single word, Jake grabbed her by the arms and flung her across the room. Her body slammed hard into the opposite wall. She bounced off the wall and fell to the floor like a rag doll. Her head was dizzy and ached and she felt as though she had been run over by a truck.
As she opened her eyes, she saw him coming at her, and instinctively, she rolled to the side in an attempt to get away.
"Fuck you, cunt!" he shouted obscenely. "If you think that you're fast enough to get away from me, you are sorely mistaken," he added as he picked her up by the ankles and began to swing her around and around in circles.
"Oh, God! What are you doing?" she cried as she became dizzy and nearly vomited.
The huge brute of a man flung her across the room and, once again, she bounced off the wall. Falling to the floor, she almost fainted.
"I'm practicing, bitch!" he rasped. "I'm a wrestler on the weekends, and I'm so fucking big and strong that I have trouble getting sparring partners. I sometimes get carried away and but them up real bad... send them to the fucking hospital even."
"Good God, no! Don't hurt me! Please!" she wailed.
"Well, shit!" he replied angrily. "You ain't no fun to wrestle anyway. Besides, I have better things planned for you," he said cruelly as he straddled her tear-streaked face. "Unzip my pants," he commanded her flatly.
"I-I don't want to," she answered.
"I don't give a flying fuck what you want, cunt," he said. "Unzip my pants right now or I'll fling your ass around this room until you're nothing but a mess of broken bones."
She flinched in fear, and, with trembling hands, she reached up and unzipped his pants.
"Now, take my cock out," he demanded lewdly.
She was weeping fitfully. But, Jake had a very bad temper, and she was not about to disobey him at this point. Her body ached from head to toe from the beating that he had already inflicted upon her frail, but beautiful figure. Reaching inside of his pants, she felt his thick cock. She pulled it out of his pants and stared in awe at his mammoth cock. Even though his prick was soft, it was a mighty prick.
"Good God!" she gasped as she held his prick up to her eyes and gazed at his monstrous unit. His balls flopped out of his pants and, again she was stunned. His balls were as big as baseballs.
"Ha, ha." He laughed crudely. "I knew that would get a rise out of you." Then he smiled and asked, "Tell me the truth, have you ever seen a prick and a pair of balls the size of mine?"
"Never," she gasped. "Never in my life have I seen a man that was so... so well-developed," she added with a distinct awe-struck look pasted on her face.
"Yeah," he said. "I'm kinda proud of my cock and my nuts," he said smugly. "There ain't nobody in the whole world with anything near my size."
Judy noticed that he was still smiling, and his rough features appeared to soften somewhat. He spoke in a kind, almost affectionate tone and stared down at her almost lovingly. She sensed that if she stroked his ego, perhaps she could manipulate him into letting her go. She decided that, even though it was degrading, she would pretend to worship his giant cock.
"My, I sure do believe it, Jake," she cooed affectionately. "You have a beautiful cock. And your nuts are lovely too. They're so big. You must be real proud of your wonderful prick and balls." Looking up at his face, she saw him cock his head and slit his eyes, as if he distrusted her. Then she felt relief as he smiled broadly again.
"Yeah, it helps to be well-hung," he said proudly.
"Well, you sure are well-hung," she cooed.
"Fuck you!" he rasped. "I can tell that you're making fun of me, and I don't like it one bit," he said nastily. "Now suck my cock, and suck it right if you know what's good for you." Plunging forward, he shoved his prick into her mouth.
His prick grew the moment it entered her hot mouth. "Suck it, bitch!" he commanded. "Lap and lick my cock, you whore!"
He grabbed her head and jerked it back and forth across the length of his prick. His bulbous cock-knob bobbed in and out of her mouth as she slurped and sucked his mammoth cock.
"Unnggghhh! Aaagghhhh!" he gasped loudly and obscenely as he pumped his prick hard and deep into her tight, hot mouth. "Yeah!" he shouted. "You are a damned good little cocksucker, you fucking cunt! Unnnggghhhh!" Grabbing her wrists, he placed her hands on his ass and shouted at her. "Hold onto my ass. Get a nice hard grip on my ass and pull my prick into your mouth, bitch!"
She was utterly humiliated. It was disgusting-being forced to suck and lick the big man's prick. And now, he commanded her to hold his ass and actually assist him in raping her mouth with his hard cock. His cock was so big, and it kept growing. It seemed as though every time that she slurped his prick into her mouth, it grew another inch. It was so degrading to be used in such a vile and obscene manner.
But, knowing that she had no choice, she went about the task of sucking the man's mighty cock. Pulling him forward, she stuffed her mouth full of his thick, hard prick.
"Unnggghhhh!" he groaned loudly. "You sure have a nice hot mouth-just perfect for sucking my prick. Unngghhhh! Now, take one of your hands and play with my big balls you filthy whore!" he commanded.
Judy could hardly believe her ears. This crude, vile man called her a "filthy whore." She wanted to protest, and she would have, but, with his rock-hard cock buried deep in her mouth, there was no way she could utter a single word.
"Yeah, you little fucking slut!" he exclaimed as he wiggled his hips and ground his prick-tip against the back of her throat. "That's it!"
She hefted his balls in one hand and gripped his ass with the other. His nut-sac felt tight and leathery, and damp with sweat. She felt as though she were about to throw up. Her stomach felt queasy, and she gagged violently. Then she began to cough, but his prick was still pumping into her mouth, ramming into the sides of her cheeks and the back of her sore throat. The pain was agonizing and she felt as though she would choke to death on her own vomit if she did not stifle her retching. Using every ounce of strength that she possessed, she managed to keep from getting sick, but she still felt terribly ill. A strange assortment of thoughts flooded her confused mind.
"Suck my cock nice and hard, you slut!" he rasped as he plunged forward, ramming his hard cock deep into her throat. His prick was now so huge and hard that her jaws were aching. His cock literally filled her entire mouth. And there were still several more inches of his cock-shaft that were outside of her sucking mouth.
Suddenly, he lurched forward and shot a huge wad of thick jism down her throat. "Unnggghhhh!" he gasped.
"Lap it up, bitch!" he snorted angrily. "Drink my cum, you filthy whore. Drink it all down your throat, bitch!" Faster and faster he rammed his prick in and out of her aching mouth as white-hot jism spurted in jet streams into her mouth.
Desperately, she tried to keep from choking on his jism. She had to hang on, she thought. If she started to choke on his cock now, she knew that he would beat her terribly. And, she knew that the big man did not have much self-control. He was brutal and mean, and he did not know his own strength. If he flung her across the room once more, she feared that he would break her neck or her back. She simply had to keep milking the jism from his cock-knob and hope that she could drink all of his cum down without choking.
Finally, after she had drunk most of his jism, he leaned back and slowly pulled his half-hard cock out from between her lips. It seemed to take forever, and she knew that he was purposely pulling his cock out of her mouth as slowly as possible.
He let out a long, low moan of sexual ecstasy as his prick slithered obscenely out of her mouth. "Aaaaaaggggghhhh," he grunted. "You sure do know how to suck my cock, bitch," he said. "Yeah, that was a fine blowjob."
The big, crude man wiped his drooling prick all over her face and laughed wickedly.
Judy gulped his jism down her throat, swallowing every thick drop of the cum that had shot out of Jake's prick. He watched her as she gulped his cum down.
But, Jake had shot such a large amount of jism into her sucking mouth that she could not even swallow it all. Some of his cum dripped obscenely down her lips and cheeks.
Jake thought that it was all very funny. He laughed and laughed at the wretched woman who lay beneath his dangling cock and balls. Thick droplet of jism continued of fall from his cock-slit and drip lewdly all over Judy's upturned face.
Reaching down, Jake squeezed the base of his thick cock-shaft and a large drop of cum came out of his prick-tip.
"Lick the tip of my prick, bitch!" he commanded the frightened and humiliated woman beneath his cock and balls.
Judy felt as though she had no choice whatsoever in the matter. She had to lick his prick-tip, to lick and lap the rest of the cum that flowed from his cock. If she refused to finish the blowjob that she had started-and finish it exactly the way that Jake wanted it done-there was no telling what the hulk of a man would do to her.
So, without hesitation, although she felt sick to her stomach, her tongue flicked out of her mouth and lapped the sticky cum-drop that had formed on the tip of Jake's huge, flaccid prick. She hoped and prayed that he would be satisfied, and that her debasement would end soon. But, she was not so lucky.
"Hey, you little slut, you really get off on licking my cock, don't you. First, you gave me a first-rate cock-sucking, and now you look like you really enjoy eating my cum and swallowing it. Damn, you are a hot little cunt, aren't you?"
He laughed heartily and looked at her as though he actually expected her to answer his lewd remark. Smack! Smack! He hit her hard, and she shrieked in pain.
"Noooo! Please don't hit me again! I beg of you! Please! Anything!" she wailed. "Do you want me to say that I loved sucking your cock? Is that it?" she asked imploringly, her pretty blue eyes wide with fright.
"Up your asshole, you snotty little cunt!" he growled as he stood up, zipped his pants and walked quickly into the kitchen.
This was her chance, she thought. Rising to her feet, she tiptoed quietly to the door, opened it, and fled as fast as her feet could carry her into the night.
It was cold, and goose bumps formed on her exposed ass and tit-flesh. She shivered, but she kept on running into the darkness. She simply had to get away from that dreary little house-away from the evil man Jake.
On and on, faster and faster, she ran until her side ached terribly and she felt as though her breath would soon give out. But she kept going, because if she stopped, he might catch her.
Finding a narrow path which seemed to lead through the woods, she began to follow it. The moon was just bright enough to provide light and show her the way along the narrow, winding path of escape.
Finally, her side knotted in a sharp cramp which hurt so much that it stopped her dead in her tracks. She fell to the ground and doubled up into a ball, holding her aching side and gasping for air. Her tits heaved as she sucked air into her lungs.
After a few moments, she began to feel much better. Sitting up, she cocked her ear and listened carefully to hear if Jake were behind her.
In the faraway distance, she heard Jake's low voice bellowing in the night. She felt a great sense of relief, knowing that he was nowhere near. She had escaped the evil man. She was alive and free. Somehow, she thought-somehow-she would manage to survive. How would she find her way out of the woods? she wondered. She shivered in the cold night air and heard the strange sounds of animals and bugs. Were there wolves in these woods? she thought fearfully. Would she be attacked by wild animals? And, most important, where was she?
There seemed to be only one logical thing to do-she would follow the moonlit path to its end. No matter how long it took her, no matter how cold she became, she would survive. Determined to live through the nightmare, she picked herself up and walked briskly down the path, stumbling and falling over rocks which were hidden in the deep undergrowth beneath her bare feet.
Her body was racked with unbearable pain, and her mind was filled with shock and indignation at the thought of the terrible ordeals that she had been through. But, she thought, she would survive. No matter what problems she encountered on the way back to a decent, civilized life, she would survive!
Chapter Six
After stumbling along the dark, dreary path for about two hours, Judy's heart skipped a beat as she came upon an open area. She clambered anxiously up a small hill and stood upon a narrow, paved roadway.
She sighed with relief and spoke out loud, "Thank heavens, this is a road! I'll wait until morning and, surely, someone will be along to help me. Thank..."
A hairy, clammy hand tightened about her mouth, cutting off her prayer of thanks in mid-sentence. Judy's cold body convulsed with anguish as she felt a warm tongue slither into her ear.
She wanted to scream, but the hand held her mouth closed.
A throaty voice hissed into her ear. "Well, my little one. You certainly are a predictable fucking bitch. You must be Judy. Jake told us that you had probably followed the path through the woods, and that path ends right here. So we just came out here and waited for you. Now, get your fucking ass in gear, honey, and don't try screaming because my buddy and I would not like that one bit, and we'd probably decide to kick your fucking ass if you managed to upset us in any way. You got it?" he asked as he released his firm grip on her mouth.
"Y-Yes, I... get it," she replied in a frightened stammering voice. Judy sobbed uncontrollably. Tears poured down her face and she wept loudly.
Snaaaaap! A whip flailed her naked ass-cheeks. The whip stung her and caused her to flinch and fall down on the ground. Snap! Snap! Snap! The whip continued to fall upon her ass-cheeks, and when she rolled over to escape the punishing lash, the whip caught her tender tits and flailed her ripe nipples.
"Ouch, no! Ouch!" Judy cried as the whip bit into her tender naked flesh. She rolled about on the cold ground in a desperate attempt to escape the bite of the evil whip. But her frantic motions were in vain. The lash kept descending and striking her in her tits and on her ass, and, finally, the leather lash struck her directly on her clit. She screamed and rolled in the dirt.
And the beating stopped.
Relieved beyond belief, Judy looked up at her tormentor. The man looked to be about average height and weight, and, except for the evil-looking black leather horsewhip that he gripped in one hand, he did not look especially frightening or dangerous. What was he beating her for? she wondered. And what did he want from her?
Suddenly, she remembered him saying that Jake had directed him to the very spot at which she had come upon the paved road. The realization that this man was linked in some evil way to Jake stunned her, and hit her like an earthquake. It was simply too horrible to be true!
"Well, well, my little slut," the man said. "I think you've been tamed a bit by my whip. Now, get your sweet young ass up off the ground and start walking," he directed as he pointed with the tip of the whip in the direction he wished her to travel.
As she stood up on shaky legs, shivering in the chilly night air, she wept and slowly began to walk down the road. At first, she thought of breaking into a run and trying to escape. But, knowing that she was too tired and cold and confused to manage it, she instantly gave up the fleeting thought of escape. The wicked man with the whip would surely catch her and beat her badly for disobeying his commands.
They walked about a hundred yards before Judy caught sight of a Ford van which was parked on the side of the otherwise deserted road. As they neared the van, she detected a short, stocky man who was standing by the vehicle, smoking a cigarette and waiting.
"What are you going to do with me?" Judy asked the man with the whip as they walked in the darkness.
"Now what do you think we're gonna do with you, bitch?" the man said.
"I-I don't know. Are you... going to... kill me?"
"We just might do that, bitch," he replied. "If you give us any crap, that's exactly what well do. And, let me warn you, my buddy and me, we don't especially want to kill you, because we paid good fucking money to get a hold of you, and we'd hate to lose it by killing you. So, if we do kill you, we'll be plenty pissed-off, and we're liable to make you suffer plenty in the process. You understand, don't you?" he hissed as he flicked the whip across her bare shoulders.
"Ouch!" she shrieked.
"Shit, that's nothing. You probably don't even know the fucking meaning of pain," he taunted.
"Please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want, just please don't hurt me."
The man signaled his buddy to get in the cab of the van. Then he opened the rear doors of the van and shoved Judy inside. Pushing her hard, she fell face forward on the carpeted interior.
"I hope you like the accommodations," the man quipped as he leapt in after her.
The driver looked back and, after he saw that both of his passengers were inside of the van, he started the engine and drove down the dark road.
"Roll over, bitch!" the man ordered, punctuating his command with a slashing blow from his whip that caused her to wince in pain and agony.
She rolled over, and he promptly produced ropes, with which he tied her-spread-eagled-on the floor of the van.
"Ha! Ha!" he laughed as he leered at the helpless woman. "You are a real sight for sore fucking eyes, cunt," he taunted. "But, you know something? You aren't too bad to look at. In fact, you're a pretty little bitch. Nice tits," he enthused as his clammy hands explored her ripe, up thrust tits.
Judy jerked her hips sideways in a frantic effort to escape his lascivious pawing of her tender tit-flesh. But it was useless. She was securely bound, and in her spread-eagled position, she was totally helpless. "Please leave me alone," she begged in a weak voice. "I've been through so much already. I-I just don't think I can stand any more abuse."
"Shit, you fucking slut. You really piss me off. Here I am massaging your nice tits and you say I'm abusing you. I get the feeling that you don't like me. Is that right, cunt? You don't care for me at all, do you?"
"No, I hate you!" she blurted. The instant that she said it, she knew that it was a terrible mistake. The man's widened in hate and anger, and his hands clawed at her ripe tit-flesh. He raked his fingernails across her tits and pinched her nipples cruelly.
"That was not a wise thing to say, cunt," he stated bluntly. "I have to punish you for that statement. You really should consider your words more carefully when you are talking to me."
She cried in pain as he pinched her nipples, but the man seemed half-crazed and capable of doing anything to her. He had the most sinister look on his face. She was weak and frightened but still she strained at the ropes which bound her in the van. It was useless to resist, and even while she struggled, she knew that she could not get free. The ropes were digging painfully into her tender skin. Realizing that she was merely wasting her energy, she stopped her senseless struggled and, pouting and crying, she looked into the man's cruel eyes, hoping to find a trace of sympathy. There was none.
"Please forgive me," she begged. "I didn't mean it. Really I didn't. I don't hate you," she lied.
"Up your fucking cunt, you whore," he said as he moved toward the back of the van and rummaged around in the tool box.
"No, believe me, I'm sorry," Judy pleaded.
"You had your chance, cunt," the man muttered as he pulled out a long, steel crowbar. "Now I'm going to teach you a little lesson."
"But, I didn't mean anything by..." She gasped as she felt the cold, hard steel crowbar slip between her pink pussy-lips. "Good God! Don't put that in my pussy! You'll tear me to shreds!" she wailed.
"If I do rip your cunt up, it'll be your fault, you fucking foul-mouthed slut," he hissed as he inched the crowbar deeper into her tight young cunt. He worked the iron bar back and forth inside of her pussy, rubbing the tip of the bar against the walls of her cunt-sheath.
"Mmmmmmmmmmppphhhhhhh... no... please... don't," she gasped in a muffled voice. She tried to move away from the horrid crowbar that was buried in her cunt, but every time that she pulled her hips back, the man pushed the crowbar deeper into her pussy. There was no way to escape the steel crowbar that sawed in and out of her tight cunt.
"Hey, now your pussy's starting to work real nice, bitch!" the man enthused. "Yeah! Hell, your cunt's getting all lathered up with hot cunt-oils now. It looks like you enjoy the feeling of a crowbar fucking your tight, hot pussy."
"Noooooo!" she wailed in reply. "It's terrible. It-It's disgusting. Please, take that awful thing out of my pussy. I beg of you."
"Not a fucking chance, you whore," he answered coldly. "I can tell by all the cunt-juice you're putting out that you are a hot little bitch. Shit! Your cunt is seething," he said in amazement.
He continued to pump the crowbar into her cunt, and stared at her pussy. Each time that the crowbar rammed into her cuntal depths, pussy-juice gushed out of her twat and flowed down the steel length of the crowbar.
She writhed about on the floor of the van. It was useless to resist, but the degradation of getting fucked by a crowbar was simply too great for her to bear. She just wanted to get away from that horrid steel crowbar, and from the evil man who kept ramming it into her cunt. She could hardly believe that this decadent scene was happening to her. In the past day, she had experienced a great number of bizarre things. She had been terribly abused and mistreated by many different people. But this was the worst, she thought. She was being fucked by a crowbar!
"Yeah, now move your ass in time with the crowbar, bitch!" the man commanded.
"Nooooo, I won't!" she rasped, trying to maintain some shred of dignity before the horrid assault.
"Well, you better had, or this piece of steel is gonna tear your cunt to pieces," he remarked with an evil grin. The lecherous look on his face told her that he was not kidding in the least.
So she did as she was told. She began to move her hips rhythmically in time with the plunging movements of the crowbar which pumped in and out of her tight, juicy cunt. And, much to her surprise, the hard steel bar began to feel kind of good! She could hardly believe it, but her clit began to tingle and twitch as the bar sluiced in and out of her tight, hot twat.
"Ohhhhh! Oh, my God!" she gasped. "It... It's... starting to get me... hot," she said in a whimpering tone of voice. Her hateful emotions and the extreme humiliation that she felt were somehow being overcome and replaced with lewd feelings of unfulfilled sexual passion and need. She wanted to reach an orgasm-to climax. She wanted to cum in the worst way.
"Well," the man said as he unzipped his trousers. "If you're starting to get turned on, it's time for me to shove my cock up your pussy. Yeah!" he exclaimed. "I'm gonna fuck the hell out of your hot little twat, you whore."
Leaving the crowbar buried in her seething cunt, he quickly stripped off his pants and prepared to fuck the helpless woman.
"Please don't fuck me!" she cried. The very thought of the man raping her cunt brought her to her senses. All thoughts of reaching an orgasm ceased instantly. But, although she hated to admit the truth, it seemed as though her hips kept jerking in a frantic effort to keep the crow bar moving in her seething pussy. She really did want to cum, but she had to deny her sexual feelings if she were to maintain any dignity at all. She could not give in to this cruel, sadistic man who was preparing to rape her.
The man pulled the crowbar out of her cunt, and as it passed between her swollen pussy-lips, she heard a lewd sucking noise. He heard the noise too, and remarked, "You just hate to have me pull that crowbar out of your cunt, don't you?" He laughed heartily, tossed the crowbar into the back of the van, and mounted her.
Grunting obscenely, he plunged his hard prick into her tight, hot pussy.
"Unnggghhhhh! Fuck! You do have a nice cunt, bitch!" he exclaimed loudly. "Just right! It fits around my prick just right!" He began to pump his throbbing cock into her seething cunt. Jerking back and forth in swift movements, he rammed his hard cock into her twat. At the same time, he licked circles around her taut nipples, and they grew hard and pointed with his lewd caresses.
"Ohhhhh, good God," she moaned. She tried to think of something to say, something that would make him stop raping her. But she could not think of anything but the lustful sensations which pulsed through her clit, pussy and nipples. The crude man was turning her on in a big way. She had absolutely no control over her body.
"Yeah, slut," he hissed. "You like it. You like my cock inside of your cunt. Admit it, bitch. You enjoy having me fuck you. Admit it!" he demanded.
He wanted her to answer, and she knew it. But she was too degraded to admit that it felt good. If she admitted that she enjoyed getting raped by the man, she would lose whatever small portion of decency she still had left. As a result, she remained silent and refused to answer the man.
"Admit it!" he shouted as he bit her nipple, causing her to jerk spasmodically. "Admit it!" he repeated louder.
As his teeth gripped her other nipple and bit down hard, she surrendered the last particle of her honor and cried out, "Yes, I admit it! I love your cock! Fuck me hard! Rape my cunt with your hard cock! Fuck me! Yes, fuck me!"
"All right!" the man gasped in triumph. And he began to ram his prick harder and faster into her hot cunt. He pressed all of his weight upon her tender body and stuck his tongue into her mouth. She returned his passionate kiss with mixed emotions. She despised herself for actually responding to the crude sexual onslaught of the man who kissed her and pounded his prick into her hot cunt. But, there was no way that she could help herself. She was simply overcome with passion and lust.
"Unnggghhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Yes, fuck me nice and hard," she cooed and moaned as he began sucking her neck and jerked his throbbing prick into her cuntal depths. She felt as though her cunt were impaled on a hard, steel rod. Yes, that was it! His hard prick felt almost identical to the crowbar as it sawed in and out of her pussy. His prick controlled her every movement, and she jerked her hips and wiggled her ass in perfect unison with his hard, hammering cock-thrusts. His rock-hard cock controlled her body and her mind as it pumped and sluiced into her juice-slicked twat.
She loved it. She truly loved being raped by the man, and she insisted on telling him so.
"Good God!" she gasped between his cock-thrusts. "I... I love your cock. It... feels ... so good... fucking my pussy. Keep fucking me. I love it. I love your cock!" she cried in sexual bliss.
"Shut the fuck up, you filthy fucking slut!" he shouted. "I don't give a shit whether you like it or not." Then he abruptly ceased his hard thrusting motions and glared at her. His eyes had a far-off, strange glow in them and he appeared to be thinking hard and long.
Not knowing how to respond, and fearful that he might beat her if he broke out into a rage, she pursed her lips and tried to remain silent.
But the man simply stared into her eyes. He looked right through her, and did not even seem to see the look of lustful desire that she returned. She was pleading with him to fuck her, to continue fucking her seething cunt. Pleading with her eyes.
Finally, she could stand it no longer. She had to say something. Her cunt was on fire, and she needed sexual release. She simply could not bear to wait any longer for him to continue fucking her. Her cunt was filled with his hot and hard cock, but he refused to move.
Lifting her hips in an effort to get him aroused enough to bury his hard cock deeper inside of her cunt, she spoke. "Please don't stop fucking me," she pleaded. "I don't know who you are, but it doesn't matter anymore. Your cock feels so damned good inside of my pussy. Just fuck me. Please, just fuck me!" she cried.
At once, he snapped out of his stupor and responded in a calm, cold voice. "I'll fuck you, bitch! I'll fuck you, all right. You're damned right I'll fuck you, but you won't like it one damned bit. I'm punishing you for giving me a lot of shit, so I don't want you to like it."
Judy laid there, wondering what was going to happen next. Her cunt throbbed and her clit-nubbin twitched with lust-filled nervous anxiety. She was on the verge of a powerful orgasm, and she wanted to climax in the worst way. She knew that, if he started pumping his prick into her cunt again, she would cum. Her heart pumped quickly and she waited nervously for him to start fucking her cunt once again. She closed her eyes tight and waited.
Slowly-ever so slowly-he pulled his hips backward, slipping his hard cock inch-by-inch out of her cunt.
"Noooooo!" she cried as she felt his prick slip past her hot and swollen cunt-lips. "Nooooo! Don't stop fucking me! I beg of you!" she wailed.
He laughed and, guiding his hard cock with has hand, he pressed his prick into the tender opening of her tight asshole.
She gasped when she felt his bulbous cock-knob press against her tender asshole. This was not he kind of fucking that she wanted and needed so desperately. She wanted her cunt fucked-not her asshole!
But he paid her no mind. The man did not care what she wanted. He was intent upon butt-fucking Judy. And, she could tell by the look in his eyes that he would stop at nothing until he had fucked her in the ass.
Instinctively, she jerked her hips sideways in a frantic effort to escape his hard prick that was at the very opening of her asshole.
But, the man was too quick for her. He gripped her ass-cheeks firmly and thrust forward, jamming his cock-shaft deep into her nether-hole. She gasped as she felt his prick-tip burrow into her tight asshole. Her ass-muscles immediately tightened, making it more difficult for the man to ram his prick into her tight ass. But, no matter how hard she tightened her sphincter muscles, she could not keep his prick from burrowing deeper and deeper into her tight, hot asshole.
"Don't! Don't fuck me in the asshole! Please! My little asshole is too tight for your hard cock!" She cried and flailed about on the floor of the moving van, but whenever she moved, the ropes that bound her bit harshly into her tender flesh, chafing and rubbing her raw skin. The pain was unbelievable, and she was not sure that she could endure it much longer.
But, worse than the pain from the ropes that held her ankles and wrists was the pain from the man's cock as it slammed hard and deep into her ass-crack.
"Yeah, bitch!" he snarled. "You don't like getting raped in your little asshole, do you?"
"Noooo!" she wailed. "I hate it! And I hate you for fucking me in the ass, you bastard!" she exclaimed as tears poured down her cheeks.
"Ah-hah!" he laughed lewdly. "My dear, your screams are music to my ears. And your asshole is just right. Nice and tight! Mmmmmppphhhh! Unngggghhhhh!" he grunted. "I like fucking your asshole much better than your cunt. Your asshole is a hell of a lot tighter. It feels better."
"Stop it! Stop it, you bastard!" she screamed in agonizing pain and frustration.
"Up your asshole, you bitch!" he rasped in reply as he cupped her firm ass-cheeks, squeezed them tightly in his strong hands and pried her ass-globes apart. "I want to stick my cock deeper into your asshole, you fucking whore," he shouted obscenely as he plunged forward, impaling her tight asshole on his steel-hard prick.
She shut her eyes tight and tried desperately to think of something other than the man's hard prick which reamed her tight asshole. But it was impossible to think of anything else. She groaned and grunted and breathed deeply. Hoping that he would soon cum, she decided that she would clench her ass-muscles tightly around his raging hard-on. So, she gritted her teeth and clamped her asshole down on his prick.
"Unngggghhhh!" he grunted. "That's the way to fuck my cock with your ass, bitch!" he snorted. "It won't be long now," he added as he began to fuck her asshole with faster, deeper strokes of his raging cock-shaft. His prick was buried balls-deep in her tight nether-hole, and she felt wave after wave of terrible pain.
"You-You're going to split my ass in two!" she shrieked.
But he paid no mind to her protestations. He just kept pounding his prick into her asshole.
"Fuck you and your asshole, you fucking cunt!" he hissed through clenched teeth. "I'm gonna cum right up your ass... any second now, I'm gonna fill your asshole with my cum!"
She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip as she did everything possible to endure the terrible pain that his hard cock caused in her tight asshole. I must survive! she thought. I simply must survive all of this pain and humiliation and degradation!
The man was fucking her asshole like an animal now. His cock throbbed inside of her asshole as he lurched forward relentlessly and brutally-butt-fucking the helpless woman who was tied up in the back of a swiftly moving van.
"Now!" he snorted loudly. "I... I'm cumming!" he screamed as a thick load of jism spewed out of his deeply buried prick-slit and filled her tight asshole to overflowing.
"Good God!" she wailed as she felt her insides fill with his creamy, sticky cum. His white-hot jism bathed the tight walls of her tender and sore ass-channel, and she could feel his cum pouring out of her asshole and streaming down her creamy thighs.
"Yeah!" he gasped as he put all of his weight on her ripe, naked body. "That was a real nice fucking, I must admit. You sure do have a tight little asshole, bitch!" he exclaimed laughingly. "It sure is a lot nicer fucking your asshole than fucking your cunt," he added.
Then he slowly rolled off of her and breathed deeply. After a few moments, the man regained his composure. He sat up and looked down at the helpless woman. Shaking his head in disgust, he spoke to her. "You really look like shit, bitch. That won't do. No, that won't do at all. You've got to look nice and pretty or we won't get a good price for you."
"Wh-what do you mean?" she implored.
"Goddammit, cunt," he replied crudely. "Didn't Jake bother to tell you where you were going? Don't you know what kind of business we're in?"
"No, I don't" she replied with tears in her eyes. She was afraid to hear the answer, but she simply had to know.
"What do you do, and what is going to become of me?" she asked fearfully. "I thought that you were going to kill me."
"Not a chance, darling," the man said. "You are worth a lot of money to us. Shit, you really are a dumb cunt. We sell women as slaves to wealthy men."
Judy was dumbfounded. Slavery was against the law. Slavery had been outlawed over a hundred years ago. What in the world was the man talking about? she wondered.
"Yeah," he continued as he pulled on his trousers. "We have very wealthy men-usually old men-as our clients. They buy pretty women from us and keep them chained up in dungeons. Just to keep them around and fuck them whenever they get the urge. That's what you're gonna be, bitch. A sex-slave to some old bastard in Europe. Some rich old mean son of a bitch who will whip your ass and fuck you whenever he feels like it. And, he'll pay a pretty penny for you. I'm sure of that. Because I can tell by looking at you that, once you get a shower and some nice clothes on, you'll be a stunning beauty."
"Oh, no!" she gasped in disbelief. This was too strange and evil for her to grasp. She was totally confused.
Just then, the van slowed to a stop in front of a big house. The driver honked the horn twice, and a voluptuous brunette appeared at the door. She strolled down to the van and peered inside. Glancing at Judy, she shook her head in disgust.
"I don't know," she said calmly and with a bit of disgust. "She looks a bit worn, but, maybe once we get her fixed up, she'll be okay. Bring her in."
Chapter Seven
The man untied Judy, threw a robe around her shoulders, and ordered her out of the van.
"Now don't you cause any fucking trouble in this place, or you'll be real sorry," he told her as he shook his finger in her face. Then, he slapped her hard across the face, and she practically fell to the ground. She stumbled about and finally regained her balance.
"Wh-What did you hit me for?" she asked in total disbelief. "I didn't do anything wrong."
The man sneered at her and answered briskly, "That's just a warning in case you get any wild ideas of running off or something. I want to inform you that these people don't take any shit from anybody-especially the cunts that they sell as slaves. Understand?"
"Yes," she muttered. "I won't do anything wrong. I promise."
"That's a good little slave," he snorted in a taunting voice as he gripped her arm and led her through the front door of the secluded house.
The voluptuous brunette immediately appeared. She glared disapprovingly at Judy, and spoke. "My name is Belinda. You are to obey my every command without complaint. Now, you can start by getting down on your knees and following me," she commanded in a cool voice that betrayed a taste for brutality and sadism.
Judy knew that she had better obey the evil woman named Belinda, so she knelt before the voluptuous brunette. But, even before her knees touched the floor, Belinda kicked her hard in her tits.
"Ouch!" Judy yelped as the pointed toe of Belinda's boot caught her in her tender tit-flesh.
"Shut up, you fucking whore," Belinda hissed as she raised her arm high above her head and brought an unseen birch cane down hard across Judy's neck.
"Oh, my God!" Judy screamed. "Why are you hurting me? I haven't disobeyed you," she said as she looked up at the woman through tear-stained eyes.
"I am in charge of training you to be a good slave," Belinda responded in the same cool tone of voice. "You must learn that your duties to your future master will require you to accept pain and discipline even when you are not at fault. In fact," she added with a wicked grin, "while you are here, you will actually learn to enjoy pain and humiliation. You will learn to crave degradation and whippings."
"No! No! No, I refuse!" Judy shrieked. "I will be nobody's slave! And I will never learn to enjoy pain. No matter what you do to me, I will never be a willing slave!"
Judy braced herself for the beating that she expected to receive, but, instead of whipping her, the brutal brunette strapped a dog collar around Judy's neck and pulled her by a leash.
Belinda led the crawling woman into a huge room, equipped with all sorts of Medieval-looking implements of torture-iron maidens, numerous whips and chains, stocks and whipping posts.
Good heavens! Judy thought. These people were really serious. She quickly thought it over, and decided that it would be best to go along with Belinda and do whatever she was told to do. Perhaps, at some future time, she would discover a way to escape and return to her life as Jim Jordan's wife. That was the thin thread of hope to which she clung. She must return to her husband. There must be a way! But how? she asked herself.
A handsome, muscular man entered the room. Belinda dropped the leash and strolled casually over to him. Together, they glared at Judy.
The man spoke first. "Judy is your name. Is that correct?"
"Yes," she replied weakly.
"She's a bit feisty," Belinda interjected. "I think that a few basic lessons in discipline and humility are in order for this one," she added.
The man walked toward Judy, lifted her chin and inspected her teeth. Then he tore the robe off of her ripe young body, and she knelt abjectly before him, naked and scared to death.
"Oh, I don't know, Belinda. She looks pretty docile to me. And she's a real beauty, too. Look at her lovely tits," he said as he cupped her ripe tits in his strong hands. He hefted her tit-flesh tenderly, almost lovingly.
Judy felt compelled to speak. "Thank you," she said meekly. This man was obviously more powerful than Belinda, and Judy decided to do anything possible to get on his good side.
Turning quickly to address Belinda, the man waved his hand in the direction of the door. "Leave this one to me, Belinda," he said. "I do believe that, when properly bathed and fixed up, she will be quite a beautiful slave."
"B-But, I thought that..."
"Shut up, Belinda," the man said calmly. "Shut up and leave before I get angry with you. I'm sure that you would not want me to get angry, especially in this particular room," he added as he gestured toward all of the implements of torture which filled the evil room.
"No," Belinda quickly responded. "I'll leave at once," she said as she spun on her heels and departed at a fast pace.
Judy felt a great sense of relief. The man who stood over her was indeed the more powerful person of the evil duo. Moreover, she felt a tingling sensation in her pussy. And, she remembered that, when he had cupped her tits, her nipples had instantly become taut with excitement-sexual excitement!
"Well, now Judy," he said. "My name is Bradford Biddington. What do you think about that?" he added with a wide smile.
Judy instantly recognized the name. Bradford Biddington was a famous and wealthy man. His name was a household word. Biddington Magazine was, next to Playboy and Penthouse, the most popular erotic magazine in the entire world! But, how could such a famous man conduct such an evil underground operation as running a slave market in the United States? It was unbelievable.
"I understand exactly what you are thinking, my dear," Biddington said with a grin. "But, believe me, it is true. I have a great deal of money and many connections in high places, so I've been able to stay out of trouble thus far. And, hopefully, I will continue to stay out of trouble, and out of jail," he continued with a grimace.
"But-But, Mr. Biddington. You are known throughout the world. And you can have practically any woman that you want. I simply don't understand."
"I'm not sure that I understand, either," he replied matter-of-factly. "But, it is true."
"This is so strange," she said.
"Strange, but nevertheless true," he replied. He gripped her wrists and pulled her to her feet. Then he bent over and kissed her deeply and warmly. His tongue slithered like a snake into her mouth. And she kissed him back, warmly and tenderly-and lovingly.
Wave upon wave of erotic pleasure racked her body as they kissed. She did not understand her emotions, but she did not care. They kissed for a long time.
As their lips parted, Biddington gripped her tit and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. His teeth dug into the sensitive area around her taut nipple, but it did not seem to hurt. Instead, the love-bite sent passionate waves of pleasure coursing through her veins-on a direct path to her hot, juicy cunt.
"Get down on all fours, Judy," he instructed. "I want to fuck you doggie-style."
Had anyone else commanded her to perform such a lewd and debasing act, she would have rebelled. But this man seemed to possess some strange power over her. As a result, she instantly obeyed.
As soon as she was in position, he thrust his hips forward, and his hard prick entered her cunt.
"Hmmmmmm," he whispered throatily. "It seems as though your little pussy is hot and juicy for my cock."
"Yes, Mr. Biddington. My cunt is ready for you. Please fuck me. Please fuck my cunt. My cunt is on fire. I need your cock inside of my tight pussy."
Without saying a word, Biddington plunged his prick deep into her seething hot cunt. She moaned in ecstasy as he ground his hips lasciviously against her ass-cheeks and fucked her hard and fast.
Never before had Judy found fucking to be so enjoyable. She writhed beneath his powerful cock-thrusts, and she pumped her hips to meet his hard cock each time that it pumped into her tight twat. Within a few moments, she was shaking her head back and forth, flailing her pretty, sweat-dampened blonde hair about on the floor. She was fucking the man doggie-style-and loving every second of it!
"Oooohhhh!" she moaned as a warm sensation of lustful passion filled her cunt.
"Yeah, that's a good girl," he whispered as he rammed his prick into her hot cuntal-sheath. "You're doing real good, Judy," he said.
"Y-your cock. It feels so nice and hard in my cunt. I-I've never felt this way before. Honest, Mr. Biddington... honest. My pussy feels like it's on fire. Good God!" she gasped in ecstasy.
All of a sudden, she felt a powerful orgasm coming on. Her clit-nubbin hardened and her pussy convulsed. Her cunt-muscles tightened beyond belief, and her brain was flooded with wonderfully erotic sensations. And then her orgasm hit her hard.
"Aggghhhh! Ohhhhhh, my God! Aaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" she shrieked as her cunt-muscles tightened and clamped around his hard cock to receive the mighty cock-thrust which she knew would bring her to a much-wanted climax. "Aaaaiiieeeee!" she wailed as her orgasm shook her. When she came, her cunt spasmed uncontrollably and her entire body convulsed in a thrilling orgasm. She felt as though she had died and gone to heaven with Bradford Biddington, the world-renowned publisher of erotic magazines.
Biddington continued to pump his prick into her spasming cunt. Harder and faster, he drove his rock-hard cock into her seething cuntal depths.
She writhed in blissful ecstasy, and jerked her hips back and forth to meet his powerful cock-thrusts.
Only a few seconds after she came, she heard him grunt loudly and felt his prick pulse and throb against her tight, wet cunt-walls. She knew that he was about to shoot his load of cum into her cunt, and she welcomed it. Much to her amazement, she enjoyed it!
Sure enough, Biddington plunged his prick hard into her hot pussy and groaned as he came.
"Unnnggghhhh!" he grunted as a load of white-hot jism spewed out of his prick-slit and washed her tight cunt-walls with sticky, slippery cum.
As Biddington's cock throbbed and deposited all of his jism in her hot cunt, he continued to fuck her-and fuck her hard and fast. He kept on fucking her pussy until he was completely spent-until there was no jism left in his cock or balls. Then, his frantic fucking movements slowed to a halt. He breathed deeply and sighed. Then he rested his muscular body upon hers.
"Good God!" she gasped. "Mr. Biddington, that was really wonderful. Your cock brought me to a climax. I didn't think that it was possible, but I actually came!" she exclaimed ecstatically.
"Yes, that was nice," he panted. "You really do have a beautiful body, Judy, and you fuck like a kitten. Damn!" he exclaimed. "I've fucked plenty of women in my time, but I don't believe I've ever enjoyed fucking so much."
"Really!" she replied anxiously. "Did you really enjoy fucking my pussy that much?"
"I sure did," he replied.
"Please fuck me again, Mr. Biddington!" she wailed. "Please fuck me one more time, I beg of you!"
Immediately, Bradford Biddington pulled his flaccid prick out of her cunt and stood up.
"Nobody tells me what to do, bitch!" he rasped. "Now, get the fuck up and receive your punishment. I have to punish you for cumming when I fucked you just now."
Judy could hardly believe her ears. Bradford Biddington sounded hard and harsh. When she looked into his eyes, he looked as though he was inhuman-as though he had no emotions whatsoever.
She stood up, shaking with fear. Biddington led her to a cross-shaped contraption made of heavy oak wood that stood in the corner.
He strapped her into the device, and she found herself bound tightly by thick leather straps-her legs and arms splayed apart.
Biddington walked to the opposite wall and pulled down a heavy horse-whip, with a lash that had to be at least six feet long.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she cried in agony and frustration. "We just fucked and you admitted that you enjoyed fucking me. It doesn't make any sense," she cried.
"I don't make any sense, Judy," he replied coldly. He had not a tint of emotion in his cruel voice as he unwound the wicked whip and lashed her across her exposed tit-flesh. "I never made any sense," he added as the whip raked across her tits a second time.
"Noooooo!" she wailed. "Please don't whip me! I didn't do anything wrong! I obeyed you! Please. What is the matter?" she asked with imploring, tear-filled eyes that showed a strong sense of compassion for the very man who was whipping her so brutally.
"I have to do this," the man bellowed as he continued to lash her unmercifully with the wicked horse-whip. "Don't you understand? Are you that naive, you stupid cunt?"
"No, I don't understand," she wailed. The blows struck her tender tit-flesh with ferocity. Biddington was really into whipping her now, and she had not the slightest idea why. Yet, even though he was treating her so cruelly, she felt as though she loved him. She tried to untangle her thoughts, but she could not sort it out. How in the world could she possibly love the man who was whipping her? The man who intended to sell her as a slave! Her mind was awash in confusing thoughts. Nothing made any sense!
Bradford Biddington had just moments ago fucked her to the most fulfilling climax that she had ever experienced. Now he was beating her unmercifully with a cruel horse-whip. And, the only explanation that he had to offer was that it was something that he had to do!
What was going on? she wondered as the whip bit into her tender up thrust tits. And why... why was she getting turned on again. It did not make any sense, but her clit was tingling again, and her cunt was hot and wet with pussy-juice. She wanted to fuck him again. But she did know why.
"Take that, and that, and that!" he shouted every time he lashed her tits with the long horse-whip.
Finally, he dropped the whip and stood before her, perspiration pouring down his face, his eyes open wide and glaring at her, taking in all of her naked young body with a single glance.
He looked tired and worn out. His muscles bulged from the work of wielding the whip. He no longer looked evil and possessed with wickedness as he had a moment before when he was mercilessly whipping her tender tits.
She looked straight at him with loving eyes filled with tears of compassion and pain. Her feelings were mixed. She loved him for the way that he had fucked, but she despised him for beating her so crudely. But, on second thought, she almost loved him for whipping her. It had obviously relieved his mental pain and frustration.
"I had to whip you," he said calmly, breaking the awkward silence. "It gets out all of my frustrations. And you, Judy, have frustrated me more than any other woman I have ever met. Fucking you was wonderful, and I have never felt quite like that before. But, I need to release my frustrations, and I do that by beating the women that I fuck. I feel like I need to punish them. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes, Mr. Bradford, I really do understand," she said with a look of sincerity and love in her eyes.
"Well, fuck it!" he said as his features became stern and hard. "And fuck you too! I have a wealthy client all lined up to buy you as his personal slave. And I'd be a damned fool if I let you fuck with my business. I have too damned much to lose, and I won't do it."
"You won't do what?" she asked.
"Nothing," he said, cutting her off. "Now get into the showers right away," he said as he led the way. "I want to get you all cleaned up and looking pretty when my client-and your new master-arrives. Hurry up!" he said as he slapped her ass and rushed her into the showers.
When she stepped out of the showers, she felt refreshed and clean for the first time in days. Biddington greeted her and handed her a beautiful dress, which she quickly put on her beautiful body. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and admired herself. She really was a beautiful woman, she thought.
Then, reality dawned on her. She was not returning to Bradford Biddington, but she was to be sold to some vile man whom she had never even met. She was to be sold as a slave! The thought shook her and she retched and almost vomited.
"What's the matter, Judy?" Biddington asked, his face showing visible signs of true concern.
"I-I think that... I love you," she replied with tears in her eyes.
Biddington looked deep into Judy's deep-blue eyes, which were wet with tears. "Listen," he said, "I'm not sure how I feel about you, Judy. But, you are somehow different from the other women I've fucked. And, I've been thinking. I just can't sell you off as a slave. Somehow, you've touched me. Even though you have experienced my strange ways, you say that you love me."
He took her by the hand and led her to a door. Opening it, he told her, "You are free to leave. Take the main road about a mile and you will come to the freeway. I will trust that you will not go to the police about me. Maybe I am being foolish, but I'm going to let you go," he said.
Judy was dumbstruck. Biddington was giving her the chance to leave. "Thank you," she said softly as she stepped out the door.
She ran as fast as she could for a while. Then, she slowed down, stopped, spun on her heels and ran back to the door.
As she stepped inside, she saw Bradford Biddington sitting in the corner of the room, his head in his hands. She raced over to him. "Bradford, keep me as your slave," she pleaded. "Please, I want to serve you."
Looking up with a stunned look on his face, Biddington said, "Judy, you've come back. I can't believe it!"
"Yes, I want you and only you," she cooed as she threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly.
"But, if you stay here with me, you must know that I will be mean to you at times," he said. "I'll fuck you often, but you saw how I get afterwards. I'm liable to whip you after every fucking."
"I don't care," she said. "I want you, Bradford-only you. I'll be your slave forever. You're the only person I care about. Please take me as your slave!" she cried. "Please, I beg of you!"
Biddington's eyes filled with lust, and as he tore the dress from her body and rammed his hard prick into her seething hot cunt, Judy felt loved for the first time in her life. She looked forward to living with Bradford Biddington for the rest of her life-as his slave!
