Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder . . .
The women in this book are the victims of immoral people. They find themselves caught in a web of depravity and perversion they never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, they become little more than obedient animals, catering to the whims of their captors.
BONDAGE FOR MOM AND DA LIGHTER-the shocking story of innocent women learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Are you sure it's all right?"
Tina Smitzer giggled, walking a little unsteadily down the stairs, one hand trailing along the damp concrete wall. Stretching out her other arm, she took Craig Hansen's hand, feeling he had looked a little strung out and nervous at the party earlier. His palm was warm.
"Yeah, it's okay. My mom and dad are up at the cabin in Big Bear. They won't be home for a long time...couple of days or something. It'll be okay to come down here. We've got plenty of beer and stuff."
Tina giggled again, stopping midway down the stairs and regaining her balance before continuing. Craig was leading the way. Craig always led the way. He was so masterful, so masculine, not like the other guys at school who were more interested in dumb video games at the nearby arcades than girls. The party was proof of that. Some of the others were all gathered around the TV, playing one game after another. But Craig was different. Yes, he was two years older than she was, but her mother didn't have to know.
"Careful," he warned, reaching the bottom before her.
Tina picked her way down carefully, reaching the floor and bumping into the young stud. He was so handsome, having graduated with all sorts of honors. Word at school had it that he was going to a top college back east somewhere on an athletic scholarship. Tina wouldn't have been surprised. She watched him time and time again on the playing field as a tight end, winning game after game for the school. How she had fantasized about dating Craig then. But she was only a face in the crowd. How that had changed with this nifty party at her best girlfriend's house!
She felt his hand touching her waist, her shoulder, turning her around. Tina's heart was going wild, beating so hard she was certain it would burst. She tilted her face up, parting her lips, then remembering to lick them an instant before his mouth came down.
"Ummmmmm," she murmured through the kiss, finding her slender arms hooking around his neck while her thighs rubbed from side to side over his crotch.
Strange things were happening inside her now, things making her pussy very warm, moist, itchy! She knew she should back off from this young, handsome athlete. Oh, how much like a television star he looked! Maybe that was why so many of the girls almost threw themselves at his feet. Maybe that was why she was doing the same thing.
"Ohhhhhh, Tina...." he murmured sexily into her ear.
She was curving her body against his chest and belly. Her thighs were warm where his crotch was. She could feel a stiff swelling, that swelling of his cock pushing outward against his fly. A hot thrill of lust flashed over her skin. She left her thigh there where his cock was growing, moving slightly from side to side and cinching her arms around his neck more tightly as he searched her lips with the tip of his tongue.
Was he going too fast? Tina was almost certain he was. Normally she wasn't so forward! But Craig was something else. It was a fantasy come true, a dream suddenly becoming reality. Wouldn't her friends just die when she told them about this!
"Let's get a little more...comfy," Craig suggested.
Tina backed away, letting her arms drop from his neck. A sudden rush of shyness made her flinch away from the big man. Her mother's warning words came back to her, ringing in her head ominously. Men-they wanted one thing only, and when they got it they would leave her hanging out to dry. Her mother had been very careful, raising her gently, not being too overbearing, especially after her father had been killed in that awful auto accident three years ago. But still Carol Smitzer hadn't told her daughter too much about sex, about men. That, she felt, would come in time.
"I...I don't know. I've never been alone with a boy for long. My mom's...well, she's kinda old fashioned and doesn't believe in me dating too much," Tina said, feeling flames of embarrassment rushing up and down her cheeks.
There was another long pause. She could hear Craig breathing heavily. f
"She doesn't, huh? Then maybe it's time you got a little training in that," he whispered, flicking his tongue up and down her ear.
It was heaven. Tina let out a little shivery gasp, her flesh puckering up into goose pimples as she rubbed her tits against his chest. It was so good, feeling that slippery heat deep in her pussy while her nipples became stiff and itched so deliciously against the stiff material of her halter. And, when his hands dropped to her ass and squeezed so rhythmically, spreading those asscheeks under her miniskirt, spreading them apart while working the material of her panties into the warm damp crack, Tina thought she was going to die. Yes, she was certain this was going too far.
Mother wouldn't have approved. Few of her mother's ilk would have. And yet she was being carried on a cloud of excitement she had never known before. Tina let out another little gasp when he dropped his face back down to hers.
"No...no...." she mewled.
But she was too weak to resist. Soon the girl felt his lips crushing hers, his tongue wriggling over her front teeth and then forcing its way into her mouth. He was Frenching her, moving his tongue over hers, filling up her mouth with it. And all the while his hands were massaging her asscheeks, gathering up the material of her skirt until she could feel his calloused fingers caressing the upper portions of her thighs. And then he was touching her ass, having slipped several fingers up past the elastic leg bands of her panties.
This was too much! Again those warning bells her mother had planted in her head went off blaringly. He was going to...to fuck her. No, she couldn't lose her cherry! Oh, that would be too much to stand! How would she ever be able to look her mother in the face if that were to happen? Struggling like a weak bird in the claws of a cat, Tina twisted in Craig's strong arms, finally breaking the lip lock that threatened to destroy what little resistance she had left. Only then did the girl realize she had slipped out of her sandals.
"No, Craig. I think I'd better go home," she said, her voice low, shaky.
"You wanna stay here," he panted, still holding her, still working his fingers into her asscrack.
"Yes...no, oh, I don't know what I want," she said in confusion, resting her burning forehead on his chest. Tina closed her eyes and went limp for a moment, loving the feel of his big chest rising and falling so mightily with each rasping breath he took.
"Sure you do."
His hands kept working over her ass. No, w this was going too far. Her mother had finally won out! She hoped her mother was satisfied, though she would never tell her mom about this, about how she had let some guy touch her ass and had nearly let him fuck her. "No, Craig!"
She broke away, smoothing down her skirt. His eyes were smoldering with lust and anger as Tina backed away. She stopped when her back struck the wall behind her. Sure, she knew he was disappointed about the whole thing. She could guess he had had plans for her, the kind of plans her mother had warned her about. Even now, Tina wondered if she weren't acting the part of a scared little fool. But there was no getting around those damned alarm bells in her head. She just couldn't go through with it, just couldn't.
"I'll go home now," she said, feeling so ashamed she could die.
"You'll go home...but not before I'm through," Craig said in a low, threatening voice.
There was a tremor, a kind of rumble that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Tina looked up, batting her eyes, her forehead wrinkling with a growing fear that she had stepped into something she wouldn't be able to escape.
"Wh...what?"
Surely she had heard wrong. Surely he wouldn't keep her against her will, or make her walk those two miles back to her home alone!
"You heard what I said. You can't lead me on like that and then expect me to jack off or something," he countered, running his fingers through his long black hair. In the semi-darkness there in the basement, Craig's handsome face began to take on a demonic look. Or was it her imagination? Tina didn't know. What she did know was that her pulse was starting to race.
"Don't!"
"Cock-tease," he snarled, grabbing her by the right wrist and pulling her roughly across the floor. Tina let out a cry of pain as a bolt of agony shot up her arm to her shoulder. She stumbled forward, crashing into the big stud's chest. He was twisting her arm around, holding her tightly, those fingers threatening to crush the small bones in her wrist.
"Uhhhhh...." she grunted.
"You're like the others, man. You move that butt around under those fuckin' short skirts, and then you don't expect guys to get that worked up," he snarled, his lips curling up into a sardonic smile.
"No, you don't understand," Tina pleaded in a small voice, her heart beating wildly again.
But this time fear and not sexual arousal was the cause. She tried twisting her wrist free but only caused herself more pain. Craig also held her other hand now, his fingers stroking her wrists as they held them prisoner.
"I sure do, baby. I've had the best of 'em come on, then stop, cryin' out they're afraid I'm gonna hurt 'em. And you know...they were right," he added, jerking Tina's arms behind her and pressing them into the small of her back.
"Oh...stop!" she cried in a louder voice, twisting her face away as he tried kissing her again. His knees were bumping into hers, pushing her back into the wall harder.
"There's nobody here to hear you. The basement's practically soundproofed. And the neighbors are half deaf anyway," Craig explained.
"No, oh no!"
He was kissing her throat, digging his front teeth into her vulnerable flesh, then trailing his tongue down to her tits. Tina jerked her head away, rolling against the wall while closing her eyes and fighting down the desire to scream. He was doing it, kissing her all over, feeling her all over. And there was nothing she could do to stop him. He would rape her, tear her cherry away from her, then leave her high and dry.
"It's gonna be real good, baby. Good little bitch, good little cunt. I've been watchin' you, nice little cunt. I've been watching that pert little ass waggin' back and forth for the last semester at school. Now I'm gonna have that tight little butt right in my hands," Craig whispered in one ear.
"Don't...you're scaring me," Tina whispered with terror in her heart.
"There's somethin' to be afraid of...me," Craig chuckled.
He held her tightly still, pulling her from the wall while still keeping her wrists prisoner. He was smiling at her with a sadistic, crooked smile as he led her across the tiled floor, past the whirring water heater to a sofa at the other end of the basement. Letting her go, Craig moved quickly, bending down and pulling at the bottom of the couch. A badly made sofa-bed appeared. Tina stared at it mutely for a moment, realizing that was the sacrificial altar on which she would lose her cherry. It was so dirty, so vulgar and tawdry. She drew the back of one hand against her mouth stifling a sharp cry. No, she wouldn't let this happen, not here, not with him, not under this terrible circumstances.
"No!" Tina cried.
Pivoting sharply, the girl dashed for the stairs, feeling her stomach turn over as she thought of what had nearly happened. Craig was no longer the wonderful fantasy she had thought. He was a terrible young man, a monster who was bent on destroying her in the most horrible way possible.
"You're not gettin' away from me." He was on her in a flash, whirling the terrified girl around and slapping her hard across the face with the back of his right hand.
"Ohhhhhh!" Tina screamed, her head snapping to the left from the force of that blow while her long blonde hair splashed over her face.
Stumbling to one side, the girl stretched out her arms in front of her for balance. No one, not even her father in the worst of his moods had ever hit her. Once her mother had spanked her, then apologized, actually apologized for having done it. She had led a relatively pampered life. But now this boy had struck her, his fingers leaving a stinging, heated mark on her face. Violation. She was going to know the meaning of the word all too well, Tina realized as she stood there, tearfully touching the injured side of her face.
"Try that again and I'll knock you against the wall," he threatened, his face darkening as his nostrils flared.
Craig had changed so! His face was no longer handsome-it was demonic, hellish. It is made her think of all those dumb horror flicks she and her best girlfriend Patty had gone to see recently.
"Don't...hurt me again," she cried in a soft voice, drawing away from Craig.
"That's what it's all about-pain and pleasure, baby. Haven't you heard?" Craig asked, his face twisted into a mocking sneer.
"What?"
"You'll learn."
Whirling her across the floor, Craig knocked the screaming, terrified teen down across the sofa-bed, her body making the springs groan from the force of her fall. In an instant he was on top of her, his knees kicking her legs open, his hands clamping her upper arms down on the bed. Tina screamed again and again in spite of Craig's earlier warning. But he seemed to enjoy her cries, seemed to love the way she writhed and struggled helplessly under his thick-muscled body, pounding the bed with her ass as he held her in place.
Raising one hand again, the young stud struck Tina across the chin, backhanding her with his knuckles, sending streamers of lights shooting through her brain. Tina groaned into semi-consciousness, feeling those horrible hands opening the buttons of her clinging short-sleeved white blouse. She felt cool air striking her tits and knew he had the garment off her.
"Nooooo...."
"Ohhhhhh, nice tits...been looking at those jugs all fuckin' night," Craig said, sliding his hands under her upper back and fiddling around with the clasp of her bra.
Tina felt the buckle give way, felt the straps of her bra loosen up around her shoulders. She struggled weakly again, trying desperately to fight through the fog that had settled over her confused brain. Useless. In a moment the bra was gone and her thirty-four-inch tits were exposed for the first time to a man. How shame scorched her pride as Craig's fingers clawed her tits, the fingernails hurting her nipples.
"Mmmmmmm...." Craig moaned.
"No, don't...oh God, what...what are you doing to me?" she murmured, her back arching, her shoulders wallowing against the filthy sofa-bed.
Craig ignored her pleas, moving his head around and dropping his lips to the red rubbery nubs sticking up from the surrounding areolas. Tina's eyes widened, her lips parted as she felt his mouth latch onto those sensitive nipples. He began sucking the right one first, drawing one hand around the area and squeezing it as if he were trying to draw milk while his front teeth nibbled painfully and yet strangely teasingly. Tina closed her eyes, tears oozing from under the cinched lids and streaking her flushed cheeks. That mouth...oh, it was doing such strange things to her! Fear still remained, but now there was something else, something else that brought back that warm moist itchy feeling between her legs. The way his tongue flicked back and forth across the stiff little nub while his teeth still nipped at her nipple drove her wild. Tina let out a stifled moan, rolling her head from right to left over the dirty sheets. Craig was sucking hard now, sucking and tonguing and nibbling while those hands were squeezing her fleshy mounds, making her rub her ass against the sofa.
"Sure, sure, you don't want it," he panted, drawing back from the girl and wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. "Shit, you're practically raping me, man. Jesus, baby, you want it bad."
"No, no, you don't know what you're saying," Tina cried.
"Like you don't know what you're doing, right?" he countered.
"No, oh help, help!" Tina cried, twisting her face away from Craig's again, beating her fists against his chest.
"Damn! Gettin' sick and tired of all that damned shouting!"
The young man clamped one hand around her mouth, pressing down so hard that the inside of her lip was cut by her front teeth. Tina's cries died down to whimpers as she looked up at her attacker. There was no escape. He would have his way.
CHAPTER TWO
"Oh God...God...."
Tina was sobbing out prayers. Craig had opened his Levi's, shrugging them down past his knees and off his ankles. In a moment he was naked from the waist down. She could feel something terribly stiff and hot pressing against the inside of her right thigh. His cock!
Tina knew what it was without looking down. She had gone through sex education class, had giggled enough with Patty and her other girlfriends to know about guys and how they were built. But Craig seemed to have more than the average amount of equipment-much, much more!
She would never have guessed Craig was like this. There certainly were no stories going around school about Craig hurting girls. Maybe his dates were too terrified to say anything after he had finished with them. Tina didn't know. All she knew was that her status had changed rapidly from date to victim.
"Take a good look at this, baby, take a good look at it," he said, drawing back until he had his asscheeks resting on the balls of his feet.
Tina opened her eyes, letting out a hissing gasp as she wriggled back on the couch a few inches. His prick was so huge! She had spent some time on her uncle's farm up near Fresno and had seen things like that between the hindquarters of horses or donkeys. Yes, his cock was more like something that belonged on an animal! The head of his prick was the size of a baseball, or so it seemed. He would kill her with that thing!
"You wouldn't...."
The smile on his thick, sensual lips told Tina he would. When she tried lurching back a second time, he stretched out his free hand, gripping her long hair and yanking her back down.
"Take a good look at it, Tina. I'm gonna stick this cock inside you. And when you get used to it, you're gonna go nuts."
"Never! Never!" she shot back, her eyes still rounding in surprise and horror at that ten-inch prick bobbing and twitching in front of her like some horrible live animal.
When Tina tried screaming again, Craig slapped his right hand back over her mouth, pressing her head down into the soft filthy bed. Again and again the girl prayed to God it wouldn't happen. But even as she prayed Tina knew it would do no good. It was going to happen. This was going to be her first sexual experience, and it would be under these horrible circumstances.
The girl tried screaming again, but Craig's hand clamped more tightly over her mouth. For a moment the girl thought she would certainly pass out. She could feel the saliva building up in her throat, choking her as he bent her head back farther. Coughing, gagging, Tina struggled for consciousness and her life. Shaking, quivering, the young blonde teen stopped trying to choke out a scream. Craig looked down at her, his eyes boring into her soul.
"Better," he murmured into one ear, his wet mouth slobbering all over one side of her face. "For being a real good girl I'm gonna give you something nice and hard. You'll love what's comin' up."
"Ohhhhhh no, please, Craig. Please, I won't tell my mother, I won't tell my mother, I won't tell anybody if you just let me go," Tina pleaded, muscles sticking from her neck while her heart thundered at a breakneck speed.
"You still don't understand, do you? You're not gonna get outta here 'til I've had my fill."
He pushed one hand through her tangled hair, holding it, yanking on it, laughing softly when the terrified girl let out a cry of pain. And then he was holding her asscheeks once more, jerking up her skirt and pushing down her panties. Tina panicked, shoving her asscheeks down into the sofa. Craig liked her spirit, liked her fighting him. He groaned, rubbing his prick up and down over her thighs, arching up a little so he could move his hand around the elastic waistband of her panties more easily.
"Nooooo...uhhhhh...don't!"
In spite of the way she writhed and twisted, Tina felt the briefs sliding down past her hipbones, over her thighs, then down to her ankles. Next came the skirt, pushed off with relative ease. Naked! Stark naked with that prick rubbing up and down so terribly close to her pussy! Tiny was almost in shock as she felt his hot hard cock edging closer and closer to her furry cunt.
"Stop...oh God, somebody, help me, somebody, rape, rape!" Tina screamed.
"Shaddup!"
Craig was out of patience with her screams. There was another chin-shattering blow across the face. Tina let out one more cry, then was numbed into silence by those slamming fingers.
"Uhhhh...."
"You want something to scream about? I'll give it to you," he snarled.
He was pulling at her hair again, twisting it around his fingers and tugging up as if he wanted to snatch her bald. Tina's eyelids fluttered, her face blanching and growing smooth as the pain rocketed through her cringing scalp. It was enough to send slivers of agony rushing up and down her curling spine. Her knees bent, her legs flopping up and down against the bed as the young athlete pulled harder and harder. Then he let go, dropping his hand quickly and pinching her right inner thigh, pulling with his fingers until the young girl saw stars exploding in her head.
"Christ, look at that cunt," he whispered, peering down at the blonde hairs curled over the swelling pussy mound. "Something that pretty should be used. It's not right letting something like that go, right baby? It's like a piano...gotta be played to sound good."
"Oh, no, no, no...."
"But you're so damned worried about losin' your cherry." Craig paused, a crooked smile crossing his lips once more. "Maybe we can work something out...you know, a compromise, kinda like the diplomats try to work out in the Middle East."
Tina didn't like the turn this conversation was taking. What was he talking about? Was this another hellish ploy of his, something else to torment her with?
Tina wasn't sure what was going to happen, but she was relatively certain it would cause her a good deal of pain and humiliation. Sobbing, she started struggling wildly again, curling her legs around Craig's and beating at them while working her body from left to right like a snake. Her mouth opened again. This time she managed to get out one loud shout before Craig once more clamped his palm over her lips, pressing them back against her teeth, cutting them again from the force of his hold.
"Mmmmmfffff...." she gasped.
The athlete was squeezing the round, firm globes of her asscheeks now, digging his fingers hard into the flesh. He squeezed and growled, spreading her asscheeks apart until she felt the painful strain along the full length of her asscrack.
"Shut your face, baby! You're gonna be fucked. But I'm not saying where."
What did he mean? Tina had little time to reflect on the question. Backing away, Craig remained on one knee on the sofa-bed, sliding both hands under her belly and rolling Tina over. For the moment she preferred this, being able to bury her head in her hands and cover her face from the young man. She moved her cunt gently against the wrinkles of the sheet, surprised at the electric shocks she was getting from the material rubbing against her pussy. Was she that aroused?
The mounting terror knifing through her heart had prevented her from analyzing her sexuality much at the same time. But now, on her belly, her tits pillowed between her chests and the mattress, Tina concentrated on her cunt and found her pussy swollen with lust, the cuntlips full and folded over one another while her clit was half erect. What on earth was happening to her?
"So, you little slut, you like this kinda shit? Yeah, most of 'em do, even though they keep screamin' and yellin'. "
Craig bent down and pulled the belt from his Levi's, doubling it over, then snapping the belt harshly together. The resulting report sounded like a gunshot. Tina let out a little cry, her body jerking as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire. It would be just like him to shoot her...or so the girl thought in her confused mind as she waited there like a lamb being led to slaughter.
"First gonna warm up that butt...don't like cold meat."
Twisting her head around, she blinked away the flowing hot tears and realized what was going to happen to her. Memories of the last spanking her mother had given her flashed through her mind as she saw Craig snapping that horrible black leather strap above her. How she had cried and sobbed and kicked when her mother had pulled down her white frilly panties and spanked her. She remembered how much it had hurt her, how much it had degraded her. And now it was happening again-only with a far more vengeful fury and with a stranger!
"Please...don't hit me!" she cried, her eyes widening as Craig snapped the two halves of the belt together one more time.
But, even as she pleaded and sobbed, the shadow of his raised arm cut across her back. The belt was dangling there in that looped state, the buckled end buried in his big animal-like paw.
"No!" she screamed.
Craig hesitated with the belt for a moment, Tina trembling and sobbing like a frightened little puppy on the sofa-bed. She clawed the dirty top sheet, sucking in her lower lip and biting down hard for courage. Every square inch of her young body was alive, sensitive to the slightest touch. No, no, that wasn't the way she should be. She should try to steel herself against the attack, should try to numb her mind and body to the leather strap threatening to slice against her flesh at any moment. Tina trembled with sensitivity, waiting for the touch of the leather, shaking with something halfway between terror and delightful expectation.
Craig swung the belt, his arm cocking up, stiffening, then arching down. Tina let out a whimpering cry, hearing the leather sizzling through the damp basement air. The girl glanced up for a second, seeing the shadow of Craig's body against the wall behind her. She watched as the arm came down, watched with horror as she saw the thinner shadow of the doubled belt approaching her rounded asscheeks. There was a terrible moment of silence, shattered by the dry smacking sound of leather cracking against her white shivering asscheeks.
"Yagggghhhhhh!" Tina screeched.
It was a thousand times worse than the slapping her mother had given her so many years ago! A thousand fiery needles pierced her asscheeks, stinging every nerve ending, making her body jerk to the right then to the left. She screamed again, her fingers tightening against each other while her jaw slackened with the growing agony. How her asscheeks stung, burned even seconds after the belt had slipped off her flesh. Tears sprang from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. Was he going to hit her again? Was he going to torment her with that horrible belt all night? No one was here to stop him, no one! For the first time in her young life, Tina felt despair.
"Nice smack...nice smacked butt...."
Craig was licking his chops, actually licking them as if he were some kind of wolf about to devour her! Then he raised that belt one more time. Tina twisted her head around again, her eyes widening as she saw him cocking his right arm. Not again, not again! She squirmed and whimpered, watching with horror-stricken eyes as the belt trembled between his fingers, then came down again. The girl managed to twist her head back and bury it in her hands just before the belt smacked over her left asscheeks.
"Ahhhhhhghhhhh...."
Her shoulders shook violently, one leg kicking out over the edge of the couch. Already the pain was spreading to the rounded edges of her asscheeks, spearing into her young cunt. There was another awful pause, then the all-too-familiar hissing sound of the leather, then the biting, stinging touch of the belt against her supple asscheeks. Another and then another slap of the belt made Tina's nerves tingle with crazy vibrations that spread to her clit. How that tiny clit vibrated and shivered with delight as her rounded asscheeks reddened under the merciless attack.
"Love it, huh? You like it? Half the fuckin' cheerleaders at school dug it! They kept...uhhhh...kept sayin' they wanted to get out. But, man, they held on, kept stayin' here, comin' back even for more," Craig muttered, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he worked himself up with the increased frenzy of his blows.
"No, no...."
Tina would deny what she felt in the face of hell. It was too confusing, all too upsetting to understand. Why should this belting, this hurtful beating be making her body feel so alive to pleasure, so sensitive to her hardening, stiffening clit.
Again the black leather belt chewed into her asscheeks, the edge slicing into the sweaty dark asscrack separating her asscheeks. Tina's thighs tensed, her knees jerking down into the soft mattress, forcing her asscheeks into the air. She felt the asscheeks spreading, felt the cool damp air blowing gently against her sweaty flesh. Twisting her head around and away from Craig, the girl watched the play of shadows on the wall in front of her, his shadow and the shadow of the belt as it curled like a serpent, then struck with the swiftness and pain of a rattlesnake!
"Yaggghhhhh...uuuuuhhhhh!" she groaned.
Again the belt, again another sharp outcry from the terrified girl. Tina was hiding her passion-bloated face from the athlete, her asscheeks remaining tense. Instinctively they opened and closed, tensing, relaxing, then tightening once more in sympathetic rhythm to the raining blows. Then, as Craig slowed down his brutal attack, the girl raised her ass in an attempt to absorb the last of the blows.
"Damned little hypocrite. You want this bad," Craig said, rubbing his right arm, then threading the belt back through the loops of his Levi's. He dropped them to the floor.
"No, no...."
Again Tina denied the obvious. Laughing cruelly, Craig knelt back on the couch, his knees spreading her legs farther apart.
"Chow down time, baby, chowin' down."
His fingers closed tightly around the backs of her thighs. She could hear him breathing unevenly again, could actually feel now his breath panting against her flesh. His hands spread her legs a little more. And then he was licking her ass! He was actually doing it, touching her asscheeks with his mouth!
"No!" Tina screamed.
That was foul, dirty beyond belief! Tina struggled, digging her fingers into the sofa-bed and trying to pull herself up and away from the young athlete. She strained forward, her face reflecting the disgust and revulsion at this sudden act. Her legs shivered, tensed against that tongue. But still Craig held onto her, drawing his tongue slowly up one ass-cheek up to the base of her spine, lingering there for a moment, then trailing the pointed tip down to the other ass-cheek. He stopped midway, closing his lips over the fleshy mound and sucking it the same way he had sucked her nipples earlier. She could feel his teeth against her ass flesh, feel his tongue wiggling up and down, up and down over that ass-cheek.
Tina let out another groan, a moan of disgust and of delight shivering through her chest. His touch was doing things to her mind and body, the things her mother had warned her against-a woman shouldn't let herself get too excited, too aroused, not even with her husband. a
But how could Tina resist? That tongue was moving around now, licking the tensed outer rim of her asscheeks, then sliding down around the bottom and touching that sensitive spot where her asscheeks folded into her upper thigh. His fingers moved up now, touching her asscheeks, spreading them apart. Tina moaned, tensing her thighs, edging her ass up a little more. Craig's tongue was flicking along the tight little crack now, curling up and just touching the wispy pussy curls at the bottom junction of her cuntlips. What a fire was raging in her pussy, scorching her clit, making her pulse race so much.
"Man, I can smell it, baby, actually smell you juicin'! You got it comin' outta you real bad...and you want it real bad!"
His breath tickled her pussylips, brushing over her clit, making the girl groan more loudly than before. His thumbs creased her asscheeks while his fingers pressed hard into her belt-striped buttocks. What a hell she was going through, the flames of the inferno blasting her mind, blanching it to everything except Craig and his wonderful tongue. Oh, what next, what next?
CHAPTER THREE
"Noooo...oh don't...you'll kill meeeee!"
Tina's eyes bulged, her mouth opened, gasps escaped from her lips as she felt his finger, his finger pushing into her asshole! What was he doing? She could feel that jagged nail tearing around her wrinkled gray-pink lining, then slipping into the tight little opening until it was gouging the slick ass lining.
"Yeahhh...tight...nice and tight, tighter then your pussy, I'll bet," he growled, shoving her down a little more, then crawling up behind her.
"No!" Tina protested.
Tina guessed what was about to happen. Her mind reeled in horror. Not there! she thought wildly. Oh God, not there, please not there! Again the frightened teen tried tucking her ass away from him, sliding away.
"Gettin' frisky, huh?"
She felt a hand slap down hard against the back of her head, stunning her into submission. Craig slid off the sofa, moving around behind her. This might be the chance she was waiting for, the opportunity to escape. But that blow had robbed her of most of her senses. Tina was half slumped on that sofa, one arm dangling off the side, her legs spread apart, spittle and cunt-juice running from her pussy and wetting the filthy material under her.
When Craig came back, the girl was still in that stupor. He took one of her wrists, pulling her arm forward, then took the other, looping rope around her wrists. Tina shook her head, the blonde tangles of her hair splashing around her throat. She watched wide-eyed, a lump stuck in her throat as Craig wrapped half-inch line around her wrists several times, threading the free end of the rope through the loops, then securing the bond with a double figure eight. Tina whimpered, her gaze first on her bound wrists, then the boy whom she had admired up to this point.
"Why...why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed.
Craig shrugged, that slick smile still on his lips.
"I dig it. Lots of kids like it. You'll probably get into it if you relax," he said, his voice thick and husky.
"Never, never," she said hotly, wondering how he could even think she would submit to such degradation.
"That's your problem...another one, anyway," Craig said, sliding off the couch and moving behind Tina.
The young teen followed him with her gaze, watching him pick up several more lengths of rope. He kept her kneeling forward, drawing her bound ankles past her knees. Tina let out a shuddering breath, the muscles pulling in her upper arms and shoulders from the awkward position. He was humming, actually humming as he worked, drawing her wrists back a little farther, then binding them to her ankles.
"Oh, oh...." Tina moaned.
Wrapping the line several times around both wrists and ankles, Craig finally finished with a secure slip knot.
"Hog-tied, baby. That's what you are, real hot and hog-tied."
Tina jerked her arms, pulling and tugging, twisting her wrists, trying to slip them from the chafing ropes which seemed to get tighter with each movement she made. This was hideous, awful! Her face flushed red while her pulse raced yet more. Craig examined his handiwork, checking the knots, then moving back to his original kneeling position.
There was nothing she could do. Pulling at the ropes only made things worse for her. She could feel the rough hemp chewing at her flesh each time she moved, reddening her ankles and wrists while the movements nearly made her tumble off-balance from the groaning sofa-bed.
She then felt his fingers crawling all over her spit-slicked asscheeks, feel them spreading her asscheeks far apart. Next the girl felt his breath against her flesh, blowing into her asscrack.
"Nooooo...." she moaned weakly.
And then came the thumbs, each one opposite the other, pulling back on her asscrack while the fingers kept her asscheeks spread widely apart. She could feel her asshole stretching, the wrinkled lips nearly tearing from the pressure as Craig readied both himself and her for an ass-fuck. Ass-fuck. The word was like lightning to her addled brain. Disbelief, horror and revulsion rattled around Tina's brain as Craig began his licking again, drawing his tongue up and down her shitter, then moving it to her cunt where her pussy muscles convulsed, snapping at the darting, licking tongue.
She was shaming herself by rutting in front of Craig. But there was little she could do to stop her body's reaction. He had blown away all her resistance, knocked out from under her all the carefully laid moral underpinnings of her life. Now she was adrift in a sea of lust without any signposts to help her. Tina shuddered once more, her shoulders shaking violently as that tongue stiffened and went into her shitter, twisting around and around while his fingers toyed with the sensitive bottom junction of her cuntlips. All the while, her clit sparked, wanting to be touched.
"Uhhhhhh...ohhhhhh no, no, don't do this to me, oh please don't...." She bobbed her ass up and down as best she could, feeling the subtle rub of her swollen cuntlips against one another and against her rising clit. Tingly thrills raced up and down her juice-smeared inner thighs, muscles bulging against her flesh as her tension mounted.
Tina knew he was getting ready to fuck her. She could sense him drawing up behind her, his knees sliding up against the soles of her feet. And then there was that awful touch, the feel of his cockhead brushing up against her asscheeks. He was positioning her, rocking her forward, rolling her ass up in the air with one hand while he steadied his prick with the other. Tina gulped in lungfuls of air, holding them as long as she could, then letting them out with loud gasps. There had to be a God in heaven who would prevent this kind of thing. She was being raped in the ass! Surely someone would prevent this from happening!
"Help!" she screamed.
"Jesus mother-fucker, can't you shut up for anything?"
Craig bent down, picked up a filthy rag near the couch and wrapped one arm around her throat. For a second Tina thought he was going to strangle her. She felt the fingers fanning out at the base of her neck, pressing into her soft flesh, choking out the air. She coughed, shaking her head as best she could while her fingers worked against each other and her palms. Then the gasoline-tasting rag was pushed deep into her mouth, the frayed ends touching her tonsils. She gagged, closing her throat as best she could to keep the awful taste from her mouth.
"That oughtta do it," he muttered, getting back to the ass-fuck.
Sliding up behind her, Craig wrapped his fingers tightly around his heavy cock, using the thumb of his free hand to open Tina's shitter. The girl groaned through the rag, closing her eyes, coughing and gasping as that fat bulbous cockhead drew across her asshole, then stopped for a moment. It seemed like an eternity. There were no sounds in the basement other than the heavy, labored panting of both Tina and Craig. And then she felt him rocking forward, the pressure of that fat prickhead against her asshole increasing. She grunted, cinching her asshole tight, closing her eyes with the effort and biting down on that horrible rag while sweat broke out all over her body.
"Relax it, damn it, relax it or I'll pound the shit outta you!" Craig ordered, seeing what she was doing.
Craig tried again, his prick bending in the middle from the effort of fucking into her asshole. Raising his left hand, he brought down his fingers again and again against her asscheeks, leaving long red marks to match the others from the belt. The dry smacking sound of his hand against Tina's asscheeks mingled with her rag-muffled cries.
Tina fought to keep hold of herself, tensing her muscles so hard that the ones in the backs of her legs cramped from the effort. She could hardly breathe! And how hard it was to keep her asshole squeezed shut like that. But there was no other choice. If she relaxed for one moment, that awful cock would slide into her asshole. Surely that prick -would tear her to pieces. Tina knew she couldn't let something like that happen to her.
The big hand came down again, this time directly over her asscrack. Tina's eyes shot open, pain racing up the base of her spine and up into her brain. Just for a second, her tiny asshole muscles relaxed from the suddenness and violence of that last blow. That was all Craig needed. Grunting with triumph, the big stud tensed his thigh muscles, sliding forward, fucking his bulbous prickhead into her asshole.
"Yayghhghghghghhghggfff!" she screamed incoherently.
It was as if someone were tearing her flesh apart slowly. Lights flashed in front of her eyes while a ripping, aching pain began to spread from her violated asshole up to the base of her spine. Tina thought she was going to pass out. She wished for a faint as the agony increased. Every bone in her body seemed shattered with that painful thrust into her shitter while the muscles in her arms and legs and belly spasmed.
"Tight, man, real tight...fuck, don't know if I can get it all the way in...but sure gonna give it a good try."
Tina nearly pushed the rag from her mouth. She couldn't stand any more of this. The pain was making her legs ache, making the teeth rattle in her head while her brain fried. And still he was shoving, fucking down and in!
"Uhhhhh...."
Another slap, and then another, and a third, the blows warming up her ass, forcing her asshole to relax. It was like taking a shit in reverse, having that hard lump of cockflesh fucked into her ass! Tina groaned, feeling Craig opening her asscheeks, keeping them spread wide while fucking into her ass.
"Ohhhhhh yeahhhh...." Craig groaned.
His prick was sliding in. Tina's eyes widened even farther as she sucked in air with wheezing sounds through her flared nostrils. She could feel inch after thick, throbbing inch sliding into her asshole, disappearing into the stretched fuck-hole. Her belly was starting to cramp now, feeling as if she were being gorged with a feast! More tears sprang to her eyes, rolling down her cheeks and into her mouth as she thought about what was happening, about the cruel, unnatural way her body was being violated!
Craig fucked halfway in, stopping at the midpoint on his cock and wiping the beaded sweat from his forehead. Tina let out a sigh of relief, feeling her assmuscles clamping tightly around the embedded prick. Then she felt his fingers pressing down again against her asscheeks, fanning out for support as he began to pull out! It was as if he were yanking out a fistful of her guts, as if some strange, obscene vacuum were sucking at her shit-chute! The girl arched her spine downward, her wrists and ankles pulling and tugging once more at the binding ropes while her body jerked and bobbed from the sensation. It was so vulgar, so terribly degrading to feel those sparks of delight and pain mixing together somehow and making her heart pound so violently!
"Whew! Tight, man! Could snap off my cock with that ass!"
If only she could snap his prick off, break his cock in the middle with her shitter. It seemed brittle enough. Time and time again the girl tried, squeezing down tight and pushing out as if she were taking a shit. But when Craig noticed her opposition he simply slapped down hard, dazing her into submission once more.
"That's it, bitch. That's it, take my cock good," he muttered.
Tina felt her asshole lining opening for that invading prick while her belly muscles tightened and cramped. Sour bile rose in her throat as she fought desperately not to vomit. No, she would not disgrace herself in front of him. Tina would not give this animal the opportunity to see her in a more disgraceful position than she was already in.
"Fuck it out, fuck...." He began a regular fucking rhythm now, fucking his prick in, then pulling out until only the cockhead remained clasped by her asshole lips. In and out, in and out, his balls swinging more and more. And all the time his fingers toyed with her cuntlips, straying up to her clit and scratching around the base of that writhing clit. This was all so mad, so wild! Tina tried fighting against the rising tide of excitement in her. But she couldn't. After the initial pain had disappeared, there was only the sliding sensation of Craig's cock.
"Uh! Uhhhfff! Uhhhffff!" The girl grunted like a stuck pig with each downward thrust, her body shaking as Craig's groin slapped against her upturned asscheeks again and again. Sparking needles of a weird kind of need burned her nerve endings, making them tingle while her asshole muscles began a milking action against that fucking cock. Why couldn't he have his cock in her pussy? The thought came to her again and again as Craig fucked her asshole mercilessly.
What a terrible thing to think! How could she even suggest something like that to herself, lose her cherry to a complete stranger? As bad as this was, at least she would have her virginity, something to which she could still cling to!
"Ohhhhhhh baby, baby...."
His fingers were straying into her cunt now, spreading her cuntlips, his nails trailing along that incredibly slick, sensitive strip of flesh separating her cuntlips from her flesh. Her cunt muscles snapped shut tight at that ticklish touch, sucking in at his digits as if they were a prick. Craig only laughed, stroking her, rubbing his knuckles against her clit until her pussy relaxed.
"Ohhhhhh yeah...too bad I can't fuck you in the ass and cunt at the same time," Craig groaned, fucking his fingers in and out of her pussy.
Tina cried through the rag every time the stud seemed to be about to break through her cherry with his fingers. Craig stopped short each time, drawing back, watching her body relax.
And then the final round of the ass-fucking began. The whirling ball of hunger in her belly was devouring all her senses except for those in her asshole and pussy. Tina bobbed her ass in the air hungrily, grunting and gasping, the drag of her cuntlips against each other and the invading fingers, almost too much for her.
Everything in her body and mind was tensing up, coiling for a final cum, the orgasm that would end her life as a young girl. She could sense that as Craig's prick fucked and hammered hard against her stretched shitter. He was babbling something incoherent now. And then came a feeling she would never forget, the sensation of something very hot and thick spattering against her shitter lining. Craig was shouting, his body twisting and jerking against hers while his fingernails dug into her tense inner thighs. He was cumming in her ass!
Tina tightened her thighs as best she could, twisting them up and down to maximize the rubbing of her cuntlips against her clit. That moment of madness was upon her. In a second, she was a gasping, rutting animal, her thighs tensing, her asscheeks jiggling as they jerked from side to side and up and down. Streamers of jizz shot into her shitter, filling up the tiny hole and dribbling back out around his pulsing cockshaft.
The girl collapsed, her arms pulling uselessly at her rope bonds once more. It was as if she had been given a powerful drug! The force of her cum had been violent, her cunt clamping down at least twice for every shot of jizz she received up the ass. And there was nothing in her pussy except an occasional fucking finger. How awfully good that fucking had been. And yet how empty. Tina began to dimly realize that she needed to have a prick up her cunt, something to make her feel completely satisfied. And yet...and yet wasn't fucking wrong?
"Okay, Tina, it's all over, man, all over," the stud sighed, tensing his muscles and pulling out slowly, slowly, his softening prick stretching as her asshole muscles remained clamped shut.
Shuddering chills raced up and down her body as the fat cockhead finally slipped from her stretched shitter lips. How awful, how awful! And yet the girl knew there was something dark in her, something that had responded to Craig. As Craig removed the gag and began untying her ropes, Tina hoped to heaven nothing like this would ever happen again.
CHAPTER FOUR
Carol was an attractive woman. She was five-foot-three, had long well-tapered legs, a waspish waist and a set of tits that rode high and proud on her chest. Any man worth his salt would have tried to fuck the beautiful blonde at the drop of a hat. And yet Carol had gone three years without fucking a man. Three long years.
It had been difficult, raising Tina after her husband's sudden death, trying to reorganize her life. Now, as things began to shape up, the woman realized she was lonely for companionship, lonely for a man touching her. When that tingle in her cunt got-so she could no longer control her emotions, Carol knew she had to do something about it. But she had never fucked a man other than her husband.
It had only been her husband who had led her up to his frat house one night and popped her cherry. Again and again they would cum together before they married, their bodies twisting and writhing together in a wonderful dance of love and lust.
Marriage hadn't cooled Jack's ardor. His sudden death left Carol in a lurch. When she could no longer stand it, when those nights of her fingers straying over her pussy could no longer ease the tension in her pussy, Carol did something she never would have guessed she had the courage for-she had her best friend Gretta Harrington fix her up with a blind date. It was silly, it was absurd.
She thought about it as she coiled her hair up French style after donning a tight-fitting black dress, and Carol wanted to phone Gretta and call the whole thing off. It was absurd. She was nearly thirty-six. Did she think she was some sort of teeny-bopper again?
She closed her eyes and felt the pulsing itch in her cunt when she thought about the possibilities this date had. Her date was the cousin of her friend. Gretta assured her he was a perfect gentleman. The closer the hour drew to when he would be picking her up, the more nervous she became. Carol could hardly clamp the long dangling earrings onto her ears as she glanced at the small white alarm clock and saw he would be there in ten minutes.
"Tina, are you sure you'll be all right here alone tonight?" Carol called out, checking her face, patting her hair carefully with one hand.
"Yes, Mother, fine," the girl said listlessly, rousing herself from her bed and strolling to her mother's bedroom doorway. "I'm just going to study some more, then go to bed."
Carol stopped her preening for a moment, screwing up her eyes and looking at her daughter. Ever since that party two days ago, the girl had been acting a little strangely. At times she thought her daughter had wanted to speak to her about something.
"Maybe I should stay at home...and we could talk, talk like in the old days, heart-to-heart," Carol said, feeling her heart beating wildly as she thought of her unknown date and the demands he would make on her.
"No, that's all right, Mom. I'm kinda tired tonight anyway," Tina said, yawning while stretching one arm over her head.
Carol bit her lower lip. Tina was still such a so baby. It seemed only yesterday that she was playing with dolls and teddy bears. Now, as she stood there in her tight-fitting halter and faded Levi's, she looked as if she were balancing herself between womanhood and innocence. Her bare feet and unmade face almost made her look tomboyish. But there was definitely a woman in Tina. She saw that the way her daughter held herself lately, the way she looked at herself in the mirror. If only she wouldn't wear those clothes that revealed the seductive curves of her young body. Carol was certain they would get her in trouble one of these days, if they hadn't already.
"I fixed you a snack plate downstairs in the refrigerator in case you get hungry," Carol said after sighing, peering into the mirror one more time before picking up her makeup case. "How do I look?"
"Not bad for a first date," Tina said, grinning a little.
There was a knock at the front door, followed by a ring. Carol nearly jumped out of her skin. There he was. It was childish, but the woman had the urge to bolt.
"Want me to get it?" Tina offered, seeing her mother's nervous reaction.
"No, that's fine. I've got to see this through myself," Carol said more steadily, swallowing down a lump of nervousness and walking through the doorway. "I'll be home before twelve."
Tina muttered something, then disappeared back into her bedroom. Carol felt so alone as she reached the bottom of the stairs and opened the front French doors.
"Mrs...uh, Carol?"
Carol was devastated. She had expected a distinguished man. Her friend had told her that. But never in her wildest imagination had she expected a man like Bob Getz. He had to be well over six feet, had broad shoulders, and a trimmed moustache matched by a well-trimmed beard framing his handsome face. And those eyes! Dark and boring into her even now as he stood at the door in his sport coat and white open-collared shirt. There was an easy smile on his face.
"Yes, of course," she said breathlessly, trying to recover herself. "I'm...I'm ready."
How awful that sounded! It was as if he were her executioner leading her to the block.
"Then let's go."
She felt the warm pressure of his hand on her back as he led her from the house to his little red Mercedes. Sitting in the plush dark-brown leather seat, Carol turned her head and saw Tina's face in the bedroom window peering out. Carol certainly hadn't expected to be whisked away from her boredom in something like this, but it certainly was nice. The engine oared and off they went with a squeal of rub-t, the cool night air blowing Carol's hair back.
All in all it was a lovely evening. Dining, dancing, chatting easily by then at a cocktail lounge. Then Carol knew the moment of truth was coming. As the evening wore on, she saw a certain look in Bob's eyes, a look that seemed to ask, "well, are you going to fuck or aren't you?"
Carol found the temptation too great. When Bob suggested they go to his place for a late drink, she accepted, knowing full well what was going to happen. She wouldn't get home by twelve. Glancing at her blue-faced digital watch, Carol could see it was nearly that now. Tina wouldn't know. The girl was probably sound asleep now. Besides, Carol was an adult woman. Carol didn't have to explain her every move to her daughter.
Still, she felt nearly sick when she walked up the long, twisting stairs to Bob's beachfront apartment. The door opened and she stepped into the large living room. Closing the door, he failed to turn on the lights. Carol's heart skipped a beat.
"Such a large place," she muttered, clutching her evening bag to her waist.
"It's a townhouse, actually," he said, his voice washing over her like a wave. Carol shivered, her flesh puckering up into goose pimples. "Two floors and a basement, something you don't find too often here in Southern California."
She wanted to turn around and look at him. But fear and confusion made her stand still in the middle of that darkened room. This was foolish. She was a grown woman. Why was she acting like some kind of kid?
"Carol...." He breathed her name in a way that nearly sent her falling to the floor in a faint of lust. It was a call, a call of lust. Turning, she was glad it was still dark. Bob couldn't see the look of smoldering want on her face.
She realized then that her breathing was rapid and shallow. Things were becoming so blurred, so out of focus for her. Oh, why had Gretta talked her into this anyway? She was probably better off at home, alone, fantasizing about her late husband and men in general.
"Maybe we should skip the drink. I think I've had enough already," Bob confessed, passing his fingers through his thick black hair.
"I...I agree."
What then? Was he going to drive her home? That was ridiculous.
"Anyway, I wasn't thinking so much about drinking anymore."
His eyes told her exactly what he was thinking about. Now that she was getting accustomed to the dark she could see his face, could see the determination that reminded her of her late husband. Letting out a sharp gasp, Carol put one hand to her stomach, feeling the butterflies fluttering madly about while her nostrils flared and burned. She was feeling a little light-headed as she stood there in the strange living room, waiting for this man to make his move to fuck her. That was what she wanted, a fuck. Could he smell her hot cunt? Could he smell the juices she felt oozing from her pussy and wetting down the crotch panel of her panties?
"You're not okay, are you, Carol?"
The question made her tremble in the dark. She knew she should run, run out the door, demand that he take her back to her house. But instead she stood her ground, feeling those haunting eyes reading her mind.
"What are you doing?" she gasped.
Things had happened quickly. In a moment Bob was standing in front of her, bending down, kissing her hair. Her hands fluttered up to his shoulders. Weakly she tried pushing him back.
"No, don't...I haven't done something like this in so long and."
"That's why you want it so badly," Bob broke in, kissing her neck, then sliding his lips up to her earlobes.
It was so good, so shivery and yet so fiery good! Carol almost giggled. She knew she had to be going crazy. Was she some kind of nymphomaniac? Surely the powerful feelings draining her of all strength were those of a person who had gone so long without fucking!
"Please...."
"It's going to happen...happen any way."
His fingers were unzipping her gown, sliding it from her shoulders. And then Carol felt the soft edge of her bra cups inching down over her tits, clinging for a second on her large red nipples, then falling away.
He was so good, so expert at taking off a woman's clothes. Bob was more sophisticated than she had guessed! Again the woman tried to struggle against his imprisoning arms. But Bob refused to let her go, kissing her throat and the tops of her tits, then sliding his hand under the elastic waistband of her panties. They were moving to one side, settling down on a sofa. Carol felt one leg bang gently against a coffee table as Bob pushed her down against one side of the couch. That roaming hand was grazing over her belly, then disappearing back under her panties once more.
This was too fast, far too fast. Did women do this sort of thing on the first date? It was the day of the sexual revolution, but wasn't this carrying things too far? Carol found herself squirming on the couch, her asscheeks sinking comfortably into the soft material while Bob slid one finger into the flooding crack of her cunt. She groaned loudly, kissing hungrily at his mouth. It was a yearning, hurried kiss, the kiss of a teenager, of a woman who had been without a man for three long years!
Bob was fucking her with that wonderful finger, in and out, in and out, twisting it around, touching her clit, making her groan while her knees jerked up against his wrists. She tightened her cuntlips around his finger, then dropped her right hand, trying to urge him deeper.
"Fuck me...please fuck me, Bob," Carol found herself begging.
It was terrible hearing her voice, hearing that tone of yearning in it, hearing those pleading words. And yet how they thrilled her! She had no cares now, no worries. She just needed a man to fuck her, to slide over her and pin her to a bed, fucking his cock into her hot, juicing pussy. How Carol needed that.
"You bet, baby."
"I can't walk...I know I can't," she admitted, hiding her reddening face in his arms.
"Don't worry about it."
Bob shifted around on the couch, picking her up easily. Carol sighed, draping her legs over his strong arm while hooking her hands behind his neck. This was like some wonderful dream fantasy come true. She didn't know what exactly was happening to her, didn't care. The woman was in a woozy, high haze. Carol had half-clear glimpses of where they were going. Up, down, around corners-it didn't matter. All she cared about was the man she leaned against, the man holding her, promising her with his breathing and his grip that he would bring her a happiness she hadn't felt in a long, long time.
In a moment she realized they had stopped. Lifting her head from his broad chest, Carol saw at once they weren't in a bedroom. There was no way in heaven this could be called a bedroom. That red, hazy fog had lifted, leaving her with a clear mind.
She tensed, feeling cold sweat beading on her forehead and face. Hanging on the walls of this room were strange, frightening-looking instruments. She thought she saw some buggy whips, riding crops, harnesses of various types, rods, cuffs, chains and ropes-it looked more like something in a riding stable than in a townhouse. Turning, she looked up into those hard, black eyes and saw a glint of something she hadn't noticed before.
"Wh...what is this?"
Bob's smile turned evil and hard as he dropped her to the floor.
"My playroom. We're in the basement of my place," he said, letting her go, then unbuttoning his white shirt and slipping it from his chest. He was strong-muscular, a weight-lifter, perhaps. A sheen of perspiration covered his hairy chest and well-developed pecs, adding a kind of sinister luster to his body.
"Playroom? Oh God!" Carol gasped.
Carol bent slightly forward at the waist, drawing in her elbows, covering her tits with her arms while pressing the fingertips of both hands against her lips to stifle a gasp. Playroom? Yes, she had heard about men like this, about their playrooms. More than once, police had raided rooms of this ilk after women had been hurt...or worse! This just couldn't be happening to her. Bob couldn't be one of those maniacs! He just couldn't!
He saw the fright and confusion in her face and laughed, reaching down and fishing out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt. Drawing one from the cellophane pack, he lit it, inhaling deeply, then letting out the blue-gray smoke in a thin trail right at her face. Carol turned her head, coughing as the acrid smoke curled up her nostrils.
"There's not much of a line separating pleasure and pain, did you know that, Carol?"
"No, I didn't," she gasped, her gaze fastened on the glowing end of the cigarette. Burning. Mafia men did that kind of thing to their women to keep them in line, using them as ashtrays. Was he like that? Again another choking draft of smoke burned her lungs and eyes.
He started walking around her, his eyes narrowing, that awful smile increasing on his thin lips. Carol watched him at every step, feeling her nipples standing up dark and red. The earlier excitement was still there, still making her body feel so aroused in spite of the growing fear she now had. Bob noticed her tit tips and laughed, pointing the cigarette toward them.
"I like tits, man. I like sucking them. Didn't have much of a chance lately to do this because of work lately," he said, sighing with disappointment. "But now I've got you...and I think...I think you're willing to experiment with me."
"No, never!" she gasped, her breathing out of control.
"Well, you don't have much of a choice in either case."
"No, don't...don't hurt me!"
Her eyes rounded while more beads of cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Carol backed away from Bob, her hands now covering her tits protectively. She eyed that cigarette with growing horror, sure that she could feel the heat touching her flesh already. She would have screamed except Carol knew the nearest neighbors were over five hundred feet away. The distance plus the crashing surf outside would drown out any sound coming from his townhouse.
She had reached a wall, the cold cinderblocks chafing her shoulder blades. Carol's mouth opened, shuddering breaths escaping from her lips while her fingers still cupped both tits. Bob stopped in front of her, raising one hand and slapping her fingers away.
"Oh!" she gasped.
That cigarette! It was coming closer. Carol cried out, cinching her eyes shut and preparing for the nightmare to begin.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Are you a little cold?" Bob asked.
Carol whimpered like a frightened, cornered puppy, her forehead wrinkled, her head moving from side to side. That heat from the cigarette! It was singeing the almost-invisible white fuzz on her belly as she pressed her body yet harder against the cinderblock wall. Her asshole muscles were beginning to fail her as terror grew deep in her belly. The acrid smell of that burning cigarette made her eyes tear and nose run. He moved the thing down, down to her cunt where he passed it from hip to hip.
"Ohhhhh...please...." Carol mewled.
There were times Carol could have sworn she could hear the curled wisps of her cunt-hairs burning and crackling under the intense heat when Bob moved too close to her pussy. Then he moved the cigarette up a little, letting the heat creep down to her pussy. Carol shuddered, the backs of her legs shuddering against the wall as she flattened her hands against the cinderblocks and dug her nails into the scratchy cold material. It was like being lined up against the wall for an execution. And yet in spite of the horror, in spite of the slight pain, it felt so good. So terrifying and yet so good.
"Mmmmmm, you seem to like this, don't you, Carol?" Bob said, his eyes narrowing as he moved the cigarette up to her nipples. In a moment, she felt something pressing against the right tit tip. There was a second of pressure, another moment of ice-cold sensation, then finally the harsh reality of a red-hot object burning into her nipple.
"Yaggggghhhhhh!" she screamed.
Carol jerked from the wall, one hand slapping the cigarette away. She bolted forward, her bare feet padding over the concrete floor as she dashed through the large playroom. The woman had no idea where she was going, where escape might lay. All Carol knew was that she had to flee or be destroyed.
"You can't go anywhere," Bob muttered, shoving the cigarette in his mouth and pursuing her.
It was like having hell itself go after her. Carol stumbled, regained her balance, then pitched forward again, her thunderous tits slapping wildly against her heaving chest. Her blonde hair streamed behind her as she threaded her way past the vile contraptions on the floor, nearly knocking several riding crops off their hooks on the wall as she neared the stairs. Thoughts of her new life, of her new freedom had evaporated now in the horror of that basement. Now all Carol wanted to do was grab her clothes and rush away from this madman before he hurt her any more.
"It's not nice to run before you've had the main course," Bob said, catching her by the hair and jerking backward.
Carol shrieked in agony, her eyelids fluttering, her eyes widening and rounding while both arms stretched in front of her. That pain, that agonizing pain in her scalp! Her head snapped back while her knees buckled, then finally gave way. In an instant, the woman was down on the floor, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks while Bob had tangled his fingers in her hair.
"No, no, yaggghhhh...nooooo!"
Again and again she curled her fingers into two tight fists and beat them against the man savagely, trying to knock his hands from her hair. But Bob kept twisting his hands around and around, ripping the strands from her scalp and making Carol shriek yet louder in agony and fear.
"Now, I haven't finished with you yet," he said with studied calm, twisting little more when Carol tried getting up.
Again the blonde screamed, shaking her head from side to side, her ass now resting on the floor while one leg folded under the other and cramped. He had caught her, caught and defeated her. Moving around, Bob pulled her backward, her long blonde hair stretching behind her.
"Ughhh...no, no, no!" she protested.
He was pulling her back across the floor as if she were nothing but a sack of potatoes. Putting both hands down on the floor, Carol shoved backward, kicking down at the same time while wriggling her naked ass over the concrete. She moved as quickly as she could, at times appearing as if she were about to get up. But Bob kept yanking back when that happened, and the resulting pain sent her asscheeks jiggling back down onto the floor.
"Yaghh!"
Her spine struck something. A table, workbench, some sort of crudely built platform of two-by-fours. He let go of her hair, stepping to one side. Carol was grateful for the brief respite, rubbing the fingers of one hand briskly through her scalp to ease the throbbing agony.
"Come on, Carol, we're going to have a night you're not going to forget for a long while."
With that promise, Bob scooped her up from the floor, twisting her around and putting her down on the bench. The woman had little time at the moment to examine her new bed. Bob still had that awful cigarette in his mouth. And now he resumed his torture, pulling the half-burned cigarette from between his lips and drawing it to her thighs.
"No, no...." she whimpered.
Carol's eyes widened once more. Her face blanched, her muscles tensing until they cramped as that awful thing drew closer and closer to her flesh.
"Pain and pleasure, Carol," Bob repeated, his eyes glittering with excitement as the blue smoke curled around his head. "The two of them are very close. You're going to find that out soon."
"No, no...."
Carol thought she would piss right' there in front of him, would disgrace herself as the heat increased on her right thigh. She could smell that awful cigarette smoke now. How it made her head throb. Her fingers curled into fists once more, pressed against her ass as Bob moved the instrument of torture up to her body.
Clenching her teeth together, the woman let out a long low growl as the tip of that cigarette finally touched her right thigh. Her body shivered as Bob dragged it along the bulge created by her tensed tendon. Her head shook as the pain increased. Carol jerked her leg back, letting her ass slide over the splintery top of the workbench.
"Yeah, just right...." Bob murmured.
Bob moved the cigarette up farther until once more Carol heard the crackling of her burning pussy-hairs. No, no, please God, don't let him do this to me, the woman prayed silently, throwing back her head and staring wide-eyed at the beamed ceiling. She wished she would faint, pass out to escape the burning, drilling pain shooting through her legs and crushing the base of her spine.
"Nooooo!" she screamed.
The cigarette moved away for a moment. Carol let out a whispering sigh through her teeth, her muscles visibly relaxing. But the respite was fractional. In a second she felt one hand drop down to her cunt, the fingers spreading the swollen pussylips open. Carol trembled at the gentle touch, trembled as she had earlier upstairs when Bob had gently touched her excited pussy, lovingly with that same hand. Only now there was torment in store for her!
The cigarette came down again, touching a few hairs around the base of her pussy. She looked down with rounded, horrified eyes. The blonde curls blackened under the red heat, then disappeared in the blue smoke as the heat licked into her juicing cunt.
"No, No," she groaned in fear and pain.
"Oh yes, Carol. I can see you're really excited by this, nearly as excited as I am," Bob said, his voice thick and trembling.
Excited? Was he insane? All she could think of was the maddening terror rattling her brain, and he was talking of her arousal. Sucking in another deep breath, she held it, her mind spinning around and around as her neck muscles cramped and stood out.
Carol let out that breath, sweat beading her body. All she could think about was that center of pleasure, her pussy about to be scorched.
"No, don't...not that...save that...please, don't...." she pleaded incoherently.
The cigarette dropped into the blonde cunt bush. Carol screamed, hearing the burning of the cunt-hairs as if they were a forest ignited by a fireball. Then a whirling storm of fiery pain enveloped her pussy. He was touching that horrible cigarette to the moist area directly below her clit.
"Yaggghghhhhh!" Carol screamed, shrieking in a way she never would have thought humanly possible. Blue and yellow stars exploded in front of her while her body shot back, hitting the wall behind her. Bob pursued her with a hellish mania, keeping the cigarette buried there in her smoldering pussy. Millions of tiny burning needles ripped at her cunt as she fought with all her might to knock away the hot cigarette from her cunt.
There was a hissing sound. Her fuck juices were putting out that horrible little thing. She heard Bob cussing and muttering. But that was all she could take. Her mind finally shattered under the pain and pressure. Going limp, nearly tumbling from the table, Carol fainted. The world whirled around in front of her then blackened. How good it was to feel nothing, to be completely immune to pain! With that delicious thought, the woman slipped into oblivion, her body leaned heavily against Bob's.
Carol had no idea for how long she remained unconscious. Slowly she rose to the surface of reality, afraid to open her eyes. As long as he thought she was asleep he wouldn't touch her. No, he wanted her to react, needed to have her screaming, twisting and writhing in agony in order to achieve what sick pleasure he could from her.
"Awake, Carol? You can't be out for this long," Bob whispered.
That voice! How it made her shiver. She couldn't hide that slight shudder of her flesh, a quiver Bob noticed quickly.
"Good. Now we can-"
"No, oh no don't do this to me," Carol interrupted, shaking the sleep from her head and rising from the table. Pushing back her blonde hair, she stared with fear and yet loathing at this stranger. "You...you animal...you call yourself a man."
Carol saw his face darkening under her verbal attack.
"You take me up here with...with promises of...." Carol couldn't finish the sentence, embarrassed by her own ideas of what was supposed to have happened. "And then...and then you do something like this to me. What kind of man are you?" she questioned, her voice breaking as her courage began failing her. "Are you even a...a man?"
Bob's forehead wrinkled, his lips tightening as he stared down at her.
"I was going to go easy on you at first. But you seem to enjoy this so much...." His voice was dry, studied.
He came up to her, snapping his right hand in the air, then bringing down the backs of her fingers hard across her face.
"Uhhhhh...." she grunted.
The report of the slap and her quavering outcry were muffled. Carol's body snapped back onto the workbench, her head jerking to one side from the force of the blow. As her long hair tangled around her throat, the attractive blonde tried to climb off the table. Another sharp blow across her face prevented any such move. With a dull thud, Carol struck the table under her, her head spinning around like a mix master.
"Better," he muttered.
There was some movement around her. Carol didn't dare open her eyes. No, she didn't want to see what was going to happen to her. She had angered him. Now she would pay for it. As she felt him drawing her hands back behind her, the woman thought of her daughter, wondered if she were still asleep in her room, safe and sound while, here, she...she was a victim of this maniac. If something were to happen to her who would care for
Tina? That thought made her sob. Then she realized Bob was cuffing her hands, wrapping something very tight around her wrists. "What?"
It was a set of leather handcuffs with a latex lining squeezing off the circulation to her fingers. Carol rolled her eyes up just in time to see him snap the cuffs together.
"And you talk too much, you know that?" he said.
Again the woman thought about getting up from the table. But the memory of that blow, the still-smarting red marks on her cheeks, told her to keep still on the rough wood. Bob rummaged around in a small drawer in the center of the workbench, pulling out a strange ball and chain device.
"Open up!" he ordered.
There was little she could do. Swallowing hard, Carol parted her lips and opened her mouth, finding that rubber ball jammed hard and fast past her front teeth. She gagged, instinctively jerking her hands up in an attempt to free her mouth of that horrible thing. Of course her wrists were cuffed, her arms jerking about uselessly.
Bob laughed at her futile attempt. "Good, good."
He finished the job, sliding the straps attached to either side of the ball tightly around her head and affixing them just above the back of her neck. Carol tensed her legs, bending her knees and digging her heels against the splintery wood. It was awful being bound this way, unable to move as she chose, to defend herself against this maniac bent on hurting her more and more.
"Now, up we go," he said.
She was transferred, moved as if she were some patient in an Intensive Care Unit. This was amazing, utterly unbelievable. She was a victim in this room of horrors! Never before had she met anyone even remotely associated with this sort of thing.
"There we go," he said.
He stopped, setting her down under one set of chains hanging from an overhead beam. Again Carol rolled up her eyes, looking at the half-inch links glittering in the soft light. Hefting her body, Bob moved around carefully, stretching one arm around the struggling, groaning woman, attaching the backs of the cuffs to one of the links of the double chain, then stepping back.
"Unnnnfffffff!" she grunted.
Carol's body dropped to the floor, stopped sharply by the rattling chains straining under her jiggling weight. She hung there, her arms stretched up and back behind her, the weight of her body tearing at her own arm sockets while her tits hung slightly out from her chest and swayed gently from side to side. She was a piece of meat, a piece of beef hanging from a butcher's wall! And all the while she couldn't voice her pain, her humiliation, her discomfort, as that ball gag pushed back into her mouth, making her swallow her own gathering spit.
If only she could touch the floor, reach it with her toes to ease the painful weight tearing at her sockets. But the concrete was at least five inches from her toenails! No relief, nothing to ease the throbbing agony!
"Still something missing," Bob said, stroking his chin and staring half in amusement at the hanging, bound woman.
Carol peered through the hair curtaining her face. Through the pain, she could feel nothing but hatred toward this animal as he walked in front of her, thoughtfully staring at her, his lips curled into a smile.
"Yeah...I think I've got it," Bob said, his eyes flickering more brightly.
Carol's heart stopped. When she heard that, the woman wondered what new horror he would visit on her. She didn't have to wait for long. There was the sound of more rummaging in that awful drawer. He returned with a leather collar, reaching up and stretching the thing around her throat. Carol tried jerking her head away as best she could. But of course all movement only added to her discomfort. In the end, Bob won, attaching the collar to her neck tightly, nearly choking off her wind.
"You're too proud...can't have you holding your head up that high."
Moving to one side of the workbench, Bob picked up a small sledgehammer. At the end of the handle was a small hook. It was then Carol realized her collar had a matching hook just at the center of her throat. With a small link of chain Bob attached the two, letting the sledgehammer pull down her head, thus adding to the painful strain in her shoulders and upper back.
"Nnnnnfffffff!" she groaned.
How awful she must have looked-bound that way, her hands trussed up and pulled back, her mouth gagged with that awful rubber ball, while a sledgehammer weighted down her bowed head! It was something out of a torture chamber!
"Now to see how well you handle some pain, Carol."
More? There would be more, more pain for her, more degradation? What on earth had she done to offend God so? What had she done to deserve this kind of punishment? There was more rattling around the basement. Mustering what strength she had, the woman blinked away the flowing hot tears and watched as Bob looked at the various instruments of torment he had in the racks, choosing a small black leather riding crop. He handled it almost as a lover handles his mistress, stroking his fingers over the long handle, examining the tip carefully, then turning and almost strolling back to where the helpless woman hung.
"We forgot all about your panties," he said in an almost child-like voice, stroking the leather up and down over the sheer nylon of her pink briefs.
Carol shivered at that touch, only guessing what he could do to her now. He was toying with her, rubbing the crop over her asscheeks, pressing the nylon into her asscrack. Then the pressure was gone, replaced by a hissing sound. The riding crop! He was going to hit her with it!
That realization struck her just a fraction of a second before the crop did. With a shattering blow, the instrument smacked against both asscheeks, sending hot slivers of agony racing through her ass.
CHAPTER SIX
Her mind went blank while more explosions of agony raced through her body, making her muscles tremble and cramp. The woman gagged, her tongue pressing against that horrible ball cramping her mouth. That sharp pain in her ass seemed to wrench her guts inside out while her eyes opened wide with agony. This was horrible, absolutely horrible. And the weight of that awful hammer against her neck! For a moment, Carol thought it was going to snap her spine in two.
"Uhhh...uuuhhhh...." she moaned.
She was grunting like an animal now as her body twisted on the chains. Carol looked in panic as Bob stood back, rocking from side to side, holding the crop against his face.
"You see what you're in for? You see what's going to happen?"
He seemed to enjoy dragging this out, explaining to her in slow detail what was taking place. Her gaze dropping down to his crotch, she could see his cock was hard, tenting up the front of his trousers. Yes, he was excited by the sight of her hanging there helplessly, twisting around in the clattering chains while that awful hammer bowed her head down.
Carol watched in growing horror as Bob brought his hands up once more, holding the crop and tapping the edge against her right side. The light smacking of the leather made her shiver. In spite of the pain in her shoulders and her neck and back, Carol trembled for fear of an even greater agony created by that leather-covered rod in his hand.
She shook her head violently from side to side, the hammer swaying from the movement and nearly cracking her spine. This couldn't be happening. It had to be some awful dream, some terrible figment that would clear as soon as she awoke.
"Okay, Carol, now we get serious."
In a second, she felt something slashing across her right cheek. The crop! He was going to scar her face! Carol screamed around that choking rubber ball, her arms jerking, her legs kicking out, her body jiggling around like some crazed puppet.
No, no, he couldn't do this to her, he couldn't! Another blow, and a third, the crop savagely crisscrossing her face. The force of those blows made her head snap away from the riding crop. The fiery pain spread to all parts of her body, drawing yet more tears from her eyes. Oh when, when would it stop?
Spittle frothed around the corners of her stretched lips, bubbling over the rubber ball and hanging down in strings from her mouth. Bob drew back and cocked his hand, readying himself for another round. Carol's muffled screams mixed once again with the slashing, smacking sound of the riding crop. The first blow slashed over her left nipple, making Carol jerk back, her body bending slightly at the waist while the hammer arched forward and slammed into her belly.
"Uhhhhhh...." she grunted in pain.
Bob was pleased with the result, watching as Carol felt the wind knocked from her. She sucked in air with a wheezing sound through her flared nostrils as the hammer wiggled from side to side, finally coming to rest. There was another blow across her right nipple, a third slashing over her left thigh and her belly. That was the worst, making her jerk her knees up to her belly, then kick out. If only she could kick his balls, mash them! Then she would feel some sort of terrible satisfaction!
"Yeah, it's happening to you, isn't it," Bob said, slowing down in his savagery for a moment. "You're hating me, really hating me. It's only a little while longer before you want me fucking you, Carol. Yes, that's the truth."
The woman screamed her denial of that horrible statement. Fucking? He could talk of fucking at a time like this?
Again Bob lashed out, striking her hanging tits, the crop slicing into the reddening flesh and drawing more stinging pain. Carol writhed with the pain of those awful blows. She felt the warm sticky sweetness of her sweat flowing down her ribs, trailing along her belly. Sweat filled her navel, then trickled down into the top of her cuntal fringe. Bob stared at her once more, licking his lips like a wolf. The twisting, tortured body in front of him aroused a lewd gleam. He moved closer to Carol.
"Yyooowowwhfffffff!" she screamed.
He was truly savaging her. Not only had he burned her pussy, not he was tearing at her cunt, pulling at the hairs, yanking them out so one at a time and watching her twist and writhe helplessly under him.
"Bitch! Cunt! You love this kind of thing. You enjoy having men do this to you, string up your body, then beat it," he growled, his free hand flailing at her face.
Carol screamed once more through the gag. denying his hateful words.
"You're all alike, all of you," Bob said, his face twisting into a mask of hatred and lust while his fingers clawed at her cheeks and her cunt. "And when I'm through with you, Carol, you'll agree with me."
He was going wild with the riding crop, lashing over her face, her lips, the tops of her tits once more. The woman struggled helplessly, feeling like a speared fish out of water. There was nothing she could do other than scream and twist around helplessly on those horrible chains. The cuffs were chafing her wrists cruelly while her arms threatened to pop from their sockets. And all the while that hammer was swinging from side to side, hitting her belly at times, then swinging out and threatening to stretch her neck to the snapping point. Again and again the leather rod sliced into her welting flesh, smacking against her asscheeks, then her tits, up to her face, then finally biting into the soft ass-flesh.
"Uuufufufufffff!" she groaned around the si ball gag.
Again the woman prayed for unconsciousness. But this time the pain wasn't great enough. Carol felt her fingers going numb. She screamed at the big man as best she could, pushing her tongue against that filthy rubber ball in an attempt to shove it from her mouth. How she wished she could knife him, cut him into tiny pieces the way he was slicing her!
"Nice, nice...." he murmured.
As hard as Carol tried to hide her body from Bob and his riding crop, she only brought more agony to herself. She managed to somehow climb upward on the chains. The blind strokes of the rod crossed her nipples, burning into the sensitive tips like burning sulphur. When her legs struggled backward, crossing over one another to protect her cunt, Bob's fingers found a deeper grip on her slick, slippery pussy flesh. Bob knew his fingernails were tearing into the soft, vulnerable skin of her pussylips. The folds of her cunt were on fire.
"Uuuuuufufuuufffff!"
Bob lashed and beat at her, grabbing more of her cunt. Carol fought with him as best she could, her mind exploding again and again. At some time, the battle changed. There was a new element added now, something she never would have guessed possible. Bob was right. There was an excitement rising in her from somewhere deep inside, something that was turning this pain into something else. Carol screwed her eyes up in wonder as the riding crop bit into her lower leg, then into her bare soles.
"Uuuuuffff...." she moaned.
Bob noticed the subtle change in her moans and looked up, a pleased smile crossing his lips.
"I knew it wouldn't take long from someone like you," he commented, pausing for a moment, then dropping the crop to the floor. "You've been without a man for a long time...a very long time. A woman like you needs something like this, something violent to get your going."
Horrible, awful man! What was he talking about? If only he would let her down, unchain her and let her down, she would beg him on bended knee to let her go. Carol no longer wanted to fuck, no longer wanted a man pinning her to the bed to satisfy the craving in her pussy. No. She only wanted to go home to her daughter and hide from the world for the rest of her life.
There were the sounds of something scraping over the floor nearby. Looking to the right, Carol saw Bob sliding a small crate over to her. Standing on it, he stretched up both hands, working his fingers over the snaps holding the cuffs to the chain. Carol nearly cried when she felt the tension easing on her arms and shoulders. She was free of those awful chains! With a whimper she slid down from the bonds, falling against his body. The cuffs were gone, slipped from her injured wrists, falling to the floor. But Carol was too weak to struggle no, to carry out her former plan to hurt this man as much as he had hurt her. Moaning softly into his chest, she only prayed he would satisfy himself soon and let her go.
"Where are you...you taking me now?"
There was no answer. There didn't have to be one. There would be more pain, more degradation involved. She was sure of that. And Carol was right. He dragged her back to the workbench, flinging her on top of it, then reaching down and pulling his pants to the floor. Weakly Carol rose and turned her head, her eyes taking in the full length of his prick-big, thick, ringed with pulsing blue rope-like veins pressing against his tight-fitting cock skin. And at the top were two folding lobes, dark red to purple, smeared with a thin coating of pre-cum.
At that moment, at that very instant, Carol realized Bob was right. In his ranting, in his horrible chant against her, he had been right. In spite of everything-or perhaps against her, he had been right. In spite of everything-or perhaps because of it-she was hot for him, hot for his prick, wanting to be fucked hard and fast and furiously, brutally raped by his cock.
He said nothing else, climbing onto the table and knocking her knees apart. She felt his calloused fingers gripping her asscheeks, jerking them apart, then crawling in between them. He was going to fuck her there, going to fuck her like a dog!
Bob tore off the gag from her mouth, sealing her lips with his, driving his tongue down into her throat. For another wild second, Carol thought about biting it off, spitting it out and then climbing from the table as he screamed, a victim of her persecution. And then she felt his prick pressing against the dampened front of her panties. He was shoving her briefs down. And then his cock was rubbing up and down her furry cunt slit, rubbing up against her clit, creating a heaven of sparks and delightful spasms. All thoughts of destroying him, of crushing him into the dirt as he had crushed her, evaporated under this excitement.
"Ahhhhhh yeahhhh, fuck, fuck...that's what this is all about, Carol. Fucking...as fucking."
Carol felt his hot breaths pumping against her face as he struggled on top of her. His weight was crushing her body against the table, bruising her ass and spine. But at this point the woman didn't care. How her pussy warmed, simmered like a heated pot of water as his prick began working its way into her cunt.
"Uh...uhhh...so good, sooo very good, ohhhhh, damn you, so gooooood!"
The words escaped from her against her will. How could she be admitting something this horrible to Bob? But something greater and stronger than she had taken over. His sliding, rolling fingertips moved from the top of her cunt mound to her nipples, then back again, making her feel as if she were about to sail through the basement ceiling. Arching her spine slightly, Carol found herself pressing her lower belly against the long, thick ridge of his prick, grinding her thighs back and forth invitingly. She could even feel the ridge of his prickhead pressing into her flesh.
"Uhhhh, baby, baby, move that ass, come on, move it good for me," Bob breathed, sucking her neck, then biting down and nearly breaking skin.
"Oh, oh, ohhh!"
His hands were cupped around her asscheeks now, squeezing in hard, painfully, deliciously! He was rolling her back and open. And then his right hand moved up from her ass, over her hipbone, then around to her cunt. He was squeezing her cuntlips together, rubbing the rubbery edges over one another until a froth began bubbling up from her pussy. Carol threw her head from left to right, groans of delight now escaping from her lips.
"Ohhhhh, fuck...fuck me...." she groaned.
There was no pride, no desire for revenge. All the desire she had was to have that fat prick fucking in and out of her pussy. The phantom pains she still felt in her shoulders and arms somehow added to the delight cutting through her mind. Pain and pleasure. It was something of a revelation, just as Bob had said it would be! As the prick rubbed a new kind of life into her cunt, Carol had a mental image of herself hanging from the ceiling, her body bent over in that horribly awkward position, trapped by that hammer, by those chains, by those cuffs! Another sharp spasm of pleasure rushed through her cunt, leaving her breathless as Bob slapped her asscheeks hard a third time.
"Want it bad, bitch? Want it really bad."
"Oh yes, yes, yes!"
The big stud rolled his hips, his prick pushing against the top of her cunt mound. He was holding her down hard by the hips now, his knees pressing against the backs of her upturned asscheeks. Carol's legs were bent at the knees, her feet in the air, her toes curled while her hands lay at her sides. The knob of his prick was pressing right over her clit, rubbing back and forth over the rounded juice-slicked tip. Her mind exploded once more. Strands of her blonde hair clung to her cheeks.
"Ohhhhhhh...." she moaned deliriously.
Carol rocked her asscheeks from side to side, feeling his prick hitting first one cunt lip, then the other. The tiny nub of her clit rolled under the pressure, the touch sending more and more heat to her brain. Carol couldn't take much more of this-the pain, and now the incredible pleasure, equally drawn out. Jerking her hands up, she clutched and grabbed at Bob's face, pulling his face against her throat. She had images of him tearing her apart, rending her flesh with those large square front teeth of his while all the time he fucked her mindless.
The splinters dug at her asscheeks as the couple wheeled around, entering the final phase of their fucking. Carol rocked her hips again, feeling the greasy crack of her pussy slide over his prickhead. Again, the images of her hanging from the rafters, her body swinging under the merciless beating of the rod, flashed, through her mind. Carol squirmed around, trying to slide onto the thick rod of prickmeat.
A low moan seeped from her throat. How Carol wanted that cock deep in her. She needed that man, a man, any man to show her she was a woman.
"Up, baby, up!" Bob growled.
He shoved up between her asscheeks, fucking his prickhead deep into her cunt. That was all she needed! With a shivery moan, the woman thrust upward, feeling that wonderful greasy slide of his prickhead popping past the tense, eager muscles of her cunt mouth. How good, how wonderfully good it was having something like that inside her clasping, clutching pussy!
"Uhhhhh...ohhhh God, it's going to very, very deeeeeeeep!" she screamed.
Her belly swelled as if she were pregnant once more. And then Bob was kissing her once more, his tongue wriggling against hers, nearly touching her tonsils while saliva bubbled from her mouth and leaked down both cheeks. It was the pure ecstasy of fucking...fucking after having endured that torment.
"Uhhhh," she groaned into the spitty kiss. Carol felt the knob moving back and forth, stimulating the nerves deep inside her pussy.
She felt her cunt muscles contracting, gently at first, then with more strength, clutching at Bob's dick in a chewing, milking motion. At the same time Carol felt the inner edges of each of his teeth and speared the tip of her tongue into the soft, slippery tissues under his tongue.
"Ohhhhh, baby, baby, fuck it out, fuck it out," he groaned, pulling away and flicking his tongue into her waxy ear canals.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" she groaned.
There was no more world, no more daughter, no more home. There was only Bob-Bob and his playroom, Bob and his prick fucking in and out of her cunt right now. And how she loved it, how she moved when he pulled his prick out until the ridge around each bloated lobe tugged at her cunt muscles. Each time Carol arched her spine and tried to swallow up more of his cock meat, Bob fucked his prick forward, holding her tightly while their hipbones ground together.
"Uhhhh...oh God, God, this is so good it's going...going to kill meeeee!" she screamed.
Carol swiveled her ass around, feeling herself all the way on his big prick now. She was moving her ass around in tight, frantic circles, feeling his cock stirring around inside her, feeling those low-hanging hairy balls squeezing up against her crotch. She was dripping with sweat and cunt-juice as a whirling ball of sexual hunger grew somewhere deep in her belly. It had been long, too long for her to hold out much longer. She was going to climax, going to cum with a fury!
"Cummmmmmm!" she cried.
All restraint shattered. With a mindless cry, Carol found herself pitching over the abyss, falling into a bottomless pit as the hard jolt of Bob's cum blasted against her pussy walls. Carol was weeping and struggling, her fists beating against Bob as mind-shattering waves ripped through her cunt. She loved how her pussy milked at the bucking, jerking cock that continued to spray that white-hot jizz into her body! Her head snapped back and her tits jiggled with the furious blasts of her cunt. Even when Bob's cumming prick slowed its spasming, Carol's climax went on and on and on! How good. How savagely good! And what she had endured to feel it!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Three days had passed since Carol's ordeal. Sobbing after her wild climax, the blonde had vowed she would never, never date again. Certainly she would never see that awful man who had done all those terrible things to her! Of course Carol had said nothing like that to him after he let her stumble up the stairs to fetch her clothes. All she had wanted to do was get home, away from that maniac who had tried to kill her.
Once in the safety of her house, Carol wondered what on earth had caused her to take such a wild risk as to date a stranger.
Tina's changed attitude continued as the girl dragged around the house. There were times when Carol wondered if the girl hadn't been raped. When Carol mentioned something about going out with her friends, the girl nearly shuddered, eyeing her mother suspiciously, then muttering something about being too tired as she slinked off to her room. Carol bit her lip, staring at the girl, wanting to say something but finding herself powerless to do so.
On the fourth day, Carol was preparing dinner when she heard the front door slam. She heard the squeak of tennis shoes in the hall and then Tina moved into the kitchen. Her face was flushed and sweaty-damp. Putting her tennis racket on a chair, she walked to the sink and ran herself a glass of water. Carol was glad that at least the girl had gone out for some exercise today. Staying around in her room might be all right for a nun, but certainly not for a growing young teenager.
"How'd the tennis go today?"
"Okay, I guess," Tina said, gulping the water and shrugging. "Lots of kids on the courts."
"I'm glad you're getting out...it just isn't right for you to be hanging around here all the time, Tina, especially when it's so warm."
"Some of the kids bore me," Tina said, stirring the water with her fingers. She was staring out the window, watching several birds hopping from branch to branch in the backyard pine her father had planted so many years ago.
Carol stopped For a moment, sucking in her lower lip and biting down. Should she talk now? The sun was setting, bathing the kitchen in a mellow glow. The moment seemed as right as any. She put the casserole dish down and wiped her fingers on her sides.
"Tina...you haven't gone out on a date for a while. I know I've been careful with you, but...but I've wondered-when you go out on a date, what do you do?"
The words were coming out all wrong. It sounded as if she were grilling her daughter.
"What do you mean?"
Carol dropped her gaze, struggling to find the correct words. "I don't want to pry. I'm just concerned about your well-being. You're growing into an attractive woman...."
Carol stopped, seeing that Tina was frowning at her. What right did she have to talk like this? Hadn't she been the one yowling and screaming like a cat several nights ago-and in that horrible outfit, stripped naked, beaten, then forced to endure all that pain and agony before Bob finally fucked her? How could she talk morality to her daughter when she was the one who had nearly scratched Bob's face off when she had climaxed so powerfully? How could she lecture her daughter on the evils of the world when her cunt had exploded again and again in a firestorm of cum?
"Do you want to know if I've been to bed with a guy yet?"
Carol reddened, swallowing down the lump of embarrassment she felt growing. She wanted so much to be closer with her only daughter. She wanted to tell Tina about her brief affair with Bob, about what he had done to her, about why she was wearing a long-sleeved blouse. But something blocked her desire to talk.
"Well?" Tina looked hostile as she sat there at the table, tapping the top edge of the glass with her right index finger.
"No, your private affairs-"
Carol stopped. She hadn't meant to use that word.
"If you decide to...to do something that's your business. It's just that I hope...hope you'll come to me first for advice."
Oh, it was incredibly stupid! Why had Carol thought she could talk about something like this when her own life was in such a mess? Everything was all so mixed up! Her feelings about Bob, about how he had tied her up, about how he had fucked her after having beaten her half silly were mixed up too. Carol shook her head, closing her eyes and waving both hands in front of her face.
"Sorry I brought it up, sorry...let's eat,"
Carol said in a thickened voice, picking up the casserole dish once more and popping it into the oven. Perhaps sometime later she would talk to Tina, sit down and discover more about her daughter. But she sensed the girl was holding back something from her, and all the pleasant conversation in the world wasn't going to get that secret out of her.
Several hours after dinner the phone rang. It was Gretta, insisting on knowing how the date went. Carol refused to talk about something like that over the phone and refused to have Gretta come over.
"Of course, dear. I'll be over in a bit," Carol said, feeling her flesh crawl as she hung up the receiver.
She would have to lie, tell all sorts of stories and hope Gretta didn't ask Bob. Glancing over one shoulder, Carol saw her daughter curled up on the sofa, watching some game show. Pulling a white sweater from the hall closet, she draped it loosely over her shoulders, brushing back her long hair and walking into the foyer.
"I'm driving over to Gretta's for a while, dear. Lock the door behind me."
Nothing would happen between her and her daughter this evening. Carol felt she might as well confront her friend as soon as possible and get the lie over with.
There was another struggle going on in the house, one Carol was oblivious to. Tina realized her mother was trying to get closer to her. There were times, even during this afternoon's conversation, when she wanted to confess everything. Tina felt the tears welling up even when she affected a bored expression. All that talk bout guys, about dating. There had been a time when she had feared her mother might have discovered about what had happened between her and Craig and was playing a game with her. No, that was impossible. Craig would have been out of his mind to have told her mother. No, it was her own guilt making her feel like this, making her tremble whenever her mother started talking about sex and guys.
She stood at the front window, peering through the lace curtains, watching her mother's car back from the drive, then wheel south toward Glendale Boulevard. Tina ran her fingertips lightly along the hemmed edge of the curtains, thinking about Craig, about those wild dreams she had been having about him lately. The savage way he had treated her should have made her more ready to phone the police than daydream about him. But Tina couldn't help those thoughts.
At night she tossed and turned, her mind crowded with those awful images of her being dragged across the floor, being beaten, then finally roped while he fucked her ass! And how she had loved it! How she had bobbed her ass up and down, rutting like some whorish slut from Hollywood while he fucked his prick deeper and deeper into her shitter.
Tina felt her flesh crawling, just thinking about his touch, the way his body felt pressing against hers while the ropes tugged and jerked at her body. It was that feeling of helplessness, of complete dependency that she liked. In spite of all the women's lib nonsense she had been spouting around school, Tina liked having someone like Bob lording over her, mastering her, bedding her in the savage way he had.
But it was over. She had run from him, hiding her head, rushing from his house and praying to God he would never see her again. Tina moved from the window, a wry smile on her pretty young face. She had hoped he would stay away and he had. Tina threw herself carelessly on the couch once more, her eyes staring at the images on the television screen unseeingly. Yes, she had wanted him to leave her alone, and he had done exactly that.
The phone! Tina started, her eyes widening as the telephone jangled in the hall. How much time had passed since her mother had left? Ten minutes? Fifteen? Perhaps something had happened to the car. It hadn't been acting properly, coughing and sputtering at times when starting up. Letting out a little groan, Tina scrambled up and padded into the hall, picking up the receiver and hearing Craig's voice.
"How are you, baby?"
Tina's blood froze, thawed, then rushed through her veins like lava. She leaned against the wall, surprised that just the sound of his voice could produce such a powerful reaction in her.
"Wh...what do you want?"
Tina moved the transmitter away from her mouth for a while, coughing, clearing her throat. There was a throaty laugh from the other end of the line. She put the receiver back against her ear, trying to calm her rapid, shallow breathing.
"I'm gonna come over and see you. I saw your mom's car in the gas station on Glendale. She gonna be gone for long?" His voice was cocky, self-assured.
"No, no, not long at all," Tina said, lying through her teeth. Him coming over here? Oh no, she couldn't have that! "Please, don't come over...my mom's...she's gonna be back soon and...."
The words died on her lips as she heard another laugh.
"Then you'll come on over here. It's perfect. She won't know you're missing, not if you make it look like you're in bed or something."
Tina couldn't believe what was happening inside her. She thought she would have the strength to stand up to a proposition like this. She was receiving a dirty phone call. Worse, it was a call inviting her back to the original scene of her rape. She should have been horrified, should have slammed that phone down in horror and indignation. Instead Tina found herself listening to Craig, hanging on his every word.
"I'm gonna do nice things to your body...things like I did before. Only this time they're gonna be better. I've been thinking about you a lot lately, Tina, a whole lot."
"Oh?"
The slippery folds of her cunt were flooding quickly with blood while an itchy hot thrill was rushing up and down the insides of her thighs. It was starting up all over again, her arousal, that same arousal that had gotten her into so much trouble before. She couldn't give in to those feelings making her cunt feel so moist, so swarmy, especially as Craig kept breathing into the phone. She could almost feel his breath puffing against her throat!
"Yeah, real nice things. And I won't even touch your ass again."
Tina flushed more furiously than before. too
Yes, she could still feel his fingers fanning out against her asscheeks, feel them pressing against the soft, resilient ass-flesh while his prick jerked up against her asshole. How she had trembled when he had held her, his cockhead squirming into her shitter, the ass muscles stretching, nearly tearing from the pressure. And, all the while, those dreadful ropes had chafed her body!
"I'll start tasting you...just like I did before. Then I'm gonna start eatin' out your cunt...eatin' it out just like I ate out your butt."
"No, you don't know-"
"I know just what you want, what you need," Craig said, emphasizing the last word. "And my folks are still outta town. I still got the run of the house."
"No, Craig, no...."
But he kept talking, kept saying things that made Tina all hot and shivery all over. In the end she gave in, saying she would be outside waiting for him.
"What have I done...oh God!" she whispered, hanging up the receiver gently and holding both hands to her mouth. A rush of chilly heat slammed into her pussy, making the walls buckle with excitement. She was feeling floods of hot fuck juice seeping from her cunthole, wetting down her panties, her thighs. She would take them off. She would . . .
What was she thinking of? Tina knew she was doing something terribly wrong, something her mother would have been horrified at, if she knew. But Carol didn't know, would never know. Shaking off her daydreaming thoughts, Tina rushed upstairs, bolting into her small room and turning on the frilly pink bedlamp on the dresser. Peering into the glass, she saw an attractive young woman teetering on the brink of adulthood. Even when her hair was down around her throat and shoulders like this, she looked seductive, that balance between innocence and experience men seemed to like so well.
"I shouldn't," Tina whispered, seeing the glow in her blue eyes. No, she shouldn't. But something was driving her away from the safety of her home into Craig's sadistic arms.
Hurriedly Tina tore the covers from her bed, twisting two pillow around and hauling the bedspread back up over them. With a little more adjustment and the lights out, it looked as if she were indeed in bed. Taking her purse and making sure she had the key with her, Tina stopped by the doorway, hiking up her short blue miniskirt and pulling down her panties. It made her shiver just to feel the warm silk sliding over her thighs, down past her knees, over her ankles. There was no doubt now as to what would happen. She had made a date, a date with a guy who was going to . . .
"No, I won't think of it," she said, tossing the juice-stained panties onto the floor and closing the door quietly behind her. Clutching her imitation Gucci handbag to her waist, Tina hurried down the stairs, turning off the television, then slipping out the front door and waiting for Craig. His car came around in a few minutes.
"Come in," he called out from the auto, throwing open the passenger door.
Tina hesitated only for a moment, looking both ways to make sure none of the neighbors saw her, then rushed into the auto.
All the way to his house Tina was afraid to look at him. She pulled down the hem of her skirt as much as she could so he wouldn't be able to tell she wasn't wearing panties. He would learn of that soon enough. Tina felt she had to get used to this, one step at a time. She couldn't just rush into this scene.
"I've got some surprises for you," Craig said, turning his blue Mustang into a dark side street and slowing down.
Tina's heart contracted. They must be getting closer. She clutched that bag more tightly to her body, wondering if there were still time to leap from the car. She felt so absolutely naked in that short, short skirt and no panties. Her hot little cunt was pressing down against the car seat, wetting it with flowing fuck juices. Just thinking about Craig and what he had done to her before had gotten her so hot! The image that stuck in her mind now was him binding her, tying her up with ropes while he kept talking filthy to her, telling her what he was going to do to her.
When Craig stopped in front of a two-story white clapboard house, Tina knew they were there. There could be no going back now. She was too far from home to walk back on her own through the night. Getting out, following Craig speechlessly to the house, Tina felt in a way as if she were going to her own execution-and willingly!
The door slammed ominously behind her, the glass in the French-style portals rattling from the force. Tina jumped, dropping her purse to the floor. She didn't have time to retrieve it. Craig was on her in a moment, his big hands circling her waist, drawing her toward him.
"No!" she gasped.
She tried struggling against him. This was too sudden! She was still getting used to the fact she had agreed to come home with him, to let him fuck her. Her mind was still whirling. And now he was pawing her, pulling her halter from her skirt while rubbing his crotch against her groin. Too much, too fast! "No, Craig!"
But then his fingers twisted themselves around in her long hair again, pulling her head back with that same awful pain she remembered. Only this time there was a pleasure mixed in there, the two-pleasure and pain-whirling about in a heady stew of delight. Her knees bumped against his while a pulse leaped at her throat. In a moment she felt his strong-muscled body crushing her against the wall behind her. Her plump ass flattened from the pressure, her breathing becoming shallow, uneven. Tina thought she might scream.
"I can't...can't breathe...." she gasped.
His mouth teased hers, then sealed itself, his tongue burrowing down toward the back of her throat. He smelled so musky and good. His hand was gathering up the front of her skirt, sliding under, up to her thighs, to her cunt. She heard Craig groan with delight when he discovered she was wearing no panties. His fingers cupped upward, curling around her fuzz-covered mound. Tina whimpered through her nose. It was so good, so very good! No matter what he did to her, Tina knew it would be good!
CHAPTER EIGHT
He had done so many nice things to her up there in the living room. She had sucked his tongue while his hands roamed freely over her pussy, his fingers rubbing the soft moist edges of her cuntlips together until a foamy froth wet down his hands. How hot she felt, hot and willing and wanton as his knuckles continually brushed against her clit. Thoughts about her mother, about how wrong she had been to throw herself onto Craig like this evaporated into thin air. Now all that mattered was the wonderful heat rushing through her pussy and the thought of how that fire was going to be extinguished!
But now things were different completely. He had removed her clothes almost clinically, sliding her halter from her shoulders and covering her nipples with kisses, his fingers curling into the silky moist lining of her cunt, the nails scraping deliciously along her clit. And then he had carried Tina as if she were an invalid. Well, in a way she was! The excitement burning between her white, shivery legs was debilitating. Lancing jolts of pleasure made her clit tremble deliciously as she was hauled downstairs, down the steps to that horrible room where he had fucked her so brutally many days earlier.
The dream ended there. Now once more Craig's attitude took over, an attitude Tina had forgotten about in her rising sexual heat. There was a two-by-four waiting for her there, near the tall white water heater in one corner of the basement. He pushed her in that direction, forcing the girl to bend all the way over at the waist until her hair was touching the floor. Resting the board on the tops of her feet, Craig lashed them to her ankles using a similar half-inch he had employed on the trembling girl before.
"No, oh not again...." she moaned.
"Sure, baby, sure, Tina...that's what you came over here for. You and me...we're cut from the same cloth."
"No...not true," she protested feebly.
Yes, it was true. Tina knew it was all too true, although admitting it to Craig now seemed too terrible for words. She had come here for more of this, for more discipline, for more bondage. How could she ever have a heart-to-heart talk with her mother and not tell her about this horrible fascination she had with Craig and all his terrible tricks?
Craig secured the rope to either ankle, fastening the two-by-four tightly with two figure-eight knots. Next came her wrists. Brusquely Craig ordered the girl to put her wrists palm-up against her bound ankles. Taking quarter-inch rope, the young stud lashed her hands to her feet, securing Tina in a bent-over position, her smooth white asscheeks high in the air. It was when she felt his fingers crawling over her asscheeks and drawing dangerously near to her asshole that the girl wondered about his promise not to fuck her in the ass.
"No, not...not there...not again...." she begged.
Craig chuckled, looking down at the two fleshy mounds, so smooth, so delicious looking as he fanned out his fingers and pressed them against the warm skin. Tina moaned, bobbing her ass up and down, her knees bending slightly inward.
"You enjoy this too, don't you? Yeah, you dig this a lot, almost as much as I do. I saw that the last time," Craig muttered, drawing his fingers closer to her shitter.
"No, oh no, I thought...thought we were going to do something else...something...."
There was no way she could get out of this one. He had her, knowing full well she had come over to this house of her own free will. Now, as one finger strayed over her shitter, the jagged nail tracing the puckering edge of her asshole, Tina let out a gasp, her eyes widening with growing horror.
"I've gotta make you behave," Craig said, seeing her rocking her hips together from side to side. "You're tryin' to bring yourself off when I play with your asshole. That's not very nice."
Tina heard the hiss of leather being scraped along the rough fabric of his Levi's. She heard the snap of the belt being doubled. Oh God, it was happening all over again. She heard the slide of a purposeful step behind her. Then the leather hissed in the air. Drawing in a deep breath, the girl held it, twisting her ankles in the ropes, feeling the line tightening against her wrists from her sudden move.
"Yagggghhhhhh!" she screamed as the belt came down, the slap of leather on her naked ass flesh echoing in the small basement room.
Tina saw stars exploding in front of her as she tightened her asscheeks. Her flesh exploded with sensations of heat, pain and pleasure as the blonde teen felt her skin swelling from the blow.
"Oh no, Craig, not again...oh please, not again...not the belt...."
"Yeah, sure the belt. Gotta warm up the meat before it's served."
A second blow knocked her forward. Tina staggered in that awkward position, the board cutting into the flesh of her ankles while the ropes chafed her arms and legs. Whimpering, Tina shuddered as the pain quickly turned into that wonderful something else, that something else for which she had come here. It was a warmth that glowed across her violated asscheeks and spread through her thighs and up to her cunt. Sparks of delight ignited her pussy as Craig readied himself for another blow.
"You've missed this a lot, haven't you?" he asked. "No-, no!"
"Then you're lying," he hissed, drawing his no arm back. "This is for lying." Tina tightened her ass, the big muscles cramping from the effort. Her asscheeks rose, clenching into fists as goose pimples erupted. Tina turned slightly to the right, bending her knees a little more while tilting her ass up at a sharper angle. There was that hissing again, that sound of the belt slicing through the air and heading for her exposed ass. She felt her cunt tense, the muscles cramping deliciously while her pussylips shut tight. It was a spasm, a cunt spasm that sucked in only air while her clit writhed in anticipation. There was that maddening second of waiting, when time itself seemed to stand still. Then came the crack of the belt against her asscheeks once more, the sound that drilled through her head while her asscheeks jiggled like pudding from the force of the belting blow.
Tina groaned as the leather cut into her flesh. She nearly choked on her own spit when she inhaled a lungful of air. Swirls of bright light exploded in front of her eyes. Another blow, then another blow slammed into her ass. And what was the result? Not only pain, but pleasure, a pleasure that burned into her cunt, that drew more and more hot fuck juice from the depths of her pussy. Tina moved her legs again, feeling that slight rub of her cuntlips against one another. She was wetting herself shamelessly, and loving every second of it.
"Ohhhh, no, no, stop...stop...please, you're hurting me too much! Uhhhhh.. . . "
Tina pleaded with Craig, but he continued to beat her ass savagely with his black leather belt. Another furious blow tore into her left ass-cheek, the recoil punching hard into her cunt.
"Nothing's too much for you, Tina, nothing," Craig admitted.
There were more blows. The girl relaxed her hips and let the next blow ripple her ass. If only she had something hard in her, something in her cunt. Yes, she was ready for a hard fuck, a prick tearing her cherry away. She didn't want to be a virgin any longer! Fucking. Yes, fucking, hard fucking. She had to have something hard in her cunt, in her ass-anything, just as long as it was rigid, pumping, demanding, tearing her apart, wrenching free her lust.
"Uhhhhh...." she moaned.
What a sex fiend she was turning out to be-a rutting animalistic whore who enjoyed bondage and all the pleasure it brought!
"That's it, baby, that's it...tell me how much you want it...yeahhh, and you're all wet in there...just like a woman oughtta be."
Craig's fingers were down in her pussy now, his touching having strayed south from her shitter. She could feel them tracing along the swollen furry edges of her cuntlips, the nerve endings in her cunt straining toward the teasing digits. She bent her knees a little more, then straightened her legs, feeling the big muscles pulling against the tightening thigh flesh. She rocked her head from side to side, her hair sweeping over her toes as blood rushed to her head and made her somewhat dizzy.
"Oh yeahhhh, yeahhhhhh...." Craig muttered.
There was the snickering sound of a zipper opening. He was taking down his pants. Tina sucked in her lower lip and bit down hard, closing her eyes and picturing what his prick looked like. She shivered, her heart beating like a drum. His fingers were spreading her furry cuntlips open, peeling them stickily back.
"Oh, no...hurts...hurts...." she moaned.
He had speared two fingers into her tightening fuck-hole, twisting them around and around as Tina's cunt muscles overheated and began sucking and milking at the penetrating digits. And then Tina felt his jagged fingernails touching her cherry, pushing the thin membrane in, trying to tear it away.
"Yeah, virgin...fuck, there aren't that many around here anymore."
"No, no...."
The fingers kept pushing in, making the membrane taut, stretched. There was a jolt of pain, then another, and finally a third. Tina was sweating, perspiration streaking her flushed face. He was going to do it, going to pop her cherry!
Then Craig pushed in hard. She felt a jolt of agony knife through her like a brilliant, white lightning bolt! It was pure agony. Flashing lights exploded in her brain while the girl pitched forward, staggering with that horrible two-by-four keeping her arms and legs bound together and her thighs spread widely apart. Tina felt something wet trickling down behind her thighs. Blood? Sweat? Cuntjuice? She wasn't sure. Again she screamed, her body jerking involuntarily as if someone had attached a live electric wire to her.
"Yeah, a virgin, all right, and you've got one hell of a tight cunt. Gotta loosen that mother up a little before I fuck it."
The fingers pulled out. Tina let out a little sigh of relief, feeling her cuntlips caressing the withdrawing digits. There was movement behind her. From past experience, the girl knew enough not to look around. She would only waste time and energy, energy she would need for whatever the young man had in store for her.
"All the chicks out here like sun...like to go down to the beach and have a good time. I'm helping you out," Craig said.
Tina couldn't resist turning around. There on a three-legged stool that was now pushed up to her buttocks was a burning Coleman lantern. He was playing with her, toying with her mind while he moved his fingers around the small metal key at the base of that thing. The slim red flame steadily grew longer. Tina groaned, feeling the heat on the underside of her leg. Tina moved one leg experimentally forward, following through with the other to escape the growing warmth. Burning! He was going to burn her with that thing!
"This isn't going to work...at least, not this way," he mused aloud as he saw the girl working her ass away from the flame.
Craig hooked both hands around her hipbones, pulling her back and down. Tina struggled as best she could, shaking her head from left to right, trying to pull away from him. But of course he prevailed. With a sharp downward thrust, he brought the girl down on the floor, her ass striking the concrete hard. At the same time, her feet and hands shot up in the air, carrying the heavy board with them. Tina groaned, now rocking like some turtle on its back with her trussed up in that awkward, painful position. There was more movement. And then Tina realized Craig had pushed the lantern between her raised legs, keying up the flame, eyeing her, watching her reaction as the warmth once more assailed her thighs.
"Oh no, no...." she begged.
The sharp contrast between the cold damp concrete and the hot flame made the girl scream. And still Craig turned up the flame, having raised the glass sheath of the lantern to increase the effect of the fire. He was going to burn her ass!
"Nooooo!" she screamed.
Snapping her head back, Tina shouted as Craig adjusted the fire. It was hot enough to singe without raising any blisters. Tina writhed, twisting her asscheeks, pulling her legs down against the ropes, feeling them biting into her wrist flesh while that two-by-four weighed down heavily. Between her legs, the flame flickered, a scalding feather waving and brushing across her tightening asscheeks. Her screams turned to strangled gurgles as the pain flowed then ebbed.
"No, no, nooooo!"
What was happening to her? The tearing agony was turning once more into a kind of pleasure, just as the belting had become something more like caresses than a savage beating. How her clit tingled. How her cunt began to tighten, relax, then tighten again in that milking, fucking action. The nerves in her pussy tingled as the flame burned and singed several blonde cunt-hairs.
Tina strained in her bonds, the muscles bulging and tensing as her legs pulled against the chafing ropes. Her body wanted him to touch her tits, her ass, her cunt. She bit her lips to keep from screaming out her needs. That would be too terrible! But wasn't she telling him her needs now by jerking and twisting her hips so shamelessly with all the abandon of a nympho?
Craig stood there, feeling his prick get harder and harder as he watched the flame licking her cunt, ass and thighs.
"Open your cunt, bitch," he growled. "When I fuck you, you're gonna go blind, baby!"
With that, he jerked her cuntlips apart, his fingers making the slick pussy walls spasm and clutch at those cruel digits. Tina groaned, the flame raking her plump asscheeks. Reaching down, he turned the little key to the right and the flame leaped up and turned blue. The sudden explosion of heat turned a nickel-shaped portion of her ass a dark red. Again the girl groaned, jerking at the ropes and begging for a cum she both wanted and loathed to have.
Craig moved the fire from ass-cheek to ass-cheek, watching her belly swell, watching her nipples harden and lengthen while her face told the story of her growing lust.
"You loved having my dick up your butt. And now you came over here to have it up your pussy, right?"
Tina shamed herself again, feeling her pussy muscles tighten around his invading finger once more. He was fucking that digit into her cunt while his strong grip still kept her asscheeks pressed near that flame. The girl twisted and raved with pleasure and pain. Tina was half mad with sexual rage.
"Can always spot a bitch like you...somebody who digs pain...and, baby, you're into it, really into it," Craig whispered.
"I am not...."
"Yes, you are."
With that, he corkscrewed his finger, reaming out her pussy, rubbing her clit again and again with his fingers while the flame bit and slapped at the smoothness of her ass.
Craig saw the glazed, fixed-eyed expression and jerked his finger from her pussy. Tina cried out, arching her back, rubbing her shoulder blades against the cold, cracked concrete. He was going to do it, going to put out that burning flame in her pussy! Reaching between her legs, Craig took the lantern and turned the flame down, sliding it from between her thighs. Crawling between her spread legs, the back of his head touching the heavy two-by-four still strapped to her wrists and ankles high in the air, he gripped her hips, driving the head of his cock against her cuntlips.
It was like no feeling she had ever had in the world! Tina snapped her head back, a guttural cry escaping her lips. She felt that heavy-lobed swollen cock sliding past her tense pussylips, tunneling into her virgin fuck-hole! He was fucking his prick in hard! Tina abandoned all pretext of modesty, squealing and gagging with delight as the fat prick tore into her cunt. It felt so good having those itchy, elastic pussy walls spreading apart under the relentless attack of that hard prick!
The young girl squirmed as best she could, gulping in lungfuls of air. How strange it was to have something like that entering her cunt, making her belly puff up like that, making her clit itch and tingle so crazily! She sighed with a shudder, his cock fucking on in. The hunger inside her pussychannel moved down, closing around the fucking prick. For a moment, the girl tensed as the cockhead eased past the spot where her cherry had been.
And then it was all over. He was all the way in, his balls resting against her upturned ass. It seemed as if that awful Coleman lantern fire were licking her ass still! Fires of hell raged in her cunt and ass as that donkey-prick jerked in her body, raping away her innocence and leaving only a lust that had been boiling in her for days!
CHAPTER NINE
"Uh...ooohohh...huhhhrrrr!"
Tina wiggled and moaned, her ass flexing while her arms and legs tugged at the restraining ropes chafing her flesh. A cock! A good, hard, thick prick was in her, stretching her pussy open. Meaningless sounds bubbled from her lips as she felt Craig's cock twitching and jerking about inside her clutching pussy.
"Feel good, baby? Feel good havin' my dick inside you?"
"Ohhhh yes, yes, it feels soooo big!"
Tina couldn't stop the moans and sighs escaping from her as the big stud's thick cock forced its way into her pussy. All the way in! It was lovely having that prick all the way in. Each wonderful inch of hard, greasy prick he fed her made the blonde teen moan and babble more. She curled her Fingers, digging the nails into her palms while her ankles pulled and tugged at the rough line holding them prisoner.
"Nice, tight cunt. That's the way I like it. Didn't really think you were a virgin till now. Surprised the hell outta me."
His fingers were digging into the flesh of her splayed thighs. Tina groaned with joy, arching her back, pushing her head back while he shoved down and moved his groin from side to side.
"Qh, oh, it...it drives me crazy when you do that!" Tina babbled breathlessly, her eyes widening at the sensation of that fat prick stirring around deep inside her.
"Just like some damned spoon, eh? Makin' you feel all good and hot all over."
"And ughhhh...." Tina couldn't finish her thought.
He was riding high, pulling out and making sure the top of his vein-roped prick bumped along the top of her clit. Hot-chilly flashes of delight took her breath away. A surprised look crossed her flushed, sweat-streaked face, followed by one of intense pleasure. Riding her. Yes, she was no better than some mare, a mare to be broken by someone like Craig while she writhed and thrashed like a slut beneath him.
"Uhhhh...ohhhh, fuck me, make me cum with you. Ohhhh God!" Tina cried.
As best she could, Tina began a rolling motion of her own, feeling the heavy weight of the two-by-four pressing down hard on her legs. She rolled her ass from side to side, feeling those milking cunt muscles gumming along the full length of Craig's fat cock.
"That's right, baby, fuck back, be good, gimme a good ride."
His words should have stung her pride. But each stroke he was giving her now was better than the last. She could feel the big man's heavy balls thudding against her upturned ass. The furry feel of them added to the hot, clinging lust that was filling her. Each wonderful movement of his heavy prick fucking through her cunt sent sharp, jolting shocks of pleasure through her twisting body. Tina sighed and moaned, feeling a climax starting to bubble up inside her.
"Go on, baby, cum. I'm gonna pop your cork so many times you're gonna lose count. So do it, come on," Craig moaned, his filthy promise sending chills of excitement rushing up and down her spine.
Each wave of sensation seemed to fry the girl's mind more and more. She felt her muscles grow taut until they hurt her terribly. The girl was twisting her body around and around like some kind of animal, rutting there, bucking up against Craig with wet slapping thrusts. The roof could have fallen in, his parents could have come home-she wouldn't have cared. The world faded away except for Craig-Craig and his wonderful cock fucking away at her cunt, trenching out her sloppy fuck-hole, bringing her clit to the brink of orgasm.
"Uhhhh, baby, baby, come on, move that ass, move it for me."
Tina jerked her knees together, rubbing the insides of her thighs against the big athlete's body. He was so strong, so powerful! Tina liked that idea, the feel of someone so overwhelming. And there he was, holding her down, pinning her to the floor with his body while his cock fucked her again and again!
"Good! Good! Gooood!" she moaned.
She was purring, crying out wildly as she felt his weight coming to rest on her clit. His hairy hardness kept rubbing over her body until every nerve ending was tingling, almost standing up on end.
"Feel it cummin'? Feel my dick gettin' ready to let loose?"
"Oh! Oooohhh!" Tina shrieked, her mouth twisted open, guttural moans and cries coming from her throat. She could feel him getting ready to unload! She could feel his prick jerking around inside her cunt, feel those hot, heavy balls pressing up against her upturned ass, getting ready to pump out their white-hot load into her cunt. Tina's mind exploded into brightly colored pieces once more as she thought of what was about to happen. It was going to be so good, so very, very good!
"Go for it, bitch! Come on, move that ass and go for it!" Craig cried, shaking the sweat from his eyes while he slapped her jiggling asscheeks.
Tina couldn't believe the power of her own reactions. She could feel the rushing of his prick as it tore through her tight little cunt. Juice sprayed out from the pumping force of that cock. How his iron-hard prick fucked her, burned through her pussy like a branding iron through a tub of butter. His hips worked down, shoving his cock down like a piston. Tina grunted once more, arching her back, feeling her cunt working around his prick. His cockhead throbbed far up in her body.
"Uhhhhhh...." she moaned in ecstasy.
Craig stopped for a minute, readjusted his position, then began hammering mercilessly at her clit. He kept on going, fucking his cock in. His weight made her body shiver with each downward fucking thrust, her tits jiggling while her asscheeks twisted up to meet those mind-tingling blows. Tina cried with the force of his fuck thrusts, her pussy being stretched wider and wider by the constant working of his strokes. She could feel his prick swelling more and more, stretching her cunt open until she felt as if she were going to fall apart. It was wonderful being fucked like this, being torn apart by a hard, hot, long piece of prickmeat like Craig's.
Another flash of fire, this one more intense than the others. Oh yes, yes, she was going to make it, going to cum. And from the panting, uneven, shallow breathing of Craig, Tina guessed the young stud was close to cumming himself. She could tell he was about to shoot. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back while streaks of sweat lined his face and burned into his nose.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Tina let out a low cry, feeling a flash of delightful fire race up and down her thighs, finally burning into her pussy. Her ass was tight, grinding up to meet him, her whole body tensing up for the big climax of her life.
"Go for it!" Craig shouted.
Somewhere deep inside her body, the girl could feel that much-desired explosion building up. It was all through her cunt now, deep down inside her fuck-hole, spreading quickly up to her ass. Her body tightened up like a spring, her muscles clutching onto that fucking prick. Tina gasped and cried, wishing she could tear her arms and legs away from that awful board and hold tightly onto Craig. As it was, the girl jerked as best she could, twisting and writhing while that prick still fucked out her soppy pussy. Tina felt she couldn't wait any longer. She had to cum now, let loose and climax with Craig still fucking away at her juicing pussy.
"Now! Ohhhh...can't hold back...ughhhh...now!" Tina cried.
And then Tina felt something she would never forget in her life. Craig's prick was jerking around crazily inside her. With a loud grunt, he threw himself completely on top of her, holding her hard by the shoulders while grinding his hips against hers. She could feel something spraying into her, something spattering against her pussy walls. He was cumming, shooting his load into her! It sent her cunt off into spasms that nearly knocked her out from their sheer force! Tina opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out except a rush of air.
"Ohhhh, baby!" Craig gasped.
Tina managed a scream while her cunt walls tightened around the full length of his shooting prick. Gouts of that cum were splattering against her pussy walls, burning into the slick flesh like acid. They burned her so much that Tina felt herself losing control all over again. She jerked and arched her body as orgasm took her body over once again. She felt as if the entire universe were inside her pussy and exploding. Her cunt walls spasmed, clutched at that shooting prick and held tightly onto the squirmy hunk of meat as more and more jizz shot out and filled up her convulsing pussy.
Nothing in the world could have prepared her for something like this. Her orgasm was so intense, Tina thought she would die from it. Craig kept telling her how hot she was, how much he loved fucking her while more and more cum spurted into her fuck hole.
"Cum, baby, cum, keep it up! Ohhh, yeahhhhhh, it feels real good havin' your cunt around my dick like that!"
"Cummmmmm!"
Tina repeated his cry, working her ass up and down, feeling her pussy gumming and mouthing his prick. All she knew at the end of the fuck session was that Craig had to have the most powerful prick in the whole wide world!
Yes, it had to be! She couldn't imagine anything more powerful that wouldn't be as destructive as an atomic bomb. As waves of climax shuddered through her cunt, then ebbed, Tina thought of this and other things, feeling that warm glow of climax spreading over her flesh. It was so wonderful being here with Craig as his prick slowly stopped its convulsive jerking motion in her cunt.
"Baby, that was one hell of a fuck...real good, real good," Craig said, shaking the sweat from his head once more.
The two of them rested together for several minutes more, drinking in the sensation of one another's body. Then the young stud began pulling out. Tina cried, closing her eyes tightly while tightening her cunt muscles around his withdrawing prick. It was like being abandoned, left alone as her pussy walls shrank back together behind the retreating prickhead! Gouts of fuck juice and cum dribbled out of her cunt hole, wetting down her asscheeks with slickness as the cockhead finally slipped from her pussylips.
"A good fuck you are, baby...a real good fuck. You dig the pain, and you dig this as well," he said, wagging his softened cock in front of her face.
Could she deny it? He had seen her perform under the flame, with the belt. She hadn't been able to stop the pleasure that had raced through her body.
"And I'm not through with you...yet," Craig said, wiping his hands, then standing up a little shakily as he began untying the ropes around her ankles and wrists.
Tina moaned gratefully, feeling the ropes slacken around her flesh.
"No, I'm not through with you yet. We've got the rest of the summer to go through, not to mention the fall quarter," Craig went on, taking the board from her wrists and throwing it by the water heater with a loud clatter. Tina flinched at the noise. "And then who knows? Maybe on into winter if you're cooperative."
He was unlacing the ropes now around her wrists and ankles, dragging the rough hemp purposely hard over her flesh. Again the girl winced. But there was more discomfort in the fact that her cunt was empty. How good it had felt having his prick fucking in and out of her pussy, feeling that hard cock rubbing against her hot clit while his balls slapped rhythmically against her asscheeks. It was that feeling of being helpless, of having something good and warm inside her, stretching her, attacking her while giving her so much damned pleasure that Tina loved and wanted to have all over again.
"Oooohhhh...."
The ropes dropped from her legs. Tina stretched them out, feeling her pussy muscles spasm as she lowered her legs to the floor. She had a desire to laugh. There should be no laughing. Fucking was a serious business, something that she should take without a light mind.
"And sometime later this week I've got a couple of ideas for you, baby...real hot ones," Craig said, stepping into his trousers.
Tina looked at him, still flat on the floor, cum dribbling from her fur-edged, stretched cuntlips. Yes, she was certain he did have some plans for her, some ideas, as he called them. Only this time Tina found herself looking forward to confronting them. Yes, she had found some new identity for herself, something her mother and all those stupid sex education classes had never taught her! Was it right? Would it really matter in the end? Tina didn't know. But, as she climbed up from her reclining position and looked about for her clothes, the young teen knew it would be a pleasurable identity, one in which she would have a good deal of fun.
* * *
Some five miles away, Carol was having something of her own trial. Gretta had fooled her, inviting Bob over after having called her on the phone. All through the strained conversation at her best friend's house, Carol eyed the stud nervously. How much had he told his cousin?
As she played with the teacup on the saucer, Carol studied her friend, then looked over at Bob. Gretta probably thought they were still at the hand-holding stage. The fat, elderly woman probably had no idea of the real world, of what went on behind closed doors. She took another sip of the luke-warm brown liquid, feeling it slide down her throat and finding herself wondering if a man's cum slid down a woman's throat like that. Funny. What a horrible thing to be thinking of while sitting calmly here in front of her best friend.
Then it was time to go. Gretta was stifling yawn after yawn, having gotten nowhere with them in discovering just what had gone on before. Carol knew she should go home. Never would she let herself be trapped by someone as sadistic as Bob. And yet she found herself thinking more and more about him, her gaze dropping to his crotch, to that heavy roll of prickmeat pressing against the front of his trousers. Dear God, didn't Gretta see that? Didn't she know what kind of animal her cousin was, enjoying all that kind of pain and humiliation?
So why, then, did Carol find herself talking softly to Bob just outside Gretta's front door? Why did she find herself agreeing to his suggestion to come over for some coffee? All the way there, following his car along Glendale Boulevard, Carol knew she could have turned her car around and sped back to her home. But she gripped the steering wheel hard, her knuckles whitening as Bob's car turned right onto Brand Boulevard, then off onto a small tree-lined side street. This was it. She recognized the townhouse immediately as he pulled into the drive. Her heart raced wildly. There was still time, time enough to pull into the drive, then rush back onto the boulevards and back home. But instead the woman found herself dropping her car keys into her small black evening bag, then sliding her legs from the car and walking up to the front door already opened.
"I knew you'd be coming back sooner or later," Bob said in a whisper, closing the door behind her.
Carol shuddered, clutching her purse tightly in both hands. She nearly jumped at the soft, clicking sound of the deadbolt being thrown. Her body was betraying her, showing something else other than simple fear. The tips of her tits were growing itchy, hard, scratching deliciously against her bra. Her cunt, meanwhile, was heating up right there in front of him, the full, elastic pussylips curling and trembling while her clit stiffened and poked its way to the surface. She pivoted around to face the man behind her.
"I just came over to talk...that's all," she said unconvincingly, passing one hand over her face. "I can't understand why...why I did all those things a few days ago. But I have to try to understand it."
"You didn't come over here just for conversation, Carol," Bob countered after a pause. His lips curled into that same sardonic smile that both attracted and appalled her. "You came over for some action."
Carol's gaze flashed over his body, then dropped once again to his crotch. He was aroused. Yes, she could see that. That thick roll of cockmeat cradled between his legs was starting to stiffen, starting to tent up the front of his pants.
But she had known something like this would happen. Deep in her heart of hearts Carol had known she was throwing herself into this cesspool of depravity. How she wanted it, desired it even now as she backed away, shaking her head from side to side.
"It always starts out this way, doesn't it?" Bob said.
Carol whimpered, finding herself backed against the wall. A nearby table moved as the frightened woman began sliding along the wall, her gaze darting here and there, looking for some escape path.
"You don't want to get away, not really," Bob said, spreading out his arms to block any escape attempts.
"No, that's not true! Oh please, don't hurt me again! Don't!" Carol cried, dropping her purse and rushing to the left.
"You set your own limits-and they're pretty damned high on pain," Bob hissed through his teeth, catching her and whirling the blonde around. When Carol struggled more, Bob hit her lightly across the right cheek, then back-handing her somewhat more strongly as she cried out.
Slumping over his chest, the woman knew it was starting all over again. And this time she had wanted it to happen.
CHAPTER TEN
It had started all over again-the ropes, the dreaded devices in that awful basement. Carol felt him stripping off her clothes slowly, felt those hands caressing her flesh, pawing her tits, her belly, her ass, and finally her cunt. It was filthy, vile, unnatural, what was happening to her. And yet she couldn't stop herself, couldn't stop the rush of emotions that were leading her in this direction.
She could no more run from Bob than she could run from herself. He had touched something deep in her-perhaps something that should have been left alone. But now it was out and demanding to be recognized. Carol loved this style of fucking, of bondage, of discipline. All she could pray for was that her daughter would be spared this knowledge. If Tina ever found out about this, she would die of shame and embarrassment!
"Down on the floor-all fours, like the good bitch dog you are," Bob commanded.
He had taken off all her clothes, having thrown them on a nearby chair. Now standing there in the basement, shivering with fear, excitement, cold, Carol heard the order and dropped quickly to her knees, feeling the cold concrete against her flesh. However uncomfortable this position was, it would be better than what she would feel if she disobeyed the order.
Bob smiled at her willingness to serve, turning around and letting his gaze drift lazily over the various devices strapped to the wall. Stretching out one hand, he took off a collar embellished with silver studs. Pulling it open, he walked over to the kneeling woman and bent down, sliding the leather object around her throat. Carol swallowed hard, feeling the material pinching her flesh as he clamped it around the back of her neck.
"Now, for something more exotic," she said.
Standing in front of her, Bob dropped both hands to her head, his fingers fanning out to either side of her skull and pressing in. In a moment Carol found her lips brushing against his fly, pressing against the warm bulge of his prick. Was he going to pull his cock out, ram his prick down her throat? Would she taste a man's jizz spattering over her tonsils?
"Down, bitch!" he commanded.
One hand dropped to the back of her neck, the fingers tensing, shoving her head down to the floor.
"Ohhhhhh...."
The blood rushed to her face as she felt her mouth rubbing up against the tops of his black engineering boots! Carol smelled the pungent aroma of leather mixed with dirt, felt her nose flatten against the top of the shoe.
"Now lick it!"
Swallowing down her disgust, Carol did as she was told, bracing her body by putting both hands on either side of Bob's boots while dropping her head a little farther and starting to tongue the dirty leather. Four times she moved her head away and spat out the filthy mixture of saliva and dirty, seeing her spittle glistening on the tops of his boots. Bob was working his fingers over his fly, squeezing his prick as he watched the attractive blonde with the leather dog collar licking him off.
"Around the inseam...that's it, come around, come around to the heel."
Carol bobbed her head up and down, her tongue dampening the laces, then stretching back to the heel. How awful this was, how degrading. And yet the thought of her crouching there like an animal, licking off her master's boots was doing something deep inside her. In spite of her horror, Carol felt her cunt warming, felt the fuck juice seeping out of the velvety lining and collecting like dew on the tops of her cunt curls. Surreptitiously the woman dropped one hand between her legs and began stroking her clit with the backs of her fingers.
"That's it, baby, now the other one," she said.
Carol moved to the other boot, having spat out the congealed filth once more. Her tongue flicked along the toe, wetting down the leather, then moving along the right side of the boot just above the sole. Above her, the woman heard the sound of a zipper opening. Carol groaned. She didn't dare look up just now. But she could imagine Bob's cock sticking straight out from between his halved trousers-big and thick and long with those purple lobes pulsing, just ready to send streams of his cum into her convulsing cunt.
"That's enough."
She stopped, crouching there on all fours, her tits swaying gently, pulling at her upper chest while the stiffened tips nearly touched the floor.
"Over here...by the bench."
Rising shakily, wiping her lips with the back of her right hand, Carol walked over to the dreaded workbench. On the way she dared glance down and saw his thick prick, that wonderful, wonderful cock bobbing from side to side with each step Bob took.
"Up," he commanded.
There was something new by the bench now, something that aroused her curiosity. Two doubled sling-long ropes hung above the bench. At the bottom loop of either was a ring from which hung two three-line pieces of chain. And attached to the chains were two metal cuffs. Eyeing the contraption nervously, Carol found herself drawing back against Bob.
"A new toy, something I thought up. I said get on top," he ordered, opening his shirt and letting his trousers fall to his ankles. Naked. Why not? He had tortured and fucked her naked before. Why not once more?
"Flat on your belly, and get your hands up behind you."
Carol did as she was told, feeling him take first the right, then the left hand and slide them through those opened cuffs behind and above her. Next came her legs, bent up, the ankles slipped through the second set of cuffs attached by chain to those overhead iron rings. In a moment, Carol found her body bent around, her spine curved unnaturally, painfully in that awkward position.
"Ohhhhh God, it hurts to be like this," Carol grunted, feeling her spine cracking and popping from the bowing position. "This'll ease it."
Bob wasn't through yet. As the metal cuffs bit into her wrists and ankles, he moved around, attaching a half-inch line to the leather collar still choking around her neck. Yanking back, the big stud nearly pulled her neck out of alignment.
"Uhhhhh...." she grunted.
He was choking her, shutting off the oxygen to her lungs! Carol's eyes widened, her nostrils flared while she made desperate gagging sounds.
"Too tight, hmmmmm?" he asked, a cruel smile twisting his lips.
The tension eased and Carol coughed, closing her eyes and drawing in the life-giving oxygen while he affixed the rope to a small padlock at one end of the workbench. She was trussed up in style, her body bent backward in that obscene position, her head yanked back, the collar nearly choking her throat. Bob moved around to the front, pinching her nipples with his fingers, twisting the rubbery nubs around and around until Carol screamed with the pain. Her body shivered, rattling around in the bonds. But there was nothing she could do about the agony.
"For some added entertainment," he muttered.
Bob moved around to the wall and pulled off some small U-shaped clamps, opening them, then sliding them over her nipples and re-screwing the tiny bolts down. Carol grimaced, her teeth chattering against one another as the cold iron clamped harder against her nipples. When the pain became too much, she screamed, jerking her head from side to side, making the chains rattle and the ropes groan from the violence of her moves.
"Crazy...insane," she panted, feeling her nipples throbbing in their iron prison.
"And remember, you're the one who came over," Bob reminded her.
It was a slap in the face, a bite to her ego. yes, she had come over willingly, had put herself on the sacrificial table. Now she was paying for it. Gasping from the pain, Carol jerked back, trying to ease the tight grip of the collar on her throat.
"Now, we've got a new way to suck a little cock," he said gently.
Standing on a small overturned orange crate, Bob wagged his prick in front of the woman's face. He was about mouth-level now, his prick pressing against her lips. This was no time for second thoughts. She knew exactly what Bob wanted. Swallowing down another lump of saliva, the blonde opened her mouth, letting the grooved double lobes of his cock rest on her bottom lip for a while. Bob was breathing hard, his sweaty chest rising and falling mightily while his balls tightened up against his crotch.
"I've seen women all kinds of ways. But, man, this is somethin' else," Bob rasped, his voice getting lower as the seconds ticked by. "It's something else seeing a woman tied up like this, bowed back...shit, it makes me wanna cum right now in your face."
Instead he calmed down, closing his eyes and fighting for control. Carol waited impatiently, making sucking sounds with her mouth. And then she got what she wanted. Bob tightened his thighs and fucked his prick in, his head snapping back as his throbbing cock brushed over the insides of her cheeks and slipped back over her tongue to the back of her throat.
Carol tried tilting her head down, trying to keep the spit from choking her as her mouth filled with his cockmeat. Her cheeks puffed out while she moved her tongue over the sensitive underside of his fucking prick. There was that taste, that sour, bleachy taste of his pre-cum washing out of his piss-slit and oozing down her throat. Carol thought of cum shooting out of his piss-slit. Would she be able to swallow it all? Just imagining the white spunk jetting from his prickhead made the woman tremble in her chains.
"Ohhhhh, yeahhhhhh...." Bob moaned.
Bob closed his eyes, crushing her skull between his big hands as he slowly pulled out from between her compressed lips. Carol sucked hard, her jaw muscles working against the invading prick, trying to suck the thing back in. Bob smiled, wiping the sweat from his forehead, then slowly fucking his fat cock down into her throat until he felt the double lobes of his prichead brushing over the tops of her tonsils.
"Ohhhhhhh yeah, suck me off!" Bob cried, twisting his cock around in her mouth.
Tensing, Carol flicked her tongue around and around in that tiny groove at the bottom of his prickhead, feeling the rope-like veins throbbing against her tongue. He was going to shoot, going to blow his wad so quickly in her.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum you keep doin' that. Gotta be more careful," Bob said, wiping the head of his prick along her nose and mouth, then waiting a while before fucking his cock back into her mouth. Carol groaned happily, sucking hard, wriggling her tongue along the full length of of Bob's prick while the fire in her cunt burned more and more ferociously.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Carol had no idea how long Bob had played with her like this, fucking his prick into her mouth, pushing his cock down her throat and nearly gagging her with all that prickmeat before pulling out, his fat cock throbbing on the brink of climax. Her body jerked and twitched in those horrible bonds, her spine feeling as if it were going to crack in half more than once from the unnatural bend of her body. When he had nearly popped off in her mouth one more time, Bob pulled back, regaining control, then reached up and started to unfasten the links around her ankles.
Next came the wrists. Carol groaned, falling flat on the table, her chin hanging over the leading edge. The iron rings clanged together above her as she inhaled sharply to fill her lungs.
"You've had enough rest."
"No, don't...."
Bob pulled her from the table, forcing her down on her knees once more.
"When I'm through with you there," he said, nodding toward an old porcelain bathtub in the corner, "you'll be begging to swing from those rings!"
"No, don't...oh, Bob, don't...no more, no more!"
He cursed her as she groaned and begged, hooking the fingers of his right hand under the leather collar still around her neck and dragging her over the concrete floor toward the tub. It was big enough for two. With a sharp command, he ordered Carol into the cold thing. With a stifled whimper, she climbed over the broad lip, her ass settling uncomfortably on the cold smooth bottom surface.
"Stay where you are," he said, one finger pointing threateningly at her.
"Yes, yes," she gasped, her hands crossing protectively over her tits.
She watched as an animal watches a predator. Bob moved to a double washbasin to the left, pulling a scratched plastic tumbler from a soap shelf and filling it with water. He drank, filled, drank, and refilled at least three times. Carol cringed, beginning to guess what was about to happen to her. There was plenty of room for her to stretch out in the tub. But she curled there into a ball, her knees pressing against her full hanging tits.
"There." He was done drinking.
Dropping the glass into the sink, Bob turned to her and cupped his hard-on, working his fingers over the tense balls. Was he going to make her fuck him with her mouth again? Why the tub? Again an unsettling feeling of what was going to happen to her crossed her mind. One hand moved back, the fingers tensing against the warming porcelain as Bob approached her.
"Don't move, baby. Don't move a single muscle while I take care of you. Understand?" His voice was like a knife turning in her gut.
"Yes."
"Okay, then."
Carol forced herself to be controlled, keeping her eyes even, her voice steady. She watched with increasing terror as Bob climbed into the tub, sliding his feet forward, finally straddling her. She inhaled sharply, turning her face upward like a tiny bird waiting for its food. Carol could smell the heat of his aroused crotch while his fingers still toyed with his prick. His cock was losing some of its stiffness. Something else was happening, something that made her stomach buckle at the thought. She watched his knees bend forward slightly, his hairy buttocks relaxing, tensing, then relaxing again. Blinking, Carol focused her eyes on the wide piss-slit just above her. A droplet of piss was forming, oozing from the slot, then falling to the porcelain between her splayed knees. Shuddering, Carol rubbed her sore ankles together. Another drop and then another formed at the slot, dropping to the floor of the tub.
And then the cascade began. She sucked in her breath loudly as the stream began dribbling down on the porcelain before her, growing stronger, finally straightening into a regular waterfall, splashing an spattering against her thighs, finally touching her belly.
She was being used as a urinal, a toilet! Her mind reeled at the thought as more and more piss splashed over her flesh. Piss slicked down her cunt-hairs, wetting down her thighs, her cuntlips, her ass under which the piss gathered in a warm pool before rushing under her toes to the drain up front.
"That's it, Carol, that's it, keep still, just take it."
The woman was shivering slightly in spite of the strict orders not to move. How could she keep still when someone was pissing all over her? Her hips wiggled, instinctively trying to shake free of those burning droplets of piss hitting her.
"Yeah, yeah, take it!"
Shutting her eyes, Carol bit her lower lip in silent rage. The thin hot spray was getting stronger now, slicking down her chest, moving to her clit, then steadying up and sliding to her throat. It was touching her nipples now, moving from one rubbery tip to the other, the fine spray spattering up to her face and making the woman turn her head in the other direction. The smell! Oh God, the awful sharp aroma of his piss made her want to retch! When Carol felt the piss on her chin, she jerked up her left hand, clasping the fingers over her mouth. She was muffling the choking, gagging sounds as the sour taste in her throat became stronger.
"No, not right, Carol. That's not what I want, baby. You've gotta take it without that shit."
"Ohhhhh...." Her wail filled the room as she forced her hands to come down. With some effort, the blonde managed to control the trembling of her arms and fingers. This horrible man was using her as his private toilet, pissing on her as if she were a flat rock. The stinging spray dribbled down her right cheek, then ended, several more drops striking her chin before he had finished. "Don't move."
Bob climbed from the tub, padding over to the double basin and refilling the glass. Carol shut her eyes and moved her lips in silent prayer. Already she could smell the horrible aroma of the piss rising like smoke around her. The warm oily substance clung uncomfortably to her flesh while more piss gurgled down the drain in front of her. This had to be the lowest thing one person could do to another short of shitting on them. And the night wasn't over yet. She could only imagine what was going through Bob's mind as he took a second drink of water and a third, putting the tumbler back down on the shelf and walking back to the bathtub in which Carol cringed.
"Ready?"
He climbed back in, his cock bobbing from side to side. He covered a watery burp with one hand, bending his knees once more and holding his prick as if it were a garden hose.
"Oh please, Bob, don't do this to me again."
Her pleading voice was like gasoline to the
ISO fires inside the young stud. His hair seemed to bristle with excitement as he bent his knees a little more and spread his feet apart. Carol sucked in a deep breath, closing her eyes, waiting for the first shot. "Open your mouth."
The order was too much. Opening her eyes, she shook her head from side to side, clamping her jaws as tightly as she could. He would have to knock her senseless for something that awful!
"I said...open up!"
When Carol didn't obey, the young man smiled again, jerking both hands out quickly and pressing the fingertips hard against the pressure points just behind the junction of her upper and lower jaw. Carol screamed, feeling as if the top of her head were blowing off! The pain was beyond excruciating! Every muscle in her body seemed to spasm as the pressure continued. With a wailing cry, Carol opened her mouth, falling back partially as Bob stepped away and held his prick once more.
"Uhhhh...." she groaned.
The piss started, the hot sticky liquid moving along her lips then onto her tongue, then down into her throat. At first Carol was too stunned to realize what was happening. When she tasted the sour piss trickling down her throat, the woman gagged, twisting away and spitting out the vile urine.
"Too hot for you?" Bob asked cruelly.
The piss kept on coming, now spraying down onto her belly, then back onto her clit. Her sex spindle was curling from some unnatural heat triggered by all that went before! Just as Bob was going dry, she felt her cunt walls slapping together, milking at thin air, contracting as if she had been fucking for hours. Bob saw her wildness and shuddered as she threw her head back, her hair splashing along her shoulders and neck. Both hands were cupping her cunt while her thumbs peeled back the pussylips.
"Fuck it, baby!"
Bob wheeled around and threw himself onto her belly, guiding her hand to his cock. Carol was out of her mind with arousal now, the balls of her feet high in the air and banging against the wide porcelain lip of the tub. She wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him to her, rocking him back and forth as she felt his prickhead squeezing into her hot, sucking cunthole.
Her asscheeks slid on the piss. The odor was strong enough to make her sick. But Carol wasn't sick. The two of them thrashed around, smearing the lower walls of the tub with piss. All Carol could think of was that horrible, wonderful cock fucking in and out of her, scratching that maddening itch at the top of her pussy. And then the world exploded again and again. Red-faced, gasping, giggling with incredible lust, the woman uged him on, shouting obscenities, banging his kidneys with the backs of her feet. Again and again, explosions of lust tore through her mind and body.
When it was over, Bob sighed, stroking her tits and smiling.
"You can take more if you want to, Carol. I know your type," Bob said, toweling himself off, then throwing the rag into her face. Carol grabbed it, standing up and dabbing the piss from her body.
"You don't understand," she said, fighting back the tears. "I'm not that kind of woman. I don't like doing this sort of thing all the time. I'm not sure why I do right now."
Bob laughed, shaking his head from side to side.
"You'll be with me again, you'll see. You'll even be calling me. And we're gonna have some good times together."
Carol felt ashamed. An urge to kill began to grow, now that all the passion had evaporated. No she would never fall victim again to these vile desires, and certainly not to Bob.
"Get dressed. I'm tired. Maybe tomorrow night," Bob said, stretching one hand over his haked body and yawning.
Carol climbed from the tub, thinking about her daughter Tina. Thank God the girl was spared any of this. She would grow up to be a normal girl, free from all of this. Picking up her clothes and starting to dress, she thought of her daughter and sighed. What would Tina say if she knew? Oh what would she say?
"I'll see you later," Bob said, smiling.
"Never," Carol said, conviction missing in her voice. What if he were right? What if she wanted to come back here tomorrow, to experiment, as he called it, with all these sexual devices? What if?
And, as she slipped her skirt back on, hitching it over her narrow thighs, Carol knew in her heart of hearts she would be back the next day. She was again thankful that Tina was safe from unnatural sex.
