Myrna Montgomery lay naked and trembling on the bed. She gasped for air, feeling her head ache from the brutal treatment she'd received. She forced her eyes open, trying to see in the dim yellow light. She was in a man's bedroom, and he was looming over her.
Hank Hale was a powerful man. His curly blonde hair and handsome face belied the kind of person he was. In his muscular body was a capacity for brutality the young brunette had never experienced before.
And she was now his slave.
She gazed down the length of her naked body and could see that she was now spreadeagled on the cruel man's large four-poster bed. As she turned to look at her right wrist, she tried pulling on it again, thinking that she might have only been dreaming when she tried and failed to free herself before. She tried to stay calm, tried to reason it all out.
Hank had never turned on her before, and they'd known each other for six months. She kept telling herself she would be all right. But why was he doing this to her?
Her attempt to stay calm quickly failed as she saw the way the thick rope had been tightly tied around her wrist. She could see the thick knot, and her gaze trailed away to where the rope led. The post of the bed stood up like a monument to her fear, and the rope was firmly bound around it.
Hank strode over and took hold of the rope. He began to twist it, and as he did the girl felt it get still tighter, cutting into her wrist even more. The fiery pain hurt her deeply, and she shut her eyes tight once again and tried to make the whole thing go away. It was useless. She was bound and naked on Hank's bed, a prisoner of this vicious young criminal.
The reality of her situation filtered through to her. The pain made her head ache even more, and reminded her of the aching bruises on her face. She had to reason with this brute ... somehow.
"P ... please, Hank. Why are you doing this to me?"
"You know very well," he shot back angrily. "Where's the money you've been putting off paying me for two months now? Where's the two hundred and fifty bucks?"
Myrna couldn't believe it. How could he torture her like this for so little money? She had held out on him, all right, but what had she done to deserve a beating ... and now this? She thought back to the first time she had ever met Hank. She had been introduced to him by her most trusted friend, a guy named Egbert Smith. He said the curly haired blonde guy was a dealer in drugs, and the girl could make some dough by helping him peddle some.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Myrna and Egbert were crashing together, two penniless eighteen year olds who had broken off all contact with their folks and were tying to make it in distant New York City. She had no one else, and Egbert's idea for earning some bread seemed perfect.
Besides, Hank was a good looking guy, and she had the hots for him.
Myrna had liked the idea of getting into some pretty dealing, but had never been able to find someone with the right connection. Hand sounded like he might be a perfect guy to know. She had gone over to his pad with Egbert about six months before.
The young girl had been impressed with the dope dealer from the start. She dug his curly blonde hair and his ruggedly handsome face. His physique was impressive, almost as good as Lou Ferringo's in the Hulk on TV. It thrilled her just to see how his biceps bulged through his shirt.
She and Egbert ended up smoking some grass and then popping some pills that Hank insisted they try. Then, somehow, Hank had managed to get rid of Egbert because Myrna remembered lying in bed with him, alone.
She didn't know how she had gotten there, but then she felt him kissing her on the lips tenderly and pressing his tongue into her mouth. She clung to him, rubbing her pussy against his crotch. They were still both dressed, but she could feel her cunt getting wet with anticipation as she felt his throbbing cock bulge.
He moved his hands down to her blouse and began to open the buttons one by one. When her blouse was fully open, he kissed his way down her neck and then started to lick her fleshy tits and thick brown nipples. As he kissed one hot nipple, his fingers pinched and squeezed the other. Myrna threw her head back and started to moan. She could already feel her pussy spasming and wanted to feel his hard cock inside of her then.
Hank had waited, however. As he licked her tits he was pulling his shirt off, and in the dim light Myrna could make out his smooth chest. He had two hard, pink nipples and just the slightest trace of blonde hair around each one. After he got his shirt off Hank started to lick his way down to Myrna's cunt.
He slid his hand into her pants and unsnapped them, then started to push them down her legs. She raised up her ass, off the bed, arid after he had thrown her pants and panties on the floor, spread her legs for him to move between. He started to eat her cunt with relish, licking her cunt lips and then pressing his tongue into her creaming snatch. Myrna would never forget the tender way he flicked and licked her wiggling clit, as if he knew how each tongue lap was going to affect her.
When she felt herself on the verge of coming he slid his hands under her two fleshy buttocks and started to squeeze them hard. He shoved his tongue deeper into her cunt and began to lick off all the secreting cream. He didn't lick her dry, however.
She hadn't even noticed the way he had pushed his pants down, but when she felt him starting to lick his way back up her body she could feel his naked, hard cock rubbing against her leg. She reached down to touch him and felt him start to pulsate gently under her soft strokes.
Myrna guided his cock right into her cunt and he thrust his way in deep with one swift motion. She arched her ass up off the bed so that their bellies slapped and then felt him moving his mouth back to hers and kissing her hard on the lips.
They moved their groins together and she loved the way his thick cock was stretching her wet pussy walls. She could feel the hard cock riding over her tingling clit and she started to moan as she felt her pussy beginning to spasm again.
She wrapped her legs around his ass and massaged his taut buttocks till she felt his cock throbbing hard inside of her. Hank started to pump even faster then and she could feel him on the verge of shooting off inside of her.
When his cock ejaculated the first thick load of hot come deep in her cunt, she started to come all over again. Their bodies were bathed in a hot passionate sweat as he continued pumping more and more.
Afterwards, he was the one who had made the suggestion.
"Egbert tells me that you want to get into small dealing," he said, sitting up against the headboard of his large four-poster bed. She was lying with her cheek resting against his limp but satisfied cock.
"Yeah," she said to him. "I have a little bread to invest, but not much."
"I was thinking about fronting it to you," the handsome blond man had said to her, running his hand down the smooth of her back and then patting her buttock gently. "What would you say if I told you that?"
"What could I say?" she asked him. "I think it would be fabulous. But why are you doing it for me? You hardly even know me."
"When I fuck a girl the way I fucked you, and she starts to move along with me the way you moved along, then I think I know that bitch."
Myrna hadn't liked the fact that he was referring to her as a bitch, but she hadn't said anything to him about it.
"How much were you thinking of letting me have?" she asked, feeling a new life growing in his cock the more she rubbed against it.
"I never front more than half at a time," he told her.
That had been their arrangement, then. She had been dealing with him for almost six months now, and even though she knew she owed him money, she hadn't thought anything like this would happen.
She had never dreamed, in her wildest imagination, that he would tie her up and hit her so hard. He had never been hard with her before and they had been fucking each other steady now ever since that first time.
She looked over at him, standing in the yellow light. He was naked, she could tell, and his cock was hard. The blond pubic hair that she had grown to know and love looked weird in the dim light. She laughed a little bit, thinking about it, and then he suddenly lashed something out at her.
Myrna felt the leather lashing across her belly, heard the snap, but didn't actually see it. The whip was back in his hand fast.
"What the fuck are you laughing at, bitch?" he asked her. "You seem to think that this thing isn't serious."
"Hank, I've never seen you like this before," Myrna said. She looked down at her belly and saw a thin red lash mark where the whip had stuck her.
"Another side of me, sugar. I save it for special people."
He walked closer to the bed and rubbed his hard dick against her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and started to lick his cock with enthusiasm. She made sure to lick the sensitive head because she knew that turned him on the most. .
She watched him close his eyes and start to get into it. Myrna decided to work fast. Hank always became vulnerable when his cock was being sucked, she knew. When he was at the point of orgasm he was like jelly in her hand.
She moved her tongue along the underside of his cock and then sucked his two hot balls into her mouth. The bound brown-haired girl was happy when she felt him rubbing his throbbing dick over her face then. She sucked on his balls for only a few seconds and then she let them fall from her mouth and went back to work on the cock itself. She opened her mouth and felt him sliding his trembling dick all the way down her throat.
It was much deeper than she could handle. She started to gag and tried to push his cock out with her tongue.
He had never done anything like this before. She began to retch as she felt his cock moving deeper, so deep that his blonde pubic hair was brushing against her nose. She could smell his strong manly odor as her face was buried in his crotch.
Myrna couldn't breathe. She couldn't do anything to push him away either. At one point, she tried to pull her arms free, forgetting that they were roped to the bedposts. She pulled hard, so hard that she could feel the rope cutting deeper into her flesh and she knew that her wrist was bleeding now.
Hank reached down between her legs and started to finger her spread pussy. She felt him pulling at her pussy lips and stretching them. Then he was fingering her stiffened clit. For a few seconds, Myrna could feel some pleasure, but then he started to pinch it hard and she started to squirm.
All that did was make the cord cut into her ankles even more. Her whole body was throbbing with pain now.
Myrna could feel herself beginning to pass out, and as her eyes fluttered open and closed in her attempt to fight it, Hank began to pull his cock back.
He left it in her mouth but that was okay. The girl could still catch her breath. As she started to breathe heavily, Hank repositioned himself so that he was straddling her chest, his cock still in her mouth.
Myrna felt her stiff nipples brushing against his smooth buttocks and then Hank started to press his ass down hard on her chest.
The weight of his body knocked the air out of her body once more, and he pressed down hard so that she couldn't exhale.
"Now," he said to her, "where's the money you've owed me for two months?"
She couldn't talk with his thick dick stuck in her mouth, and he knew it. He was torturing her in this way, for when she didn't answer but only let out muffled sounds, he slapped her across the face again.
"Don't talk back to me like that, you hot bitch. I've trusted you long enough but I can't help feel that you're pulling too much bullshit on me for your own good. You keep telling me you don't have the money and that you'll pay me, but you make no attempt to do that. Now, what's that supposed to make me think?"
Myrna was glad when he started to slide his slippery wet cock out of her mouth. She felt him rub the tip against her nose. But now she was free to speak.
"Hank, you know that I would never fuck you over."
"I don't know that, chickie," the blonde-haired dealer said. "I know that you'd fuck me, over and under, when we get on this bed. As far as what you'd do when we're out of this bed, I don't know a fucking thing about that."
"I know that I owe you money," Myrna said, and it felt like he was trying to shove his cock up her nostril and fuck her nose. She could feel him pushing it hard against her.
"But you've made no attempt to pay it."
"I don't have it right now," Myrna said.
Hank suddenly slid down her body so that his sweaty ass was pressing down on her belly. She knew that he was pushing down harder than usual, trying to keep her energy at a low point. He slapped her across the face again.
"You don't have it right now?" he asked her. "Where the fuck is it?"
"Hank, I fronted that grass and I haven't been paid off yet."
Myrna started to feel something that scared her. Hank's cock was lying on her chest, positioned right between her two large tits. He had placed himself there purposely, she knew. But as he slapped her again, she could feel his cock pulsating harder than ever. He felt like he was going to come right between her tits, for the throbbing of his cock was similar to the way it throbbed right before orgasm.
She couldn't believe it. The pain he was inflicting on her was making him excited.
"I told you not to front it anymore," he said to her. "If you're telling me the truth, that is."
"Hank, I wouldn't lie to you," Myrna said.
"You wouldn't? Well, baby, I know for a fact that you didn't front all of it because I know some people who bought some from you. Don't think I don't have connections, Myrna baby. So where the hell is the cash?"
"I don't have it," the bound girl said.
This time, when he slapped her, she thought she felt her jaw crack. After the pain had subsided, she opened and closed her mouth a few times. Her jaw was okay.
"Where is it?" he asked her.
Myrna didn't know what to tell him. It was true. She had fronted some of the grass, and the money she was supposed to collect from it would go right to Hank. The profit she was supposed to make, however, had already been spent.
She knew it was wrong to have spent some of the cash she took in while he had to wait for the other money to come in, but she had thought that he wouldn't mind. She had thought that two hundred fifty bucks was very little for Hank to concern himself about. She had never thought he would do something like this to her.
Myrna decided to be as honest as she possibly could.
"Hank," she said, "I sold the whole thing that you gave me. But I fronted most of it. The cash that I got is already spent."
"You think you're a real cool bitch, don't you? Look, baby, I was only doing this deal with you because you were a hot fuck, know what I mean? I've never done anything like this with any other broad, but you were something special. Now I seem to be out a quarter of a grand. Isn't that the way it looks to you?"
"I'll get the money for you," the brunette pleaded. "Don't worry. I'll come through with the money. It's only two hundred fifty bucks. I can get it."
"When? Do you really expect me to wait around for another two months? Listen, Myrna baby. Do you know what bullshit it is for me to have to wait for months to get some money from you? Baby, I cold have had that stuff sold months ago. I was trying to do you a favor, letting you earn some bread for yourself. But you just took advantage of me, and I don't go for that."
Myrna watched him carefully while he was talking. She noticed some kind of raging hatred burning in his eyes as he looked down at her. He moved his hand to her left nipple and began to pinch it hard. Then his fingers started to twist the stiffened thing.
"O-h-h-h-h-h," she groaned. "O-h-h-h-h-h. Oh, Hank. Please don't do that so hard. Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h. You're going to kill me. Please."
"No, baby," the blonde dealer said to her. "I'm not about to do that ... yet." She could feel him sliding down her body more, still straddling her, but now his ass was rubbing against her thick brown cunt hairs. "Why the fuck should I want to kill you? All that would get me is a fucking murder rap, you know that? Besides, then I'd really be out the money, wouldn't you say?"
"Y ... yes," the girl stammered.
"On the other hand," the man said, tightening his grip on her, "if you don't come through ... what's to stop me from getting rid of you?"
"I'll ... I'll get the money," the terrified brunette said to him.
"You bet your sweet fucking ass I'll get the money," he laughed evilly. "And believe me, Myrna, I mean that. I really do."
CHAPTER TWO
Myrna Montgomery drew back in fear as the brawny, curly-haired blonde named Hank Hale came closer in the dim yellow light. He moved down right between her legs, and she could feel him rubbing his hard cock against her wet pussy lips.
He moved with the determined power of a bull. It was only then that Myrna realized she too was wet. She couldn't understand how her pussy could be wet since she was feeling no pleasure at all from this. However, as he rubbed his cock head up and down over her lips, she felt them start to part and let him in.
Hank pushed his dick into her cunt only about an inch, then pulled his way out. He looked at the way her cunt lips seemed to quiver.
"I always said that you were a hot bitch," he said. "Well, now you're a bound bitch in heat and it looks like you really want to be fucked.
"Hank, please let me up," she said to him. She was scared that he was going to fuck her much too hard and possibly hurt her badly. "Let me up and I promise you I'll get you the money I owe you."
"Promises, promises," he said. "One week you said you'd have it the next week and so on and so forth. I can't take your fucking promises anymore."
"But Hank, I really promise this time...."
He slapped her across the face, and this time, it was probably the hardest slap he had given her so far. She could feel her neck jerking as her head turned and the stinging on her cheek was worse than ever.
"I don't even want to hear it this time," the blonde man said to her. "Don't even insult my intelligence with another one of your bullshit lies, understand?"
Myrna shook her head up and down. She saw his hand moving toward her face again and tried to move it out of the way so that he wouldn't hit her once again. This time, however, the man was reaching for her hair. He brushed her soft, shoulder-length brown hair off her face and forehead, then stroked it softly.
"You can be so beautiful sometimes, Myrna, you know that? But then, there are too many times when you just fuck up again and again, and I don't like you at all during those times. I'm not a violent man, per se, but I sometimes feel like beating the shit out of you when I know that you lie to me."
Myrna could feel herself starting to get lost in the feeling of her cunt, for even as Hank spoke, he was still rubbing his cock head in and out of her cunt. She felt the mushroom-like cock head rubbing her clit and making her cunt ooze with pleasure. His cock was so warm and the heat from it was making her pussy hot, too.
"I never lied to you," she said to him. "Believe me."
"Myrna, baby," he said, "I can't believe anything that you tell me anymore. How am I supposed to believe one thing after a lie?"
"But I didn't lie."
He raised his hand to strike her again and she knew that he wasn't buying it.
"All right," she said, quickly before he could slap her, "I did lie. I had some of the money, not all of it, and now I don't have it."
"And when do you plan to get it?"
"In a few weeks, Hank. Surely you can wait a few more weeks."
Hank started to laugh. Myrna had heard him laugh many times before and had always felt so at ease when he did. But this time, there was something evil and foreboding about the laugh. This time, she could hear it echoing through her mind and her whole body started to shake and tremble.
"A few more weeks, baby girl, that's bullshit. Today's Friday. I want the entire amount by Sunday night ... at the latest. Or else! You understand that?"
"I can't get it for you in two days."
"Too bad," the blonde dealer said, pushing his cock into Myrna's dripping cunt another inch. "I'm going to show you what's going to happen to you if you don't get me the money within a week, and I'm sure you'll be able to."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
The moment she did she was sorry. He reached over for a lit candle that was providing some of the dim yellow light in the semi-darkened bedroom. Then he held it over her tit. He tilted it a little so that the wax would burn faster and drip.
Myrna let out a muffled scream when she felt the first burning drop of wax land on her white tit flesh. She was glad that it was only one single drop, however, for the wax started to cool in a few seconds and then harden.
"Did you like that, baby?" the man asked her. "Well, how would you like a cunt full of the hot burning wax? Is that what you're looking for?"
Hank moved the candle over her other tit. This time, he pushed his fingers together around the nipple so that it was standing up straight, then let the hot wax drip down and cover the brown dot.
Myrna turned her head away so that he couldn't see the pain in her face. But Hank saw it all, and as he watched her squirm, his cock started to pulsate even harder in her cunt. The girl could feel the throbbing cockmeat stretching her cunt wide.
He was getting off on her pain, she could tell, and that scared her.
"It's sick," she started to say.
"No it isn't," Hank said to her. "By the time I'm through with you today, you're going to be so scared of me that next week, when you come back, you'll have all the money, understand? Don't think that once I let you leave you'll run away forever, because I'll always find you, and if I have to do it that way, then maybe I'll kill you."
Myrna didn't know what he meant, for she saw him putting the candle back into the holder on the table by the bed. His cock was still inside of her cunt, resting and hard, but then he pulled out.
Myrna watched Hank's tight ass cheeks flex as he walked over to his dresser. She heard something snap as he reached out to grab it, then, when he turned around, she saw him holding a large whip.
Hank's cock started to throb even harder as he looked over at the naked girl whose fear had increased ten times now because of the whip.
He lashed it out at her flat wrhite belly, hitting the same area he had hit her before. The bound girl flinched as she tried to move away from the terrifying wrath of the whip, but there was really no place for her to move to.
The man started to whip her belly again and again. Each time, the girl thought that the lashings were getting harder and harder, or so it seemed. She watched the reddening color of her belly, then realized that the reason it hurt more each time was because her skin was getting more and more sensitive.
She could see a thin trickle of blood on her belly, and it was only then that Hank stopped whipping her.
"Sorry, love," he said to her, "I didn't mean to draw blood that time. I was waiting for the next time, if there's going to be a next time."
"What do you mean?" the girl asked.
Myrna couldn't believe that he was even assuming there would be a next time. As far as she was concerned, this was it.
She was never going to take another pill that Hank had to offer, for fear of it knocking her out and making her so vulnerable that he would be able to get her tied like this. She wanted to laugh at the thought of it, but couldn't.
"I mean that if you don't have the money by next week, you're going to be dealt with in much the same way. Only harder."
He hit her once more with the whip and she saw the way his mammoth cock started to bulge even harder. She could see one drop of come dripping from the large slit of his cock head, and that made her even more nervous.
"Hank, this isn't you," she said to him.
"What the hell do you mean it isn't me?" the blonde man asked. "You think you know who I am, baby, but you don't know shit. To you, I was just some guy you could deal from and a nice steady fuck. Sure, I love it nice and smooth sometimes too, but I love it hard more than anything else."
He dropped the whip on the floor and then walked back to the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed and reached for the rope that was tied around her left leg. He started to twist it hard and she felt the burning increase.
"Open your eyes, Myrna," he said. "See how your pain makes me hot as hell. See the way my cock throbs when I look at you squirming. Yeah, you never thought I had that in me, did you? Well, we all have a little bit of that in us. Some of us have more of it in us than others. Some of us get off better when we watch the other person suffer. Look at me getting off on you suffering."
There was only one saving grace to the whole thing, Myrna thought, and that was the pill that he had given her earlier in the evening. It had knocked her out sure enough, and she could still feel some of its effects on her body.
Some of her senses were still numb from the pill, and she thought about how much more the pain would have hurt had she not been on the down.
"I see," she said, because his cock seemed harder than ever.
"And now, baby, you're going to feel my meat between your legs."
Hank got on the bed between her spread legs and rammed his dick into her cunt. He pushed his way in with such a force that Myrna started to moan hard. Hank seemed to be diving into her, and on top of her at the same time, for she felt his smooth chest pressing against her hot-nippled tits.
His mouth pressed down against hers and she was eager to kiss him. Instead, she felt him taking her lower lip between his teeth and pressing down hard. He started to bite her lip as he rammed his cock in and out of her cunt.
Myrna could feel Hank's light-haired balls whacking against her raised ass cheeks with each inward thrust.
He was knocking the breath out of her each time he thrust his way in and she was desperately trying to catch it. His sweaty chest was pressing against her tits even harder and then he eased up on his lip biting.
"What's the matter, baby?" he started asking. "I thought that you'd like it hard. You struck me as the kind of bitch who'd like it hard."
Even as he was talking, he was slowing down his thrusting pace and grinding his cock around in her cunt along with the thrusts. She could feel the strong cock pressing against her clit and her cunt started to spasm as her pleasures rose.
She could feel her pussy getting warmer and wetter by the second.
"You like it soft then," Hank said to her, stroking her hair off her face once more. "You do like it soft."
"Yes," she said, moaning hard. "I like it when you fuck me soft."
As soon as she said that, he started to ram his way into her again. He continued to grind his cock and her cunt, which was on the verge of orgasm from the soft strokes, started to spasm all of a sudden. Hank started to scream with joy as he felt her tight and wet pussy walls wrapping around his cock. Then he began shooting load after load of thick come into her pussy, and then he fell exhausted on top of her.
His cock shrunk, and then it slipped out of her slopping pussy. Myrna lay there wondering what was going to happen next. She tried to pull on the ropes that bound her wrists.
She didn't have long to wait. Hank rose to one elbow and a leer spread across his face.
"Sunday night," he said. "I'm coming to see you, Myrna, and I'm going to bring a friend along with me. Remember the pain from the wax and the whip. Remember that. I'll come to see you Sunday night."
Then he rose off the girl, walked across the room to his chest of drawers where he pulled out a spiked paddle the likes of which the girl had never seen ... even in horror movies.
"You ... you wouldn't...." she gasped.
"I would and I will," he said. "The only thing that will stop it is two hundred and fifty dollars. Not a penny less. You understand?"
She gulped, then nodded her head. Hank Hale laughed as he tossed the paddle aside, strode over to the bed and cut her loose.
CHAPTER THREE
When Myrna got home, the first thing she did was get on the phone to her friend Egbert Smith. They were both eighteen, and since they cut out for New York City they were the only people each one felt he could trust. She told him what had happened at Hank's pad.
"It was terrible," she said. "The way he treated me. I thought he would kill me. Do you think he might ... if I don't come up with the dough?"
Egbert was silent for a time. "He's a tough guy," the kid finally offered. "He might."
"You knew him before I did," the girl said nervously. "Is he the kind of man who could do that?"
"At this stage of the game," Egbert replied, "you know him better than I do. When I introduced you, the only thing he was to me was a dope dealer. I really don't know too much about him. I met him through somebody else. I don't know where he's coming from. I never thought he'd do anything like tying you up that way."
Myrna started to tremble as she recalled how helpless she had been. She hated being at the receiving end of a whip. She thought back to the scene at Hank's place.
As soon as she'd been released, she'd dressed and run out of the place. Then she had taken the subway back to her place, and she'd felt strange in the train. It seemed to her that everyone was looking at her. She had been sitting with her legs on the seat and her arms wrapped around her knees.
It had been a vain attempt to try and do something about the pain she had felt on her . belly. She could still feel it as she talked to Egbert on the phone.
"Did I tell you that he made me bleed?" she asked.
"No," Egbert told her. "Well, he did. He whipped my belly so hard that I started to bleed. He told me that he didn't want to make me bleed this time. He said he was waiting for the next, if I didn't have the money."
"Look, Myrna, you knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dealing. Where is the money, anyway? Why don't you have it?"
"I spent it," she said. "I told him that I fronted the stuff, but the truth of the matter is, I needed the money to fix up my pad and I spent it."
There was a long pause and when he didn't reply Myrna decided she was going to have to come out and ask. "Listen, Egbert," she said, "you wouldn't happen to have any money lying around that you could lend me, do you?"
His laugh was enough to tell her that he didn't, but he went on to explain. "Are you kidding?" he asked her. "Look, Myrna, even if I had the money, I don't think that I would lend it to you because I'd never see it again. But I don't have that kind of money lying around, so you can forget it."
"Why wouldn't you lend it to me?" she asked.
"Because you always fuck up when it comes to money, that's why. Look, I've got to go. I have a friend over here."
"Another girl?" Myrna asked.
"Yes," he said. "I tried calling you for the past five hours and when you didn't answer after a while, I invited someone else over. Can you blame me?"
"No," the brown-haired girl said. "Well, I'll talk to you soon."
She heard the click on his end of the line immediately, telling her that he probably had wanted to get off the phone the minute she called.
She felt so alone, suddenly, and didn't know what to do. The thought of Hank's tying her up again scared her. When she had first opened her eyes and realized that her arms and legs were tied, she hadn't even wanted to think about it. She was more scared than she had ever been in her life. The threat that Hank had laid down before her was more than she could handle. The thought of his tying her up again when they met on Sunday was terrifying.
Myrna decided that a hot bath was definitely what she needed to calm her down. She stood up and began to shed her clothes, letting them drop on the carpet because she was just too lazy to pick them up. When she was naked she walked to the bathroom and flicked the light on.
As she closed the door, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror that hung on the back. She tried to smile now, in order to make herself more attractive, but her smile was forced and ugly.
She ran her fingers through her brown hair, then down to her shoulders. She looked at her large, fleshy tits, then moved both hands under them so she could cup them. Her nipples were stiff, and as she continued watching her reflection she started to move a finger in a circular motion around her left nipple. She licked her lips at the same time and couldn't help but feel a pleasing warmth overcoming her body.
When she touched her teased nipple, she felt her whole body shiver with pleasure. She started to flick the nipple back and forth while she let her other hand wander down to her cunt.
As her hand brushed over her belly, she felt a short rush of pain. She could see how red her belly was, then saw the scab that had already formed from the whip lash that had cut into her skin.
Myrna didn't keep her hand on her belly too long for it hurt her. She moved her fingers right down to her cunt and started to rub her pussy lips. They were wet from her own nipple stimulation and she slid her fingers right down to her cunt and started to rub her pussy lips. They were wet from her own nipple stimulation and she slid her fingers right into her hot pussy.
She moaned as she started to finger her clit, and as her passions rose, she began to feel herself going weak in the knees. She started to sink down to the floor and was still able to watch .her reflection in the mirror. Her body looked so beautiful, she thought, except for the red marks on her belly.
They were ugly, wretched and painful. She hated Hank for having done that to her and hated the thought of having it done again.
Myrna started to move her fingers in and out of her cunt much faster, and as she did she allowed herself to lie back and close her eyes and think of only good thoughts. She thought of the time when she and Hank had been in his kitchen, after a hearty fuck. She had been going through the refrigerator to try and find something to eat.
She had soptted a can of whipped cream on the door and took it out. Before he even knew what was happening, she had sprayed some whipped cream all over his limp cock and blond pubic hairs. He looked at her, rather surprised, but then she sunk down to her knees and started to lick the whipped cream off.
As her tongue flicked in and out of her mouth, she could feel his cock starting to get harder. In a few moments, Hank had been stiff as ever and she was taking his cock deep in her mouth and sucking him off. When he came, his creamy come taste mixed with the taste of the whipped cream and she had thought it was sensational.
Whn Myrna thought about his cock in her mouth, she felt her pussy starting to spasm hard around her fingers. She could feel herself starting to get super-wet inside and felt a bursting of passionate sweat on her white buttocks.
She started to rock back and forth on the bathroom floor as her orgasm began to rise, and then she started to see flashes of color. She could see reds and yellows and blues expoding in front of her face and she felt her whole body shiver. Myrna was at the height of her orgasm when she heard her front doorbell ring. She pulled her fingers from her cunt, started gasping for breath, then yelled from the bathroom.
"Who is it?" she screamed, trying to get out the words in her short breaths.
"It's me. Carly. Is there anything wrong?"
"One minute," Myrna screamed back, pulling her finger from her nipple.
Her brown nipple started to throb and she looked at the reflection in the mirror till all throbbing had ceased. Then, she stood up and reached for the robe that she always kept hanging in the bathroom.
Myrna pulled the robe on and then tied it at the waist. When she got to the door she flung it open and saw Carly, her black-haired neighbor, leaning against the wall across the hall. As soon as Myrna opened the door, Carly started walking into the apartment.
"Shit," she said, "I thought there was something wrong with you. I hear you groaning and everything."
Carly lived in the apartment next to Myrna's and their bathrooms were right next to each other's.
"No, there's nothing wrong," Myrna said.
"Mind if I have a smoke?" Carly asked, and she was already in Myrna's living room, reaching into the small cigarette box and pulling out a joint. She lit it and then took a deep puff.
"You like it having someone who lives next door to you with drugs, don't you?"
Myrna had suddenly started thinking. Carly stopped by at least three nights a week for a quick smoke, yet she never offered to buy anything. Myrna wondered if the lovely girl would think it rude to ask for some money.
"It's nice," Carly said, brushing her long black hair behind her shoulders. "Hey, tell me what happened to you."
"What do you mean?"
"Your belly. Look at that. It's all red."
Myrna hadn't even noticed that her robe had opened a little bit, but as she looked down, she could see that her red belly was showing.
"It's nothing," Myrna said, pulling her robe closed.
"Hey, come on, you don't have to lie to me. Someone's been whipping you, right?"
As Carly handed Myrna the joint, the brown-haired girl sat down on the couch. She reached over and touched Carly's long black hair.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?"
"Why should I tell anyone?" Carly asked. "Hey, just tell me what happened.
Myrna decided that there was no reason not to tell her neighbors. She had only known Carly for about five months, but ever since the two of them had met they had become pretty good friends. Carly had just popped by one afternoon and had introduced herself to Myrna. She was a drama student at one of the local colleges, and Myrna thought that she tended to be a little overdramatic about everything.
Myrna told her about Hank and the way he had turned on her.
"Hey," Carly said, "that's heavier than a two-ton brick. Really. You always used to tell me about how nice he was."
"I always thought that he was nice," Myrna said. "He's never done anything like that to me before."
"And how did he like it?" Carly said.
"I don't know how he liked it. I mean ... well, I wasn't watching."
"You don't have to watch," Carly said. "You can tell how someone likes something like that just by the way they react. For instance, was his cock throbbing each time he whipped you? I mean, each time the leather actually touched you."
"Yes," Myrna said, and she was completely amazed that Carly knew something like that. "But why do you ask?"
"I had a boyfriend once who did the same thing to me. I never did understand what the fascination was, but believe me, I was at the end of a rope a hundred times."
"You're kidding," Myrna said, and as she got higher and higher from the joint, she found herself enjoying the conversation even more. "You mean he did it to you once and then you let him do it more?"
"Sure," Carly said. "I was into it at times, too. Of course, when it got a little too hard I had to get myself into it."
"How?"
"Mind over matter, my dear. All you have to do is think about the pleasant sides of what's happening to you. There's always something pleasant."
Myrna shook her head.
"As far as I was concerned, there was nothing pleasant about what happened tonight. I'm really scared too, Carly. More scared than I've ever been before."
"What are you scared for? It's over."
"That's what you think. I mean, well, I guess I should tell you why he tied me up and some of the other things that he said to me."
Myrna began. She had only told Carly about a guy named Hank that she knew, and how great he was in bed. She started telling her neighbor, now, that Hank was her dealer, also. Then she told Carly about the last deal they had made and how she hadn't given him the money yet. The last thing that she told her neighbor was about how he had threatened to tie her up again if she didn't have the money.
"I guess I know what you want then," Carly said, when Myrna finished talking.
"It would be really great if you could help out," the brunette said.
She was assuming that Carly was going to give her some money, but when the girl stood up and didn't make any attempt to reach into her pocket, Myrna didn't know what was happening. Carly put her hands on her hips and looked at Myrna. Then she spoke.
"Well?"
"Well what?" Myrna replied. She had no idea what the black-haired girl was getting at.
"Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to let me tie you up?"
"W ... what?!!! I don't get it."
"Just what I said," the other girl came back, smiling. "I think you've gotten just the little taste of bondage you need, and now you need someone to show you the way. I'm just that someone."
"B ... but, but," Myrna stammered.
"Isn't that what you wanted? I told you that I learned to like being tied. I thought you wanted me to teach you how, so that you won't be so miserable with it when Sunday night comes around ... and Hank shows you the ropes again. You've only got two days to learn what you'll need to know."
"I've got two days to get two hundred and fifty dollars," Myrna came back. "That's all I plan to do with those two days, believe me."
"Where the fuck can you get it. Everyone you know is as broke as you and me."
Myrna let out a long sigh. "I kind of hoped you might help me come up with the money."
"Now where would I get any money from, especially two hundred and fifty bucks? Myrna, you know that my mother and father send me just enough to live on ... and nothing more."
"I know that, but...."
"Are you going to chicken out?" Carly asked.
"Chicken out? I don't even understand what it is that you want me to do in the first place," the brown-haired girl said.
"It's all quite simple," Carly told her. "If you think that there's a chance of Hank tying you up again, I'm ready to show you how to get into it. A lot of people are into B&D bondage and discipline. You can take it from me. I'm a pro at being tied and being at the end of a whip."
Myrna coldn't believe what she was hearing. She thought, at first, that the whole thing was happening because Carly had gotten herself too stoned. And then, the black-haired girl reached down, grabbed Myrna by her robe, and pulled her to her feet.
"B ... but, but ... ," Myrna started to protest.
It was too late.
Carly had that look in her eye, and she would not be deterred.
CHAPTER FOUR
Suddenly, Myrna Montgomery panicked and tried to fight the black-haired girl named Carly. The other girl was strong, and she grabbed the brunette in such a way that Myrna's flying fists were striking only thin air.
Then Carly pulled on Myrna's robe; it opened, and revealed the red-streaked belly and white tits. Carly started to smile as soon as she saw Myrna's naked body. She had been living next door to the girl for some time now, and she had been wondering if the brunette might not be interested in the bi-sexual scene. Carly, being that way herself, had dreamed of making it with Myrna in bed, but since there had never really been any talk in that direction on Myrna's part, Carly had kept her thoughts to herself.
Now that the prospect of getting Myrna naked and tied in bed lay right before black-haired Carly, she had even more of a reason to attack the girl.
She started to rip Myrna's robe off her shoulders, twirling the girl around so that she was facing her back and seeing the unveiling of Myrna's two rounded ass cheeks. As she pulled the robe down, Carly noticed that it would be easy to tie Myrna's hands up from this position.
She smiled slyly.
The abducted girl's hands were pulled behind her back to begin with, and as Carly pulled the robe all the way off, she reached for the thick belt that kept the robe closed. She pulled it from the loops of the robe, and as she watched the terrycloth bathrobe fall to the floor she grabbed hold of Myrna's wrists and started rapping the belt around them.
Myrna was pretty stoned at this time, and so dazed at the whole thing that was happening. She didn't even think of fighting back anymore at the moments when Carly was lacing the belt over and under her wrists, binding them together, and by the time she thought of fighting back, it was too late.
She pulled at her wrists to try and get free, and discovered that she was perfectly helpless. She looked at Carly, and it was only then that she noticed the lust in the black-haired girl's eyes.
"Carly, I insist that you untie me this instant," Myrna commanded.
Carly playfully slapped the young girl across the face, then, as Myrna's tits began to bob up and down from the brunt of the blow, she reached out and began to grab hold of them by the nipples. She started to pinch and squeeze Myrna's already stiff brown beauties, and when she did that, Myrna closed her eyes for a second.
She couldn't believe how good Carly's fingers felt. Her nipples were hard as rocks now and each time Carly pinched them just a little Myrna could feel the pleasure building up inside of her body.
She closed her eyes and started to moan as she felt Carly moving her hands down her red belly, then through her pussy patch. Myrna's cunt was dripping with the expectation of her neighbor's fingers sliding between her pussy lips and beginning to massage her eager clit. However, Myrna was in for a big surprise.
As soon as Carly stroked Myrna's thick brown patch, she grapped hold of a bunch of pussy hairs and started pulling at them, hard.
Carly held onto them as she started walking down the small hallway toward Myrna's bedroom. Myrna could do nothing but follow, for if she tried to hold back, Carly certainly would have yanked a large patch of pussy hair from her bush. For the few moments that it took to walk down the hall, Myrna was in excruciating pain, but as soon as they made it into the bedroom Carly let up on the pussy hair pulling and pushed Myrna backwards onto her large platform bed.
The only thing that hurt about the fall was the way the girl's arms pushed into her back. Since the mattress was soft, though, they soon sunk right in.
Myrna suddenly took account of her situation and couldn't believe that she had let herself get into it. Here she was, tied again for the second time in one night, and she had really let herself get that way. The idea of being tied didn't bother her as much as the thought of being naked and spread out on her bed, right before Carly. For as she looked at the black-haired girl, she started to notice that Carly had something of a lecherous eye.
"Hey," Carly said, suddenly smiling, "don't look so scared, Myrna. This is all for fun. There can be fun with this kind of bondage scene."
Even as she spoke, Carly was moving her hands to her sweater and beginning to lift the black woolen article of clothing over her head. Myrna hadn't expected anything like that. As Carly pulled the sweater over her breasts, it was easy for Myrna to see that the girl wasn't wearing a bra, for her tits were revealed.
Carly's tits were magnificent, Myrna had to admit, even though she hadn't made it a habit of admiring the tits of other women. But Carly's two globular shaped breasts seemed so tight and firm, and she had the thickest brown nipples that Myrna had ever seen. They seemed to be about as wide as a half a dollar, and even though they weren't stiff yet, Myrna had a good idea that she would see them stiff by the end of the night.
Carly slipped her hands into the waistband of her pants and pushed them down. She didn't seem to believe in panties, either, for as soon as her pants were down Myrna could see the naked cunt.
There was one thing that surprised her about Carly's black bush.
It seemed like the girl trimmed her pussy hairs, for the bush didn't seem as thick as Myrna's, and it also had a shape to it.
Myrna was just about to ask the naked girl something about it when Carly anticipated the question.
"Yes," she said, "I trim it. I shaved it once, all the way, but then when the hairs started to grow back in they were kind of itchy for a while. You should have seen what it was like for me to sit in my classes at school with my hand between my legs so I could scratch my cunt. Now I know better. I only trim them."
"But why?" Myrna asked.
"For this reason, and this reason alone," Carly said.
She didn't give the reason at first. Instead, she climbed onto the bed and straddled her spread legs over Myrna's face. As she did that, she forced Myrna to lie down again, since the tied girl had taken it upon herself to sit up as Carly had stripped.
She pushed her spread cunt lips right against Myrna's mouth and there was nothing that the bound girl could do but start licking. She stuck her tongue out and ran it over Carly's red pussy lips. As she did, she could feel the cunt lips beginning to get wet, and she noticed a distinct and delicious flavor to them. Myrna could feel the heady aroma of the girl's pussy rushing into her and overcoming her entire being. She couldn't have ever imagined what an effect the aphrodisiac odor of pussy would cause, but she was now beginning to understand why certain men killed for cunt.
She stuck her tongue past Carly's pussy lips and felt the girl's eager clit. Myrna then started to flick the clit back and forth with her tongue, and in a matter of seconds she felt Carly's wet cunt starting to spasm hard around her tongue.
Carly was moving her ass up and down so that Myrna's tongue became like a cock, thrusting in and out of her cunt as it spasmed. She threw her head up and started to moan, and Myrna couldn't even see the total look of pleasure on the girl's face.
For Carly was in a state of heaven. Although she wanted to lick Myrna's cunt more than she wanted her own cunt licked, she knew this was the best way of going about it. She felt her pleasures rising, due to the heavy clit-tickling from Myrna's tongue, she moved her fingers to her half-dollar sized nipples and started to pinch them. Carly's nipples grew stiff instantly, sticking out almost a full half an inch. Her whole body broke out into a sweat and she could feel her ass sweat dripping onto Myrna's face.
That didn't take away from the enthusiasm Myrna was displaying as she continued to lick Carly's cunt. Now that the girl's pussy was creaming, Myrna was getting more pleasure in not only licking the clit, but tasting some of the heady cunt cream her pussy licking had caused to flow. Each time she pulled her tongue back into her mouth it was layered with Carly's cream, and Myrna would savor the flavor on her tongue for only a few seconds before swallowing it and then going back for more.
As Carly's cunt spasms started to subside, she leaned forward so that her body was slush against Myrna's. She spread Myrna's legs as wide as she could and then started to tickle her cunt lips. At the same time, she was flicking her tongue in and out of her mouth against Myrna's cunt hairs, till she could feel the wetness building up inside of the girl beneath her.
Then Carly moved her lips flush against Myrna's pussy, keeping the cunt lips spread with her fingers, and started to kiss Myrna hard. She flicked her tongue in and out of Myrna's joy-box and was happy for the wet results.
"O-h-h-h-h," Myrna was moaning. "O-h-h-h-h-h. This is sensational. O-h-h-h-h-h-."
"Remember how sensational it is," Carly said, and her tongue began to flick Myrna's clit back and forth, and then round and round in little circles.
Carly knew what she was doing. She could feel the way Myrna's clit was trembling, and it was easy for her to tell from the way Myrna's cunt was spasming lightly that the girl was building herself up toward climax. Carly knew she had to take Myrna part of the way, but not all the way, so when she felt Myrna's pussy starting to spasm hard, she quickly pulled her mouth away.
She pulled herself off of Myrna and then rolled the bound girl over on her stomach. Myrna didn't know what was going to happen, but she felt like a grounded fish. She raised her head a little and watch her neighbor walking to her closet. Carly rummaged through and then found what she wanted.
As she turned around, Myrna gasped.
"You're not going to use that," she said.
"But of course I am. Remember what I was just doing to you. Think of only the good things. Then you won't mind what I'm going to do to you. In fact, you're going to learn to love it."
Myrna was talking about the leather belt that Carly had taken from her closet.
The naked black-haired girl was holding it firmly in two hands, and before Myrna even knew it, the menacing brown belt was lashing out at her and hitting her square on the buttock. She flinched for a second, feeling a quick stinging of pain on her left ass cheek. As she trust her body down on the bed, however, she felt a pleasant pressure on her pussy mound.
Carly started to whip Myrna's ass again and again and as the brunette began to move with it, thrusting her cunt up and down on the bed, she hardly even noticed that the blows were getting harder.
Carly was purposely starting to lash Myrna harder, for she wanted to see just how far she could take the girl. She listened to the fast way that Myrna was breathing and watched a slow trickle of sweat begin to move from the small of Myrna's back, down between her two fleshy ass cheeks. It was a thrilling sight for her, and it whet her appetite to dish out some more pain to the brunette girl lying vulnerable on the bed.
As Carly resumed the powerful lashing, she moved her fingers to her own cunt and started to massage herself. She had never been in this kind of position before, having been used to always being tied, and she was amazed at the tremendous sense of power she felt. It was almost a climax in itself just to be holding that belt and having the knowledge that the other person couldn't do a fucking thing to get out of it.
One thing the girl did note, however, was how red Myrna's usually white cheeks were getting, for she did not have it in mind to draw blood.
"How does that feel?" Carly asked at one point. "Are you enjoying it more than the whipping you had earlier?"
"Much," Myrna said, panting hard. "Still, I don't know about it."
When Carly heard that she smashed the whip against Myrna's buttocks with one blow that had the strength of ten others put together. Myrna flinched, her whole body seeming to contort, and for a second the dominating Carly thought that her neighbor was going to roll right off the bed. The whole thing thrilled the black-haired girl wildly.
"The idea is for you to get to like it," Carly laughed. "I don't want you leaving with any doubts in mind. Just think about how smooth the leather belt is, smooth and sensuous."
Myrna had been doing just that. There were times when the leather felt as soft as silk running across her ass, and when that happened she thought it was fabulous. But then there were times when it felt like something burning.
She could only compare it with the burning ropes that had held her wrists and ankles earlier in the evening. There was nothing at all pleasing about the burning ropes. But, she decided, there was something pleasing about the burning belt. Each time her ass was hit hard and she felt the fire, she pressed her groin against the firm mattress even harder, and that made her cunt feel good.
There came a point when Carly started to whip her ass hard, one blow after another, and as Myrna started thrusting her cunt up and down against the bed, steadily, she could feel her orgasm rising.
Her pussy was spasming and it was getting harder and harder for her to breathe. She began to moan softly, trying to bury her head in the mattress.
Carly would not have it that way. As soon as she realized her bound neighbor was coming, she stopped the ass-whipping and rolled Myrna over on her back. She sank down to her knees, moving her head right between Myrna's spread pussy. She clamped her mouth to the cunt lips and started to lick them for all she was worth, biting them gently at times, and finally pulling them apart with her fingers so she could ram her tongue in and out to catch the creamy juices.
Myrna began to thrust her ass up and down off the bed as the orgasm rose inside of her and she felt like she was on top of the world. It hadn't really mattered to her, this time, that she had been tied. The orgasm was good enough to compensate for the pain and burning she could still feel on her ass.
At one point, Carly pulled her head away from Myrna's pussy, but only for an instant.
"Now you know why I shave my cunt," she smiled, removing the lone hair from her mouth. Then she shoved her face back onto Myrna's cunt and resumed the cunt-lapping.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was Saturday morning, and Myrna Montgomery woke up from a nightmarish sleep. She was back to reality now, and the two hundred dollar debt was on her mind. The image of Hank Hale was strong in her thoughts.
She couldn't get his treatment of her out of her mind, and that was one of the reasons she slept so badly. Whenever she turned over on her stomach, she felt the whip marks burning. Then she would have to roll onto her back. When she did that, she felt the stinging on her ass cheeks from Carly's lashing. That hurt just as much.
Myrna had compromised by sleeping on her side, but even that was uncomfortable for she would find the arm that she was lying on starting to throb after only a few minutes in that position.
Myrna thought about her lesbian affair with Carly and was happy for it. After Carly had made her come, having pulled the pussy hair from her lips, she had untied Myrna. Then the two of them had lain in each other's arms, stroking and talking. By the end of the night, it seemed like they were going to be doing things like this quite often.
As Lynn tried to roll over to get herself into another temporarily comfortable position, she felt Carly sleeping next to her. She hadn't remembered who had suggested that Carly sleep over, but at the time, she had been too high to refuse. Now, early Saturday morning, she wasn't sure if she wanted Carly there. She had been in one frame of mind last night, but this morning she was certainly in another.
There were six days left, and she had to get Hank that two hundred fifty dollars. She had decided on it after Carly had fallen asleep in her arms, for even though the black-haired girl had been trying to teach Myrna how to enjoy bondage, Myrna knew that there was a tremendous difference between Carly's kind of bondage and what she would be in store for if she didn't raise the money.
At eight-thirty, the phone rang, and Myrna started cursing. She couldn't imagine who the fuck would be calling her so early in the morning, especially on Saturday. She reached over for the receiver and pulled it to her ear.
"Good morning," the voice said. "I just wanted to see if you slept well."
Myrna could feel her whole body trembling. It was Hank, yet he sounded so eerie.
"Yes," she said, trying not to let him know how nervous he was making her.
"Good, good. I would hate to think you were in pain all night from what happened. Next week, you might be, though. That's what I called to remind you."
"What?"
"The money, baby, the money. I'll call here every morning just to let you know that I haven't forgotten, and just so you can't tell me that you've forgotten, either."
Then there was a click on the other end of the line. As soon as he hung up Myrna dropped the receiver from her hand and burst into tears. Her crying was what woke Carly and in a few seconds, she could feel her neighbor's large breasts brushing against her back.
Carly had sat up and she was now moving her lips to Myrna's ear and brushing her tongue against the girl's lobe.
"Hey, what is it?" Carly asked, moving her fingers around so that she was soon playing with Myrna's stiff nipple.
"Hank just called," Myrna said. "He scares the shit out of me, now. He called, so he said, to remind me of the money I owe him."
"How noble," Carly said, the sarcasm dripping from her mouth.
"So what the hell am I going to do?" Myrna asked.
"Why don't we shower first and then you can decide. I have an idea, but first I want to do a little pubic trimming on your cunt."
Myrna knew she could use a shower since both she and her neighbor had fallen asleep bathed in their own sweat. With that sleepy sluggishness still part of her, Myrna let Carly sit her up, then stand her up, and then lead her to the bathroom. The naked brown-haired girl leaned against the tile bathroom wall while Carly started the shower to make sure the temperature was okay.
Then the two of them stepped inside. Myrna started to wake up as soon as the water splashed on her face and then she felt Carly taking the bar of soap and washing her buttocks. Myrna couldn't believe how smooth the bar of soap felt as Carly ran it over her ass cheeks and she reached back and began to stroke the girl's long black hair. At one point, Myrna was sure that Carly's tongue was the thing that was stimulating her ass instead of the bar of soap, but she didn't turn around to look.
After Carly had washed Myrna's back, she turned the girl around and began to rub the soap over her tits. She worked her way down to Myrna's thick brown pussy hair, then stopped and looked up at her.
"You wouldn't happen to have a manicuring scissor, would you?"
"If you open the shower curtain and reach into the medicine cabinet you'll be able to see one on the second shelf."
When Carly got the scissor she turned back to face Myrna, then sunk to her knees. Myrna was rather surprised by what the girl did next. She started pulling at tufts of brown hair and snipping them. She let them fall to the bottom of the tub and the shower spray started washing them down the drain.
"Are you going to clip it all?" Myrna asked.
"Of course not," Carly said. "I think a clean-shaven one is even less attractive than a bushy one, although it is only one girl's opinion."
Myrna watched her pubic hair falling to the tub floor and felt bad about it. However, by the time Carly was finished, snipping and shaping the hairs so that they were short and perfectly triangular, Myrna couldn't help but be happy.
She washed her cunt hairs thoroughly with the soap and then, upon rinsing all the suds out, looked at her new bush.
It was beautiful. She could see her red pussy lips sticking out prominently, something that she had never seen before with the hairs so long and thick. That, she thought, made her cunt look even more desirable.
Even as she thought it, Carly was moving closer to her. Carly put her lips against Myrna's and then started to rub her trimmed pussy mound against Myrna's. The two of them began to move together, grinding cunt against cunt and kissing still. Carly moved her fingers to the brunette's nipples and began to flick them back and forth. As she did, she moved her mouth from Myrna's and then licked her way to the girl's ear where she started to whisper some things.
"I think I know a way you can get seventy-five dollars back," she said.
"Where? That would be great! Seventy-five would come in handy."
"Well," Carly said, breathing heavily, "you know the stereo store around the corner, G&T Stereo? The one that's supposed to fix receivers?"
"Yes," Myrna said, thinking about the pleasing spasms of her cunt rather than the stereo store.
"I brought my receiver in last week and the guy said he fixed it. Well, I thought that he did, but then the same trouble started again. The sound keeps jumping on and off. Well, I brought it back there once again and when I went to pick it up, the guy said there was nothing wrong with it the second time."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that I've paid the bastard seventy-five dollars to fix my stereo and it's still not fixed. He's not going to fix it, either, so it seems, because he claims now that there isn't anything wrong with it."
Carly's fingers worked their way down to Myrna's cunt and she was soon sliding them in and out, over Myrna's excited clit. Myrna leaned back against the wet tile walls of the shower because the fast cunt action was making her legs a little wobbly.
"So what's that got to do with anything?" Myrna asked, spreading her legs more and pushing Carly down on her knees so that she could lick her cunt.
Carly didn't answer then. Instead, she moved her mouth right to Myrna's freshly shaven pussy patch and began to lick the hairs. Then she spread Myrna's cunt lips and started to flick her long, fast tongue in and out. Myrna could feel her whole body bursting with sensations, for she was fast approaching an early morning climax. She reached down and began to pinch Carly's half-inch stiff nipples hard, just the way she had discovered the girl liked it the night before.
When Myrna started to come, she thrust her ass forward so that Carly's face was literally buried in her cunt and muff, and Carly took it as an indication to do some faster and more furious licking. She loved the sweet taste of Myrna's cunt, and this, being the third time she had sampled it, was better than ever.
As Myrna's passion-riddled orgasm began to subside, Carly pulled her head up and looked right at Myrna.
"The point is this," the girl said. "I paid that bastard seventy-five dollars to fix something that, as far as I'm concerned, is still not fixed. But you know me well enough to know that I just don't have balls."
"I think you have more balls than most men I've met," Myrna said, and she took the bar of soap and began to clean out her dripping wet cunt. "I mean, the way you came on to me last night certainly took something that I'd call balls."
"Well, it was pretty easy last night," Carly said. "But if I tell you that I wanted to fuck you the minute I met you and it took me this long to do it, then you have to understand what I'm saying. Anyway, I fantasized a hundred times about going into the store and telling the man that he's full of shit and demanding my money back."
"Will he give it back?"
"I don't know," Carly said. "Look, he charged sixty-five dollars for labor and the rest was for parts. As far as I'm concerned the same thing's wrong so I don't know what parts he used, or what kind of labor was involved. Nothing, I would believe."
Myrna started smiling. She was beginning to understand just what Carly wanted a lot better now. Since she had always considered herself an outspoken girl, Myrna didn't see any reason why she wouldn't be able to get the money back from the man at the stereo store.
"And if I get the money I can keep it?" Myrna asked.
"Sure. As far as I'm concerned, it's spent money already. But when I think about that bastard not doing anything and getting all that money, I don't want him to have it. I'd much rather you had it."
When Myrna heard that she kissed Carly on the lips and then started to wash the girl even faster. She wanted the shower to end soon because she wanted to dress and get over to the store. If she could give Hank seventy-five dollars before the weekend was over, at least he would know that she was making an effort to hustle and get him the money.
Myrna desperately wanted to go down on Carly once again so she could taste the girl's lusciously sweet cunt, but she didn't think that she would have time for anything like that. She just cleaned off her friend and then shut off the shower.
There was a silent understanding between them. Carly didn't even have to ask Myrna why she seemed to be in such a hurry, for she knew. As soon as Myrna shut off the shower she started to dry herself off. Then she ran to her room and began to throw on a pair of shorts and a halter top.
"Now give me a little more info on the receiver," Myrna said as she put on her shoes, for it was only then that Carly walked into the bedroom.
"Boy, you seem so determined."
"I am," Myrna said. "You don't know how handy that seventy-five would come in. That's another thing. I want you to give me a receipt."
"Right, I have it next door. Anyway, I brought the thing in last week because the sound jumped from one speaker to the other. The man said he would fix it, but after I brought it home, it happened all over again."
"So you brought it back again, isn't that what you said?"
"Yes. I left it there for a day, and when I went back to pick it up there was a different man there. He was the one who had supposedly worked on it. I asked him if he had fixed it this time and he said that he had fixed it the last time. I said that he hadn't, but that I'd take it and try it again. Well, if you want to come to my apartment and listen to a stereo where the sound jumps back and forth, you're welcome to come."
Carly laughed a little about it as she continued to towel dry herself. When she was dry, she started to slip back into the clothes she had worn the night before.
"Okay," Myrna said. "I think I can handle this."
When Carly was dressed, she went with Myrna to her apartment. She turned on the stereo to show Myrna just what it was she was talking about, and why she took the receiver to the store called G&T Stereo.
The store was located right around the block from where the two girls lived, and that, Carly said, was the only reason why she had decided to bring the stereo there.
"I thought that if there was something wrong, I could bring it right back. Well, there was something wrong and look what happened anyway."
"I'll handle it," Myrna said, taking the receipt from the girl.
With those triumphant words, and a speech already prepared, Myrna left Carly's apartment and started on her way to the store.
CHAPTER SIX
The store, G&T Stereo, was just opening and she could see a fairly good-looking dark-skinned man pushing the front gate open. He was about her size with a clear complexion and straight black hair. She walked right behind him and tapped him on the shoulder, but was rather surprised by his startled reaction. He almost jumped a foot high.
Myrna felt terrific about that, and thought that she would certainly be able to work her way around this man.
"Do you work here?" she asked him.
"Yes, my name is Griff. What can I do for you?"
She waited for him to open the door and then followed him into the store before talking. But once she did, she started to talk a mile a minute, so he couldn't interrupt.
"The thing is, I'm here for a friend. She brought her stereo in for repair, twice, and she paid you seventy-five bucks to have it fixed. Hell, I heard it playing and you didn't do shit with it, understand? I don't know what you did with the seventy-five bucks, but we want it back. We're not going to pay you for doing nothing."
The man walked over to a small desk, and as he did, Myrna noticed all the other receivers and sound systems that they sold.
"Wait just a second," the man said, looking through his receipt book, "I remember that receiver. I worked on it myself."
"Well you did a pretty shitty job, if you want to know the truth."
Just as she was talking a prospective customer walked in. Griff pushed his way past the complaining Myrna and stood right in front of the customer.
"Yes, could I help you?" he asked.
When Myrna saw what he was trying to do, which was avoid her completely so he could spend time with a new prospective customer, she was infuriated. She walked right behind Griff, tapped him on the shoulder, then spoke loud.
"Look, we haven't finished. You did shitty work on my stereo and I want this settle right now." Then she spoke to the new customer. "I wouldn't shop here if I were you. They like you, till they get your money. Then they couldn't care less."
When the man heard that, he turned around and walked right out of the store. Myrna put her hands on her hips and smiled triumphantly.
"Well, Griff," she said, "are we going to talk now or do I have to stay in your store all day chasing the customers?"
"Let's go in the back and talk," he said to her.
She loved the change that had come over him. As far as she could tell, he looked like he was totally defeated. As she followed him to the back of the store, she wasn't prepared for what happened next.
As soon as he walked in the small room in the back and she followed, she felt someone grabbing her wrist from behind. She whirled around and saw another dark-skinned man. He looked a little older than Griff, but still had the same features.
Myrna could feel a leather strap being tied around her wrists as soon as they were grabbed, and although she was struggling to get free, it was useless. She had been caught off-guard and as soon as the second man, whose name was Tim, had her hands bound together tightly, he pushed her in the middle of the room.
"Now," Griff said, "maybe we can talk."
Even as he spoke, he was sitting on a table and moving his hand to his crotch. Myrna noticed the way he started to rub a bulge that was getting bigger and bigger.
"I want that money," she said, trying to maintain her authority even though she was now in the completely vulnerable position.
"If I'm going to give you money, especially that much, there are things that I might expect from you in return."
"Like what? What the hell could you...."
She didn't even have to finish talking, for Griff had already pulled his fly down and he was reaching into his underpants and pulling out his flopping hard cock. When Myrna saw the size of his dick, she gasped.
He was at least ten inches long, and the only thing she was glad about was the fact that his thickness wasn't anywhere near in proportion to his length. His cock was rather thin, when it came right down to it.
Griff started to rub the tip of his cock, running his finger over the piss slit and smearing a drop of his pre-come fluid all over the swollen head. He laughed a little bit, and then Myrna felt herself being pushed from behind.
Tim, the man who had tied her, was pushing her by the ass and directing her head toward Griff's now-throbbing cock. Myrna was going to try and keep her mouth shut, but she realized there was no use in doing anything like that. She opened wide and then started to run her tongue up and down the skinny length of cock shaft. As her tongue touched the tip of his dick, he closed his eyes and let out the longest and most satisfying moan that she had heard in some time.
Griff reached for her long brown hair and began to stroke it. By doing this, he was able to hold her head and keep it near his cock at all times. He started to move her head up and down his cock shaft so that the head of his dick was sliding deep into the back of her throat.
At the same time, Myrna could feel her shorts being opened and being slid down her legs. She heard Tim starting to laugh as he looked at her naked buttocks, and she heard the reason why in a matter of seconds.
"Her ass is red-hot," Tim said, in a lust-distorted voice. "She likes to be slapped."
"Then slap her, my friend," Griff said, between loud groans. "I always say that at the famous G&T Stereo we give the people what they want."
Myrna felt the first slap on her right buttock but this time, there was something incredibly tingly about it. She squirmed her ass back and forth, just in time to feel another sharp slap. In a few seconds, the slaps were coming at a steady rate and her ass was burning with a fiery heat.
When it came right down to it, Myrna couldn't believe that she had let herself get into such a situation. When she had first felt the leather strap being laced around her wrists, initial instinct had told her to start yelling. Surely there would have been enough people passing by on the street and one of them would have heard her.
But then she had changed her mind. Instead of yelling, she had decided to go along with whatever they wanted, and she had her reasons.
She started to suck harder on Griff's cock, keeping her tongue near the cock head because she knew it was his most sensitive part. She had discovered that by running her tongue up and down and seeing which area made him shiver the most. The rim of the cock head had made him moan with pleasure, but it was the actual tip that kept him really excited. When she felt his dick starting to pulsate in her mouth, she began to suck harder, thinking that she might as well take him all the way.
Then she felt a tongue licking her ass cheeks, and in a second they were pulling her cheeks behind and licking her tight asshole. She knew that it had to be Tim, the other man, and when she felt him starting to lick her cunt from behind she anticipated having a mildly satisfying orgasm.
Then she could feel him starting to enter her cunt from behind.
She hadn't seen his cock but she felt the way his thick dick was stretching her as he forced his way in. His cock didn't feel like it was anywhere near as long as the one in her mouth, but it was certainly much wider.
Myrna was glad to feel Tim moving his hand around to her cunt and starting to attack her clit with his fingers. She could feel him squeezing it and flicking it back and forth, and was happy for it since that would get her through the fuck.
When he rammed his way in deep and she felt his bushy black pubic hairs rubbing against her ass, she knew that was as deep as he could go. She started to grind her ass as he thrust his way in and out.
The girl was fully amazed at Griff's will power to keep from coming because he was pulsing hard in her mouth from the time that Tim entered her cunt to a few minutes into the dog-style fuck.
That was when she thought about her bound hands. If they were only free, she knew, she would have been able to stroke and squeeze Griff's nuts. That would have made him shoot off like a rocket, and shoot off fast. For the fact that he was taking so long to come made her upset. She would have preferred it if he had shot off fast and then the whole thing would have been over.
Instead, she could smell his strong manly odor getting stronger as he built up more and more of a passionate sweat. She felt the tension in his stiff cock which was now tickling the back of her throat each time she took him in all the way. But the one thing that she didn't feel was his come emptying into her mouth, and that was the only thing she wanted.
She was even more surprised when Tim started to come before Griff, since she had been working Griff so much longer.
But she could feel the thick cunt-fucking cock beginning to spasm hard and stretch her wet pussy even more, and then Tim started to shoot out load after load of his creamy hot come. When Myrna felt the come coating her cunt walls and heating them even more, she started to come hard, too.
In some ways, that amazed the tied young girl, for she hadn't thought she would ever be able to come under the circumstances. However, she had something other than the receiver and the seventy-five dollars on her mind at the time, and that something was really what enabled her to let herself loose and get into what was happening.
As she felt the cock in her cunt beginning to ejaculate what seemed to be its last load-for it began to go limp-she started to suck even harder on the cock in her mouth. She knew that all she had to do would be bring Griff off, and then she would be finished.
For right now, she considered this abuse her punishment. She was paying for having spoken to the man with such hostility. But even as she felt the cock starting to spasm hard again, she was thinking about the next few things she would say once she was out of this binding predicament.
This time, when his cock started pulsing, she sucked harder than she ever sucked anything in her life. Being a lollipop freak from way back, that included suction that compared to a high-speed vacuum cleaner, and when Myrna felt Griff starting to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth on his own before he had been manipulating her head so that she was doing most of the movement she knew that he was going to come this time for sure.
The first shot of cock cream hit her all the way in the back of the throat.
She almost gagged on it, since it was really quite unexpected. When he pulled his shooting dick back a little, she moved her tongue to the cock head and began to lick and suck the rest of the ejaculating cream. She could taste how warm it was by the quick tongue actions which enabled her to taste it the minute it spurted from his cock. He was moaning like crazy now, and she was pretty turned on herself.
His cock odor had permeated her nostrils and had stimulated her to no end. Her cunt was beginning to itch for fulfillment once again, and as the long, thin dick began to go limp in her mouth, she thought about asking one of them to fuck again.
She was just about to open her mouth and ask when she felt Tim reaching for the leather strap that bound her wrist, then untying it. She let her hands fall in front of her and she started to rub her bruised wrists, trying to get the blood flowing back.
When she finally pulled her mouth away from the totaly limp dick, she stooped down and pulled up her shorts. She snapped them closed, not even caring about the dripping mixture of cunt and cock juice in her pussy. Normally, she would have tried to wash it out immediately, but this time was not a normal time. This time, she wanted that sticky feeling in her cunt, just in case she had to resort to certain measures.
Griff's eyes were closed and his limp cock had now retreated into his sweaty black pubic bush. When Myrna's shorts were snapped shut, she reached forward and grabbed Griff's limp cock. She pulled on it hard, for a second, just so he'd open his eyes and look at her, then let up her firm grip. She still held onto the limp dick, though.
"Now," she said to him, turning so that Tim couldn't sneak up behind her, "there is a matter of seventy-five dollars that you owe my friend for the stereo. I'm here to pick it up and I want it now."
Tim started laughing as he stuffed his cock back into his pants, but Griff wasn't laughing as much because Myrna still had his cock in her hand.
"What makes you think we're going to pay you?" Tim asked. "I should think that what we just did to you would make you think the opposite."
"You would think that, wouldn't you?" Myrna asked. "That's why you're nothing more than a stupid mother-fucker, you know that? I've decided that I don't give a shit about the money. But!" she added hastily. "It's the principle of the matter that counts. I'm not leaving here without my seventy-five bucks!"
Even as she spoke, she was pinching Griff's dick, and she knew that she had him right where she wanted him. Any protest on his part and she was ready to elbow him right in the balls. Tim was another thing, though. He wasn't moving close enough for her to grab hold of. In fact, he seemed a bit wary of her.
"What the hell makes you think I'd give you seventy-five bucks for anything?" Tim asked.
"A few things make me think that," she said. "First of all, are you two a couple of those illegal aliens? Where's the business license you're supposed to have on the wall?"
"None of that is any of your fucking business," Tim said, and he reached for the leather strap and raised it.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Myrna said. "Now I came here to get what's rightfully mine. Had you fixed my friend's stereo, I wouldn't want the money back, but since you seemed to have done nothing, I do insist on it. That and the fact that you fucked me. I should charge you an extra seventy-five just for that, but I won't."
"You whore," the man cursed.
"I'm no whore, you bastard alien," the girl said. "But you used me like a whore and there's no reason why I shouldn't walk out of here with my money."
Myrna was so sure of herself that she could feel a swelling pride running through her entire body. She knew that there was no way these men would be able to welch on her now, and she held out her left hand-leaving the right one still holding the limp cock so she would have Griff in control-for the money.
"Fuck you," Tim said. "You're not getting anything."
Myrna smiled at him because he seemed so sure of himself, too. But then, she glanced out of the small window that looked out on the showroom of the store. Her gaze went past the front window and she was soon looking out in the street and the policeman who was standing only a few feet away.
As she looked, Tim began to follow her gaze.
"I wonder what would happen...." she started to say, but stopped purposefully.
"What would happen if what?" Tim asked.
"I wonder what would happen if I ran outside and told that cop the two of you just raped me? Shit, I could imagine the commotion that would follow, because, if the two of you want to know the truth, I'm only seventeen. You could both be arrested for raping a minor. That should get you a nice long prison sentence."
Even as she spoke, she rubbed her legs together just to make sure that her pussy tunnel was sticky with Tim's cock juice. She really didn't want to have to take this thing to the police, she knew, but if she had to, she was going to. She tried to keep a straight and threatening look on her face as she stared out at Tim. She was sure that he was breaking and would give in. "What if we denied it?" Tim asked.
"I still have your come in my cunt to prove it," Myrna said. "And you still haven't answered my other questions. I'd be surprised if you two characters are in this country legally, and where's your business license?"
She squeezed Griff's cock really hard when she said that, and was surprised that it was beginning to stiffen again. That gave her another idea. She started to massage his long, thin dick as hard as she could because she wanted him to get excited again.
She looked at Griff for a second, and sensed defeat in his eyes. Then she looked at Tim who was breaking slowly.
"What should we do, Griff?" Tim asked.
"Get her the money," Griff said, closing his eyes and thrusting his hips up and down so his cock was sliding through Myrna's tight fist. "I don't see any other way that we can get out of it."
"That's what I like from a slave," Myrna said. "I like obedience."
She watched as Tim walked out in front of the store, listened for the sound of the cash register opening, then saw him walk back in with a wad of bills. She made him hand them to her one at a time so she could count it and still keep working on Tim's fully hard cock.
When the seventy-five was counted out, she stuffed it into her pocket.
Then she pulled her hand from Griff's about-to-come cock and pushed her way past Tim. Myrna ran out of the store as fast as she could without turning back. As she got out onto the street, she saw another prospective customer getting ready to walk into the store.
"I wouldn't buy from them," she said. "They're a bunch of crooks."
Then the girl ran back around the corner to her apartment, but not before taking time to see the new customer turn and leave the store without entering. Serves those cocksuckers right, she thought to herself.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"It beats the shit out of me," Carly said when she saw the money Myrna had gotten out of the guys at the stereo store.
"Nothing to it," Myrna replied.
She decided not to tell her friend what had gone down at the store. Why should the girl know that she'd sold herself. Myrna thought about it. What the fuck, she figured, if I'm going to be tied up and whipped I might as well get paid for it.
"Let's see," Carly said, counting the money one more time. Two-hundred-fifty dollars minus seventy-five dollars leaves a hundred and seventy-five. It's still a lot of bread."
"Is there anyone else who owes you some bucks?" Myrna asked.
"No one that I can think of. What about you? You're always lending people money. Isn't there anyone who hasn't paid you back?"
"No. I wish there was, but I needed some money about three weeks back and I called everyone then and made them pay up their debts. I wrung out every penny, so I know there's no one I can go to for money."
"Can I ask you something personal? Well, not really personal, but something that I want you to answer truthfully."
"Sure," Myrna said.
"Why didn't you just give Hank the money as you made it back from the grass? In other words, what did you do with that money anyway? What did you spend it on?"
"Do you like my new guitar?" Myrna asked, and when she saw a disdainful look on Carly's face, she started to explain further. "Shit, Carly, if I ever want to go anywhere with music you know that I have to have a good guitar. I really wanted it and I had the cash for it, so I brought it for myself."
"Didn't you think that Hank would get mad?"
"He's never gotten mad before," the girl said. "I've owned him this much money for longer periods of time without any hassles. Besides, I thought for sure, that I'd have some more money by this time."
There was a long silent pause. The young brown-haired girl was beginning to like her neighbor Carly more and more since the night before, especially since Carly had been so willing to listen to her problems. She also liked her since it was Carly who had told her how to go about getting the seventy-five dollars back.
"I think I have an idea," Carly said to Myrna, suddenly.
"What's that?"
"Do you know anywhere to buy some good cocaine? I mean, some really good shit."
"Yes," Myrna said to the girl. "But that's so fucking expensive. I don't know. It takes money. I have to get some, not spend it."
"Get some coke and deal it," her neighbor said, reaching for a joint that lay on the table and lighting it. "But not legitimate dealing. I mean, dealing garbage."
Myrna was beginning to understand. She had heard of people doing things like that although she had never done it. What dealing shit involved was giving someone a taste of the real thing to try, and the then, when they wanted to buy it, selling them something like baking soda or some other garbage that looked like coke.
"Once, when I was strung-out for money," Carly said, "I took some herb tea and sold it to someone as an ounce of grass. I don't see why you can't do the same kind of thing with cocaine ... and make big money."
"I guess so," Myrna said. "I mean, I could probably invest twenty dollars in the real thing and make at least a hundred back."
"Easy," Carly said, clapping her hands together and then handing Myrna the joint. "I even know some people who would buy it."
"Carly, you wouldn't screw your own friends, would you?"
"Who said anything about these people being my friends? They're just acquaintances of mine and if they call me to complain, I'll just tell them that I hardly even know you and that I don't have your number."
"It sounds good," Myrna said. "I'm going to make my connection. You start calling some people who are into buying it. Hey, Carly, I just want to thank you for all that you're doing, okay? I mean, you're doing all this shit for me when you don't have to. You could be enjoying this weekend at the beach or something like that, but instead, you're sitting here helping me with my problem."
"What are friends for?" Carly asked, holding up the joint in a mocking toast.
By five o'clock that afternoon, Myrna was back in her apartment with the smallest amount of real cocaine. On her way back from making the deal, she had also stopped off at the drug store to buy some baking soda. When Carly rang her bell Myrna was just starting to break up the baking powder in small pieces of tin foil. Carly started to laugh the minute she saw it.
"This is going to be so much fun," the black-haired girl said.
"Fun for you, perhaps," Myrna said, "but if you want to know the truth, I really hate doing things like this. I can't help but feel like a shit."
"Look, you need the money desperately and if these people that I called have the money to spend on drugs, then let them get fucked over once. It might even teach them a good lesson for the next time."
"You know how to justify everything that you do, don't you?" Myrna asked.
"Yes. But I don't have time to talk right now. I have some people coming over. From now till about nine tonight we're going to have a parade of cocaine buyers. When you're ready, come next door to my apartment, okay. Bring the stuff and make sure you know the good from the bad."
Myrna smiled at her friend, but did as she was told.
For the next few hours, Myrna couldn't help but sit in Carly's living room and feel a growing guilt building inside of her. The five buyers who came all tasted the good drug, liked it, then bought small packets of the baking soda without even bothering to inspect it and see if it was any good.
By the time the last person left, Myrna had another hundred dollars in her pocket. She had spent twenty-five for the good coke.
"That makes one-fifty," she said to Carly. "I can't fucking believe it. In one day I made a hundred and fifty bucks. All I need is a hundred more for Hank."
"I wish I could stay here to relish it," Carly said, "but I have to go out. I have a date tonight with this guy from school."
"You don't have to make any excuses," Myrna said. "I don't feel much like going out tonight anyway. I hope you have a good time, however."
"Oh, I will," Carly laughed.
Myrna left her neighbor in the hall and went to her own apartment. She poured herself some whiskey to calm her nerves. For even though all the duped customers had left with the phony cocaine, she still felt guilty about it. Things like that had happened to her twice, where she had bought a drug and it turned out to be shit, and since she always hated when it was done to her, she hated dealing garbage twice as much.
She picked up the phone and called Hank's number, but his tape-recorder answering machine picked up.
"Prick!" she said, leaving a message. "I just called to tell you that I have most of the money. I'll have the rest by tomorrow night. So long, cock-sucker."
She flicked on the television and decided to watch the Saturday night movie. It had been a long time since Myrna had been in the pad on a Saturday night. She was used to spending Saturday nights with Hank. She felt kind of lonely and depressed, and when her front doorbell rang she jumped up and ran to answer it. She was sure that it was Carly, either coming back because she had changed her mind about the date, or wanting to tell her something before she left.
It was for that reason alone that Myrna didn't even ask who it was. Instead, she just flung the door open. The minute she saw who was standing there, her heart lept to her mouth. She tried to slam the door shut, but the man already had his foot in the door and was pushing his way into the apartment.
"You fucked me over," he said to her, slamming the door behind him.
"What?" she said. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Myrna certainly did, but she was going to feign innocence the whole time. The man's name was Cassidy and he was a burly redheaded man with a thick moustache and beard. She had remarked to Carly, after Cassidy had made his purchase of phony coke, that he looked just like Paul Bunyan.
He had broad shoulders and wore a work shirt and jeans. As soon as he slammed the door shut he raised his hand and acted as if he was going to hit her across the face.
"You sold me shit cocaine," the man said. "The stuff that I tried next door was dynamite, but then when I tried some of this in my van outside, I knew I was duped."
"How did you know I lived here?"
"I knew your name was Myrna, and I looked on the bell and saw that it said M. Montgomery. Since no one else in the apartment had a first name with an M., I knew it had to be you. It figures, too, since it's right next door to Carly."
Even as he was talking, Cassidy kept his hand raised and in a threatening position, just to let her know that he meant business if she was planning on trying anything to get away. Myrna was leaning against her dining room table.
"I don't know what you're talking about still," she insisted. "I only sell the highest quality merchandise."
"Yeah," Cassidy said, "if you consider baking soda high quality, that is. Now look, baby, it's only twenty bucks and I've been ripped off before. But now that you're here all alone, and I'm here all alone, maybe we can work something out."
Even as he spoke the girl looked down at his crotch and saw the huge bulge that he had between his legs. She thought back for a few moments.
Cassidy had really turned her on when he had come to make a purchase and she and Carly had had time to talk a little about him before the next customer had arrived.
"He drives a truck for a living," Carly had told Myrna. "I also think that he's one of the sexiest men I've ever seen in my life, even though you could say that he's a bit overweight."
"I don't think that," Myrna said. "He might be a little stocky, but he still seems like he has a great build."
"And a thick cock," Carly said, and after Myrna pressed her for more details, the girl had told her about her one time with Cassidy. "He came over here one day because he had nothing better to do. However, he had brought these downs with him and before I knew it, we were both so mellow. I was mellow enough to fall into bed with him and let me tell you he was one of the hardest fucks I've ever had."
Myrna had listened eagerly, imagining what his cock might look like but knowing full well that she would never be able to see it in the flesh. After all, you usually didn't make it a habit of socializing with someone that you fucked over in a drug deal.
As she looked at his hard-cocked groin, she started thinking a little differently. Maybe he would be willing to fuck her and call it even between them. He certainly looked like he was in a lecherous mood, and as Myrna saw his cock bulge beginning to grow down his left leg, she couldn't help but get into a horny mood herself.
"What did you have in mind that we should work out?" Myrna asked him.
"Come on, baby, you're old enough to know better than to ask."
With that, Cassidy lunged forward and landed right on top of Myrna, shoving her back against the table with the full force of his weight.
He planted his mouth firmly on hers and she felt him shoving his tongue between her lips. She almost started to laugh because his full red beard was tickling her, but she managed to hold it back. As he kissed her he started to rub his groin against hers and she could actually feel his hard meat throbbing.
"Do you want me to suck you off?" she asked him, when the kiss ended and he continued to thrust his groin against her.
"And more," he said.
She didn't know what he meant by that, but she was glad that he pulled himself off of her. As he did, he pulled her up to her feet and then started to kiss her again. She could feel his fingers working at his shirt and when his work shirt was open all the way, he started to push her head down.
Myrna couldn't believe how hairy his chest was. She had seen hairy chests before in her life, but the red hairs were so thick that she could barely make out his two red-orange nipples. She started to lick his neck and before moving her tongue to his nipples, pulled some of the hair out of the way.
His left nipple was stiff and she moved her tongue over it and began to suck on it. Cassidy closed his eyes and started to moan. When he did that, Myrna moved her hand to the bulge that was so prominent in his pants and rubbed it hard. When she did, she could feel it throbbing lightly.
"That's good, baby," Cassidy was moaning, moving his groin in a circular motion so that the pleasure of his prick increased.
Myrna moved her mouth to his other nipple and stimulated that one.
As she did, though, she could feel him applying weight to her shoulders and trying to push her down to her knees. She went willingly, till her face was right up against his crotch. When that happened, she reached for his belt and unbuckled it, reached for his pants and unsnapped them, then unzippered his fly and started to push them down around his legs.
She didn't notice that Cassidy had reached into his back pocket before she pulled his pants down. He had taken out a thick piece of rope that he always carried and he held it behind his back, in one hand.
When Cassidy's large cock flopped out into freedom, it slapped off his stomach and then came to a halt, sticking straight out at her. Myrna had to move her face out of the way to avoid being slapped in the cheek by the cock.
His pubic hair was thick and red and Myrna ran her fingers through it just to make sure that it was real. She had never been with a redheaded man before and loved the pubic patch, as well as the fine red hairs that covered his swinging scrotal sack. She reached for his swinging balls and cupped them in her hand.
Cassidy spread his legs a little bit wider so she could handle him better. His hand was still playing with the rope that he was concealing behind his back and he wanted to tie her up as fast as he could. However, he decided to wait for the most opportune time, and it didn't seem to be there yet.
"Come on, baby, suck all my cock," he said, moving his free hand to his dick and rubbing the tip against his smooth cheek. "Suck my cock good, baby."
Myrna started to lick his stiff dick all over, just to discover where he was the most sensitive and vulnerable. When she ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft and felt him shiver, she knew she had discovered his weak point.
She licked her way back up the shaft and then opened her mouth to take the entire length of his cock in. As she did, she made sure to keep her tongue along the underside of his pulsating dick, even at the expense of excess gagging.
When Cassidy slid his cock all the way in the back of her throat, he started to moan hard. Very few chicks had been able to take the entire length of him into their mouths and he was glad that this one could. He was deciding on whether or not he should use the rope at all then.
For the rope usually served its purpose when a girl was reluctant to take him in. He decided, however, that he was going to tie her anyway. After all, it gave him such a feeling of strength when the broad he fucked was bound
"Pinch my nipples," he commanded to her. "I want you to pinch them both with your fingers, baby. I love it when my nipples are pinched."
Slowly, Myrna started to raise her hands, moving them over his hairy belly and playing with his navel, then moving them higher still. It was hard for her to find his nipples through all the chest fur, but she didn't even have time for a thorough scan.
The second her hands were high enough he grabbed them both and started to wrap the thick rope around them. Myrna's mouth was stuffed with cock and she couldn't do anything to protest. She thought of trying to hit his chest with her hands, but his two hands were twice as large as hers, with twice as much power behind them. Once he held them, there was no way she could even pull them from his grasp.
Cassidy slipped the rope over and under her wrists at least four times to make sure that they would be bound together tightly. Then he tied a thick knot and let go of the rope, leaving her bound hands leaning on his chest.
"That's just to make sure that you don't try to run away," he said to her. "If you do, you won't get too far before I catch you."
Myrna began to stroke his chest with her two bound hands, seeing as how there was nothing else she could do. She couldn't even pull her head away from his throbbing cock now because after tying her he moved his hands to her head and held her firmly. Then he started to pump his cock in and out of her mouth at a furious pace. At times, Myrna could feel her whole face buried in his crotch and the smell was overpowering.
Each time Cassidy thrust his cock into her mouth, he felt his two hairy balls whacking her in the chin. He laughed about it, though because the pleasure he was feeling was terrific. When he felt his cock starting to pulsate hard in her mouth, he clenched his ass muscles to try and hold back from coming.
It was as if every part of him was in his cock. He felt like he wanted to shoot his brains out through his cock, right into her mouth.
His whole body was broken out in a heavy sweat and he felt trickling drops running over his buttocks.
Then, there reached a point where he just couldn't hold back any longer. His cock was pulsing too hard and the tension was too great. He unleashed a thick jet stream of come which shot into her mouth. Then, his ejaculating cock started to shoot out smaller loads. Myrna worked her tongue back to the tip and began to savor the sweet flavor of Cassidy's come on her tongue before swallowing it. She couldn't believe what a load the man was unleashing in her mouth and there reached a point where she just had to let some of the creamy come drip down her cheek because her mouth couldn't handle all that he was pumping.
Cassidy let out a long, bellowing moan as he felt himself draining into Myrna's mouth, and he pulled himself out after he had shot off everything and his cock was still semierect. He pulled her to her feet and then kissed her on the lips.
She felt, for some reason, that she was being treated like a piece of meat. For as he kissed her he also lifted her up into his arms, much the same way a groom would carry his bride over the threshold.
Then he asked: "Where's the fuckin' bedroom?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Myrna told Cassidy where the bedroom was. She watched him kick his way out of his pants and just leave them lying on the dining room floor. He carried her down the small hallway and kicked the door of her bedroom open.
Then he threw her on the bed and she landed with a thud.
"Hey," Myrna said to him. "I don't mind your fucking me, but you don't have to be so fucking brutal about it."
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want," Cassidy said, reaching over to start stripping her. It was easy for him to open the halter top and pull it off, even with her arms tied. Then he pulled down her shorts and looked at the naked bound girl. "You got yourself a nice cunt, baby. T-rimmed and all."
He was on his knees by the bed in a flash and he started to bite her legs, working his way up to her cunt. Myrna couldn't believe it when he actually bit her hand, especially since he was working his way up to her cunt and she knew he would be just as brutal.
"Hey, not so hard," she said again.
She wasn't prepared for his open palm which slapped her across the face and forced her to fall flush against the mattress. She could feel a stinging on her cheek.
There was nothing that Myrna could do now, except take what he had to give her. He did ease up on his biting as he moved to her inner thigh, and then, as he was nibbling away on her skin there, she felt his bushy moustache and his nose rubbing against her cunt lips. He was inhaling and exhaling deeply so that she could feel warm air moving in and out of her cunt.
He started to rub his nose against her pussy and she could feel the bridge of it rubbing over her clit.
Myrna had never been nose-fucked before and the whole thing was so crazy. She couldn't believe that she was getting off on it, though. A lot of it had to do with Cassidy's red bushy moustache and beard which rubbed against her thighs gently.
But the nose stimulating her erect clit was the thing that made her cunt start to spasm hard and secrete her pussy juices. She arched her ass up off the bed, digging her bound wrists deeper into the small of her back, then felt a warm steady flow of her orgasmic love juices.
As soon as Cassidy felt his nose getting wet with her juices, he decided that the best way to go about it all now would be to tongue-fuck her. He had been thinking of shoving his cock inside of her cunt the minute she started coming, only he hadn't planned on her coming this fast. His cock was only semi-erect now and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he was hard enough to fuck her good.
But in the meantime, he thought that eating her out was a fair enough compromise. He raised his head just a little so that his nose was now in her trimmed bush and then started to ram his tongue into her cunt. The first taste of her juices created an insatiable urge for more, and he started licking harder.
As he did, he made sure to keep his tongue working over her clit so that her cunt would keep replenishing the cream supply. He slipped his hands under her buttocks and started to squeeze them hard, rubbing the passionate sweat of her ass back into her skin.
Myrna started to moan loud as she felt herself on the verge of a second coming. There was only one thing bothering her the whole time.
Why the hell did he have to tie her up?
In fact, she was wondering why the hell everyone had tied her up during the past two days. First it had been Hank, then the two men from the stereo store and now Cassidy. Carly had explained that some men need to feel that certain kind of strength one can only feel when he is in total control of the woman he's fucking.
She didn't really understand why Cassidy had tied her up the way he had. After all, she had already been sucking his cock which indicated that she was obviously willing and ready to satisfy him.
As her cunt spasms began to subside, he lifted his head from her pussy and brushed his chin over her trimmed brown patch.
"I like it," he said, smiling. "I like the way you trimmed it."
"You can thank Carly for that," Myrna said.
"I'll make sure to do that. But now, well, my cock's just about aching to be satisfied and I think I know just the way I want it."
She felt him roll her over on her stomach, and although it eased up the tension she could feel from her arms pressing into her back, it didn't feel too good on her tits which were now being pressed against her mattress.
When he climbed on top of her, pressing his body flush against hers, it hurt even more.
Cassidy hadn't licked her completely dry, and as he positioned himself on top of her he spread her legs and moved his thick cock into her cunt. Myrna moaned as she felt herself being filled with his huge man-meat. Although there was pressure on her tits, too, she didn't mind all that much because she felt his hairy chest brushing against her back and that was nice.
Cassidy started moving his cock in and out of her cunt slowly, and even though there wasn't any direct clitoral stimulation, she was still feeling okay. It was only when she felt him starting to pull his cock out of her cunt and near her asshole that she started to scream at him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled.
"Come on, baby, I think that the twenty bucks I blew on your cheap cocaine is certainly worth a nice, tight ass-fuck."
"No," Myrna said. "I've never been fucked in the ass before and I don't want the first time to be with you. Your cock's too thick."
Cassidy started to laugh at that point, and Myrna could sense such hostility in the way he was laughing.
"You don't think a flimsy excuse like that's going to stop me from ramming my eager dick into your puckered red asshole now, do you? Look, bitch, there's nothing that you can do to stop me. What do you say to that?"
Myrna didn't know what to say. She thought of screaming for help but realized all he had to do would be push her head against the mattress and muffle her screams. She decided since he was already set on doing it, that she would try to talk him into being as nice as he. possibly could.
"If you're going to do it," she said to him, "at least try and lubricate me a little bit more. You can't do it with your cock like that."
He pulled off of her and rolled over on his side. She turned her head and saw his cock, glistening with her cunt juices. He started to run his hand up and down the tall thick shaft, moaning a little bit at the same time.
"Maybe you're right," he said to her. "Besides, I've just about rubbed off all the lubrication with my hand just now. What do you have?"
"There's Vaseline in the bathroom, in the medicine chest."
"Fine," Cassidy said, and he sat up and hopped off the bed in one motion.
Myrna looked after him, watching the flexing of his hairy buttocks as he walked into the bathroom. As soon as he was gone she rolled herself over on her back, sat up and then hopped to her feet.
She didn't know what she was going to do with her hands tied together, but, with a little coordination, she managed to slip her legs through her hands so that they were now tied in front of her body.
Myrna started to think fast. There was a knife in one of the drawers by the bed. She had put it in there just in case she should wake up in the middle of the night and find some stranger in her room, an eerie thought that she had fantasized about often since it once happened to a friend.
She reached over with both hands, still bound at the wrists, then started to open the drawer. The knife was there and she tried to maneuver it between her bound wrists so that the blade could start slicing at the rope. However, the cord that Cassidy had used to tie her was so thick that she thought it was going to take hours.
Myrna perked up when she heard the sound of the medicine cabinet sliding closed. The rope had been cut through, half-way. She started running the cord up and down the blade of the knife, racing against the few seconds she knew she had left before he came back into the room.
But he was there too fast, and as soon as he saw her sitting up, with both hands in the night table drawer, he raced over there. He pulled her hands out and at first, the knife came with it. The knife fell to the floor right in front of him.
"You slimy bitch," he said to her. "So, you were trying to get away while I was in there getting lubrication for your asshole. You stupid cunt. I have a mind to give you a dry ass-fuck and then see how much it hurts you."
He was glaring at her, and she could tell from the red in his eyes that he really meant it. All she could do then was beg.
"Please," Myrna said, falling to her knees and rubbing her soft cheeks against his stiff, raging member, "please don't do that. I'm sorry that I tried to get away from you, but it's only natural that I should do something like that. I don't like being tied up the way you have me."
"That's just tough shit," Cassidy said, and she was shocked when he pulled his hand back and slapped her across the face. "You're going to have to learn to be tied up, honey, so get used to it."
"What? What do you mean by that?"
"I've said enough already," the red-headed man said.
He reached down and pulled Myrna up to her feet. Then, he pushed her face-forward on the bed and yanked her naked legs apart.
"Now, I've decided to lubricate you anyway," Cassidy said, and she could hear him pulling the cover of the Vaseline jar off. "I'm doing it for me as well because a dry fuck could be a little chafing on my cock, too, you know."
She felt his Vaseline-coated finger moving inside of her asshole, and he wasn't being at all gentle. In fact, had his finger been dry, it would have been ten times as painful. As it was, the only thing Myrna liked about having her asshole explored was the soothing coating of Vaseline.
He started to move his finger around in her asshole to make sure that she was coated good. He pulled his finger out of her ass a few times, then pushed it back in. Each time he did it, she could feel a new wad of Vaseline being rammed inside and then coated along her insides.
The third time he pulled his finger out, he started talking. "Now baby," he said, "not only have I been nice enough to coat your asshole, but I'm going to even do you a favor and coat my cock. How's that for service?"
She turned and saw him take still another wad of Vaseline and start to smear it all over the length of his cock. She could see it glistening along the nine-inch length of his shaft, and there were a few thick wads in places where he just put it on and didn't bother to rub it in.
She could feel a throbbing heat moving closer as he started to position himself between her legs. He didn't shove himself into her ass as aggressively as he had shoved his way into her cunt. At first, she could feel him prying her ass cheeks apart with his two Vaseline coated hands and rubbing the stiff head of his cock over her puckered, but now abundantly lubricated asshole.
As he pushed himself in a little, she felt her asshole stretching to accommodate him. When he pushed himself in a little deeper she groaned in pain.
"Hold on baby, there isn't far to go," Cassidy moaned.
She tried to concentrate on something pleasurable, then realized that unless she loosened up soon, she was going to be killed. She thought of the last decent fuck that she had had from Hank, when the two of them were still getting along well. She thought of the way he had kissed her and hugged her tightly as he fucked her.
Meanwhile, she was trying to pull her hands free, thinking that the rope might give way since she had cut through some of it with the knife. Her hands were pressed against her cunt, under her body, and she could hardly move them because of the weight of his body on hers.
Cassidy was in her as deep as he could go, she knew, because she felt his bushy cock hair brushing against her buttocks. Myrna managed to lift her cunt off the bed just a little, and when he thrust his cock into her ass deep, pushing her back down, she was already in a better position.
The position now left her with two fingers embedded in her cunt, and as Cassidy started to fuck her asshole at a steady rate, Myrna started to finger herself. She made sure to work only on her clit, and she closed her eyes and saw visions of Hank's blonde-haired cock and her eager mouth moving to suck it.
As she thought about that, she could feel the pleasures beginning to rise in her body. She started to breathe a lot heavier and her pussy began to spasm. As it did, Cassidy started to moan harder.
"Shit, your ass is moving in all directions," he moaned.
Myrna was so deeply involved in her own fantasies and rising orgasm, that she had almost forgotten about the cock in her ass. She thought about it for a second, felt a rush of pain, then decided that the less she thought about it the better. She continued dreaming of Hank and thinking that once this debt was paid off he might be nice to her again.
Cassidy, meanwhile, was feeling pleasure bolts running all through his body. He had never fucked a virgin asshole before, but she was as tight as he imagined she would be. He slowed down his thrusting a few times to keep from coming too fast, and it was only after his throbbing cock pulsations has subsided that he started to fuck her harder.
Myrna thought of the hairy presence on her back, but didn't give any thought to the cock that was reaming away inside of her ass. She knew that if she did, she would probably feel the worst pain of her life.
Instead, she thought only of her cunt and the pleasures she could derive from her eager clit. She started to come hard, and when she did she was bucking her ass up off the bed, smashing her buttocks against Cassidy's groin.
"Whoa, baby, whoa!" the burly man was saying, and he felt himself at his peak. He clenched his ass muscles to keep from coming, but her ass was too tight and the ride too enjoyable.
Besides, he had already reached that point of no return. As far as he was concerned, there was no way he was going to be able to keep from coming. He might be able to prolong the orgasm, but that would be all.
Then, just as he thought he could hold back a few seconds longer, he started coming, shooting a large wad up her ass.
Myrna moaned as she felt the warm come lining her asshole and she started to come again herself. Cassidy's cock continued to pump forth load after load, and he stayed in her even as his cock started to go limp.
It was only then that Myrna knew she could come out of her fantasy because his cock wasn't really thick enough to stretch her to the point of pain anymore. As he started to shrink, she pulled her fingers from her cunt and thought about the ass-fuck she had just experienced.
When it came right down to it, the fuck hadn't been too bad. She had certainly been lubricated enough, past the point of a painful entry, and the only thing that had bothered her was Cassidy's cock width.
She thought that a thinner cock, like Griff's, the man in the stereo store that morning, would have fit into her asshole better. She was not, however, making any plans to go back and see him just for that.
When Cassidy's cock had gone completely soft, he pulled himself all the way out of her asshole and then rolled over on his back. Myrna raised her head and looked at how his limp member had retreated into his thick red pubic patch. When he opened his eyes and saw her looking at him, he smiled, reached over, and patted her ass.
"There, now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked.
"I guess not," Myrna replied.
"Don't think I couldn't have made it hurt much more. I got pretty pissed off about the garbage you dealt me. Then there was the matter of the money. Still, a good ass fuck is worth more than I paid, so let's call it even."
A smile spread across the girl's face. Well, she had a hundred and fifty bucks, and all she needed now was a hundred more. She was beginning to think that selling her body was the best way to go. Men loved to torture her, and she didn't mind being on the receiving end. They loved a sex slave, and she liked being one. Why not sell her services?
CHAPTER NINE
It didn't take Myrna Montgomery long to put her plan into action. When Cassidy had left, she talked about it with Carly, and the girl said she knew just the guy. He was an eighteen year old kid who still hadn't enjoyed his first piece of ass. All he could talk about, Carly said, was getting into a bondage scene with a chick.
She hadn't wanted to get into it with him because he was inexperienced, and she dug older guys. Still, Ira would be perfect. His folks had dough, so he'd be able to fork over at least fifty bucks for the experience.
Sunday afternoon, Carly called the young man, and he quickly agreed to go see Myrna. About an hour later, he showed up and when the girl let him in he gave her the fifty bucks. Then they sat on the couch in Myrna's pad, and the youth broached the subject of tying a girl up.
"All right," Myrna said, standing up. She had blown some grass and was stoned enough to do anything, including getting herself involved in a bondage scene for money. "You just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."
Ira still hadn't gotten up yet. He reached out for her blue wrap-around skirt and pulled it off. The skirt gave way easily.
Myrna had not prepared for anything like this. She had thought she would do a slow strip for him, working with the skirt, and she hadn't worn panties for that reason. Her naked pussy was exposed for him to gaze upon, but he hardly even glanced at it. He just reached up and pulled her halter top down.
Her large tits bounced up and down, then came to a halt. Ira gaggled a little, reached out and gave her tit a push. He watched it bounce up arid down again. Myrna just stood there with her arms at her side, and she couldn't help but think that she was just a tit machine for him. He continued to hit her tit gently so he could watch it bounce up and down. Then she started to get excited about it.
The whole thing was like a game, but she could feel her nipple getting stiff as he continued bouncing her tit. As soon as her brown dart had stiffened and was sticking out in its fully erect state, Ira stood up and moved his lips to it. He placed his lips around her nipple and began to suck on it gently.
He moved his hand down to her pussy and stroked the shaved patch, but he made no attempt to stroke her cunt lip. Myrna thought that he might have been a little too scared to move down there on his own.
"You can touch it," she said to him. "It's only a cunt."
Suddenly he took his mouth from her nipple and glared at her.
"I know I can touch it," he said, and he slapped her across the face, "and I know that I can touch any part of you that I want to. Stop giving me orders you pushy, brazen bitch. Stop giving me orders."
As he said that he reached over and grabbed one of the leather straps from the couch. He started to wrap it around her right arm, started at the elbow and working his way down to her hand. There was still about two feet of extra leather at the end and the boy pushed Myrna down to her knees and then stretched her arm so he could tie the leather to one couch leg.
He did everything so fast and with such dexterity, that Myrna knew he must have practiced this binding a thousand times on a doll, or something. After the first leather strap was tied, he reached for another and started working on the left arm. As he stretched that one to center her between the couch, he pushed her over the small wooden coffee table that she kept right in front of it. Myrna felt her tits pressing against the dark oak wood, and overall, she thought that position was comfortable.
The thought that it could have been a much worse position was really what made her look on the lighter side of things.
Once Ira had strapped the second leather band around the left leg of the couch, she was tied for good. Ira had done, by far, the most expert job in tying her up, far superior to what anyone else had ever done to her.
She pulled on her arms to see if there was any possibility of getting free, and gave up after she felt the first restraining tug of the leather.
Even as she was trying to get free, she could hear the rustling of clothing behind her. She knew that Ira was getting undressed, only she couldn't understand why he didn't want to get undressed in front of her. The clothes were dropping to the floor, and she couldn't believe how fast he was tearing them off.
Then she felt him moving behind her. The first part of his body that she felt touching her ass was his cock. He rubbed the head of it between her buttocks and she thought for sure that she was going to ram it into her. However, he just positioned his long, warm cock between her buttocks and then pressed his whole groin against her ass and rubbed himself there. He leaned forward and rubbed his chest against her back and she felt how hairy he was.
Then he started to moan and talk.
"You feel so nice," he said. "Your skin is so soft, do you know that? You got the nicest, fleshiest ass I've ever felt."
She could feel his lips moving down to her shoulders and he started to lick her. His tongue moved around her neck, and then he started to slide down her back, pulling himself away from her so that his tongue ended up between her white ass cheeks.
He started to ream her asshole with his tongue, and each time he shoved it into her she could feel him shoving in a large wad of saliva at the same time.
She was sure he was going to fuck her asshole, and even though it wasn't as tight as usual, she still didn't know if she wanted him to fuck her there.
He stopped reaming her asshole, however, and slid his way down between her legs. He positioned his mouth right next to her cunt and then he started to lick her pussy. He darted his tongue in and out of her and Myrna was sure that he had no idea of what he was doing. She couldn't think of a subtle way to tell him, however, realizing that anything she said to him, no matter how creative, could be taken the wrong way.
In the long run, she decided it was better to tell him at the beginning so he could turn her on at leeast.
"You're not hitting my clit," she told him. "That little thing when you pull my cunt lips apart. See it? That's my clit. It's like your cock in that it's the heart of all my passions."
"I know that, bitch," he said, and suddenly she felt him bite hard on her stiffened clit. She let out a low scream, then felt his sharp teeth loosen up. He started to lick her gently then and the pain subsided.
Once his tongue began to concentrate on her clit, she closed her eyes and thought of nothing but pleasure. It wasn't hard, for physically, he was doing some nice things to her. Her tits, which were rubbing against the hard wooden table, also felt pretty good because she liked the texture of the wood against her nipples.
Ira ate her for only a few minutes, and just as her cunt was starting to spasm and she felt herself on the verge of coming, he stopped.
Myrna was so frustrated. As soon as he pulled his tongue from her cunt and actual clitoral stimulation ceased, her passions began to subside.
"What did you stop for?" she asked, an angry tone in her voice. "I was just getting started when you stopped."
Ira had slid out from underneath her and was standing behind her. He suddenly smashed his hand on her ass and gave her such a hard slap that the crack sounded around the room. He didn't stop with the one slap, however, and continued to give her a series of ten firm ass slaps. Her buttocks were tingling by the time the third one hit and burning by the time the tenth one was over.
"Listen, you bitch," he said to her, "you don't tell me what to do again, you understand? Next time I'll make you bleed."
Where was the nice virgin who had first acted so shy when he arrived nervously at her pad? Fear started to rise inside her. She was beginning to understand the power behind the dominant partner in these bondage scenes.
She had gotten herself into this thing for money, and fun. But now, it didn't seem like it was going to be so much fun. Some of the things he was doing to her hurt her and the idea that he could really hurt her badly before the night was through, even kill her if he wanted to, was a prevailing threat. She tried to pull on her arms again but it was impossible to break free.
As Myrna struggled, Ira stepped over the stretched leather strap and moved right in front of her, between the couch and coffee table. He reached down and lifted her head up so she was staring right at him.
It was only then that Myrna had the chance to take in his naked body.
His cock, which was only inches from her face, looked like it was a good seven inches, erect. It was sticking out of a thick patch of brown pubic hair, and his two balls hung low in their sack. She could see them swinging back and forth, and as she scanned the rest of his body, she noticed that he kept touching his balls to keep them swinging. Obviously, she thought, this kid had something about swinging and bouncing body parts, and she remembered the way he had bounced her tits.
His chest was covered with a fine coat of brown hair, not too thick but not at all sparse, either. The hair seemed to be mainly around his nipples and then running down the middle of his chest, till it burst out into the thick triangular patch.
"Like what you see, baby?" Ira asked.
"You have a nice body," she said to him. The truth of the matter was, he did but she had seen hundreds of bodies just as nice and didn't feel the need for further complimenting. He made her see the need.
"Then tell me," he said, pinching her cheek hard, like a mother always pinches the rosy red cheeks of a young toddler. "I think you owe me that much."
She could feel a swelling pain on her cheek and then started to talk.
"Shit, Ira, if you don't have the best body I've ever seen on a man. Whether you work out or not, there's no denying the fact that the muscles are rippling through your shoulders and chest. Turn around and let me see your ass. I love asses."
She was glad when he did turn around, not only because she really did love asses as she had said, but his turning meant he had to let go of her cheek. She looked at his two rounded cheeks and saw that they were perfectly hairless, just the way she liked a man's ass to be.
"And your ass is the most incredible ass in the world. Move closer so I can just run my tongue over those cheeks and taste it."
He did back up for a second and she started to lick his cheeks, loving the texture of the skin against her tongue. She watched the way his whole body shivered and then he pulled away from her and turned around.
"That feels nice," he said.
"It feels nicer when it's in your asshole. But who wants to rim an asshole when they can suck a cock as beautiful as yours. I haven't even begun to tell you what a nice looking cock you have. And you know what turns me on even more? Those two balls of yours. They look good enough to eat."
"Then do so," he said, and before she even had a chance to open her mouth and make a play for his cock and balls, he was sinking down to his knees so that his cock was inches from her face and shoving his balls into her mouth.
It really caught Myrna off guard and she had trouble breathing for the first few seconds of ball-sucking, mainly because he shoved his groin right against her face as soon as his balls were in her mouth and his cock rubbed against her nose and cut off the air from there. However, after the first few furious seconds he started to moan hard and rub his cock shaft all over her face.
She could feel the way he was throbbing and wanted to tell him that he shouldn't come so fast because who knew when he would be able to get it up again. However, it was completely impossible for her to talk with a mouthful of balls and so she just sucked and sucked and figured she'd let him do whatever the hell he wanted.
But the smell of cock was making her long for its taste.
Ira's thick, sweaty pubic patch was only inches from her nose and she could smell his male, musky odor. Her cunt started to tingle and she moved her legs together, happy that he hadn't stretched them and bound them open, and then started to rub them in order to stimulate her aching pussy.
Ira pulled his balls out of her mouth, almost instinctively, and then he rammed his cock there instead. As soon as he was in her mouth she could feel him starting to throb hard. She started to suck him with everything she had, thinking that this orgasm would most likely be one he'd remember forever, and wanting to make it great because of that. Ira reached for her face and held her cheeks while he started to pump his cock in and out of her mouth.
Her tongue felt a drop of come escaping from his cock head, and then, as she darted her tongue over the tip, she felt him starting to come.
His breathing was heavy, almost like snorting, as he started to pump thick gobs of come into her mouth. Myrna had never felt this much come filling her before, and it was obviously the load of a boy who hadn't popped his nuts in some time. She felt some of his white cream dripping out of the side of her mouth and tried to lick it back in with her tongue, for the flavor was just too incredible to lose.
Ira's cock pumped and pumped, even when there was no more come shooting out, and Myrna kept sucking that cock like a lollipop. When he finally started going limp, he pulled his cock from her mouth. Then he slumped in exhaustion.
Even as he was recuperating, Ira was stroking his cock, and in some ways, it was torture to Myrna to watch him do it. She would have preferred to do something like that rather than being tied up the way she was. But he didn't seem to pay much attention to the longing in her eyes.
"Are you going to fuck me and lose your virginity?" she asked.
"In due time," Ira said. "When I'm ready. Right now, it's satisfaction enough to just see you there on your knees. It's satisfaction enough to know that I can ram my cock right into your mouth and you'll have to take it in."
"Wonderful," she said, sarcastically, and that remark was met with another slap across the face, and a warning.
"You seem to be trying my patience," he said to her. "I don't like some of these sarcastic things you're saying. The more you do it the worse it's going to be for you.
Myrna nodded her head and Ira stood up. He stepped over her body so that he was behind her once more. He fell to his knees and moved his hand around to the front of her body, between her legs. He stroked her pussy flesh for a few seconds, then started to tickle her cunt lips.
"I want you to be real wet and sloshy inside," he said.
He slid his fingers into her cunt and started to play with her clit. Myrna closed her eyes and thought of his cock and how wonderful it had tasted. She wiggled her ass around a little and felt herself beginning to get hot.
He started to slide his fingers in and out of her cunt, making sure to slide over her clit and keep her going. Myrna started to breathe heavier as her passions rose and then she felt her pussy beginning to spasm.
"Spread your legs wide now," he said to her.
She didn't understand why, till she saw the way he was starting to slide underneath her, lying on his back. He slid under her body, then under the coffee table, till his cock was right near her raised cunt. It was hard again!
"Sit on my cock, bitch," he said. "If I'm paying you for this fuck, you're the one who's going to do all the work."
Myrna was more than willing to sit on his cock, and as she moved her ass down she could feel him rubbing his thick cock head over her pussy lips. The more she lowered herself the deeper he entered her and she felt the full length of his cock stretching her elastic-like pussy walls.
Once she sat on him, feeling the hot sweaty hairs of his pubic patch rubbing against her ass cheeks, she knew he was in all the way. She started to move up and down slowly, and along with the movement was a new sensation from her pressed nipples. They were rubbing against the wooden coffee table, even harder now, and she couldn't believe how excited she was feeling.
Her ass was a mass of sweat, and the more she rode him the wetter her buttocks got. The best thing, she thought, was the position he had chosen. His cock could make the best contact with her clit from this position and as a result, she was soon coming very fast and hard. Her tight pussy spasms seemed to take effect on his cock and she felt him pulsating inside of her.
"I don't want to come yet, you bitch," he said to her. "If I come now, I swear I'm going to beat the shit out of you."
As soon as she heard that Myrna squeezed her legs together to try and make her pussy stop spasming. She stopped riding up and down on his cock to detract from the stimulation. She closed her eyes and prayed for her orgasm to end before her cock-squeezing cunt walls brought him off. She did not want to be beaten.
She tried to concentrate on all things that turned her off. She thought of eating shit and drinking piss. She thought of a dry ass fuck or a smelly cunt.
With those thoughts in mind, it was easy for her to bring herself out of the orgasm and her cunt spasms to die down.
As they did, his cock stopped pulsing and just rested inside of her. Myrna heaved a sigh of relief, then opened her eyes and looked at the satisfied expression on his face. For he had his head propped up against the couch and he was looking at her and smiling proudly. He moved his hand to his chest and scratched a nipple.
"Good work, Myrna," he said to her. "Very good work. Now, I want you to do that to me again. It felt good."
"You mean you want me to bring you to the point of climax and then cut down on it before you come."
"Exactly."
Myrna could understand why he wanted it. There was nothing more pleasurable for a man than being on the verge of coming, but once he did, it was usually all over for awhile. Therefore, it was nice to keep a man going for as long as you could, trying to keep him at an orgasmic height without the actual ejaculation.
Hank had told her that once, after she had sucked him off too fast.
Hank! She hadn't given him much thought ever since Ira arrived at her pad. As she did, she decided that he was a bastard. Indirectly, he was the one making her do all this shit, just to get the fucking money.
The bound brown-haired girl started again. She began to ride up and down Ira's cock, and she could already sense the tension in him building up. It didn't take long, about five rides up and down his pole, for him to start pulsating hard again. Since Myrna hadn't even worked herself up at this point it was easy for her to just stop her riding and wait for the pulsations to subside again.
It became easier to do that as the fuck moved along. She kept her eyes open and stared at him throughout the whole ride, and it wasn't till she was working herself up toward the end, some time later, that she closed her eyes. But it was easy for her to tell, from the drops of sweat on his chest and the satisfied smile on his face, that he was enjoying his first fuck. And he was certainly getting his money's worth, she couldn't help but think.
After the third subsiding orgasm on Ira's part, he told her he was ready to come.
"And I want it good and hard, understand, cunt?" he said.
Myrna closed her eyes then and started to concentrate on the feeling of his cock inside of her, which was a pleasurable enough thing to make her start getting hot again. Her dripping wet cunt started to get even wetter as the passion rose inside of her and then she started to spasm steadily.
"That's what I like," Ira moaned, on the verge of orgasm himself, "a cunt that you sure know how to control."
She had to thank him for that, and then she started to ride his cock even faster. Her whole head was spinning and colors were bursting in front of her as she found herself in the midst of one of the most exciting orgasms of her life. As soon as her orgasm was on full and her cunt was squeezing his hot cock tighter than ever, she felt him start to pulsate.
He was grunting and groaning then and she knew that he was trying to keep from coming. She had to give him credit for it, but knew that no man was going to keep from coming when he was in Myrna's cunt.
"Shoot your cream into me," she started to moan, knowing that dirty language could sometimes add so much to a fuck. "I want to feel your cock exploding inside of me. I want to feel a rush of come so powerful that it rips me right open. Come on, Ira, baby. Blast me!"
As soon as she said that, he did, thrusting his ass up off the floor and shooting out a first hot load while his cock was embedded deeply inside of her. His whole body seemed to be contorting underneath hers as he pumped more and more. She felt as if he was shooting his brains out into her, that was how much power was behind his come.
She continued to spasm long after his cock started to go limp inside of her cunt and she kept her legs squeezed together so that he wouldn't flop out of her right away. She desperately wanted to reach out and stroke his matted chest hairs and it was only when she made an attempt that she felt the leather around her arm.
Myrna had been into the fuck so much that she had almost forgotten about the fact that she was tied. Or had she? She started to think more seriously about the whole thing from her point of view.
The fact that she was tied had kept her in the one sitting position throughout the entire fuck, and that position had been just dandy. Maybe, she reasoned, the fact that I was tied had more to do with the fuck than I thought.
As long as it wasn't too violent, the way Cassidy had been at times, then being tied was not bad at all. Ira had done some rotten things to her, like the hard slaps and the fierce nipple pinching, but all in all, the orgasm had been a totally new high as far as sheer physical pleasure went.
She raised her ass up off his groin and his limp, spent dick finally flopped out of her cunt. Ira moaned softly, and then she felt him reaching over for the leather strap and untying the part wrapped around the couch leg.
He did the same with the other one, and once the tautness of the strap had eased up, it was very easy for Myrna to get herself out of it.
She climbed off Ira and he slid his way out from under the coffee table. He sat up and rested against the sofa. Myrna, who had sat down on the couch reached out and started to stroke Ira's hair. He leaned his head back and smiled at her.
"How was I?" he asked, and she thought the question typically male.
"You were fabulous," she said to him. "Really fabulous. If I hadn't known you were a virgin when we started, I never would have known."
They sat and talked for a time, and then Myrna mentioned the business of the money she needed. She didn't say what she needed it for, but she said she needed it bad. That's when the kid upped and offered her an extra fifty. He shrugged it off, saying that his folks were wealthy, and she had shown him a terrific time.
She jumped for joy, then hugged and kissed him. She had it now. The entire two hundred and fifty dollars. She was saved.
Before long, the young guy said he had to leave, and Myrna showed him to the door. Then she hurriedly showered and got ready for the visit she knew she was going to get from Hank. Sure enough, a few hours later he showed up. The money was safe and sound in a bureau drawer.
She let him in ... along with the huge thug of a guy who accompanied him. Then she closed the door behind them.
"This is Killer," Hank Hale announced, jerking a thumb in the direction of the goon. "He likes to see girls bleed. He's crazy. Where's my money?"
Myrna felt a strange twinge in her body. She looked from the husky Hank to his weird friend. The big guy was silent, just looking up and down her vuluptuous body and drooling. She looked back at Hank and started to speak.
Then her mind began to do tricks. She imagined him and the goon hitting her, stripping her body, fucking her and shoving their cocks in her mouth. She imagined them doing all kinds of unspeakable things. A passionate heat began to rise in her body as she stepped over to the bureau.
She got to it, then turned and leaned against it, feeling a strange smile spread across her face. Hank came closer, the other guy right behind him. "Have you got it?" Hank asked.
Myrna took a deep breath, gulped a couple of times and then spoke. "Shit no," she said. "Do whatever you want, you fuckin' goons." And then they were on her.
