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Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age

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by T. F. Yank

Chapter Twenty-Three

Rodger sat there with a stunned look on his face. He looked at Debbie, and then down at his hands. He suddenly jumped up and ran to the opened door.

"Wait, Rodger. You don't understand," Debbie called as she too got up. Rodger stood near the door, his back to her. "Oh, I understand. I understand too well."

Debbie moved around him. She stood with her back to the opened doorway, and look into his face. The look of hatred on his face cause her to step backwards.

"You don't understand, Rodger. You haven't understood a thing I've said. Or what I've been trying to do."

"Just let me out of here," he said as he tried to pass by her.

Debbie blocked him, and reached behind him to close the door. She pushed him back into the center of the room.

"You not going anywhere. Look, maybe I made a mistake. I guess it is pretty confusing. But I'm not trying to come on to you. If I could only make you understand."

"Oh, you've done a good job of that. I understand perfectly what you're really trying to do." Rodger moved away from her.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked.

"You're nothing but a fucking cock teaser. You're not here to help

me. You're here to get even. You just want to get back at me for what I did to Lou."

"No, you've got it all wrong. That's not why I'm here. Really, all I wanted to do was . . ."

"Shut up!" he snapped at her. "I know what you wanted. You wanted to get me hot. So hot that I'd forget your Lou's best friend. And then you could go back to her and tell her what we did."

"No! That's not it at all. I was just trying to show you . . ."

"Or maybe you have the hots for me yourself."

"No. Please Rodger, let me explain."

"Explain what? How you want me? How you can't keep your hands off

my cock?" He undid his zipper and moved toward her.

"Here, you wanna touch it again? Comon, feel the real thing." He pulled his cock from his pants as he approached her.

Debbie backed away from him until she was against the closed door.

"Please Rodger, don't do this. I didn't mean any of that. I was only

. . ."

Rodger grabbed one of her hands and pulled it to his shaft. "Here, doesn't it feel good? Go ahead, jerk me off. Or would you rather suck it, you fucking slut."

Debbie screamed. She tried to grab for his testicles, but this time Rodger was prepared. He grabbed her by the wrist and twisted. As Debbie bent to relieve the pressure on her arm, he slapped her hard across the face.

The blow would have knocked her against the door, except he still grasped her wrist.

Tears welled in her eyes as she started to scream again. Rodger balled his hand into a fist, and punched her hard in the stomach. Debbie froze, her mouth open, but no sound coming from it.

Rodger smiled, and said, "Now that's better. No one would hear you out here, anyways. But I hate all that noise. So we won't do that again, will we?"

Debbie was too frightened to answer. She tried to move sideways, away from him.

Rodger's hand shot out and grabbed her throat, knocking her head against the door. "I asked you a question, bitch. When I ask you something, you answer me, you hear?"

"Yes. No. Please Rodger, you're hurting me."

Rodger removed his hand from her neck and took a step back. Debbie

took a deep breath. The pain in her stomach seemed to burn.

"Please Rodger. Just let me go."

Without warning, Rodger again punched her in the stomach. The force

of the blow caused her to bounced off the door. As she moved forward, he hit her again. Debbie bent over, clutching her stomach. She fell to her knees, gasping for air.

"Let you go? I wouldn't think of it. You gonna show me what I need to do to get Lou back. You gonna show me how to suck and lick her tits and cunt until she begs me to fuck the shit outta her. Just like you gonna do when we get through with you."

Debbie could hardly breath. Her stomach hurt so bad. She wished she had never agreed to meet him. He was crazy. Somehow she had to get away from him.

He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair. He jerked her head up as he pushed his cock in her face.

"Comon, show me how you lick it gently. Show me how you use your tongue and you lips to lightly tease it. Comon slut. give me a blowjob."

Debbie tried to twist from his grasp. But he simply yanked her closer. Her hand shot up to hit him between his legs. Rodger, waiting for just such an attempt, managed to deflect her blow.

Debbie covered her face with her hands, expecting to be hit again.

But nothing happened. She risked a glance up at Rodger. He stood there smiling.

"Now that wasn't very gentle. Maybe you're the one who needs lessons. I guess I'll have to be the one who teaches you. For your first lesson, why don't you just stand up?"

He grabbed her hair, and pulled her to her feet. When she tried to push away from him, he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her.

"We can play this little game all night, if you want. But why don't we make it a bit more interesting. Why don't you take off your top?"

"Please Rodger. You're hurting me. let me go, please?"

He twisted her arm higher, causing her to cry out in pain. "How can I let you go? You've gotten me all excited. You really don't want to leave me like this do you?" Again he yanked on her arm.

"No. Please Rodger. I'll do what you want. Only please stop hurting me."

"Damn right you will. Now take that fucking top off. Or I'll show you what it's like if I was really trying to hurt you."

"You're hurting my arm. I can't take off my top if you don't let go of my arm."

"You wouldn't be thinking of trying anything funny, would you?" he asked as he eased the pressure on her arm.

"No. Really. Just let me go, and I'll take it off."

Rodger released her arm, and pushed her to the center of the room.

"Well don't just stand there. Let's see those tits."

"Give me a minute," she said, trying to stall. "I can hardly move my arm."

Debbie franticly searched the room for some way out. Rodger blocked the door, and the only window was too small. She looked for something to fight him with. Her eyes fell on the push broom.

"If you don't start soon, I'll break your fucking arm," he snapped at her.

Debbie started to pull her shirt up, while moving closer to the broom. Rodger saw what she was intending, and moved to prevent her.

Debbie flung herself at the broom

Grabbing it by the handle, she swung wildly in Rodger's direction.

The broom slammed into Rodger's shoulder, and he cried out in pain.

Debbie ran towards the door, not daring to look back at Rodger.

Her hands fumbled for the handle. She managed to turn the knob and pulled the door inward. A hand shot past her face and slammed it shut.

"You really shouldn't have done that," Rodger said in a low voice.

Tears streaming down her face, Debbie pulled franticly on the door.

She screamed, "Help. Someone help me, please."

Rodger grabbed her hair and spun her around to face him. He held the broom in one hand. Once, twice, three tines he slapped her face.

"Shut the fuck up. I already told you no one can hear you."

He reached into his back pocket and took out Snake. He held it

against her cheek as he lightly depressed the button. The slender blade flashed out right in front of her eye.

"I've had enough of your shit. Open your fucking mouth again, and I'll cut your fucking tongue out."

Debbie was afraid to move. "God, he is crazy," she thought.

"Please Rodger. I'm sorry. I'll be good. Just put that away. I'll be quiet, I promise."

"Damn right you'll be good. Now you can take that fucking top off, or I'll cut the fucker off. What will it be?"

He pressed the point of the blade under her chin. Debbie tried raising her head, but he continued to press upward.

"Please Rodger. Don't hurt me any more. I'll do it," she sobbed.

She grabbed her shirt, and yanked it over her head.

"The bra too. Comon, or I'll do it for you," he said as he lowered the blade to her chest.

Debbie reached behind and undid the hooks. She tried to cover her breasts as her bra slid down her arms.

Rodger pushed her arms away as he pressed the blade against her stomach. "God, they're beautiful," he mumbled as he reached out to touch them. He dug his fingers into her firm flesh.

Debbie tried to pull his hand away but he simply pressed the knife harder against her skin.

"What's the matter? I'm not gentle enough for you?" he chuckled.

"You don't like the way I tease you?"

"Please. I'll do whatever you want. But don't hurt me. You want me to suck you off, I'll do it. Just don't hurt me any more."

She could hardly see him through her tears. Blood trickled from her lips, and her jaw screamed in pain. She blindly groped for his penis as she tried to sink to her knees in front of him.

"You'd really like that, wouldn't you, you little cock sucker? But right now, I wanna play with your tits. I bet they taste real good."

He buried his face in her chest. His hands continued to squeeze her flesh as his mouth tried to devour them. Debbie squirmed under his attack. But the knife, pressing against her, made it impossible for her to do anything but submit.

He suddenly broke away from her. The evil grin on his face made her shudder.

"Take those jeans off," he ordered.

Debbie quickly did as she was told.

"Comon, all of it. Let's see that cunt."

Debbie stepped out of her panties. She stood there, unsure of what

he wanted next.

"I can't see anything. Spread your legs. Wider. Yeah, like that.

Now spread that cunt."

"Please Rodge. Let me suck you off. I'll do you real good."

"Of course you will. But right now I want you to tease me some

more. Let's see you play with yourself. Comon, stick your fingers up your cunt."

"Don't make me do this. Please Rodger?"

"Comon, you said before you have to tease. Don't you want me nice and hard, just ready to cum?"

"I'll make you cum, I promise. I'll even do you twice, if you want.

Just let me do it. We don't have to do stuff like this."

"Either you start, or Snake will be more than happy to help you," he threatened, moving closer to her.

"No!" she cried out. She jammed her hand in her vagina and started masturbating.

"Now be gentle. You don't want to hurt yourself. Remember, go slow. Tease."

Debbie stood there, sobbing, as he watched her play with herself.

"Please Rodger. Don't make me do this."

He laughed. "Maybe you should go a little faster?" he suggested.

Debbie tried to do what he said.

Rodger was becoming bored. "Think it's time we try something else.

I feel like a party. What about you?"

Debbie looked at him, confused. She was afraid to ask what he was talking about.

"Dale," Rodger called out.

Dale came out of his hiding place, slowly. Seeing him, Debbie

rushed to him.

"Oh Dale. Thank God you're here. He's gone crazy. You have to help me, please."

"He'd love to help you," Rodger said, laughing. "Wouldn't you, Dale? Don't you just wanna help her play with her tits. Help her fill that big cunt of hers with your cock. And maybe her mouth with your cum."

"I dunno, Rodge," Dale replied. "Things seem to going a bit strange here. You never said anything about forcing her, or anything like that."

"Please Dale. You have to help me get out of here," Debbie pleaded.

"Who said anything about forcing her. Debbie wants to do all those

things. Don't you, bitch?" Rodger said as he moved to where they were standing.

"No, I don't. I just want to get out of here. Please Rodger. I won't say anything to anyone if you just let me go."

"I can't let you go just yet. You still haven't showed me everything. Besides, poor Dale here hasn't had a chance to appreciate all your charms yet."

Rodger reached out and grabbed one of her breasts. He held it up to Dale.

"Here, isn't this what you wanted to bury your face in?" he taunted Dale. "Here go on, touch it."

"Maybe she's right, Rodge. Maybe we should just let her go."

"Hey, I promised you that you'd have a good time tonight. And I

always keep my promise."

Rodger moved until he was behind Debbie. He reached around and started playing with her tits.

"Comon, tell me you don't want to suck these babies."

His hand moved down to her vagina.

"Or how you don't want to ram your cock in this nice wet slit. I

know. You're just being shy. Maybe Debbie should break the ice. We both know she's a great cock sucker."

Rodger pushed her to her knees. He pressed the knife against the back of her neck.

"Comon, let's show Dale how good you suck cock."

"Please Dale, don't let him . . ."

"Comon, Rodge. She's right. I don't think we should . . ."

Rodger pressed on the blade until it punctured the skin.

"I said you were gonna get a blow job, and you're gonna. If I hear

another word from either of you, I'll cut her fucking head off. Take your fucking cock outta your pants now. Or I might just slip and stick this knife in harder."

Debbie didn't dare move. The blade burned in her neck. Dale stared at Rodger, not moving.

Rodger pressed harder on the knife. A fine line of blood trickled down her shoulder, and dripped upon her breast.

Debbie's hands went to Dale's belt. She franticly tried to undo it.

"Please help me," she begged.

Dale was startled into movement. He quickly undid his belt and then his zipper. Debbie pulled his pants and briefs down. She buried her face in his crotch and started sucking wildly on Dale's limp penis.

Rodger moved to the side so he could watch Debbie better. She pumped furiously on the limp shaft as her mouth sucked hard on it's tip. Dale grimaced in discomfort.

Rodger kicked out with his foot. His heel caught Debbie in the ribs, knocking her to the floor.

"Gentle. You forgot to be gentle," he said as he kicked her again.

He laughed as he watched her try to crawl away.

He allowed her to crawl to the center of the room. Quickly, he moved after her. He reached down and caught her by her hair. Jerking her head up, he pressed the knife to her throat.

"Hey, don't give up now. You were making such good progress.

Comon, try it again."

He dragged her, across the floor, back to where Dale still stood.

He leaned over and drew a cross on her back with the knife. Thin lines of blood appeared where the blade had been.

"Gee. Looks as if you got a strike against you. If I was you, I definitely wouldn't want to strike out. Now I think you were showing us how to be gentle? How to tease, and make Dale so hot, he'll cum in your mouth?"

He shoved her head back into Dale's crotch. Debbie resumed sucking his cock. This time she was more gentle. Despite the situation, Dale found himself reacting to the feel of her mouth and hands.

Rodger seeing him harden, laughed. "I told you she was good. But we don't want you cumming just yet. Maybe you should play with her tits a bit. And her cunt, so she'll be nice and hot when you fuck her."

"Well, I'm not really in the mood," Dale said weakly. "Maybe another time. Why don't we just . . ."

Rodger again grabbed Debbie by the hair and pulled her to her feet.

"Gee, I guess you don't really know that much after all. All that talk about how to get someone hot. And you can't even turn on poor Dale here. It looks as if you just struck out." Rodger started to draw another cross on her back.

Debbie let out a cry as the blade cut into her flesh. She pulled Dale's face to her chest. "You wanna play, don't you? Please?" she begged. "You like my tits don't you? I want you to suck them. Please Dale, help me."

"Well, maybe you're still in the game. I'll just watch and see how hot you can get him. And when you show me you know what you're doing, maybe, I'll let you do me, too."

"Please Dale," she whispered, "do something. Help me."

Misunderstanding what she was trying to say, he started sucking her

nipples. His hands reached down and grabbed her buttocks, pulling her against him. He rubbed his harden shaft against her.

"I told you, you'd like her," Rodger said.

Debbie was unable to see where he was. It sounded as if he had

moved across the room. Hoping it was safe, she again whispered to Dale. "Please help me get out of here. Somehow we have to get that knife away from him. Please Dale, help me."

Dale could see Rodger moving to the other side of the shed. He moved his face upward until he was kissing her neck.

"He'd kill me if I did anything like that," he whispered in her ear.

"I'll do anything you want, just help me get away from here. You

wanna fuck me? I'll let you fuck me all you want after we get away from here. Please Dale?"

They both stiffened as Rodger said, "You two make such a nice couple. Check out that cunt, Dale. Is she wet yet?"

"I dunno," Dale stammered in reply.

"Shit. Just shove a finger up her and find out. Do I have to tell

you everything?" Rodger shot back.

"I'm sorry, really I am," Dale whispered as he slid a finger in Debbie's vagina.

"Well?" Rodger demanded.

"I . . . er . . . not really, Rodge. Maybe we should stop, huh?"

"Guess she doesn't think you're good enough for her. Is that it?

Dale's not good enough for a slut like you?" Rodger called to Debbie.

"Sure he is," she replied. "But he's only just started to play with my pussy." Debbie tried to see where Rodger was. "Like I told you, a girl doesn't get hot as fast as a guy. But it feels good what he's doing now."

Debbie whispered to Dale, "Can you see where he is? Could we make it to the door?"

"He's over on the other side. He seems to be looking for something.

But you'd never have a chance to get to the door." Debbie reached down and grasped his shaft. She lightly kissed his ear as she whispered, "Anything you want. I'll do it. Just help me get out of here."

"I can't do that. He'll kill us both if you try anything like that."

"Comon, there's two of us. One of us could hold him while the other tried to get the knife away from him. I can't do it alone. I need your help."

"I can't help you. You don't know what he's like when he's mad."

Debbie glanced toward the door. She still couldn't see Rodger. If

I could just get to the door before him, she thought.

"You won't help me?" she asked Dale.

"I can't, Debbie. I'm sorry."

"You fucking coward," she said as she pulled hard on his shaft and

brought her knee up hard against his crotch. Dale screamed in pain as he clutched his groin. She turned and raced for the door.

Chapter Twenty-Four

As Debbie ran to the door, she saw Rodger out of the corner of her eye. She was closer to the door than him. "I'm gonna make it," she thought. But before she could reach the door, something struck her head from behind.

The force of the blow caused her to stumble, and bang into the door, head first. She crumbled to the floor, defeated. She glanced up to see Rodger pick up the broom.

He walked toward her, slowly. He undid the handle of the broom and threw the brush across the room. He held his knife out before him as he drew closer to where she lay.

"Looks like you struck out, that time," he said softly.

Debbie lay there, paralysed. All she could see was the blade he

held out to her. Her heart felt as if it would jump out of her throat.

"Please Rodger. Don't. You can't really want to do that to me," she pleaded. "I'll do whatever you want. You want me to suck you off? I'll do it. I'll do both of you. But please put the knife away."

"I dunno. You said you'd do Dale and look at him. Why should I believe you?" he said as he touched her cheek with the blade.

Debbie flinched at the contact. She tried to move away, but she was already pressed against the door.

"Cut the fucking bitch," Dale called out. "She tried to break my balls. Comon, Rodge, cut her. Cut her good."

Rodger laughed as he watched Dale try to get up off the floor, clutching his groin.

"I thought you didn't like to play rough," he teased Dale.

"Fuck, she tried to kill me. Anyone knows you can kill a guy like

that, when he's got a hard-on."

"Please," she pleaded. "I'll do you both. Just don't kill me.

Give me another chance Rodger, and I'll do whatever you want me to."

Debbie slowly moved her hands to his crotch. She raised herself to her knees and trying to avoid the knife, pressed her face against the bulge in his pants.

"I told you she'd beg us to let her take care of us, didn't I?"

Rodger asked Dale. He reached out and gently stroked her hair.

Encouraged by that, Debbie started to unbuckle Rodger's belt.

"That's a good girl," he said. "Remove it and hand it to me."

Debbie looked up at him, confused.

"Take my belt off, and hand it to me. And hurry up, before I decide

to carve my initials in your forehead."

Rodger pressed the point of the knife against her head. Debbie pulled the belt free and held it out to him.

"Dale. Get me that bag over by the pole. Time to bring out the toys."

Debbie watched Dale hurry to where Rodger had indicated. She wondered why she hadn't notice the bag before. And a chill ran through her as she also wondered what Rodger meant by toys.

Taking the bag from Dale, Rodger ordered her to stand. He reached out and gently ran his fingers across her breasts. He placed his fingers on her lips, forcing them apart. He placed one finger deep in her opened mouth and stared at her.

Debbie wasn't exactly sure what to do. She felt his finger lightly scratch her tongue. She closed her mouth gently on his finger, and started to suck it.

"Ah, now that's gentle. Maybe you do know how. But you've been really bad. I think you need to be punished, don't you?"

Debbie tried to reply, but Rodger simply forced his finger deeper down her throat.

"Now you do have a choice. I can simply slice your fucking tits off, first. Or you can accept your punishment."

Debbie tried to say something. Rodger removed his hand from her mouth. Before she could answer, he drew the knife lightly down one of her breasts. She stared at the thin red line it left in its wake. Tears came to her eyes, as the pain burned.

"Please Rodger. I said I'd do anything you wanted. You want to fuck me? I'll let you. I'll fuck both of you. I'll suck one of you off while the other fucks me. Anything you want, Rodger. Just don't hurt me any more."

"But you need to be punished. And you want to be punished, don't you?" He ran the point of the blade around one of her nipples.

"Yes! Yes, anything. Please, no more."

"Good, I knew you'd want it. Pick up the belt. And kiss it. Yeah,

like that. Now take this sock and stick it in your mouth."

Seeing her hesitate, he threatened her with the blade. Debbie stuffed the sock into her mouth. Rodger took a roll of duct tape from the bag. He cut off a strip and placed it across her mouth. Debbie's eyes widened in fear.

"Turn around," he ordered. "And place your hands behind you. Yeah, that's it."

He grabbed her wrists and wrapped them tightly together with the tape. Debbie struggled against the tape but couldn't free her hands. She felt his hands caress her buttocks and she froze.

He turned her around to face him. He again reached into the bag and drew something out. Debbie didn't recognize it immediately. But when he held it up in front of her, she saw that it was a dog's choker chain. Rodger slowly looped the chain through one of the metal rings.

Debbie started to edge away from him. She wasn't sure what it was he intended to do. But she was sure she didn't want any part of it.

"Stand still!" he ordered. He reached out and grabbed her by her hair. He pulled her to him and forced the chain down over her head, pulling it tight around her neck.

Debbie struggled at first but soon realized that she was only causing the chain to tighten. As it cut into her neck, she gave up. Rodger pulled her toward the pole in the center of the room. She had no choice but to follow.

He reached up into the rafters overhead, and pulled down a rope.

Threading it through the other metal ring, he tied it. The chain had just enough slack around her neck not to choke her. But she realized if she tried to move at all, the chain cut into her skin.

Rodger stood back and admired his handiwork. He moved closer to her and took one of her breasts into his mouth. Debbie shrank from his touch, but in doing so, the chain around her neck tightened. She moved to relax the tension on the chain, but ended up pressing her tits against him.

He bit down hard on her tit. Debbie jumped back in pain. The chain again cut into her neck, cutting into her windpipe. She struggled for breath, as she again moved to ease the tightness of the chain.

Rodger watched all this with an amused look on his face. He went and retrieved the broom handle. Returning, he slammed it down on the toes of her left foot. Startled, she lifted her foot in pain. As she hopped on one foot, he swung the handle, slamming it against the ankle of her right foot.

Pain shot up her leg, as she was knocked off her feet completely.

She dangled from the rope above, the chain digging deep into her neck, cutting off her air. Her legs flailed wildly, trying to gain purchase beneath her. The room seemed to darken, as her lungs fought for air.

She felt weak, once her feet were again firmly beneath her. It took all her strength to keep from sagging, but the biting chain forced her to stand up straight. Her breathing was laboured, as she stared at Rodger in terror.

"Now you know your limitations," Rodger said softly. "And now we can begin your punishment."

He picked up his belt and handed it to Dale.

"What am I suppose to do with this?" Dale asked.

"Whip her with it. Punish her," Rodger replied.

"Gee, I dunno," Dale said.

"You were the one who wanted me to cut her just a few minutes ago?

You were the one she kicked in the balls. I guess you like some bitch beating the shit out of you, huh?"

"Comon Rodge. This is getting out of hand. Okay, maybe I was pissed before. But don't you think we've hurt her enough. Fuck, she almost hung herself."

"Whip the fucking bitch, or I will cut her fucking tits off," Rodger snarled. He whipped out his knife and made a slashing motion.

"Christ Rodger. You can't do that. I'm getting the fuck out of here."

"And after I cut her tits off, I'll finish the job she started and cut your balls off. Now whip the cunt."

Rodger swung the broom handle catching Dale across his back. He then turned and pressed the knife against Debbie's neck.

"I'll kill the bitch. And it'll be your fault. Is that what you want?" Rodger screamed at Dale. "Do what I say, or she's dead. And then I'll kill you, too."

"You're fucking crazy," Dale said as he stared wide-eyed at Rodger.

He realized he had little choice but to do what Rodger demanded. "Get the fuck out of the way, unless you want me to whip you too." Dale grabbed the belt by the buckle and raised his arm to strike.

Rodger smiled as if challenging him to try. But he moved away slowly. Dale swung the belt, striking Debbie across her left arm. She tried to scream as the pain shot through her, but the gag in her mouth muffled any sound she made.

"Harder," Rodger said. "Hit her tits."

Dale again swung the belt, slashing her breasts.

"Harder" Rodger said, so low, it was almost a whisper. "And

faster."

Dale glance sideways at Rodger. Rodger stood as if in a daze. Dale raised the belt, and thought about striking Rodger instead.

"Go on, try it. If you think you can do more damage with that belt than I can with the knife. But you'll only get one chance to prove it."

Feeling frustrated, Dale swung the belt at Debbie. He continued to whip her until he thought his arm would fall off.

"Now you're getting the hang of it. Look at those welts. God, they're beautiful. Here give me that belt. And stand over there where I can see you."

Dale handed him the belt and moved back. Rodger wrapped the free end of the belt tightly around his hand. He lashed out and caught Debbie's breasts with the buckle. Her body jerked in pain as the chain around her neck tightened.

"Christ, Rodger," Dale protested. "Not with the buckle. You're cutting her to pieces."

"Open your legs wider, slut," Rodger ordered Debbie. He swung the belt hard between her legs, causing her to raise up on her toes as the belt slammed against her exposed vagina.

"Comon Rodge. That's enough. Shit, she'll be in no shape to fuck us if you keep that up," Dale said, trying to think of some way to get him to stop beating the poor girl.

"Ah, now you wanna fuck her? I thought you were too chicken shit."

"Hey you promised me I'd lose my charry tonight. But if you keep

doing that, she ain't gonna have a cunt left for us to fuck."

"Maybe you're right. I'm so fucking hard. If I don't get off soon, I'll explode. Wonder if she's been punished enough though. What do you think, slut? Think you're ready to show us how sorry you are?"

Debbie shook her head frantically in agreement.

Rodger reached out, and pulled the tape from her mouth. Debbie

winced as the tape ripped her skin. He pulled out the now wet sock from her mouth, and threw it on the floor.

He leaned closer, and brushed his lips against hers. His hands grabbed her breasts, and kneaded them roughly. Debbie involuntarily moved away from him. He squeezed her breasts harder, and pulled her back to him.

"Maybe you still need to be punished," he said, as he grabbed a nipple and twisted.

Debbie squirmed as the pain shot through her. But at least it wasn't as bad as the belt had been.

"No! Please Rodger, I'm really sorry. Let me suck you, and I'll show you just how sorry I am. I'll fuck you too. Please don't hurt me any more. I'll do whatever you want me to do. Please?"

Rodger turned Dale. "See, I told you she'd be begging us to fuck the shit out of her. All it takes to get sluts like her hot, is a little roughing up."

Turning back to Debbie, he again brushed his lips against her.

"Show me," he said through parted lips.

"Let me down from here, and I'll do you good, I promise, " Debbie pleaded.

"Not just yet. First, you gotta show me there's a reason to," he whispered as he ran his tongue over her lips.

Debbie opened her mouth wide to take his tongue. Rodger's tongue retreated. Debbie leaned forward until her mouth touched his. She sucked on his lips, her tongue licking teasingly.

Rodger allowed her tongue to slip between his closed lips. He bit down hard on it as he again twisted the nipple captured between his fingers. His free hand reached behind her and pinched her buttocks.

Debbie gasped as pain flooded her body. But she knew if she stopped kissing him, he would only hurt her more. She smashed her mouth against him. Her body pressed against him, and she rubbed her vagina against his thigh.

Rodger moved back, forcing her to follow. Debbie continued to press against him, until the chain around her neck started to tighten. Rodger noticed her difficulty, and again moved away from her. Debbie hesitated. If she tried to follow him she would choke herself.

"Guess you really weren't as sorry as you thought," he chuckled.

"Maybe you need the belt again."

With the mention of the belt, Debbie threw herself against him, ignoring the chain cutting into her windpipe. She rubbed herself against him shamelessly as she sucked hard on his mouth. Unable to breathe, she felt herself becoming light headed.

"Hey, don't hog her all to yourself," Dale said, as he stepped behind Debbie. "I want some of this too." He wrapped his arms around her, his hands cupping her breasts gently, and pulled her to him.

Gratefully, Debbie collapsed against him, as the chain loosened around her neck. She turned her head and kissed him. He returned her kiss timidly, his hands gently caressing her breasts. Debbie twisted in his arms until she faced him.

She forced her tongue deep into his mouth as she pressed her body against him. She felt him harden in response, and tried to trap his shaft between her thighs.

Dale moved his hands to capture her breasts. He caught one nipple between his fingers and gently teased it. Rodger was irritated by the way Dale seemed to have taken over. And the fucking slut really seemed to like it, too. He angrily reached up and untied the chain. Pulling the chain tight around her neck, he forced her to her knees.

"Let's see how good you suck cocks, slut," Rodger growled as he pushed her head against Dale's erect shaft.

Debbie moved to take the throbbing rod in her mouth.

"First show him how you're sorry you kicked him in the balls,

bitch," Rodger commanded as he jerked hard on the chain.

Debbie winced as the chain again bit into her throat. But she didn't hesitate as she lowered her face, and gently licked Dale's testicles. Her tongue stroked the twin sacks. Her lips gently caressed the taunt skin. She opened her lips wider to take one into her mouth. Gently, she sucked upon it as her tongue continued to tease it. She moved to take the other, as her face rested against his thigh.

Again the chain cut into her, as Rodger said, "Okay, now suck his cock."

Debbie took the tip of Dale's shaft into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around the burning skin, as she sucked hard. A hand pushed her down on the shaft, until she felt it hitting against the back of her throat.

"Comon, suck it. He's hot enough. Just make him come," Rodger said as he pushed her head back and forth.

Debbie worked frantically, as her mouth moved up and down on Dale's shaft. Dale thrusted deep in her mouth, his hips moving in rhythm to her movements. She felt him falter, and then her mouth was flooded with his hot fluids. He thrusted harder as he tried to coax the last bit of pleasure from her mouth.

Debbie continue to suck on the shaft pistoning in and out of her mouth. She had to swallow often as spurt after spurt of hot cum shot into her mouth.

"My God," Dale moaned. "She's swallowing it. She's fucking swallowing my cum."

Rodger laughed. "I told you she'd do it. But you ain't seen nothing yet. Hurry up, will you? I want a turn at that mouth."

Reluctantly, Dale withdrew his now softening penis from her mouth.

He reached down and gently caressed her cheek. Debbie rubbed her face against his hand, trying to thank him for being gentle.

Chapter Twenty-Five

"Now me, slut," Rodger said as he jerked the chain around her neck.

Debbie scrambled to turn around. She moved to capture Rodger's enormous penis with her mouth.

"First my balls, bitch. Like you did him," Rodger ordered as he pulled hard on the chain.

Debbie lowered her mouth to his testicles. She used her tongue to wash them, and then took one into her mouth.

"Both of them, suck them both," Rodger demanded, pulling the chain tighter.

She struggled to take both of them at the same time. They were large, and she wasn't successful.

"I said both, damn it. Do I have to tell you everything twice?"

Rodger pulled the chain higher, causing Debbie to raise off her knees. She forced her mouth back to his balls. Straining her mouth as wide as she could, she again tried to swallow his testicles. Finally, she managed to take them both into her mouth.

"That's it. Now suck them. And gently. If you hurt me, you'll be sorry."

Debbie did as she was told. Gently, she sucked on the large mass in her mouth, her tongue gently licking the hairy skin.

Rodger grabbed her hair and pushed her face from his balls.

Grabbing his cock in one hand, he guided it to her mouth.

"Now suck me off. And you better do it good, too," he said, shoving his shaft hard into her mouth.

Debbie felt her mouth being stretched wide as he rammed his enormous penis down her throat. She thought she would gag on it, it was so big. Rodger grabbed her head and moved it up and down his cock.

"Suck it, bitch. Comon, show me how much you want it," Rodger ordered as he thrusted deeper into her mouth.

Debbie tried to match his movements. Rodger continued to jerk the chain as he said, "Harder. Faster. Suck it good, bitch."

Debbie tried to relax her throat. She never knew anyone as big as he was. And he seemed to get larger as he continued to pump against her mouth. She felt him stiffen and prepared herself for his climax.

Instead of cumming in her mouth, Rodger pulled his cock out. He grabbed her hair with one hand, as his other wrapped around his throbbing member.

"Open your fucking mouth, bitch! And stick out your tongue. More!

Stick it out more. Yeah like that."

Looking up into his face, Debbie watched as he turned red. His eyes squeezed closed, his teeth clenched tightly. The muscles in his neck were like steel cords as he pumped his cock madly.

"Shit," he rasped between his clenched teeth, Debbie watched his testicles contract. Like an explosion from the mouth of a cannon, the first glob of his cum shot across the short space between them, catching Debbie on the nose.

Debbie watched his hand move faster up and down his shaft, as spurt after spurt of hot cum continued to fly at her. She tried to catch each spurt in her mouth. Some hit her nose and cheeks. Others flew into her waiting mouth. She had never known anyone to have so much cum.

Rodger pulled her face closer, once again jamming his cock into her mouth. He pressed his shaft further into her mouth, until her nose was pressed tight against his stomach. Grabbing her head with both hands, he continued to pump deep in her mouth.

"Suck me, baby. Deep throat me. God, your mouth feels good," Rodger moaned as his movements finally slowed. Debbie felt like a tossed doll as he continued to slam her head back and forth. He, at last, pulled her face from his crotch.

She was amazed to see him still fully erect. Every other guy she had known usually lost their erections after she had finished sucking them off. But Rodger looked like he was ready to go again.

Rodger lifted her chin so she stared up into his face. His eyes were glazed and distant. Debbie shuddered when she saw his mouth break into an evil smile. He reached out and smeared the globs of cum on her face. He worked it up and over her eyes. He spread it across her cheeks and even up into her nostrils.

She could feel it tighten on her skin as it quickly dried. She felt dirty, soiled, but didn't dare try to turn her face away from him. Rodger wiped his hands on her hair. He grabbed a handful, and used it to wipe his cock clean.

"Not bad," he said. "Next time, use a little more tongue. And suck harder. But like I said, not bad."

"Guess we can let her go now, can't we, Rodger?" Dale said. "She sucked us off good, just like you said she would."

"Let her go? Are you fucking crazy?" Rodger replied. "Fuck no! We ain't got you laid yet."

"Gee, I dunno, Rodge. She sucked me dry. I don't think I'll be able to get it up for at least a week. Why don't we just let her go."

"Don't worry. I'm sure Debbie would be more than happy to get you hard again. Wouldn't you, Debbie?" Rodger said as he reached for the chain hanging loosely from her neck.

Debbie scrambled away from him. "Yes. Yes, I wanna to suck him again," she said as she crawled on her knees to Dale. Anything, just as long as he doesn't hurt me again, she thought.

Rodger laughed watching her try to capture Dale's limp prick in her mouth. "I told you she loved to suck cocks. But let's do this right," he said grabbing the chain, and pulling Debbie away. "Lie down on the floor," he said to Dale. "And you kneel between his legs," he told Debbie.

Dale laid down, and Debbie crawled in between his spread legs.

Rodger pushed her head down into Dale's crotch.

"Now, let's see how fast you can get him up. If you take too long, I may have to use the belt on this sweet ass," Rodger said as he ran his hand over her buttocks.

Debbie took Dale's limp penis in her mouth and started sucking it.

Her tongue licked the salty tasting tip, and she gently raked his shaft with her teeth. She heard Rodger move away from them, and felt herself relax a bit. She knew that somehow she had to get Dale hard again. She didn't even think about what Rodger would do to her, if she didn't.

She was concentrating hard on reviving the limp penis in her mouth.

She didn't realize that Rodger had returned until she felt his hand on her buttocks.

"God, you've got a fucking beautiful ass," he whispered as he stroked her firm skin. His fingers massaged her buttocks, every once in awhile pinching the tender bottom. The resultant pain caused her to squirmed, but she didn't stop her sucking.

Rodger started slapping her, each blow landing just a little harder than the last one. Debbie, her mouth stuffed with Dale's slowly hardening penis, whimpered in pain. Rodger moved his slaps lower, catching her tender upper thighs. Debbie tried to avoid the pain by opening her legs wider.

This only excited Rodger more. Now he could pinched the tender skin of her inner thighs hard between slaps. His other hand went to her vagina, spreading it wide. His fingers poked and probed her hole.

Despite the pain and discomfort, Debbie found herself responding to his touch. She felt shame as her vagina grew moist. "He's gonna rape the shit out of me in a minute. And here I'm getting all excited," she thought, horrified.

"All this gentle shit is turning you on, ain't it?" Rodger chuckled.

"I knew you'd like it rough. Now, how you doing with Dale?"

"She's got me hard again. But I don't think I can cum," Dale said quickly.

"Don't worry about that," Rodger said. "Once your cock is buried in her hot cunt, you'll have all you can do not to cum. But I still have something I wanna do first. So you just lie there, and enjoy the slut's mouth for another couple of minutes."

Rodger stood over Debbie, and grabbed her arms. She started to straighten up, allowing Dale's penis to fall from her mouth.

"Get your fucking mouth back on that cock, bitch," Rodger said as he pushed her face back in Dale's crotch.

She felt him loop a rope around her arms just above the elbows, forcing her arms together. The pain it caused in her shoulders was unbearable. She cried out in pain.

"What the fuck are you doing to her?" Dale asked.

"Don't worry. I'm not doing anything that will kill her. Not just

yet," he added with a chuckle. "Just want to wrap her up bit. Kinda like a present. Yeah, that's it. A present."

He pulled the two ends of the rope through the ring on the chain around her neck. He then looped the rope around her bound wrists. He pulled the rope tight, causing the chain to tighten around her neck.

Taking one of the rope ends, he looped it around her ankle, and then under the bottom of her foot. He tied it with a double knot so it wouldn't come loose. He did the same with the other end to her other ankle and foot. He then adjusted the rope, removing any slack, and knotted it again.

Debbie quickly realized she couldn't stand or lie out straight. If she tried to easy the pressure on her arms or straighten her legs, the chain bit into her neck. The muscles in her stomach and thighs screamed as she tried to balance herself. If she tucked her knees under her, she was able to ease the pull against the chain.

Stepping back to admire his handiwork, he compared Debbie's bound form to his memory of his favorite picture. He wished he had a bar to force her legs wider apart. And some nipple clamps. But considering the short notice, he was happy with what he had worked out.

He bent over and picked up the broom handle. He rubbed it against her inner thighs and enjoyed the way her ass wiggled at its touch. "Get that ass up high. Higher," he ordered as he slapped the handle up between her legs, striking her vagina.

Debbie raised her buttocks as high as she could. In this position, her face pressed hard against Dale's groin.

The handle again smashed into her exposed vagina, as Rodger said, "Comon, move that mouth on that cock. No one said you could take a break."

Debbie moved her head rapidly up and down. Anything to avoid being hit again between her legs. The chain tightened and released around her neck as her head moved. Her legs hurt. Her arms were becoming numb as the rope cut off her circulation. And her knees ached from kneeling on the hard floor.

"Let's see if she's ready yet," Rodger said as he knelt behind her.

He ran his fingers alone her vagina. "Shit, you're dry as hell. Guess we'll just have to prime the pump a bit," he said with vicious chuckle.

He located her clitoris with his fingers. He rubbed it lightly. He caught it between his finger tips, and moved it back and forth. His other hand teased her opening until at last he again felt her getting moist.

"Now, that's more like it. Maybe you just need a little more priming." Rodger picked up the handle and placed the tip against her opening. Slowly he pushed it in as his fingers continue to play with her enlarged clit.

Debbie lifted her head to protest when she felt the cold wood against her. Instead, she screamed as the handle was pushed deeper between her legs. A hot searing pain shot through her groin as she felt something tear. She tried to pull away from the probing handle, but only tightened the chain around her neck.

Rodger jammed the handle in deeper as he pulled hard on the rope above her elbows. The chain around her throat tightened.

"Get back on that cock, bitch," he snarled.

Tears filled her eyes, as Debbie pleaded, "Take it out. Please

Rodger, it hurts so bad. Please take it out."

Intending to hit her with it, Rodger pulled the handle from her vagina. He saw traces of blood on the end. "Fucking cunt's a virgin," he thought. The fact that she hadn't told him that, angered him even more. He stood and brought the handle down hard, striking her hip.

The force of the blow knocked her sideways. She sprawled on her back, her legs twisting, causing the ropes to be pulled taunt. The chain cut into her neck, breaking the skin. She tried to turn on her side so she could pull her legs up.

Rodger speared her vagina with the handle, pinning her. He watched as she struggled to breathe. He kicked her legs under her, and pressed the handle further in her vagina.

"Fuck it bitch. Let's see you move those hips," he said as he pulled the handle part way out.

Debbie arched her back as she moved her feet tight against her buttocks. Lifting her head, she was able to pull the rope so it allowed some slack in the chain. Again she was able to breathe.

Looking up at Rodger in terror, she pleaded, "Please don't. It hurts. It hurts real bad."

"You should have told me you were still a fucking cherry. I could have been your first. You fucking lied to me."

"I didn't lie to you. Really I didn't. You never asked me. Please Rodger, no more. I can't . . ."

"Shut the fuck up, you fucking slut," he screamed at her. "You begged me to fuck you. Virgins don't do stuff like that. You made me believe you'd done this before. You knew I was gonna have Dale fuck you first. You did it to spite me, so I wouldn't get your cherry."

He yanked the handle from between her legs, and started beating her with it. Debbie rolled over on to her side and tried to roll into a ball. The handle slammed down on her again and again.

"Stop it Rodger. You gonna kill her," Dale called out as he tried to get to his feet.

Rodger turned, and swung the handle at Dale. It caught him across the back, knocking him to the floor.

"So you want to fuck Dale, do you? Okay. Get over there," Rodger said. He prodded her with the handle until she scrambled to where Dale lay. "Climb on that cock, and fuck him," Rodger ordered, striking her legs.

Debbie rolled herself on top of Dale. She straddled his hips.

Bending low at the waist so as not pull too hard on the rope, she managed to position herself over his penis. Dale's penis had lost it's hardness, and laid lifeless beneath her. She rubbed her vagina against it, hoping to revive it.

"I said fuck him, bitch," Rodger screamed as he struck her buttocks with the handle.

Debbie lurched forward with the blow. The chain cut into her neck as she struggled desperately to right herself.

"Please," she pleaded with Dale. "Help me. Please. Stick it in."

Dale took his limp penis in his hand and tried to stuff it into her

opening.

"Yes. Yes, that's it," she sobbed as she felt his penis enter her hurting vagina. She spread her legs wider, trying to make the entry as easy as possible.

Again the handle slammed against her buttocks. She fell forward, as Dale's penis slipped out.

"I said fuck him, bitch. Or would you rather fuck my knife?" Rodger said, in a cold voice.

Debbie again straightened. Her eyes pleaded with Dale to help. He grabbed his penis, and shoved it back in her vagina. He held it there as he lifted his hips. With a look of gratitude, Debbie started to raise and lowered her hips. Her efforts were rewarded as she felt his penis stiffen.

Tears streaming down her face, Debbie continue to ride Dale's shaft.

Each thrust in her, caused a searing pain. Her throat burned from where the chain had cut into her skin.

Her arms and legs screamed in protest from abuse. Her hip was also starting to hurt pretty bad where Rodger had beaten her with the broom handle. And she felt a stabbing pain in her side, every time she tried to take a deep breath.

Nothing could be worse than what Rodger had already done to her.

But she didn't dare stop. She knew now that he really was crazy. She hoped he wouldn't kill her. But she was afraid if she upset him any more, he would.

Dale saw the fear and pain reflected in Debbie's face. He wished there was something he could do to help her. Something he could to stop Rodger. He wished he wasn't such a coward. But he knew he was no match for Rodger.

Dale reached up, and wiped the tears from Debbie's face. He lifted his head, and gently kissed her. She rested her head on his, trying to reduce the strain on her back and legs. Dale moved his hands to support her torso, to help some.

"Now isn't this a pretty picture. The two virgins sharing their first fuck," Rodger said with wicked laugh. He moved behind Debbie and knelt, straddling Dale's legs. "Everyone's having a good time but me. Think it's time for me to join the party."

He ran his hands over her buttocks. His fingers ran along crack between her nether cheeks. He moved closer, and allowed his shaft to bump against her.

Debbie shuddered at his touch. But impaled on Dale's penis, she was unable to move away from him. When his finger brushed her rectum, she cried out, "Please Rodger, don't."

"Don't? Don't what, bitch," he growled in response as he pulled hard on the rope running down her back.

Her head was jerked back as the chain tighten, forcing her down hard on Dale's shaft. She tried to scream as pain racked her body, but she couldn't draw a breath.

Rodger laughed as he watched her struggle against the chain. Still pulling on the chain, he forced a finger into her anal canal. Debbie bucked wildly, trying to dislodge his finger.

"Well, lookie here. Looks like I found somewhere you're still cherry," Rodger said as he cruelly forced a second finger into the small opening.

It felt as if someone was forcing a burning rod into her rectum.

She thought she was going to pass out. And prayed that she would.

Rodger was intent on watching his fingers move in and out of her ass.

He relaxed his hold on the rope, allowing Debbie to breath again.

"Please," she gasped. "Please Rodger."

"Don't worry, bitch. You don't have to beg me to fuck this tight

ass. I've been waiting a long time to do just that." With that he forced a third finger up her rectum.

"No! Please Rodger. It hurts," Debbie cried out.

"No? You don't want my cock up your fucking ass? Would you rather

I shoved the fucking handle in there instead? Maybe I can push it right through to your fucking mouth. Or maybe I'll just slice it open wider with my knife. What do you think?"

Debbie felt the point of his knife dig into her buttocks. His fingers continued to ream her rectum. She tried to scramble away from him, but the knife just cut deeper into her. She could feel something warm running down her leg. The pain was more than she could take.

"God, it hurts," she cried out. "Please take it out, Rodger. I'll do anything. Don't kill me, please."

He twisted the blade in her, as he asked, "You want me to fuck your ass, don't you?"

"Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass. Anything, but the knife."

She felt the knife being pulled from her flesh. She collapsed on

Dale beneath her. But her respite was short lived as Rodger placed the tip of his cock against her anus.

Her sphincter muscles contracted in protest as he forced his cock into the tiny opening. She could feel her insides tear before his onslaught. She could feel both shafts push against the thin wall separating her vaginal and rectal canals.

"God, she's tight," Rodger thought. He withdrew his cock only to shove it in deeper. He continued to ram it in until he could go no further. At last he was living his fantasy.

Rodger's penetration of her ass had caused her to lift her hips higher. In doing so, Dale's penis slipped out. Dale lay there, too afraid to move. He hadn't come, but he didn't care. He just wanted to get away from here.

Debbie was lost in the pain. Only the knife had caused more pain then she was feeling right now. She didn't dare move, for the slightest movement sent waves of molten hot pain throughout her body.

Rodger noticed her stillness. Anger flared in him. Who the hell did she think she was, making him do all the work. She was the slave. She should be fucking him, not the other way around. He sat back, pulling all but the very tip of his cock from her ass.

"What's the matter? Too tired to fuck?" he asked her. "Maybe you need some help," he said as he stuck the tip of the knife into the soft skin just above her hip.

Debbie cried out in pain. She pushed back against his cock.

"That's better. But I don't hear you begging for it any more." He

pushed the knife in a little deeper.

"Fuck me, please fuck me," she pleaded.

"Fuck your ass, bitch," he corrected, giving the blade a slight

turn.

The fear, pain and degradation was more than her mind could take.

Her conscious mind shut down, blocking out the brutality being inflicted on her body. She shoved her ass hard upon his cock as she softly whispered, "Fuck my ass, please fuck my ass, please fuck my ass, please . . ."

Her body movements became more rapid, as the volume of her voice increased. Rodger was forced to hold on her hips to prevent being knocked over backward. Debbie rocked back and forth, his cock entering her fully with a single stroke.

Rodger was lost in the sensation. He never imagined it would be this good. Her ass was so tight, his cock tingled with the friction. He felt as if his whole body was about to explode with pleasure.

He felt the pressure building up within him. And he knew he wouldn't be able to last much more. He wanted so much to come into her ass. He wanted to fill her ass up with his hot cum, and watch as it flowed back out.

But that wasn't part of the fantasy. And he had worked too hard, getting everything just right, to fuck it up now. Reluctantly he pulled his throbbing cock from her ass. Mindlessly, Debbie continued to slam herself upon a cock that wasn't there.

Rodger reached up and grabbed the chain around her neck. He pulled her around until her face was inches from his blood and feces covered cock. "Lick it," he ordered.

Without hesitation, Debbie pressed her lips against his shaft. Her tongue licked it from tip to base.

Shit, Rodger swore. Her tongue was driving him crazy. He felt as if he would cum any minute yet. But she wasn't done licking his cock clean. He reached down and squeezed his balls hard. The pain dampened his passion.

He allowed her to finish her task. Once his cock was clean enough, he pulled her face away. He felt a stab of pure pleasure, deep in his balls, as he gaze upon her face. Her lips and checks were smeared with blood and shit.

"Very good," he said. "Now suck it. And suck it hard."

He shoved his cock deep in her mouth. Grabbing her head, he moved

it back and forth, driving his cock down her throat.

"Suck it good, slut. Show me how sorry you are," he groaned.

Debbie started rocking on her knees again, like she did when he was

reaming her ass. Her eyes were vacant, and dry. Her movements purely reflexive.

She no longer felt the chain tighten around her neck, each time she stretched forward to take his entire length in her mouth. She no longer felt the burning pain in her rectum. She was no longer Debbie. Just a mindless thing to be ordered about, and used.

Rodger felt his cum rise within him. He knew he was supposed to pull out of her mouth at the last moment. And cum all over her face like he had earlier. But the pleasure was too much. He couldn't stop now.

It had never felt this good. Not with any of the other sluts he had forced to suck him off. Not even when he fantasized with his magazine. He let out a low moan, as his cum, like liquid fire, shot into the depths of her beautiful mouth.

No longer satisfied with Debbie's efforts, he grabbed her head, and slammed his cock repeatedly into the back of her mouth. Spurt, after spurt of hot cum exploded from his cock. And each time it did, pleasure, like he had never known before, tore through him, leaving him gasping for breath.

Finally spent, he pushed her away. His hand gently caressed his softening shaft as he watched Debbie's mouth continue to make sucking motions. He grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her head closer. He wiped his hands in her hair. And then, slowly, he wiped his cock, the silky texture of her hair sending small aftershocks down his cock to his balls.

Rodger smiled down at the still body. "Not bad, slut. Not bad at all." He reached for her tit, and pinched it hard. He was disappointed by the lack of response. "But you'll be a lot better next time."

"Next time?" Dale said. He had managed to crawl out from under, when Rodger had forced Debbie to suck his cock. "Next time? You're fucking crazy. You almost killed her. Shit, when they find out what we did to her. What you did to her! They'll lock us up and throw away the key."

"And who's gonna tell them?" Rodger asked as he got to his feet.

"Who's gonna tell them? You think Debbie enjoyed it so much, that

she'd keep it a secret?"

"She won't say a word. She knows what will happen to her if she did. No, I can't think of anyone who'd be stupid enough to open their mouth about what happened here tonight. No one except you."

Dale backed way. "I wouldn't say anything. I ain't that stupid."

"Good," Rodger replied. "Because, you're in this as deep as I am.

She sucked you off first. And your's was the first cock up her cunt. And when they come for me, you can bet your sweet ass, you'll be right there with me."

Rodger had moved until he stood in front of Dale. He fixed his clothes as he stared intently at the frightened boy. His hand flashed out, and caught Dale by the balls.

"And I promise you this. If I ever find out it was you who squealed, I tear your fucking cock off at the root. Even if I have to do with my teeth."

He squeezed hard. Dale screamed in pain. He tried to tear Rodger's hand from his groin, but only made it worse. He turned his head, and threw up. Rodger released his grasp, and laughed as Dale fell to the floor, clutching his testicles.

"Get dressed, and help me clean up in here," Rodger ordered as he went to where Debbie lay.

He used his knife to cut the ropes from her body. He removed the chain from around her neck, and the tape from around her wrists. All the time, she lay there, lifeless. He jammed his hand into her vagina, and smiled as her body twitched.

"Looks like you're still with us, slut. Good! Just remember. If you say a word to anyone, I'll kill you. And it won't be quick, either. First, I'll cut off your tits, and make you eat them piece by piece. And then, I'll cut you from your cunt to your ass, so you'll have one big hole to fuck."

He again jammed his hand in her cunt. "Do you hear me, bitch?" he shouted.

"Please, no more. No more," she whimpered.

Rodger laughed. "Good girl. I knew you'd be lots of fun. Can't

wait until we do this again."

The two boys quickly gathered up the stuff Rodger had brought. When Rodger started to leave, Dale protested, "We can't leave her here like that."

"You wanna be around when they see her like that?" Rodger asked, with a chuckle. "Don't worry. She'll be fine in a while. She can find her own way home. Comon, get you ass moving."

Reluctantly, Dale followed Rodger out of the shed. He glanced back to look at Debbie. "My God," he thought. "What have I gotten myself into?"

As the two boys walked home, Rodger couldn't remember the last time he had felt this good. He was flying high on the feelings he had just experienced. He still had a hard time believing everything went so perfectly.

After warning Dale again what would happen if he should mention anything to anyone, Rodger went home. When he arrived home, his mother was busy ironing his father's shirts. The old man was knocking back beer as he watched something on TV.

Rodger mumbled something about being tired, and went to his room.

He grabbed the magazine from its hiding place and opened it to the picture. His mind compared the printed image with the mental one from that evening. He tossed the magazine into the wastepaper basket. He didn't need shit like that any more. No sir. He had the real thing now. Even now, he could feel himself harden remembering.

He still didn't believe the electrifying pleasure he had experienced as he fucked her tight ass. And when she sucked his shit covered cock. But the best part was the absolute fear he had seen in her face. And the sense of absolute power he had felt. She had done anything he wanted. She had begged him to do it.

"Next time," he thought, "she'll know I don't fuck around, and she'll try even harder. And next time, it will be just her and me. That fucking fag, Dale nearly screwed everything up tonight.

But next time, it will be just the two of us. But I have to do it right this time. I have to figure out a way to make that bar for her legs. And maybe I could use a couple of those big metal clips on her nipples."

As he imagined Debbie helpless, he jerked off. He played the evening over in his mind, taking note of things that needed to be changed or improved for the next time. He wondered where he could get a riding crop. And he'd have to stop at the hardware store. He needed lots of chains to make everything perfect.