Linda walked into the darkened house and paused in the hallway. When her eyes had adjusted to the dark, she took a few steps inside. As she neared the bed where she had been a captive, she felt her knees weaken.
The room took on new perspective, flooded in the moonlight. It didn't appear dirty and dank at all. Instead, it seemed to engulf her with warmth, purity. She walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.
The ropes were still attached to the frame. Those sweet, strong ropes that held her. She lifted the end of one of the lengths and pressed it to her lips.
She could smell… him, almost feel his presence.
She looked around the room, studying the dark corners. She could see his face in every shadow. Instead of frightening her, however, she felt a sense of relief. He was that kind of person, she realized, one who left part of him wherever he went.
She lay back on the gritty mattress and could almost feel human warmth. She caressed the coarse texture of the material and shivered. Her fingers touched a damp area.
Was it part of him?
"Oh… Richard," she whispered. "I… I love you."
She scooted up further on the mattress and rubbed her bare ankles against the rope. She threw her arms out and gave another moan, mentioning his name.
She didn't know how long she lay there before she was aware that she wasn't alone. It wasn't just a memory of a presence, but a presence, itself. Her hearing became more acute and her heart skipped a beat. She was suddenly frightened. It could be anyone in here with her.
A shadow moved slightly, then she saw the ivory color of moon-bathed flesh. An arm.
"Who's… there?" she gasped.
"Richard," the voice answered. "I was waiting for you to leave," he added, coming from the shadows.
"Oh… Richard!" Linda cried out, scurrying off the bed and falling into his arms. "Why would you ever want to leave?" she demanded.
"Because I've hurt you and I… I didn't want to," the boy said, his voice barely audible.
Linda knew that he wanted to say more, that he might, perhaps, regret it. She stilled his voice with a long, lingering kiss, taking him in her arms.
"Let's not talk," she murmured into his mouth. "Let's just take it as it is."
"You… mean…?"
"I'm as confused as you are, probably," Linda said. "But there's one thing I'm certain of. And that's my… feeling for you."
"I thought you hated me," Richard said. "You said…"
"People say a million things," Linda said. "Now, shut up," she added, affection in her voice.
They crushed their bodies together, melting into each other's arms. Slowly, they moved toward the bed and fell down, Richard squirming on top of her body. He quickly undressed her, then tugged at his own clothes. As they lay there in the moonlight, their perfectly formed bodies pale on the mattress, they exchanged a kiss. It was gentle at first, but soon turned into pure savagery.
"I'm going to take you," he grunted, chewing on her lower lip. "I'm going to take you… hard."
"And I want it that way," Linda said, reaching for the ropes. "Tie me up and… do it," she gasped, her face flushing with pleasure.
Richard fumbled with the ropes, jerking them around her wrists and ankles. When she was secure, writhing beneath him, he thrust his body down, tearing the tip of his rock-hard cock into her churning pussy. He entered her with one stab, feeling her insides mold around his shaft like a mouth.
"Take it, you… wonderful little bitch," he growled. "Take me inside you."
Linda's body responded instantly, her cunt clawing at his cock with convulsions. She jerked her ass upward and screamed, her pent up emotions bursting.
"Aieeeeeee!" she shrieked, jabbing her fingernails into her palms, feeling electric-like jolts of pain shoot up her arms. "Fuck… fuck me, you big… Goddamned bull!"
Richard withdrew his prick and hammered back inside. As he did, he bit down on her breasts like a striking cobra, tearing his teeth into the delicate flesh. When the rubbery nipples pulsated against the roof of his mouth, he felt his nuts throb with delicious pressure. He had to flex the muscles at the base of his shaft to hold back the flood of cum boiling in his loins.
"Oh… shit… will it always be this good?" he gasped, clutching her body, digging his fingers into her soft, yielding flesh.
"Yes," Linda said. Another massive spasm of raw pleasure exploded around her cunt opening, causing her muscles to tug on his shaft. "God… yesssssss!" she screamed.
"Fuck me, you little slut," Richard grunted. "Move your ass. Mean it!"
Linda bucked and writhed until she thought her muscles would tear. She yanked against the ropes, feeling her wrists and ankles burn. It was like tiny animals were biting into her skin. The pain, however, was part of her greater pleasure. She experienced another thundering convulsion of pure, raw release.
As she screamed, she felt his prick expand, totally fill her insides. She could almost see the massive globs of cum burst from his nuts, throb up the underside of his shaft. As her cunt lips buzzed, her orgasm peaked again, causing her insides to become a vacuum.
"Now… God, now!" Richard cried out, freezing as the first of his molten cum blasted into her guts. He held himself there for a split second, then began pounding in and out with his full strength. "Screw… it… here! Unh… here! Fuck… way up… here!"
As the streams of volcanic like cum churned into her guts, Linda felt even more fantastic surges of ecstasy. It seemed as if they would never stop, that she would be writhing like this for the rest of her life.
Later, when her energies were spent, she fell back, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. She kissed the side of Richard's neck and smiled.
"Let me tie you up," she whispered. "My turn."
"Me?" Richard chuckled. "How do I know I can trust you?"
"You don't," Linda grinned. "Doesn't that make it exciting?"
"Well…" he began pulling away.
"Untie me, you bastard," Linda commanded playfully.
"OK," he said, doing as she asked.
When he was finished, he plopped down on the mattress and threw his arms and legs out.
"I've been waiting for this moment," Linda said, a dark look of hunger flashing in her eyes.
"Wha what are you going to do?" Richard asked suddenly. Was this an O'Henry ending? Had she led him to believe that she really cared, only to… God, he didn't want to think about it.
"Mmmmm, I guess I could do some of the things you did to me," Linda said, forcing coldness in her voice.
"Huh?" Richard said, licking his lips. He pulled against the bonds, but she had done too good a job.
She reached down and grasped the length of chain he had thrust up her asshole just a few hours before. Slowly, she let it swing back and forth.
"I could start you like a lawn mower," she whispered. She dropped the chain and picked up the pair of pliers. "Or maybe I could clamp your sweet nuts in these little jaws. Would you like that?"
"Don't… Linda," he began, hoping she wasn't serious.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "Dish it out, but can't take it?"
"OK, I deserve it," the boy said, his voice just above a whisper.
Linda dropped the pliers with a dull, metallic clink and crawled onto the bed. She knelt between his muscular, hairy thighs and lowered her face to his crotch.
"I'll torture you another way," she murmured. "I'm going to lick and suck you all over. Hours and hours."
Richard should have been relieved, but he wasn't. As his body tightened with anticipation, he felt her swirling tongue move over his stomach. He jerked against the ropes.
"Don't!" he gasped. "Use the chain, or the pliers, but don't… do that…"
"Mmmmmmm, yes," Linda whispered.
She began a slow assault, covering every square inch of his body with her warm, searching tongue. She touched his armpits, his shoulders, ran her mouth over his legs, took each toe separately. And each time her moist lips brushed over his taut flesh, she felt him jerk with anguished pleasure.
"Do it," he begged over and over. "I… I can't stand it, baby. Suck me, fuck me, do… anything!"
Slowly, she lapped her mouth, over the end of his cock and gulped the full length of his shaft into the back of her throat. She had barely gotten to the wiry bristles at the base of his prick when his cockhead exploded, showering her tonsils with creamy warmth.
"Linda… God… Linda," the boy choked. "You're good. God… you're good!"
Linda bowed before him like he was some sort of God. She paid her homage with her lips, her mouth, her throat. Her fingers moved over his body, touched the ropes at his wrists, then brushed over his chest. She felt his heartbeat vibrate into her flesh.
"We were meant for each other," she whispered.
"It was bound to happen," Richard said, looking into her eyes.
"Bound… for pleasure," Linda said, touching his flesh.