Linda knew she was being followed. Her plans were in the final stages, and she congratulated herself on her success. She had begun by confronting Richard at every opportunity, although she made certain there was always a crowd nearby, for protection. She had made remarks, just in earshot of the boy that she would have never before dared.
"Oh, here comes that Richard," she had said to a group of her girlfriends. "You knew why they don't call him Dick? Because he doesn't have one!"
Richard had taken her comments in stunned silence at first, but lately he had looked at her with cool detachment, as if he were planning something.
He was, and he failed.
Like a rocket launching, Linda planned her own moves. When she was to walk home, she made sure some friends of hers, or her brother, met her near the old, abandoned house, where it would be easy for an assault. Once, she had seen Richard behind the bushes just before five of her friends showed up. She enjoyed the momentary terror she had felt, wondering if she would, indeed, be alone, then became thrilled with victory when he'd stepped back into the shadows at the sounds of the giggling voices.
"Sorry we're late," her girlfriend said, repeating her line.
"Oh, that's OK," Linda, said loudly. "What could possibly happen to me?"
"Well, you know that Richard Wilder has been giving you the eye," the girl repeated from memory.
"Oh, him?" Linda said. "He wouldn't know what to do to a girl if he found one. All bark and no bite."
As the girls laughed and walked down the sidewalk, Linda thought she heard a choke in the bushes. She joined in the laughter. Power was sweet.
And she could wait for that one on one confrontation. In fact, she planned on inviting him to her house next Saturday for a small party. There, they could agree to stop playing games and do exactly what they both wanted to do. And besides, her brother and his friends, and her friends, would be there in the event anything went wrong.
Yes, she had covered her tracks.
Like all plans, however, it had a flaw. Linda had counted on the basic goodness of humanity, even of Richard. The boy wasn't about to let humiliation go unpunished. She had made fun of him in front of his buddies, even those stupid, giggling girls.
And he would get even.
Linda checked the locks on the doors and placed her books on the kitchen table. Mike was still at football practice and wouldn't be home for a couple of hours. She wasn't about to take any chances now, as Saturday was just three days away. And she planned on asking Richard to the party tomorrow.
She mounted the stairs to her room and walked inside, slipping out of her skirt and blouse. She then stood before the full-length mirror and studied her features.
Richard just might have his big hands right here, she mused, touching her firm, ripened breasts. She pulled her bra off and let it drop to the floor at her feet. As the tiny, pink nipples pushed upward, she cupped her tits and lowered her face. Slowly, she swirled her tongue over the rubbery buds.
"Mmmmmm, and he'll suck my tits and then shove that big, hard cock in me and…"
Her voice became a croak with the jangling of the telephone. Feeling somewhat ashamed, she padded over and answered it.
"Hello," she said.
"This is Coach Barnes. May I speak with Mr. or Mrs. Whitman?" the voice said.
"They're not here," Linda, answered. "Why? Is anything wrong?"
There was a pause at the other end of the line.
"This is Linda. His sister," Linda said quickly. "Is anything wrong with Mike?"
"Look, there's probably nothing to worry about," the voice said reluctantly. "He's down at Hastings Memorial for a check-up."
"The hospital! What happened?"
"Oh, it's his neck," came the answer. "But it's probably not serious."
"Not serious! Oh… my God," Linda said. She didn't like the tone on the other end of the line. It wasn't right. She had to practically pull the information out of him. It must be serious. She could see Mike lying in some room, perhaps dying. "Oh… God," she repeated, throwing on her clothes.
She raced down, the stairs and through the kitchen. She fumbled with the lock, then tore open the door.
Richard Wilder stood in front of her, a vampire-like smile on his face.
Linda was about to fly into him with full rage, to scream for him to let her pass, but as her lips parted, the world seemed to explode. She remembered the sound of flesh smacking flesh, then the biting pain as she fell back against the table. Her head hit the floor and as she looked up, she saw the ceiling spin. Darkness mercifully surrounded her, then nothing.
"Mike?" she asked later, feeling as if she were in thick syrup, trying to run down a long corridor. "Mike… where are you?"
She felt pain, horrible pain. It was like tiny animals were biting at her wrists and ankles. Her jaw was throbbing, and when she touched her back teeth with the tip of her tongue, she felt a burning sensation. At last, her eyes fluttered open.
She looked around the darkened room, her gaze taking in the peeling wallpaper, the cracked ceiling. She lowered her glance and saw that she was tied to an old bed, her naked body lying on a filthy, damp mattress. To her right, sitting in a chair in the dark, was the outline of a person.
"Who…?" she asked, feeling her head pound as she spoke.
"Hello," the voice said. "You ready to begin?"
"Huh?" Linda asked, unable to focus, understand. "My brother is in the hospital. I've got to go to him!"
"Oh?" the voice said. "You mean something to do with his neck?"
Reality slapped Linda in the face, just as Richard had.
"Richard?" she asked, feeling terror rise in her throat.
"One and the same," Richard said, standing. "Welcome to my, uh, little home away from home."
Linda now knew where she was. The old, abandoned house just down the street from where she lived. Richard had brought her there with that phone call, that horrible phone call!
"Then Mike is OK?" she asked.
"I don't really give a rat's ass," Richard said. "But I guess so. He was still bumping heads the last time I saw him."
Linda felt like an idiot. She tried to jump off the bed, but she was held tight. The slightest move caused her flesh to burn where the ropes were. She shot the boy a pleading look and tried to smile. When she saw his expression, she flinched, her mouth dropping open.
"I heard through the grapevine you were giving a little party on Saturday," Richard said, sitting down on the bed. "Since you didn't invite me, I thought we could have one of our own. Tonight. Mmmmmmm, baby, all night."
Linda's voice froze in her throat. What was he going to do? And that look in his eye, like a dead animal!
"You have such a pretty body," Richard said softly, almost tenderly. Then his voice hardened. "Too bad I'm gonna have to do this to you. Too bad for you, that is. Very good for me."
"No," Linda gasped. "Don't."
Richard stroked her long, red hair then quickly raised his hand. He slapped her so hard, her head smacked her left shoulder. Immediately, he slapped her again, leaving his handprint on her jaw. He then grabbed her mouth and squeezed his fingers into the soft, yielding flesh. He lowered his face down so close to hers she could see only one eye.
"You don't ever tell me what to do, bitch," he spat. He released his hand and slapped her again. "Bitch!" he growled.
Linda tried to scream, but couldn't. Only a gurgling sound escaped her bleeding lips. He was crazy! He looked like he could… kill her!
Richard got off the bed and began undressing casually, almost as if he were alone, not even giving her a glance. When he was completely naked, he spread his legs wide and folded his arms over his chest.
"Wha-what are you going to do?" Linda asked, not recognizing her own voice.
"Oh, baby," Richard cooed, leaning over the bed, looking her in the eye, "it's not what I'm going to do, but what you're going to do."
He straddled her middle and held his rock-hard cock down with both hands, aiming the tip of it against her face. He then placed his right hand behind her head and pushed her face closer to his crotch.
"You're gonna eat my cock," the boy said. "And you're gonna love it, aren't you?"
"No!" Linda said, anger creeping into her voice.
"Then I guess I'll just have to fuck your mouth," Richard said, plunging his cockhead into her mouth. He stabbed fully inward until his crotch hairs scraped her upper lip and chin. His balls throbbed in the hollow, of her throat. "Like… this," he grunted, squirming his ass around.
"Mmmmffffff!" Linda choked, feeling vomit steam in the back of her throat. She tried to struggle free, but it was useless, even if she weren't tied down. He was just too big and strong. Too big.
His cock was even longer, thicker than Mike's, she realized. It filled her throat entirely, completely cutting off her air. And those balls! As big and hard as unripened peaches. They buzzed against her flesh like the tongue of an angry snake.
"Suck it, you little cocksucking tease," Richard growled, withdrawing his prick, then hammering it back inside her mouth. "Lick me… good, and I'll give you all the cum you want to eat…"
Linda was both horrified and fascinated at the same time. She remembered how he looked standing beside the bed just before he straddled her. From her angle, he looked almost ten feet tall, his muscular frame glistening with sweat, setting off every hard, delicious looking angle. The shock of blond hair seemed even lighter, causing his steel blue eyes to flash. His expression had been hard, cruel, the muscles in his jaw working rhythmically. He looked like an angry, Greek God.
His cock seemed at first sour, but as her spit wet it, she tasted the residue of cum and dried piss. She hated herself for admitting it, but the way the flavor etched the back of her throat, she was actually looking forward to the masses of milk cum to spurt into her mouth!
If she had any ideas of enjoying it at all, however, Richard was seeing to it that she didn't. As he jabbed his cock violently in and out of her throat, he yanked and pulled at her hair. He drove his knees into her armpits wildly, bounced his ass up and down over her tits until her nipples ached.
"Eat it, bitch," he grunted, grabbing her head with both hands and slamming her face savagely into his crotch. He could feel his shaft sink downward, into her throat, feel his hairs grind into her nostrils. "Gobble out my cum and gargle it down, fuck face!"
Linda pulled on the ropes that held her hands, trying desperately to free herself. He'd tied the knots, however, so that pressure made them tighten. Her fingers began to swell and ache, turn purple.
If I could get free, she thought, I would dig my nails into your body and rip your flesh from your bones, you asshole. I'd… I'd grab that pumping little ass and… and…
"Unhhhhhh!" she cried out, feeling a convulsive stab of pleasure jar her cunt.
"Hurt?" Richard grunted, misinterpreting her reaction. "Well, good, you little cocksucking whore. I'm gonna make you hurt so good…"
Linda could almost feel the hairy texture of his muscular ass. Her palms began to itch, begging to cup those small, tight cheeks, to dig inside that crack feel the greasy shit hole. She would press him harder, try to eat his entire body inside her throat.
She gave a muffled groan as another thundering spasm of raw, climax tore into her guts. She bucked, lifting herself off the bed. Then, as the peaking sensations ripped at her cunt like claws, she chewed down on the bristles at the root of his pulsating cock.
"Goddamn… you," Richard gasped, realizing that she was having an orgasm, and not in pain. "You fucking, cum licking slut!"
Linda wailed out again, freezing in a paroxysm of pure, delicious ecstasy. She then fell back, gasping over his cock. Her insides had turned to melted butter, her thighs were slick with warm juices. Her delicate pussy lips were fluttering, smacking around her aching, clit like her mouth was doing around his prick.
"You… fucking like this, don't you?" Richard growled. "You cock-loving whore!" he thundered.
"Mmmmmmm," Linda gurgled, wallowing her tongue around his shaft.
Richard yanked his cock from her pursed lips and let his shaft slap his stomach. He then inched himself backwards and watched his cockhead swell, throb.
"Your not getting it, you scumbag," he grunted.
"Please," Linda said, eyeing his cock, knowing from the base of it pulsated that his cum load was bubbling upward from his nuts. "Let me eat it. God… I've got to have it!"
Richard blew his load on her tits while he watched her tortured expression. The wads of cum were like acid against her flesh, almost eating into her pores. And each wasted drop those that should have boiled down her throat, made the itch inside the cunt unbearable. She struggled with ropes, ignoring the flashes of binding pain that shot up and down her arms. "Look at it whore," Richard said, grinning wickedly. "Look at what you are missing."
"Please," Linda whimpered. "Let me… have it… please…"
"Oh your gonna have it, baby. But not the way you want. The way I want," the boy said, his voice cruel.
Linda was only vaguely aware of his words. Nothing mattered but those delicious juices, how they would taste going down her throat. Her body flinched with another itchy climax, one that almost exploded, but didn't. It held itself there, just at the border of pleasure, refused to go over.
"I… I want it!" she begged.
"You'll take my way," Richard grunted, heaving out the last of his load. He exhaled loudly, then he sat down on her jism coated breasts. He worked his ass around, then squirmed upward, rolling his ass over her face. "This way, bitch," he gasped. "Lick it out of my asshole."
When Linda felt the grinding, hairy flesh over her lips she never felt more humiliated in her life. Not only was he making her beg for it, he was making her suck it out of his shitter! She bared her teeth and sank them into the tender membranes of his asshole.
"You… filthy bitch!" Richard roared, feeling a stab of pain. He jabbed his full weight down on her face, releasing the flesh from her teeth.
Humiliation melted to pure, raw pain for Linda. He was bouncing over her face like a crazed animal, slinging his cooling cum over her lips and cheeks. The wiry hairs at his asshole scraped into her flesh, stinging like barbed wire.
"Lick it!" Richard commanded reaching behind him and cupping her cunt with his right hand. He tugged at her clit, almost pulling it off. "Eat it, I said. Goddamn you… eat!" Linda had no choice but to obey. She darted her tongue out and ran the tip of it over the coarse texture of his hairy, cum coated asshole. As she became exhausted, and eased her efforts, he would again pull on her clit. Quickly she would stab her tongue back into the crack of his shitter. Finally, he pulled away, gasping for air.
"Me… are you finished?" Linda said, unable even to look at him. The smell of raw masculinity billowed around her face, soaked into her nostrils. Again she felt like vomiting.
"Just beginning," Richard said. "You're a challenge, baby."
"And you are a bastard," Linda said. "I… I hate you!"
"I don't hear the sound of any hearts breaking, whore," Richard said.
"I hate you!" Linda spat out again.
"I know," Richard grinned. "That's why it's going to be so much fun."
What else could he do to her? He had slapped her around, made her suck him, eat cum out of his asshole, been tied up. The limit of human degradation surely had been reached.
Later, Linda, herself, would have laughed at those thoughts.