Linda felt her wrists burn. She wasn't quite awake, but the memory of what had happened in the last few hours was very real. She felt herself being pulled upward, then a tugging sensation on both ankles. Her legs were being pulled wide, very wide. Seconds later, her pelvis bones popped as she was forced into a spread-eagle position. Her heels barely touched the rough texture of the floor.
"Wha…" she groaned, her eyes fluttering open. It was dark in the room and she could barely make out Richard's form. "… Hurts."
Richard had again tied her wrists together and thrown the rope over the bare rafter. He had attached the other end to the bedstead.
Her legs were pulled wide, tied with ropes, the ends securely fastened to studs in the cracked walls. With her arms well over her head, it caused her breasts to press together, lift even higher than normal. Her pink nipples were almost touching her chin.
After examining his work, Richard walked over to the north window and opened the shutters, letting the moonlight cascade over her naked body. She was suddenly turned into a vision of creamy, Goddess like beauty. Her flesh took on the tone of ivory, and her hair became a darker red, almost seething.
He felt his cock stir, rise to his stomach. At the same time, the throbbing of the wound she had inflicted, on his temple, increased. The combination of pleasurable anticipation and real pain increased his animal like lust. He licked his lips, looking forward to the next few minutes.
She was a challenge, a beautiful challenge.
But he would break her.
Linda gave him a quick glance and felt her heart skip a beat. The dead like look in his eyes seemed to quicken, then glow. He looked like a savage animal with his blond hair sweeping about his angular face. The muscles in his body were tense, like those of a cat about to spring. His cock was so thick and large it looked like it would burst. The only flaw was the purplish gash on his temple, the dried blood on his neck. Yet that somehow added to his primitive sensuality.
The pain in her ankles and wrists became overshadowed with a fluttering of ecstasy in her cunt. She tried fighting it, to think of the humiliation he had inflicted, but it only made it worse. A tiny drop of pussy juice burned from her opening, glistening in the red-gold cunt hairs like a small, translucent pearl.
"No," she whispered, not to him, but her body. "No… please…"
"See this?" Richard said, pointing to the hair matted wound on his head. "You did this baby, and you're fucking gonna pay."
"I'm… sorry," Linda gasped, truly meaning it.
"That's right," Richard said, a demonic smile forming on his lips. "You're a sorry slut of a bitch."
Linda thought that he was going to slap her from the way he was looking, but instead, he leaned forward and brushed his lips over hers. It was the tenderest kiss she'd ever received.
Stunned, she felt her cunt tingle with excitement. His body was warm and inviting, the taste of his mouth sweet and masculine. The base of her spine twitched, sent a jerk forward.
"Ohhhhh," she whispered, now more afraid than ever. Was this the other end of the spectrum? He was showing her how gentle he could be, to emphasize just how terrible it would be? She bit her tongue, trapping another moan in her throat.
Richard stepped back and looked at her for a long while, his eyes trailing over her perfectly shaped body. At last, he reached down and picked up the blood splattered Coke bottle and gently tossed it from hand to hand, his eyes still on her.
"You hit me with this," he said simply. "You could have killed me."
"I… I wanted to," Linda said, not knowing why she dared.
"Now, that's not nice," Richard, said, as if speaking to a slightly backward child who had forgotten to take out the trash. "Not nice at all."
Linda was about to say something else, but the crashing sound of splintering glass choked the words back in her throat. Richard had grabbed the neck of the bottle and slammed the end of it against a battered chest of drawers. He lifted the bottleneck up and twisted it around slowly, letting the moonlight catch the jagged pieces. He stood there for a long while, watching her horrified expression. Slowly, he moved closer, lowered the broken bottle to her breasts.
"God… don't!" Linda screamed, terror sweeping into her mind like a crashing wave. "Don't!"
"Move an inch, baby, and this tit is gonna look like hamburger. Mmmmmm, and do I love hamburger."
Linda froze, afraid even to breathe. She closed her eyes and waited for the splinters of glass to sear into her flesh, rip out her heart. Time seemed to stand still, and she could actually hear his heartbeat. At last, she opened her eyes and saw that he had moved away, was grinning like the Devil, himself.
"You bastard!" she shrieked, rage overpowering her fear. "You mother fucking bastard!"
To her amazement, Richard threw his head back and began laughing. He placed the broken bottle on the dresser and neared her again. He then grabbed her savagely and bit down on her mouth like a striking snake. His tongue jabbed between her teeth and curled upward, sliding over the roof of her mouth.
"You're good," he murmured into her mouth. "God, you're the best. A real, fucking wild cat."
"You pig!" Linda screamed, jerking her head to one side. She spit. "I'd… I'd rather kiss a pig than you!"
"That might be arranged," Richard grinned. "But not right now. I've got some other tricks up my sleeve."
He walked over to the corner of the room and picked up a khaki colored knapsack. As he fumbled inside, Linda heard the gentle clinking of metal on metal. Her heart froze.
Richard threw the knapsack, down and walked back over, a pair of pliers in his right hand. Without warning, he opened the serrated jaws and clamped them over her left breast. At the same time, he gobbled down on her right tit, sucking the nipple between his bared teeth.
"Jesusssssss!" Linda cried out. How was it possible for anything to be so delicious, so horrible at the same time? One breast was on fire, the other bathed in pulling warmth. It was as if half her body were climaxing, while the other half was being eaten alive. She inhaled and spat out another scream of agony, ecstasy.
"Oh… sweet screams," Richard murmured, lapping his tongue over the swollen mound. He drew his tongue to her armpit, then back to her nipple. "Mmmmmm, you like this, baby?" he whispered, increasing the pressure of the pliers.
Linda could only gurgle. Then, when she felt him remove the pliers, her entire body tingled with pleasure. She thought idiotically of the joke about the boy who kept hitting himself in the head with a hammer, and asked why, that it felt so good when he stopped. Pleasure intensified in her cunt.
Richard licked across her chest, to her bruised nipple. Gently, he sucked the rubbery tip into his mouth and caressed it with his tongue. He felt it pulsate like a cunt.
"Big… sweet tits," he murmured, placing the cold metal of the pliers against her other breast. When she flinched, he slipped the jaws over the glistening nipple, then clamped them shut. "Mmmmmm, scream your sweet life away, baby," he gasped, biting into her flesh with both the instrument and his teeth.
"Aieeeeeee!" Linda shrieked, buckling. Pain and pleasure flooded her body, leaving her limp.
"Want some cock to go along with this?" Richard whispered. "Feel this?" he asked, gyrating his hips, rolling the tip of his cock into her furry, slick cunt opening. "Want it? Hmmmm, want to get fucked and hurt at the same time?"
"No… yes… no… yes," Linda stammered, not knowing herself what it would take to relieve the delicious agony.
Richard pumped his ass forward, digging the tip of his swollen cock inside her pussy. His move was so quick, so forceful, his balls slapped between her legs and hit the crack of her ass.
"Ohhhh… yesssssss!" Linda screamed out. Her insides turned to butter, then seemed to explode. Her pussy lips worked around the base of his cock like a starving mouth, sucking some of the bristles into her puckered membranes. "Fuck me! Goddamn… you… fuck me!"
Richard withdrew his prick quickly, then hammered, back inside. The force of his move caused her body to rock violently, her arms and legs to stretch against the ropes. She screamed out again, her cry a savage mixture of torture end delicious ecstasy.
"Take it, whore," Richard grunted, dropping the pliers to the floor. He grabbed both her breasts and shoved them together. When the nipples buzzed as one, he chewed, around both projections, wetting them with his flickering tongue. "Screw it," he panted. "Fuck it right to your asshole!"
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Linda yelled out as another thundering spasm of climax gripped her cunt like a greasy, probing fist. "All the way in… full… cum… stick… it to… me…"
As she babbled incoherently, Richard used his full strength to fuck her. Soon his ass was bobbing back and forth in a fleshy blur, the sounds of his smacking mouth filling the room. His loins tightened, then throbbed with agony.
"Gonna… cum," he growled, "… blow your pussy to… pieces, you cock loving… bitch…"
As flesh smacked flesh, their passionate groans became louder, they both felt his prick expand, stretch her pussy opening to the breaking point. Then, when he gave a heave forward, his insides exploded, sending a hot shower of milky cum into her cunt.
"Fuckkkkkk!" he gasped, locking his mouth firmly around both tits, tearing his teeth into the pink, rubbery nipples.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Linda wailed, her own climax thundering into her body with full force.
They molded themselves together, cock in cunt, fingers digging into soft flesh, for several long moments while Richard emptied the bulk of his load deeply into her pussy. At last, he pulled away and lowered his hands to her rounded, firm ass. He jabbed her forward as he drilled his middle fingers into her shitter hole, and thrust in the final glob of molten cunt.
Linda slumped, feeling as if her heart would burst. She'd never known such raw pleasure before, probably never would again. And it was in that moment that something changed.
He had taken her, defiled her, violated her.
And yet, even when she screamed to both him and to herself that she hated it, she knew that she didn't. She loved it. She craved it.
"Oh… Richard," she gasped, "I… I…"
"Don't say it," the boy interrupted. "I'll make you regret it, I swear I will."
"I… want you again," she said.
"By God, I'll break you!" Richard stormed.
"I want you to," Linda said weakly, "but…"
"But what?" the boy asked, squinting his eyes.
"I don't think you can. I don't think anyone can," Linda said, knowing it was a challenge she threw to him.
Richard's face turned purple with rage. He loathed that bitch, but more, he loathed himself. She seemed to be in control. Shit… she was in control!
"Don't you worry your sweet ass, lady," he said evenly. "I'll break you. Oh… God, will I break you."
He walked away from her and sat in the corner, out of sight from her. He seemed to be in a trance for at least five minutes, not moving at all, his eyes on the small of her back. Slowly, a smile formed on his face. Had Linda seen that smile, she certainly wouldn't have been as sure of her earlier statement.
He stood up and again fumbled in the knapsack. He withdrew a length of chain, about four feet long. The links were about the size of a quarter. He wrapped the chain about his forearm and walked around her.
Linda looked down at the chain and felt horror creep over her body like a million, tiny animals. Was he going to beat her into submission? She could almost taste the sting of the metal.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Gonna start you up like a lawn mower," Richard said, smiling. "Ever been chain fucked?"
He wasn't making any sense, or rather, she didn't want to have him make sense. The chain seemed like some horrible snake coiled around his arm.
She shook her head.
"Actually I've never done it either," Richard said, letting the chain unravel, clink against the top of her thigh. "It will be a learning experience for us both."
He caressed her with the metal links, draping them around her waist. The tip of it slipped down to the crack of her ass, sending a shiver up her spine.
"Your gonna love this, baby," Richard said.
"No… don't," Linda gasped, terror filling her eyes.
Richard took the end of the chain and pressed the first link into the crack of her ass. Then slipping his middle finger through the center, he squeezed the metal inside her shitter. As it gouged into her asshole, he nuzzled his cock into the glistening patch of cunt hair.
Linda screamed out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. The warmth of his prick, combined with the coolness of the metal left her stunned. An enormous pressure began building in her guts.
"Oh… this is good," Richard said, thrusting in another link of the chain. At the same time, he pushed in another two inches of his cock. "Like it, whore?" he asked.
Linda couldn't deny the fact that she did. The two links of chain were hard, like a cock, and matched with the stiffness of his prick, her pussy and shitter seemed to mold together. When he pushed in a third, then a fourth link, however, the pleasure lessened, replaced by a gnawing ache.
"Let's see just how much this little butt of yours can take," the boy said, inching in another two links.
Real pain shot into Linda's body, causing her to flinch. The ropes at her wrists, and ankles strained, causing her flesh to burn, turn white. She jerked her head back and forth as she screamed out in agony.
"Stop! Stop!" she cried out. "It's… killing me!"
Instead of stopping, Richard pushed in another link. At the same time, he withdrew his cock about half way, then shoved in the full length. When his nuts pressed against the bottom of her crack, he released the chain, letting it hang between her, legs. Slowly, he began fucking in and out, sending the chain to moving like a pendulum. Occasionally, it slapped his balls, and backs of her knees like a whip.
"Take it, baby," he whispered, burying his face between her breasts. "Screw it into both holes."
Although pain still burned into her body, Linda found her ass muscles twitching around the chain. Without wanting it, she felt another link suck inside her. Again she cried out with anguish. She jerked her ass to one side and felt the end of the chain whip up in the air, then sting the side of her thigh.
"Ohhhhhhh," she groaned, her voice barely audible.
Richard humped into her cunt savagely and grabbed for her hips to keep her from moving. He took her rubbery nipples between his teeth and bit down hungrily.
"The best," he gurgled. "Fuck… the… best…"
As the sensations of pressure, fucking and pain thundered into her body, Linda felt another surge of pleasure burn around her oozing cunt. Her head dropped suddenly and she inhaled the fragrance of Richard's hair. Slowly, she darted the tip of her tongue into the wiry masses, then pulled several strands between her teeth. Her climax grew with lightning speed, burst savagely around the base of his prick.
"Ohhhhhh!" she screamed, flinching with burning release.
"Take it, bitch," Richard growled, gripping the middle of the chain. "Take it… now!"
As he screamed out the last word, he yanked out the links of chain with one jerk. And although it was a quick move, for Linda it seemed to take an eternity. As each link stretched, then slipped through the rim of pursed muscle stabs of fiery pain burst around her opening. Instead, of six or seven links, it seemed like a million.
She threw her head to one side and gave a long, silent shriek, her face contorted with agony. Yet, through it all, ecstasy exploded with the torture. Her climax peaked violently, bathed in anguish, then subsided to a dull throb. At the same time, she felt the room spin, then grow dark.
In a state of semi-consciousness, she felt Richard's cock expand, then spit cum into her cunt. The juices burned backward, collected, then sloshed around his spearing prick. Moment's later, thick, oozing masses of jism rolled down the insides of her thighs. With the final punch of his cock, Linda's world seemed to exist no longer.
"Baby, baby, baby," Richard gasped, plunging in and out of her pussy with the last of his strength. He then felt her body slump, and lifted his face to hers. He planted a long, lingering kiss on her open mouth. "Sweet… cunt," he murmured, then stepped back.
When his energy returned, he untied the end of the rope and let it slip over the rafter. As it did, Linda fell to the floor in a heap, her legs still stretched wide. The boy then untied the ropes from her ankles and picked her up. He placed her on the bed, then put her arms behind her back and tied her wrists and ankles together. Gently, he pushed her to one side and lay beside her. Carefully, he pushed her slack-jawed mouth down on his cock.
Linda stirred. She gave a soft, gurgling moan and pursed her lips. As consciousness crept back into her mind, she became aware of the acrid taste of jism. She inhaled deeply and nuzzled her nose into the boy's crotch hairs. She felt his balls buzz against the hollow of her throat.
"That's a good girl," Richard said, stroking her hair. "Suck just like that the rest of the night. No more hurting you, baby. Just some long sucking."
Linda shivered with pleasure, then tried to grab for his ass. When she felt the wiry hemp cut into her wrists and ankles, her eyes fluttered open, then widened.
"A… what happened?" she murmured, spitting his cock from her mouth. "Where… am I?"
"You're in bed with me," Richard grinned. "I fucked you into oblivion, sweetheart."
Linda remembered everything then, but most of all, the horrible pain. She began trembling, her throat tightening. She had thought there must be a limit to degradation, but she knew she was wrong. What new torture did he have in mind?
"What are you going to do?" she groaned, tugging against the ropes that bound her hands to her feet.
"Why, baby, I'm just gonna lay here and let you eat my cock all night," Richard said, stroking the peach colored hair that, cascaded over her shoulders. "Not more tricks except that," he added. "You'll need your strength for tomorrow."
"Why?" Linda asked, her voice quivering.
"I'll let it be a surprise," Richard said, nuzzling his cockhead back between her lips. "Now just suck away. And remember, the better you eat, the more cum you'll get."
Although Linda was repulsed, she couldn't control the hunger in her throat. His prick was just too big and delicious. She nibbled to the hairy root and twisted her head around. An immediate flutter of pleasure lapped at her cunt hole.
"Mmmmmm," she gurgled, wallowing her tongue over the stiff shaft of meat.
"Like that, don't you?" Richard grinned, humping his ass up and down. "Well, so do I, baby. I just love the fuck out of your sweet, cocksucking mouth…"
Linda worked her lips up and down his shaft with growing speed, feeling his cock grow even thicker, longer. Moments later, she felt the tiny cum-hole ooze out a warm drop of liquid. She sucked it into her throat and felt the heat warm her esophagus. She increased her efforts, wanting more of the delicious tasting juice.
"That's it, baby," Richard said, flinching. He placed both large hands behind her head and crammed her face into his crotch. "Almost… there," he panted.
Linda's mouth was suddenly flooded with creamy cum. The juice boiled into her cheeks, swept through her teeth, then rolled into the back of her throat. As the lava like juices melted into her stomach, her own climax burst savagely around her pussy opening. She flinched and screamed around the base of his cock.
"Suck… it all, whore," Richard grunted, heaving his prick upward, planting the bulk of his load between her tonsils. "Every fucking… bit…"
"Mmmmmmfffff," Linda gurgled, feeling twin streams of jism ooze from the corners of her mouth and wet her cheeks. Another spasm of climax drilled into her cunt. She cried out again, causing a mixture of cum and air to rattle in the back of her throat.
"That's… fine," Richard said, relaxing. "You're a good cocksucker. But maybe you'd better practice some more. I'll be bringing in more prick for you to eat tomorrow."
Linda was only vaguely aware of his words. Something about more prick. Oh well, tomorrow would be another day. She nestled her face between his thighs and closed her eyes.
She fell asleep, her mouth working hungrily around his cock.
Richard lay there and looked at the ceiling, a cruel smile on his parted lips.