Chapter 4
After a few minutes, Paul got up from Sue, leaving her gasping weakly for breath. Lifting her head, she looked up as he towered at the foot of the bed, his now limp cock dripping juices tinged pink with her virgin blood.
"Let me go," she pleaded weakly.
Paul shook his head, obviously pleased with her helplessness. "I'm not done with you yet. You've just begun to learn your lesson."
She watched him fearfully as he moved around the room, not bothering to dress. He got a Polaroid camera from the closet and studied her carefully. Finally, standing on one side of her, he began to line up a shot.
"What are you doing?" Sue's voice caught in her throat. She could feel their mingled juices on her cunt and thighs drying to a sticky consistency.
Paul cocked the camera. "Insuring your cooperation in the future."
The flash blinded Sue, making her turn her head away. "Wh ... what are you doing?" she asked again, futilely struggling against her ropes.
Paul moved toward her feet and focused the camera again. "I wonder how your boss would feel if he received these pictures of you?"
"You're mad!" Sue struggled harder against the cruel ropes as a flashbulb popped at her again, flooding her with light.
Paul peeled off the second picture and studied it carefully, then moved to the foot of the bed. "You are going to be my slave." The camera flashed again as he took a picture from the foot of the bed straight up into her naked cunt. With her head raised to watch him, Sue was staring down between the flattened mounds of her breasts. A few wisps of her pubic hair, darkened and sticky with come, stuck up over the slight rise of her belly.
"You wouldn't dare show him those pictures."
"Why wouldn't I? Ah, that's a good one. Shows your face perfectly and leaves nothing to the imagination."
Sue suddenly became aware of what she was doing and turned her head aside as he prepared to snap the next shot. "You bastard," she said to the wall. She found herself staring at herself in a mirror.
"It's too late to do any good by turning away," Paul informed her. "I'm going to break you, just the way they break horses."
"You'll never get away with this," Sue snarled, glaring at him, refusing to blink as the camera flashed again.
Paul stripped the picture from the camera and shook his head. "Oh, but you're wrong. I will get away with it. In fact, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be grateful for what I've done."
"I'll kill you," she swore venomously.
Paul checked the last picture and set it aside, then sat next to her on the bed. "No you won't. For one thing, you're not a killer. And for another thing, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be glad to serve me in any way that I tell you to."
Sue glared into his eyes. His heavy, hot hand descended again on her naked breast, his palm pressing the mass of flesh hard against her ribs. In spite of her fear and anger, her nipple hardened against his palm. As he toyed with her breast, she wrenched her eyes from him, turning her head away and tugging at her ropes. The cords cut into her wrists, and the pain stirred memories in her mind, memories of a game of cowboys and Indians played with her older brother, and of being tied to a tree for an entire afternoon while he danced around her. Young as she had been that afternoon so long ago, her helpless position before her brother had stirred flickers of pleasure in her gut.
The ropes cutting into her wrists now reminded her of her present helplessness before Paul, and her passions began to rise. As she turned her head and looked at him, her eyes pleading, he bent his head and his lips brushed her nipple, bringing a gasp from her. He nibbled at the hard bud of her tit with his lips, sending jolts of fire through her. She writhed, trying to lift her breasts for more of his attention, and he sensed what she wanted. Teasing her excruciatingly, he continued to play with her nipple, then nipped at it with his teeth. They felt sharp and painful on the engorged flesh, bringing a sharp, inhaled cry of pain-pleasure from Sue.
Pleased by her reaction, he chuckled, and the vibrations of his voice and the warm air of his breath seemed to make Sue's entire body ring like a bell. She felt the deep tones of his voice all the way down in her cunt, triggering a fresh flow of juices.
"Oh, God," she whispered softly as he batted her nipple with his tongue, sending jolts of fire through her. Her hips began to writhe and twist, her ankles pulling against the ropes spreading her legs. Finally Paul lifted his head and looked into her eyes, reading the pleading there. Instead of settling between her thighs, he moved over her, straddling her chest, his buttocks pressing down on her breasts. She felt her ribs creaking with his weight until he lifted himself off her.
She looked at him, and his prick bobbed at her chin, erect and hard again. "Put it in me," she pleaded.
Paul's smile was hard. "Oh, I will put it in you, but not where you want."
She caught his meaning and her gorge rose. "No, you wouldn't," she whispered, fighting down her nausea.
"Suck it," he ordered, his hands reaching for her head. She fought his pull as he raised her head, bringing her mouth toward the bobbing tip of his cock.
"Suck it," he ordered again, as the end of his prick brushed her lips. She tried to squeeze them shut, to bar him from her, but found her mouth opening to accept him in spite of her wishes. The grip of his fingers tangled in her air was brutal, seeming to pull the auburn tresses out by the roots, forcing her to open her mouth further. Her lips closed over the head of his big cock and her tongue explored it gingerly. It tasted metallic and salty, and her stomach tried to rebel when she realized she was tasting the dried juices of her previous ravishment.
"Suck it," Paul ordered, his fingers twisting cruelly in her hair. Hesitantly, Sue accepted more of the rod in her mouth as he pulled unforgivingly on her head. Inch by inch, she accepted his cock into her mouth, her tongue rubbing over its underside. She fought the urge to choke as he rammed his prick toward the back of her throat. His hands held her head locked in place.
As he drove the tool into her, Sue felt her passions rising slowly in spite of her disgust. Something about the big mass in her mouth and Paul's unrelenting pressure on her head was building her desire as she sucked his cock. He began to guide her head and move his hips, driving his cock in and out of her mouth, ramming it down her throat, making her gag on the big mass. She sucked and slurped at the big prick, her saliva pouring out around it from her own excitement. Her cunt was twisting and jerking with his moves, hungry for the mass in her mouth. Faster and faster he moved her head, his cock bruising her mouth with its powerful thrusts.
Sue could sense his climax approaching and panicked, trying to spit the big tool out, terrified he was about to come into her mouth.
"Unh-uh, you're not ready for that yet," Paul agreed, pulling his rampant organ out of her mouth.
As he settled back on her, his weight crushing her again, she closed her eyes and turned her head away, fighting to keep from vomiting. Her cunt felt hungry and empty. Suddenly, Paul was there, his cock just inside her cunt, and she felt an incredible surge of desire to have him bury his full length in her vagina. Instead, he tormented her with just the tip of his big tool.
"You want it again, don't you?"
"Yes," Sue hissed. "Please."
"How badly do you want it?" Paul asked.
"Oh, God, more than anything," Sue cried, her cunt aching with need.
Paul was gritting his teeth, battling his own desire to slam his cock into her. "Tell me again what you want."
"Fuck me. Please, please, fuck me, fuck me." Sue's voice rose to a scream.
"No," Paul snapped, suddenly drawing back from her and standing up.
"Oh, please," Sue whined.
"Just watch," Paul ordered as he stood next to her. He gripped his cock in one fist and began to pump it. Sue's eyes fastened on the big prick as Paul masturbated slowly. Inches from her face was the thing she wanted so much to fill her aching cunt and it was being denied her. Faster and faster Paul's hand moved, and Sue felt her cunt spasming hungrily in time with his moves. She strained desperately against the ropes, trying to reach what she wanted so badly. Her mouth was watering with desire as she watched the bobbing pink head of Paul's cock. Suddenly he stopped pumping and the big tool began to jerk in his hand, seeming to swell further. It began to spout, hesitantly at first, then jetting pulses of white semen from its tip. The white globs sprayed outward over Sue, spattering down on her throat and chest, a few drops spraying as far as her lips. With her tongue she reached out and tasted the juice, her own climax hanging just out of reach, driving her half insane with unfulfilled desire.
After his spoutings died away, Paul moved away from her, gathering up the pictures and locking them away. After they were secure he finally released her wrists. She was too weak to do more than drag her arms down to her sides, her muscles complaining. As she rubbed her wrists, she felt him untying her ankles. Weakly she rolled into a ball on the bed. In spite of everything, her cunt was still burning with desire.
"Get up," Paul ordered. Awkwardly, she struggled to comply. He offered her no help, leaving her alone to battle her weariness and stiffness.
"Get me a drink," he ordered casually.
Sue managed to struggle to her feet. "My ... my clothes ... " she stuttered, her voice failing her.
"Never mind your clothes, get me a drink," Paul ordered again. "Scotch on the rocks." His tone left no room for argument. On shaking legs Sue moved to comply. Finally she managed to locate a glass and ice and pour a shot of Scotch.
"Stand over there in the corner," Paul ordered after taking the glass from her. Moving slowly, Sue followed his directions and leaned up against the wall.
"I said stand, not lean," Paul snapped. Exhausted, Sue moved away from the wall and stood, slumping with weariness. "Hands at your sides," Paul ordered, and Sue complied, moving her hands from where they had shielded her cunt from view.
Paul sat across the room from her, his feet up on the coffee table, as nude as she was. Reaching up to a pole lamp next to him, he flicked on one of the conical lights and aimed it at her, spotlighting her harshly. She stood there, trying to hold onto the last remnants of her pride as he studied her critically.
"How tall are you?" he asked.
"Five foot three," she mumbled.
"Speak up!"
"Five foot three," she repeated, louder.
"How much do you weigh?"
"A hundred and five."
"Kind of skinny," Paul commented. "How old are you?"
Sue started to lie, then thought better of it. "Nineteen," she admitted.
"I didn't think you were twenty-one," Paul grunted. "At least you're young enough to be trainable."
It seemed like he kept her there for hours, studying her carefully. From time to time he would ask her a question or give her an order to turn or pose a certain way. As she stood there, his eyes studying her, she felt her unfulfilled desire simmering slowly, deep inside. Hidden reserves of strength were permitting her to study him as he watched her. His massive body was solid muscle. Even in response, his cock was impressive as it dropped over his balls. The sight of the rod that had so recently torn her virginity to shreds stirred new desires in Sue, and she eyed it hungrily. She began to put life in her posing, and was rewarded when the limp tool stirred to life again.
"Spread your legs," Paul ordered. Sue obeyed, then arched her back slightly to make her breasts stand more enticingly out from her chest. Her nipples hardened with desire as she saw Paul's cock respond to her posing. From feeling helpless, Sue began to develop a feeling of power over the man again. She determined not to let him rule her, but to rule him with her body.
"Go home," Paul ordered.
"What?" Sue could not believe she had heard correctly.
"I said, go home," Paul repeated. "No, wait a minute."
Hope lurched upward in Sue, her cunt burning with desire for him. She stopped abruptly a few feet from him when he held up a hand.
"First, we'd better establish some rules. One thing you're never to forget is that I have those pictures. You're not tamed yet and I know it. If you try to get away, those pictures will go not only to your boss, but to your parents out in Nebraska."
"You wouldn't!"
"If I had to, I would," Paul informed her firmly. "Now, when I call you, you come—immediately, no matter what you are doing." He saw the glint of refusal in her eyes. "Remember the pictures. You come here, no matter what. Understand?"
Sue nodded, mutely, watching him warily.
"You'll speak only when you are spoken to. You'll dress only as I direct you to dress. When you come over here, you will not wear any underwear under any circumstances. You will never wear slacks or shorts unless I tell you to, only dresses and skirts. None of your dresses or skirts will come lower than your knees. Clear?"
Sue nodded again, anger burning in her.
"Good. When we're together, you'll obey my orders to the letter. Understand? This is true whether we're here or in public. If I tell you to jump, the only thing you ask is how high, while you're on the way up. Understand? Do you understand?"
Sue managed to find her voice. "Yes, Paul."
"Good. Now go home."
"My ... my clothes," Sue stuttered.
"Wear your coat. I ruined your clothes."
Sue started to argue, then thought better of it. Silently she got her skimpy thigh-length coat out of the closet. The fabric was harsh on the sensitive tips of her breasts as she slipped it on and buttoned it. The bottom button was above her crotch, making her afraid her cunt would show as she walked.
"I'll call you tomorrow," Paul informed her as she opened the door. "Make sure you're home."
"Yes, Paul," Sue said humbly as she closed the door behind her. Her legs shook as she made her way slowly downstairs, then out to the street. As she hurried home, the hem of the coat brushed her bare thighs, seeming to burn them. The cool night air dried the last lingering juices on her bare thighs, making her more aware than ever of her nakedness under the coat. Terrified of meeting someone, but afraid to run for fear of attracting attention, she walked quickly back to her apartment. She felt as if everyone she met on the street stared after her as she hurried along! the hem of the coat just below her buttocks. Stray breezes kept trying to spread it open and she clutched it desperately to keep herself covered. With a sigh of relief she made it to the lobby of her apartment house and dug the keys out of her pocket.
After she locked her door, she leaned against it, her heartbeat gradually slowing. She thought of Paul and anger flared to life, making her throw her keys across the room to smash against the wall. Ripping off her coat, she stomped nude into the living room, furious.
She tried to think of a way of escaping his trap, but the pictures hung over her like a dark cloud. She had no doubt he would use them just as he had claimed. Her boss' reaction could be predicted only in that it would be unpleasant. An unattractive, balding lecher, he had made more than one unsubtle suggestion to Sue already. For amusement, and to compensate for her lack of secretarial skills, Sue had toyed with him, taunting him with her body. If he were to see the pictures, he would be sure he could have her.
More certain was the reaction of her parents. Her mother had had a weak heart for years and the photographs would finish her off. Those pictures had to be kept out of circulation at all costs.
Remembering how the pictures had been taken tickled excitement back to life in Sue. Restlessly, she got up from the couch and went to take a shower. She saw no escape from Paul, but his continued domination of her was equally impossible as far as she was concerned. Her only hope was to regain her dominance of him by the use of her body. Her posing had had an obvious and dramatic effect on him, she recalled. As she allowed herself to remember the evening, her passions began to flicker to life, making her nipples harden as she soaped her breasts. The steaming water pouring down over her skin loosened the tight knots of muscle in her back, gradually relaxing her as her cunt grew moist with excitement. Remembering her total "helplessness as she was tied spreadeagled on the bed brought a new rush of passion, making her nipples harden further. As her tits demanded more attention, she granted it with her fingers, tugging at the hard knots of flesh, then rolling them. She remembered Paul's lips suckling at her boobs, and felt another wash of excitement blaze through her. She turned, letting the water pour down over her belly, the hot streams rushing through her pubic hair, heating her cunt anew. Playing with her breasts with one hand, she adjusted the shower head to provide a solid stream of water, then angled it toward her cunt. As she spread her legs and rocked her cunt forward toward the stream, she recalled how Paul had driven his big cock through her hymen with a single powerful thrust. A slight twinge reminded her of that pain, and further built her excitement.
For years she had retained her virginity as a challenge to the men she had teased. Now it was gone, and she didn't miss it. The hot stream of water pounded her cunt, and Sue roared to an abrupt climax, her frustration from Paul's earlier toying washed away with the water. Squeezing and pinching her breasts, she thrilled to the memory of Paul's big body, his powerful arms and legs, at the center of his being, his glorious, big cock. Her mouth watered and another climax washed over her as she remembered how it had filled her mouth with its hot bulk. She wondered if she would ever have him come in her mouth, and the thought of the wads of semen rocketing into her throat, spilling out her lips, drove her to still another climax.
As she gradually settled back from her self-induced orgasms, Sue vowed that she would again feel Paul's big shaft driving into her gut, filling her vagina with his sperm. And it was to be on her own terms, not on his. His domination of her was a challenge, as anger drove any thought of escape from her mind. She'd break him before he broke her, somehow.
As she dried herself, her eyes strayed to her reflection and she studied her body. A little skinny, Paul had said. Critically, Sue debated his remark, then disallowed it. Her breasts were large and firm, not the skimpy mounds Kate had tried to bolster with padding. Sue knew her hips were curved and rounded the way a woman's should be, while her waist was tiny. Her softly rounded belly curved smoothly to the triangle of hair shielding her cunt. Satisfied with herself, she winked at her reflection and made her way to bed. Exhausted, she dropped immediately off to sleep.