Chapter 6
Paul recovered his strength quickly and ordered a beer. When Sue held out her hands to have her wrists untied he merely shook his head, leaving her still bound. She wrestled awkwardly with the pop top on the can and finally managed to get it open and to pour him a glass. He accepted it without a word of thanks and sent her back to her corner.
Sue stood silent, the rope from her wrists trailing across the room. Her shoulders and back ached from the stretching, while her thighs and pussy felt bruised. Her ass was hot and she wished she had a mirror to inspect the damage he had inflicted. His come was trickling slowly out of her cunt, tracing sticky paths down her thighs.
Exhausted as she was, anger burned deep within her as she eyed Paul carefully. He was as nude as she, but his lack of ropes gave him an air of freedom, rather than subservience. As he sipped his beer, he continued to look at her, obviously enjoying her nudity and helplessness.
Finally he set his beer aside and got up. When he approached, she hoped he was going to release her wrists. Instead, he ordered her to turn around.
"I want to inspect my handiwork," he informed her. His hand felt like sandpaper as he stroked her swollen bottom. "A little tender I imagine. Guess you'll have to stand up for a while."
"What about when I go to work?" she asked angrily.
She was rewarded with a sharp, stinging slap across her buttocks. "Quiet," Paul snapped.
Chastened, she stood silent as he stroked her back and ass. Her bottom felt so tender his gentle brushing fingertips sent painful ripples through her buttocks, as if she had a very bad sunburn.
"Turn around," he finally ordered. She slowly rotated and faced him. His eyes studied her face for a moment and she wrestled with her feelings. If she showed the defiance she felt, she knew it would mean another beating. As she smothered her anger and assumed a subservient look, she inwardly swore vengeance on her tormentor.
Standing rock-steady in front of him, she let him finger her breasts, and felt new passion build in her. He seemed almost kind as he palmed her breasts, pushing the masses of flesh gently over her chest. Her nipples quickly hardened from the attention, pressing into his palms. He sensed her enjoyment of the attention and plucked at her nipples gently with his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
Sue decided to enjoy herself and let her head roll as her passions grew with his fondling of her. He measured and weighed her full breasts, lifting the masses and letting them drop. She knew he was enjoying the beauty of her breasts, and the knowledge pleased her. A feeling of power grew in her as she became more and more aware of his fascination with her tits. Paul reminded her of a little boy as he toyed with her boobs almost reverently. She felt her juices begin to flow again from his attention. Unobtrusively she rubbed her naked thighs together, thrilling to the feeling of the come that had dried on her skin.
She realized her eyes were closed and opened them to find him studying her face carefully. Unsuccessfully, she tried to conceal her enjoyment of his playing with her. One of his hands reached for her cunt and she instinctively spread her legs to permit him access. His fingers sought through her pubic hair, still sticky with come, then found her cunt, sending a jolt of passion through her, making her gasp.
Paul smiled. "You like that, don't you?"
"Yes, I like that," she admitted, licking her suddenly dry lips.
He slid his finger gently along the lips of her cunt, and the touch set her afire. Gritting her teeth, she tried to steady her breathing as he rubbed one finger up and down her cunt, teasing her sensitive tissues, bringing new floods of juices. She found herself praying he would insert his finger further, and tried to encourage him by further opening her legs. She knew he knew what she wanted, and mentally cursed him when he didn't do it. Her knees grew shaky and weak as he continued to trace a slow, tantalizing path up and down her cunt. Her hips jerked with every brushing stroke of his fingers, making it impossible for her to stand still. Her eyes closed and her head dropped back as he teased her unmercifully.
"You really like that?" Paul gloated.
"Oh, yes," Sue whined. Her defiance of him wilted in the face of the raging passion he was building in her.
She was rocking on her feet now, near collapse from passion and exhaustion. Paul slipped his finger just inside her cunt and she almost screamed with joy. He touched her clitoris, and Sue felt her knees buckling, but managed to fight back and remain standing.
"That's enough," Paul finally said, withdrawing his finger.
"No, please," she pleaded.
"Lick my finger," Paul ordered.
Begging for further attention with her eyes, Sue followed his instructions, licking her juices from his finger. Her cunt was aching for more attention, her muscles melting from her passion.
"Down on your knees," Paul ordered.
Sue knelt, grateful to be off her feet, her insides still crying desperately for release from the lust he had built in her.
"Suck my cock," Paul ordered.
"No," Sue cried softly, gagging at the thought.
"Suck it!"
Driven by his tone, his threats, and her own passion, she reached for his big tool, half erect, sticky with come. The head bobbed in front of her lips and she tentatively licked it, tasting their mingled come. Her stomach rebelled, but her passions drove her on. She planted a hesitant kiss on the tip of his cock and was rewarded by the shaft bouncing upward in response. Taking the head in her mouth, her lips finding the groove just below the head, she played with it with her tongue and felt the rod harden. Licking the base of it vigorously brought a rapid rise and hardening, driving more of the tool into her mouth, making her back up.
"Take more of it into your mouth," Paul ordered, his hands gripping her head.
Following his guidance, she moved her head forward, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth, her tongue seeking along its underside. Inch by inch she accepted his prick, her stomach surging, her cunt twitching with desire for what her mouth was getting. The head touched the back of her throat and she gagged, then angled her head as his hand relentlessly forced her down on it. Her breath whistled through her nose as the huge shaft blocked her mouth and throat.
"Suck it," Paul's voice was a harsh whisper.
Letting him guide her head, she pumped up and down on the big cock, sucking it desperately. Her gagging and excitement triggered a flood of saliva, forcing her to swallow to avoid choking. He seemed to be trying to split her head, to drive his cock through the back of her throat as he pressed her head on himself. As she sucked at him, saliva trickling down her chin, she felt her excitement rising. Something about the act of sucking his cock was raising her own passions, urging her onward, making her suck harder, tongue his .cock more vigorously. She felt her juices begin to flow from her cunt as his cock rammed down her throat, choking her.
Faster and faster and harder and harder she worked, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fought the urge to gag. Her cunt was afire with passion, making her spread her legs and arch her back in an instinctive but futile search for the prick her mouth was devouring so greedily. She felt his balls tighten up, felt him drive his hips forward and tried to pull back, knowing what it all meant. His hands trapped her head, hammering her down on the threatening spike, and she sucked at it desperately. With her tongue she felt the first wad of come shooting down the channel buried in the mass of tissue and tried to brace herself for the blast. When it came, it was a scalding shot that slammed against the back of her throat. It was quickly followed by a second, then a pulsing torrent.
Frantically she swallowed, fighting to avoid choking on the thick fluid. It poured down her throat and her stomach writhed at the onslaught. At the same time, her guts convulsed as an incredible orgasm erupted in her belly. She cried out through her nose at the warring sensations, an orgasm that felt like she was being torn in two. Her mouth milked his cock convulsively, triggering still further blasts of come until she felt half drowned. Her own orgasm raged through her, then slowly faded, leaving her barely able to deal with the last dwindling spurts of come from Paul. She sucked him dry, willingly now, then slumped down on her haunches as he released her head. As he looked down at her, she gazed up at him, her eyes filling with tears, her chin covered with her saliva and his come. Helplessly, she let the tears flood down her face, making no effort to wipe them or the slime on her chin away. As her throat tightened with her sobs, she wondered if she was crying from misery or joy, but couldn't decide.
A jerk on the rope around her wrists finally brought her to her feet. As she stood in front of Paul, head hanging, eyes closed, she felt him fumbling with the ropes, then felt her wrists drop free. Weakly she massaged them and was rewarded with the pins and needles of returning circulation. She looked at her wrists and discovered they had been rubbed raw by the ropes.
"Go put something on those wrists," Paul ordered. "Then come back in here."
After applying a salve to the raw spots, Sue took the chance to wash the evidence of her degradation from her face. Her hair, so carefully piled up, trailed around her shoulders in a stringy mess. She tried to bring some kind of order to it with her fingers, but gave up after a minute.
To her surprise, Paul was fully dressed when she returned to the living room.
"Go home," he ordered, not bothering to look up from his newspaper.
"What?" Sue was astonished.
"I said, go home," Paul repeated. "Or would you rather stay?"
"No-no, I'll go," Sue said quickly. She got her coat out of the closet and slipped it on. She was getting used to going around the streets of Manhattan wearing the skimpy garment. "My keys?" she asked hesitantly.
"Oh, yeah." Paul set the paper aside and reached into his pocket. "Here." He tossed the keys across the floor, forcing her to bend down to pick them up.
She opened the door, then turned back to him. "Wh-when will I see you again?" To her surprise, she felt sorrow at leaving him. She cursed her weakness, remembering her sworn vengeance.
Paul looked up at her and smiled. "When I call you," he replied. "What's the matter, you beginning to miss me already?"
"No," Sue denied, a little too sharply. Angry with herself, she turned her back on him and shut the door. As she headed downstairs the coat brushed her buttocks, reminding her of her beating and rebuilding her resentment toward hex tormentor.
Out on the street, she discovered it was still daylight. It seemed as if she had been with Paul for weeks, when in reality it had only been a few hours. Dodging through the Sunday afternoon strollers, she hurried home. She closed the door behind her with a sigh of relief, tossing her keys on the table.
Hurriedly she stripped off the coat and made her way to the mirror. By stretching her neck and twisting her back she was just able to see her buttocks. They were a flaming red, with a few welts marking the more vigorous blows she had received. Gently she touched herself and was rewarded by a flash of pain.
The hot shower she insisted on taking was agonizing, feeling like acid on her ass. She withstood the pain as long as possible, carefully washing away every trace of come from her body and face, even brushing her teeth and gargling in an attempt to get rid of the taste of Paul.
After slipping on a loose housecoat, she decided she was grateful for the phony fireplace in her apartment. The mantel was just the right height for a stand-up dinner. Paul had been right when he observed she would be unable to sit down for a while.
As she ate, her anger at Paul gradually grew until she found herself plotting demoniacal acts of revenge. She was trying to figure out the best way to boil him in oil when the telephone interrupted her train of thought.
"Hello, is this Sue Patterson?" The voice on the other end was vaguely familiar.
"Who's this?" Sue asked, on her guard.
"This is Jerry Danvers. You're a difficult person to get hold of."
"I've been, uhm, rather busy," Sue said quickly. Danvers was the handsome young man who had walked her home from Paul's party. Jerry had appeared immune to Sue's charms that evening, frustrating her attempt to get a date with him.
"I suppose you're wondering why I called," Jerry continued, taking the words out of Sue's mouth. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in a date some evening this week."
Sue thought quickly. His call was perfectly timed to coincide with her urge for revenge against Paul. Suspecting she was free of Paul for the evening, she decided quickly. "Why not tonight?" she suggested boldly.
"Uh, tonight?" Jerry was obviously surprised.
"If it's all right with you, that is," Sue hurried on. "I mean, I'd love to see you, but I'm awfully busy this week. It's nice out tonight. Why don't we just go for a walk or something?"
"Why, sure," Jerry agreed quickly. "When shall I come by?"
"Why not right away?" Sue suggested. "I'm not doing anything and I can be ready in a flash." Inside she gave thanks for having showered already. Her hair she would again pile on top of her head to hide the snarls and tangles.
"Fine, I'll be over in fifteen minutes," Jerry said.
Sue calculated, then said, "Make it half an hour."
Exactly thirty minutes later, her downstairs buzzer sounded. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought that it might be Paul instead of Jerry. She was relieved when it was Jerry that answered the intercom and she buzzed him in.
"Hi. Gee, you look great!" Jerry greeted her, giving her ego a boost. After the day's activities with Paul she felt beat in more ways than one. Jerry's genuine admiration improved her mood immensely.
Quickly she picked up her jacket and slipped it on. Under her simple dress she was wearing neither a bra nor panties. She had tried to put on a pair of panties, but her abused buttocks would not permit anything against them.
"Let's go the other way," she suggested when they hit the street and Jerry turned in the direction of Paul's apartment.
"Sure," Jerry agreed. "How've you been, anyway?"
"You mean since Paul's party? Fine," Sue lied glibbly.
They strolled in silence for a while, enjoying the cool night air. From time to time Jerry's hand brushed the back of hers and she hoped he would take it. He seemed shy or afraid of touching her. Finally she managed to trap his hand with hers and interlaced her fingers with his. Her warm smile was answered by a shy one from the young man.
He seemed to have a difficult time talking. "I suppose you're wondering why I took so long to call you," he finally remarked. "A little bit," Sue admitted. "I kind of had the suspicion you were spoken for already," Jerry explained. "You said at the party you were Paul's date."
"Just because I was his date at the party doesn't mean he owns me," Sue replied.
"You don't know Paul the way I do," Jerry answered. "He can get pretty jealous."
As they strolled along, Sue digested this silently. It certainly agreed with her experience. She fought down a tremor of fear at what might happen if Paul heard of her date with Jerry.
The young man felt her shiver. "What's wrong, you cold?"
"A little," Sue lied. "What's down this path?" She indicated a path leading into the Park.
Jerry shrugged. "I don't know, I never noticed it before."
"So let's see," Sue decided for them, gently tugging him after her. The path had a little-used, secluded air that attracted her. Her body still felt hungry from the afternoon's activities with Paul.
"Gee, this is nice," Jerry remarked as they followed the wandering path through heavy woods. "I didn't know you could feel so alone in Central Park."
Sue smiled. "It's not hard to feel alone in New York City."
"Oh, I know that," Jerry agreed quickly. "I've felt lonely here lots of times. But I didn't know there were places in the Park where you could feel people never existed at all."
As Sue plotted her next move she felt like an angler playing a difficult fish. A tree carved with initials caught her eye. "Look at this," she remarked, tugging Jerry off the path and into the dense brush surrounding the big trunk.
"Look, here's a J.D.," Jerry remarked.
Sue circled around the tree. "Here I am. Here's an S.P.," she called from the other side.
Jerry circled around the tree and studied the trunk, "I don't see it."
Sue giggled. "Of course no," she said. "You haven't put it there yet."
"But I hardly know you," Jerry protested.
Sue leaned back against the tree, carefully keeping her tender buttocks away from it, and arched her back to make her breasts stand out more. She linked her hands behind Jerry's neck. "That can be remedied, you know," she said softly, staring deep into his brown eyes. Before he could answer she pulled his head down and their lips met in a long, tender kiss. She had to be the aggressor with the shy man. Her tongue probed his lips until he admitted it. He tasted softer and sweeter than Paul, and Sue began to simmer slowly as their tongues tangled.
Jerry finally broke the kiss and pulled back. Her arms stayed around his neck. "Wow!" he breathed.
Before he could escape, Sue followed up her advantage, moving in for another kiss. This time his arms went around her, drawing her in close to him. Her breasts mashed against his chest, two warm soft pillows. This time it was his tongue that initiated contact, quickly seeking through her open lips to taste her teeth and mouth. She sucked, welcoming his tongue into her, chewing on it gently. Jerry's hands roamed over her back, smoothing the fabric of her dress across her skin. She knew he could not be unaware of her lack of a bra. Breaking the kiss, she turned sideways in his arms, guiding one of his hands over her breast. Her nipple peaked and hardened, poking his palm through the material of her dress.
"We'd better s-stop," Jerry stuttered.
"We'd better start," Sue declared in opposition.
"But Paul ... "
"To hell with Paul," Sue snarled, turning her head and kissing the young man ferociously, pressing his hand hard on her breast, then reaching for the buttons down the front of her dress. They yielded quickly, and the chill air of the night brushed between her breasts. Grabbing his hand, she guided it to her bare skin, inside her dress, to her breast. Her nipple was as hard as a rock against his palm as he cupped the mass. She pushed away from him and turned, keeping his hand, squeezing and cupping her boob, trapped inside her dress. Facing him, she pulled the dress back over her shoulders, baring herself to the waist. His eyes bulged and his other hand reached out to capture her other breast. As he kneaded the soft masses, Sue let her head drop back, passion raging through her. The night air was cool on her bare skin, the young man's hands hot on her tits. Shock waves of pleasure pounded through her.
For long minutes she let him toy with her breasts, then reached for his shirt and quickly unbuttoned it. She was pleased to find he had not worn an undershirt, and threw herself into his arms, crushing her breasts against his bare chest, scrubbing her nipples through the dark curling hair on his chest. His hands moved down to cup her buttocks and she jerked at the touch. "No, don't touch me there." She pulled his arms up.
"What's wrong?"
"I had a vaccination," she lied quickly. "Play with my breasts."
Jerry was only too happy to oblige, his hands capturing the soft mounds again. As he worked, plucking her nipples with his fingers, she reached for his belt and unbuckled it. His pants gave her a moment of trouble, then dropped around his ankles. His cock was like a tent pole, driving his underpants straight out. It was only a second's work to free the big tool and push the underpants down his thighs. As he toyed with her tits, she measured his prick with her fingers, tracing its contours. Her touch was rewarded with a surge of blood to the already engorged staff, making it leap in her fingers.
Finally she could wait no longer, her passion making her knees turn to water under her. "Down on your back," she hissed.
Unquestioning, he complied, stretching out on the dry carpet of leaves. She knelt with him, her fingers never leaving his cock, his hands continuing to take the measure of her breasts. She straddled him and tucked her skirt up around her waist. His eyes widened when he saw her bare snatch. Moving carefully to keep her ass from touching anything, she worked her way up over him and positioned his cock. Slowly, she lowered herself to the big staff. The first touch of the tip of his cock against her labia sent a wave of joy through her. Inch by tortuous inch she drove the rod up into herself, fighting the urge to spit herself on it all at once. She enjoyed torturing herself with the tool, pushing it up into her cunt a little bit at a time.
"Oh, my God," Jerry panted, his hands working her breasts over frantically.
Sue pumped slowly down on the big rod until she felt she could take no more. With a gasp she let herself go and dropped the last fraction of an inch onto it. The jolt of pleasure she received almost blacked her out. Leaning over Jerry to keep her weight off her ass, she pressed his shoulders against the ground with her hands. Her hair had come loose and tumbled in a cloud on Jerry's face. Her breasts hung out from her chest, aching for his touch, and he brushed her nipples with his fingers, wrenching a cry from her.
Slowly she lifted her hips, then dropped them, feeling his cock slowly slide out, then drive in. Again she did it, twisting her pelvis a little, changing the angle, building her pleasure with a jolt. She found a rhythm, rocking and lifting and dropping her pelvis, driving herself insane. Under her, Jerry's muscles bulged as he battled to keep his climax from overwhelming him. His hips began to move, rising to meet her descent, and their bodies met with a smack. Faster and faster Sue moved, and Jerry matched her. The soft night air whispered through the branches and leaves around them, drying the sweat on Sue's back as she pistoned Jerry's cock up into her guts. Her climax drew closer and closer, finally breaking over her with a rush. She scrubbed her pelvis against Jerry's, trying to wring still more joy from her orgasm. As she did so, she felt Jerry's hips surge up under her, lifting her, and felt his body stiffen in an arch as he shot off into her, blasting monster wads of semen upward into her guts. The tip of his cock lurched and jerked against the end of her vagina as he came into her with a pulsing series of blasts.
Sobbing with joy, Sue felt her orgasm sweep past her like a wave on the ocean, gradually dropping her into the trough of normalcy, leaving her weak and panting with exertion. She collapsed down on the young man's chest, her cunt still twitching weakly around his dying cock. When her orgasm was over, she stood, feeling his now tiny organ slip from her cunt. Leaning weakly against the tree, she tried to straighten her dress, then let Jerry pull the top up her arms. While she buttoned it over her breasts. Jerry buttoned his shirt and refastened his pants.
"Wait a minute!" Sue giggled, brushing some twigs and leaves out of Jerry's hair. "We don't want everyone to know what we've been up to."
Eventually they made their way out of the Park and strolled back to her apartment. Outside her door they paused.
"I don't think you should come in. I'm kind of tired," Sue said.
"But when can I see you again?"
"I don't know. I'm pretty busy."
"I see." Obviously discouraged, Jerry turned away. Sue started to call out to him, then didn't.
She felt a deadness inside her toward Jerry. She turned toward her door to unlock it, cursing the hold Paul was exerting over her even in his absence. Revenge was not sweet against him.