Chapter 9
Finally Dianne was alone to sleep. The next morning when she woke up the guard was gone, but his friend remained.
"How are you?" he smiled at her.
"Just fine," she told him.
"My friend left me some chains for you," he told her.
She looked at him and was stunned. He was stark naked, holding chains. "What on earth are these for?"
"They serve two purposes," the man smiled. "One is to lash you and the other is to fasten you."
Shaking her head drowsily, Dianne looked up at him.
"To lash me?"
"Why, yes," he explained. "Chains always bring a lot of pleasure."
He began swinging one. As she heard the whirring sound of the chain as it swung in the air, she became frightened and nervous.
"What are you trying to do?" she exclaimed, her voice rising in a crescendo of fear and horror.
"Just have some fun," he told her. "Just have some fun, baby."
He was glowering at her now. She was fearful of what lay in store for her.
"Please," she begged him, "don't try anything crazy. Please, don't."
All at once he brought the chain down over her legs and thighs.
"Stop it," she exclaimed.
She glanced up and could see that the young man was obtaining erotic delight as he brought the chain down boldly over her body.
With every whip of the chain it seemed as if his penis became more erect. This bothered and tormented her.
"I can't stand it," she exclaimed. "Stop it, damn it, stop it!"
No amount of begging on her part was accomplishing anything. For he was bound and determined that he was going to do exactly as he wanted to.
"Please, leave me alone," she told him. "Please, please!"
She was frightened. And she didn't know how she could stop him.
"I'm going to jack-off with one hand while I whip your ass with the other," he told her.
Sure enough. Planting his feet firmly apart, he reached for his hardening rod. He pulled on it.
"Yes, baby," he smiled, "chains are a lot of fun."
She heard the terrible sound of the chain whirring in the air as he brought it down over her body.
When he got excited enough he was almost ready to climax. But he stopped short.
"Get it over with," she exclaimed crudely. "Get your rocks off, damn it."
As she listened to the terrifying sound of the chain and the guard's outcries as he lashed her body, she could tell he was American. Even though he was dark and probably Mexican, she was certain that he either was born in the United States or had lived there for some time.
"I don't even know your name," she told him, trying to make small talk to get his mind off his erotic compulsion.
"It's Lester," he told her.
"Look, Lester," she told him, "you don't want to do stuff like this. It's sick."
"My friend down at the jail gets me nice girls," he told her, "and I appreciate it."
All at once Lester dropped the chain. Then he reached for her and yanked her off the bed.
"Where are you taking me?" she demanded.
"We have a nice little place down in the cellar for sex," he explained. "You'll love it. We do all sorts of nice things there."
In a moment of thoughtless rage she looked at him.
"You can shove it," she snapped angrily. "I'm not going anywhere with you, damn it."
It was obvious to him that he was dealing with a difficult girl. But challenges always seemed interesting and fascinating to him.
"Look, honey," he smiled, "you're gonna do as I tell you. Do you understand?"
She shook her head.
"You're gonna do as I tell you," he said as he slapped her ass roughly.
Dianne was silent now. She figured it was better not to fight him. After all, he was a big man and she was a small woman. It was pointless to not face the truth.
Finally he was prepared for what he wanted to do.
"I'm gonna take care of you," he told her, "and I'm gonna really give you a good time."
She was fearful of him now. She knew what he meant by a good time. When they were in the cellar and everything was dark, he told her to sit on the floor.
"Why?" she asked defiantly.
"Because I told you to," he said angrily.
Dianne caught on that when he spoke his word was law. She sat on the floor. And then he grabbed her arms. He fastened them to wrist bands which were tightly imbedded in the cement wall.
"Please, don't leave me here," she told him fearfully. "Please, don't."
He was paying no attention to her pleas. The only thing that mattered to him was what he wanted. As she sat there with her wrists fastened to the wall, she wept bitter tears.
"Now, sweetheart," he told her, "I'm gonna come down here in a little while and I want you to ask for my cock. I want you to yearn for me."
Dianne was angry. Even though she had controlled herself as best she could, she didn't see how she could control herself now.
"That will be the day," she told him. "I will never ask to blow you."
Turning around, Lester left her alone.
She couldn't remember how long she had been there. But she was so thirsty for a drink that she couldn't stand it. Finally she heard footsteps. She looked up. There was Lester. He was wearing his big boots, and that was all. He was sporting a whip in one hand and looking at her.
"Oh, Lester," she begged him, "I want a drink so bad. Please, get me some water."
Lester only smiled at her.
"Why should I?"
"Lester," she tried to remonstrate with him, "you're a human being, aren't you."
"I hope so," he told her.
"Please," she begged for mercy, "let me have some water."
"I told you when I would give you your freedom," he told her. "When I'm ready."
At this point Lester began jerking off. Cupping his balls with one hand he began pumping his cock with the other.
"I hope you don't mind if I pull on my pecker," he laughed.
Even if she did mind, Dianne recognized it would make no difference to Lester. For torture and torment were the only things that affected him.
"Please," she finally begged him, "please, listen to me, Lester. I need your help."
"I told you when you wanted something to drink you could ask for my sperm," he said menacingly.
At this point Dianne was so thirsty that it was not difficult for her to talk to him.
"All right," she told him, "all right. Anything you say."
"Beg for it," he smiled as he continued pumping on his thick, meaty penis.
"I want your sperm," she repeated as if she had memorized it. "Yes, Lester, I want your sperm."
Her eyes were aglow as she hoped and prayed that his humanity would shine through the dark side of his lusty character. But she had no such luck.
"Promise me," he grinned, "promise me that you'll lick my ass first."
"I'll lick anything," she exclaimed. "Anything, if you'll give me some water."
"I don't like the way you said that," Lester grinned. "I want it another way. I want you to say that you will lick my asshole so you can eat my sperm."
This bothered Dianne. Evil Lester was programming her to say dirty, foul things that were as remote from her desires as could be. He was forcing her to comply.
"You heard me," he told her. "Go ahead. I want you to lick my ass out. I want you to drink my sperm."
Dianne repeated it all after him. How she hated to do so. Lester was standing right over her. He raised up one leg so she could have an easy view of his ass crack.
"I want to lick your ass so I can drink your sperm," she said as if it were a religious rite.
Now Lester seemed gratified.
"You're getting better at it," he told her.
"Now take these damn things off my hands," she begged.
"No, that makes it more interesting," Lester insisted. "I like to have your hands shackled while you're doing it to me."
Without paying any attention to her desire he stretched out his leg. Lowering himself he let his ass rest on her face. All she could do now was look up at his ass crack. Her hot tongue lashed at his behind. Lester was enjoying it. She could tell from the way his penis lengthened and his balls seemed to swell.
"Beautiful," he told her. "Oh, yes. I like that. Now you're doing it."
She was becoming obviously excited.
"Ohhh, yes," Lester told her, "you're gonna be rewarded. Don't worry about a thing. I'll shoot your mouth full of my cum. I want to see you swallow it, too. That's important." , To herself she couldn't help think of what a bastard he was. But as she licked and sucked at his asshole she suddenly found he didn't seem so hateful. She obtained a strange urge for survival that warped and twisted her into thinking it wasn't so bad to eat him out.
"You know how to chew ass," he told her "Nibble at my butt and then plunge your tongue up my rectum. That's what I want you to do, baby."
She nibbled at his behind. Plunging her tongue right up his asshole she could tell she had ignited him.
"Hey, you're excited," Lester smiled happily. "You are learning. Everything takes discipline. Everything that is important."
Obviously this was important to him. She was turned off totally by what he was demanding. Nevertheless, she felt obligated to accommodate his bizarre lusts.
"Keep eating out my ass," Lester begged her. "That's what I want you to do. Higher. Let your tongue slide up all the way."
Closing her eyes, she let her tongue whip up his rectum. Lester was getting completely turned on. Recognizing that it was important to plunge his penis in her mouth so she could gobble his cum load quickly, he finally told her she could ease her tongue from his behind.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "now I want it."
Now he was prepared to plunge his rigid cock down her throat. He pulled away. Then aiming his thick, long penis at her mouth, he kicked her with his boots.
"Damn you, why did you have to do that?" she asked as tears sprang to her eyes.
"Just to let you know who's boss," he told her with a laugh.
It really burned her up that he acted like a sex beast. Now he was ready to turn on. He let his long, hard shaft slip down her throat. He spared nothing. Gripping her head, he guided his thick, long manhood vigorously into her. For a horrible second she thought she would choke on the size of it.
"That's it," he told her, "you can take it. Every inch of it."
Throwing seven inches of cock meat down her throat didn't exactly bring her pleasure. She had wanted to breathe. But the thought of getting some liquid forced her to suck. She had sucked before, but never like this. For at this point Dianne was sucking his cock for survival. This was the way Lester had calculated it. He wanted to obtain every thrill that he possibly could. And he had it all figured out.
"You're on, baby," he panted as he pumped it down her throat without mercy. "And you're gonna get a load. I promise you that."
She resented the fact that he was stabbing it down her throat so crudely, so lewdly. Couldn't he be more gentle? Why did he have to turn into a sex beast? The sweaty balls rode her chin as he lewdly, roughly, continued stabbing her.
"Ohhh, baby," he panted as he pumped it to her, "that's the way. Yes. Now we're doing it. Come on, baby, let's fuck off."
Industriously driving his manhood into her, he thrilled her.
"Yes, yes," he exclaimed excitedly, "you love it, you know you do."
She didn't know how much more of this wild action she could tolerate. Nevertheless, she did her best. She had no options. She strained at her wrists.
"Don't you wish you could grab my ass and hold it while you eat my cock?" Lester smiled.
She nodded, but didn't pull her mouth off his penis. She was certain that would produce some rage.
Finally, in a gesture of great consideration, Lester did reach over and unhooked the wrist bands. Her hands were free. She stretched them out beside her.
"Your hands are free because you are to please me," he explained. "Now grab my ass while you suck off my cock."
Her hands reached up to grip his curving ass cheeks. She squeezed them as she went on sucking on his manhood. Lester enjoyed the delicious sensations that were surging through him while he sucked her.
"Yes, yes," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's the way I want it."
He was obtaining great pleasure from her performance.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he told her. "Now that's what I want you to do. Just keep it up. Yes, Suck me good."
She knew how to caress and squeeze his ass cheeks. Her hot hands on his buttocks added pleasure to the act.
"Keep squeezing my butt," he told her. "You're really pleasing me."
Lester knew what to do. He recognized how important it was to keep her always hating it. And at this point he pulled back. He wanted to shoot his load in her mouth. He wanted to see her struggling to suck it and taste it and swallow it. That would give him a certain erotic delight.
"Eat it," he told her. "Ohhh, baby, I'm almost there."
Lester enjoyed the sight of her cheeks sucking in as she ate him.
"Yes, yes," he told her, "just keep that up. Just like you're doing."
All of the sudden he got his gun off. His hot sperm splashed in her mouth. She was gobbling at this point.
"Yes, yes," he told her, "that's the way to do it. Keep it up."
The erotic desires that she felt now thrilled her.
"Ohhh, wow," he told her, "that's the way to do it, baby. Come on, suck, suck."
It was amazing to her how much pleasure she could derive from the act. It was equally amazing to Lester how she sucked on him. For she gobbled his cum until his penis tickled. A man's load never tasted better to her.
"I've taught you," he grinned. "I've taught you to appreciate a man's sticky load."
It was true. He had taught her. Even though it was a disgusting spectacle, she had to admit to herself that she had found his thick, juicy cum good to her taste.