Chapter 8
Alison stared at the empty chair sitting in the middle of the dimly-lit room. She also noticed the thick strands of rope laying on the floor near the chair. Oh, she was practically an old hand at this scene, after the experience with Mr. MacKenzie in the office earlier today!
She began to the approach the chair with what might almost have seemed eagerness.
But Mr. Hoover couldn't have his sex slaves enjoying themselves so much. At least at first.
He savagely grabbed the girl by her hair and threw her on the ground.
Alison gave a surprised yelp. What in God's name was this man doing with her? She had thought he was simply going to tie her up in the chair! But now it seemed as if he had other plans!
The man had thrown her back down on the thick black carpet. He thrust his strong, heavy body on top of hers.
"Not so quickly, Alison, dear," he hissed.
"B-but, Mr. Hoover, I thought you wanted to-"
A savage slap stung her face momentarily.
Alison looked up in horror at the man who held her captive. His eyes were burning with insane pleasure.
He shrieked at the girl.
"WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU YOU COULD SPEAK, BITCH??!!"
Oh, no not this again! When Mr. Hoover or Mr. MacKenzie started talking like this, it really scared the girl. They were being so illogical, it really gave her the sensation of being at the mercy of an escaped mental patient, or something! They always began to contradict themselves!
His huge hands began to punch her body savagely. The man seemed relentless in his attack.
"YOU STUPID, FUCKING CUNT!" he yelled.
Alison attempted to fight off the fierce blows, but to no avail.
The man was simply too strong for her to handle!
After he had punched her for a few minutes, he got up and began to drag her along the rough carpet.
Alison was tired of whimpering by this time. It seemed to do no good. In fact, it only seemed to get the man more excited. Which led to even more violence!
She had simply resigned herself to the fact that the weekend would be full of these strange, - violent outbursts.
She would just have to deal with them. She had to take the good with the bad.
If she wanted her boss' hot cock up her cunt, she would also have to take the punches and kicks he wracked her body with!
The man threw her on the chair. Now, why hadn't he just done that in the first place? The stupidity of the man's actions, really frightened her. He was at times like a little child who has been denied candy for months and months, and when he is finally allowed take some of the desired stuff, he goes crazy.
The only difference was, Mr. Hoover had never been denied any juicy cunt, but he stilt went crazy when it was available for the taking!
Alison simply could not understand him.
He picked up the coarse rope and weighed it in his hands.
"Hope I don't tie you too tight, bitch. Wouldn't want your circulation to get cut off, and have you asphyxiate, or anything!"
Alison wondered if the man had really gone overboard during one of these sex scenes and actually killed some poor girl. A shiver ran up the teenager's spine.
She looked at the man's throbbing cock once again. Her fear was soon consumed and replaced by a burning desire.
The man was roughly constraining her hands with the rope. He had them positioned behind her back. He wound the rope through her hands and between the wooden slats at the back of the chair.
He was tying her hands rather tightly. Certainly much tighter than Mr. MacKenzie had in the office! Already, she could feel the skin around her wrists chaffing. Already, she could feel the blood supply in her hand deplete.
The girl wondered if her hands were turning a sickly white color. They certainly seemed to be getting rather cold!
When the man had finished binding her wrists, he threaded the rope under the chair and began to work on her ankles with the same brutality that marked almost all of his actions.
Alison sat on the chair, her naked body trembling.
Her feet were securely bound together. Mr. Hoover stood up and surveyed his catch. He was quite pleased with what he saw.
The teenager's trim body was shivering slightly in the chair. Her firm, fleshy breasts stuck out temptingly. The nipples were high and erect.
Her smooth thighs were perfectly formed. The man wondered if the girl exercised regularly. She certainly seemed to be in fine physical shape!
He stared down at what he considered the most important part of her anatomy-her moist, juicy pussy. His mouth was almost watering as he stared at that luscious box, just waiting for him to make his entrance between those tender, pink lips!
He felt blood swelling into his already-engorged member. This bitch was going to be a thrill to fuck once again!
But that would have to wait until later. Right now, she was a bad little girl who needed to be punished.
No use in delighting the girl with his monster cock before he had taught her a lesson! Otherwise, she would never be a good girl! In fact, if he didn't punish her first, he was sure she would always be a tricky little devil!
He held another thick strand of rope in his hands.
Alison was quite at a loss as to what he was going to do with it. He had already tied up her hands and feet! What else could he possibly tie up?
The answer came to her suddenly, as he stood behind her and entwined the rough cord around her waist. He was going to tie her tits!
The rope was brought up between her two generous breasts. Mr. Hoover pulled it around roughly over the top of her left tit. He was, as usual, not taking very much care to see that he caused Alison no discomfort. In fact, he seemed to relish the fact that the rope was digging into her boob particularly painfully.
For Alison, this sensation was rather strange. She had never had her breasts handled roughly before.
She watched in amazement as her boss brought the rope under her left breast, and began to wrap it around her right breast.
He really was tying the boobs as securely as he could. Alison wondered if perhaps one of them would pop off! The pain was excruciating.
Alison winced in pain. Why was he torturing her so?
"Mr. Hoover, please!" she begged, then instantly regretted opening her mouth.
Her boss roughly pulled on the rope, and Alison felt, the rugged fiber cutting deeply into her fleshy mounds. She cried out in pain. It felt as if the tough rope might slice one of her beloved boobs off!
"Shut up, Alison, or I'll hurt you even more than this!" the man hissed with understated fury.
He knotted the rope behind the girl's back. Now all he had to do was gag her.
He decided to use a ball again, just like Mr. MacKenzie had that morning.
Mr. Hoover had forgotten to bring his little bag of tricks (for Mr. MacKenzie was not the only one who owned one of these!) into the room.
"Wait just one minute, Alison. I'm going out to get my bag, but I'll be back in a few minutes. Now, don't go anywhere!"
The naked man looked at the girl bound securely to the chair. His body rocked with laughter. He left the room.
Alone, Alison's pain seemed to multiply. The rope was really digging into her wrists and ankles. She couldn't even more them a fraction of an inch.
And the constricting ropes digging deeply into her suffering breasts were pure torment.
The frightened little girl looked around the dimly-lit room and sighed.
Mr. MacKenzie had gone out the door they had entered a few hours ago.
There were two other doors in the room. One led to the bathroom, where Alison had just received her enema. The other led-??
Alison wasn't quite sure she would be so thrilled to enter that room. Presumably the next step of the "training" process would be carried out there. The girl suddenly wondered if she would even be alive at the end of the training session!
She tried to shift her body slightly on the chair. It was no use.
The door opened and Mr. Hoover entered the room once again. He was smiling at the bound figure with a lewd grin. He was carrying a little black bag.
"I'm sure Mr. MacKenzie kept you amused with the toys in his bag this morning, Alison. Now, it's my turn! I can assure you that my playthings are just as entertaining as his are. If not more so!"
Alison shuddered, wondering what items of torture Mr. Hoover would pull from his little black bag.
The first item, of course, was the small rubber ball with the strap. Alison felt slightly relieved. It was only a gag!
Mr. Hoover stuck the ball into her mouth, making sure the girl opened her mouth as far as it could possibly go. He shoved the rubber ball down her gullet roughly. Alison wondered what penalty she would have to pay if she got sick all over herself! If he shoved the ball down much further, that might actually occur!.
But it didn't.
Mr. Hoover securely fastened the leather strap around the girl's head. He was tying it much tighter that Mr. MacKenzie had this morning!
"Now, Alison, my dear, let us get down to business!"
Mr. Hoover was rummaging around inside his bag.
Alison stared at his sexy, muscular form, the suspense gnawing at her. What was he going to pull out next?
Alison groaned. Her breasts were really killing her! She glanced down at them. -
The poor things were bound so tightly at the base! He must have squeezed the rope around them so tightly that the circumference at the base was less than half what it should have been!
The rest of her tits were forced to hang forward grossly. They were becoming a sickly purple color, and the girl could seen tiny little veins criss-crossing all across their surface. Oh, would they ever survive this anguish?
Alison noticed that Mr. Hoover had pulled something out of his bag. She noticed with a certain sense of discomfort that he had pulled out two sterling silver kitchen forks.
To her dismay, the prongs seemed exceptionally sharp. The pointy tips gleamed at her.
Her boss was smiling sardonically. He approached her captive form, a fork in each hand.
"I hope you enjoy this, Alison. I know I certainly will!"
The naked man giggled.
Alison would have screamed out in horror if she had not been gagged. She supposed that, after all, was the reason for the rubber ball.
He was approaching the ends of her battered breasts with the fork prongs. She assumed her nipples were not safe from their horrible sharpness.
The man brought the end of one of the forks to the end of her left nipple. He touched it gently at first. Then he dug in savagely.
Alison attempted to scream in pain. With the ball deep down her throat, however, only a muffled noise escaped her mouth.
Her bruised, abused breasts were going to be subjected to such pain during the next few minutes, she supposed.
Mr. Hoover poked and prodded both her nipples. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.
The girl noticed that the man still possessed a raging hard on.
He smiled as he prodded the nipples with a mirthful giggle.
He brought both the forks together at the very tip of one of the raisin-like, pinkish little paps. He pressed the prongs together with sadistic pleasure.
Alison struggled to break free of the ropes binding her naked form. This was definitely not appealing in the least!
Why was the man torturing her with such intense delight?
She begged for the anguish to end.
And it did.
Fortunately, Mr. Hoover seemed to have a very small attention span. He tired of his little games quickly.
He placed the forks back in his bag.
Alison could feel her nipples throbbing. She could feel her poor, sagging breasts throbbing. She could feel her ankles and wrists throbbing.
Tears began to stream out of the teenager's blue eyes.
Mr. Hoover noticed her discomfort with obvious pleasure.
"So," the strong man said. "Are you not enjoying these little games, Alison? But I thought you were dying to come to my correctional facilities! After all, you know that when your training is over, you will get your prize at the end. But only if you are a good girl. And you do know what that prize is, don't you?"
Alison stared at the man's blood-engorged member stiffly at attention between his thick, hairy thighs. Tears still welled in her eyes.
This hateful man was hurting so much, the thought of having sex with him was almost nauseating! How could he think she would want to have him fuck her when he was causing her so much agony and pain?
Maybe once before she had thrilled at the feeling of his huge cock plummeting deep up her eager cunt, but now she was sure she could never feel that way again.
The man was a monster!
And now the monster was laughing at her!
"Yes, Alison, you see my throbbing cock, don't you? And you want me to fuck you, don't you?"
Tears began to pour down Alison's face. She attempted to sob, but no sound would come out.
She continued to stare at the man's athletic, hairy body. God, he was hurting her so much, but, deep, deep down inside she knew he was right. She really did yearn to feel his stud-cock violating here insides! Even if it meant going through such torment!
Mr. Hoover knew her so well!
"Look what I have for you now, Alison," the man said.
Alison immediately regretted the sexual yearning she had just experienced a few seconds earlier.
Now her boss had pulled a mousetrap out of his bag! Good Lord! Had this man no mercy?
Probably not!
Mr. Hoover approached her shivering, naked figure once again. He held out the large, wooden trap for her tearful examination.
"This is a mousetrap," the naked man said. "However, I'm afraid we don't have mice here. I certainly don't want to waste this nifty little item I bought! So, I guess I'll just have to catch something else!"
He glanced down at her ravaged tits.
God, no! Hadn't they been through enough today?
"I guess I'll just have to catch me a gorgeous, tender tit!!"
He placed the wooden mousetrap under Alison's right breast. He applied pressure on the catch, and the metal bar sprung up with lightning-quick speed.
Mr. Hoover's aim had been perfect. The bar clamped down firmly on Alison's nipple.
The girl's entire body went rigid. A muffled shriek of agony escaped her spread lips. She struggled with every ounce of strength she had left to break free of the thick ropes that held her-captive to the wooden chair. All her efforts were in vain.
She barely moved an inch.
The offensive item hung pitifully from her tit.
Alison's nipple, strangely elongated by the weight of the mousetrap, had become a flaming, angry red color.
Alison wondered if she would ever recover from this nipple torture.
Mr. Hoover was rubbing his hands together in delight like some excited child on Christmas morning.
Alison really wondered if the man were seriously deranged. If her was, then she certainly had no chance of getting out of this torturous pit alive!
She began to whimper uncontrollably. Mr. Hoover was delighted at the effects his training was having on Alison. She was behaving marvelously! How the handsome man loved to see these bitches wailing in pain!
It sent a new surge of passion-filled blood coursing through his thick member!
He really couldn't wait to fuck the silly girl's brains out! But that would have to wait for another later!
Mr. Hoover still 'had some preliminary training his new sex slave must submit herself to before she was allowed to experience his throbbing prick once again!
He figured the girl's nipple had had enough of the mousetrap. He didn't want to be severed off, or anything!
His bitches must remain in perfect condition!
"We are almost through with the training in this room, Alison," the man said. "I will now remove the mousetrap. That was certainly much better than catching a mouse, don't you agree?"
The man was speaking to her in such condescending tones! He was treating her like she was some retarded child!
But at least he had removed that horrible mousetrap from her nipple!
And he was going to remove her gag!
"Now, Alison, I don't want any childish screaming to come out of you when I remove your gag. You've been a very good girl thus far. But, if you annoy me in any manner, you must certainly realize that your punishment will be even greater."
The ball was removed from her mouth.
Alison thankfully clamped down her aching jaws. What a relief to be able to close her mouth once again.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Hoover. Thank you, Mr. Hoover, sir!" the frightened girl sobbed.
"You're very welcome, Alison. Now, surely you realize why I have removed your gag?"
She looked up at him, questioningly. The ropes still dug into her boobs. Her hands and ankles were securely bound. She nipples still throbbed with pain. But at least her mouth had been untied.
But what did Mr. Hoover want her to do with her mouth?
His muscular figure was approaching her. The taut muscles of his powerful thighs bulged. The huge, pulsating cock stuck straight out. It was pointed at Alison's exhausted mouth.
The girl suddenly knew what was required of her.
She must now suck her boss' cock.
After all the punishment she had been through, her reward was gong to be to feel that sweet hunk of manmeat deep in her throat!
Maybe all the pain had been worth this moment!
Alison's once-tearful eyes had dried up. She licked her dry lips in anticipation.
She must obey Mr. Hoover's every command!
"Suck my cock, bitch!" the powerful man spit out. His tone was almost one of contempt.
Alison could not understand why the man had used such a tone, but she could understand that his beautiful nine inches were just seconds away from being thrust deep into her eagerly awaiting mouth!
"Yes, sir!" Alison responded timidly.
The man thrust his powerful thighs forward. His rock-hard cock hit Alison on the right cheek. She attempted to move her head over to let it enter her moist, pink mouth, but the ropes were binding her too tightly to move that far.
Finally, the man moved his cock so it was directly in front of her mouth.
Alison leaned forward, and was soon sucking greedily on those nine tasty inches of manmeat!
Mr. Hoover's dick-skin was so smooth! His cock was so hard!
The man grabbed her head and began to bob it firmly. Her hungry tongue traveled up and down the entire length of the cock.
She felt the bulbous tip hit her in the very back of her throat. She almost gagged, but relaxed the muscles back there, so that soon her boss was thrusting his cock deep down her throat. He didn't want to just stop in her mouth!
"Yeah!" Mr. Hoover moaned in delight. "You like that, don't you my little sex slave? You like sucking your masters big, thick dick, don't you?"
Alison hummed her agreement.
She didn't want to take her mouth off that meaty item! And, anyway, Mr. Hoover was grasping her head so tightly, she wouldn't have been able to lift her head off his dick even if she had wanted to!
She could feel the man tensing up his muscular body. She longed to run her hand along his taut, beefy asscheeks, but, of course she couldn't!
The taste of his flesh in her mouth was good enough, she supposed! But still, she couldn't wait until she was tasting his delicious come!!
And that time seemed to be approaching rather quickly!
Mr. Hoover was still pumping away into her gullet with brute force, but she had begun to notice a weakening in his grip.
He was moaning uncontrollably. His muscles were tensing up.
He was going to shoot his load into her greedily little mouth!
"OH, YEAH!!" Alison's boss groaned. "FUCK MY COCK WITH THAT HUNGRY LITTLE MOUTH OF YOURS! YEAH, BABY!! OH, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME COME!! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME COME!!!!"
With sudden fury, he wrenched her head away from his throbbing rod. A thick wad of sticky come spat out from his blood-engorged head and hit Alison squarely above her right eye.
Spurt after spurt of the thick love juice rained down upon her skin.
Mr. Hoover was denying her the taste of his delicious love juice!
Alison was shattered. And very humiliated at the huge gobs of come that had spattered over her face.
"Did you think I'd let you get a taste of my come, you silly bitch?"
The man laughed.
"You've got to go through a lot more training before I'd let you do that!"
Alison sat captive on the chair.
Her sexual fervor had disappeared quickly and was being replaced once again by terror.
WHEN would this horrible ordeal end?