Chapter 4
Jimmy stuck his cock at the opening of her cunt hole. The clothespin hanging from her clit rocked back and forth as he started to glide his cock in and out of her cunt. But he refused to push the shaft any farther than the base of his glands now ... sliding it into her cunt, then holding it there for a second, then pulling it slowly back out, letting each point on the surface of the girl's cunt hole rim rub with excruciatingly delicious sensation over his cock.
He pulled back out, let the glands tip rest against her now puckered cunt hole.
He was able to look straight down at her asshole.
"Hey, doll, open up your ass for me."
She said nothing. Her body shuddered continually, however, and that was fine with him because one thing he knew about her was that her body shuddered when it was aroused.
He slid his fingers between her thighs and pinched them against the clothespin that pinched her clit.
She cried out with ever mounting passion, writhing madly against him.
He pushed his cock a little deeper now into her pussy.
"Oh God ... " she moaned. His cock was like a flaming sword, driving straight through her, cleaving her, splitting her ... opening her totally.
"More ... more ... more ... " she cried. "I need more."
Shit, he thought, this bitch was too fucking much.
Too much indeed.
Harder now, pushing finger to thumb, pinching the wooden jaws of the clothespin against her fragile clit shaft, he felt himself starting to drift away into that nebulous space that always accompanied such activity as this. There was a release in hurting her ... a glorious release, different, perhaps, than what she herself was feeling ... but a release nonetheless, one that he wanted to feel continue ... one that he wanted and needed to sustain for as long as he possibly could.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... " she moaned. Her hips were in constant motion now. She pushed them back against his body, trying to bury his cock inside the fleshy lips of her cunt and the round, pouting rim of her cunt hole.
He said, "You like my cock, Babe? You like what I'm doing to you?"
"God ... " she whimpered, her voice quivering. "It's ... it's ... "
"What is it? What are you feeling, hon?"
"It's wonderful. I love it. Don't stop."
All the way into her now!
The perfect, soft cheeks of her ass pressed into his pelvis. He stroked them, squeezed them, and then, finally, he spanked them, cock still in her cunt.
Her body responded. Every muscle seemed to clench up at once, squeezing against her pelvis, squeezing against his cock.
Harder ... harder ... more and more tightly.
He pulled out now ... dragging his cock back through her body, slowly, carefully.
"Oh ... yeah ... yeah ... " she gasped.
He hit her buttocks again. The cracking sound was loud, filling the room.
He hit her again. And again.
He pulled his cock all the way to the opening of her pussy, let it wait there a moment, glands buried halfway into the rim of her cunt hole, and then he thrust forward again, harder this time.
The head of his cock smashed almost at once into the back wall of her pussy.
She fell forward, but his hands were under her stomach and he caught her before her pussy could pull all the way off his cock.
Holding her like that, he slowly refitted her onto his cock, like she was no more than an ornament for his shaft to thrust into.
His hips pulled back again ... then forward ... back ... forward ... back ... forward ...
Her juices flowed thickly down the inner surface of her thighs.
For about five minutes longer he fucked her, but he wasn't ready to come, and even though she was almost ready to explode, he wasn't in the mood yet to blow his balls.
He wanted something else.
He stared at her ... at the bed ...
He said, "I'm gonna send you over the top, hon ... you just watch and wait.
"I'm gonna take care of you right!"
And with that, he pulled out of her cunt, all the way.
She moaned, crying, "Noooo. Why ... ?"
"You gonna see just in a sec, doll. Be patient."
He hopped off the bed again. From the drawer he pulled out a couple more scarves.
"Move up to the headboard," he said. "Here, I'll put these pillows there."
He stacked the pillows at the head of the bed, and she moved up to push her head against them.
"Can you stand on your head?"
"Huh? What the hell are you doing?"
"Not me, Babe ... you. I got an idea, but unless you cooperate, that's all it's ever gonnabe ... an idea. Now get your ass up in the air."
These pillows were stacked in such a way that she could actually lay against the headboard, upside-down, at an angle, and still supported up the entire length of her back.
She started to rise up from the bed.
Up ... up ... up ... higher ... higher ...
Her buttocks were straight up in the air now, her legs starting to spill down into a split ...
He pushed her the final length and she fell over backwards, legs spilling down, split widely, ass and cunt up in the air ...
He pulled each of her legs down towards the top corner of the headboard and there tied off her ankles, one on each side, forcing her legs into a nearly perfect split.
Her pussy, of course, was totally open by this time. One of the clothespins had fallen off her clit, and the other was nearly about to do so.
He removed it and once more rubbed her wet trench.
He loved her pussy. It was perfect, not big, not too hairy. Her lips weren't gross and protruding ... she had a clit that would stick out over the edge of her lips once it was fully aroused, but it didn't look like a small cock the way some gross clits looked ...
No, she was perfect ... and she was just what he wanted.
She was just what the doctor ordered!
He wanted her.
Her face seemed to suggest that she was afraid.
"Don't hurt me," she said, and he laughed.
"Shit, girl. Who you trying to kid? You know and I know you need me for just that reason.
She didn't say anything. And that was fine with him.
He said to her, "What the fuck you worrying about? You been here before."
He unwound his belt from his jeans and slapped it a couple of times on the bed, just to get the feel of the thing. The thickness in his palm, the sound of the leather biting into the air.
He then stared deeply into her eyes, trying to fathom the kind of woman who needed something like this. As always happened, he failed. She was impenetrable.
He reached down unclasped the clothespins from her nipples, not out of any act of kindness, but simply because he didn't want them getting in the way of the belt.
Her body was almost in the shape of a 'T'.
Her torso was just about vertical, her legs almost perfectly straight horizontally.
Her thigh muscles strained uselessly at the bonds wrapped around her ankles, but it was clear that she was going to get nowhere.
He noted that she had her hands raised up, as if she thought she was going to shield herself from his belt in that pathetic manner.
He said, "Come on now, sugar, lower those hands of yours. Don't make me laugh."
She said, "Jimmy ... "
"Get 'em down!" he shouted.
"But ... "
"Tanya!"
That was something he seldom did ... call her by her name.
She said nothing for a moment, but the hands fell behind her head once more.
He slowly wrapped his belt around his palm.
She said, "Jimmy ... " again, pleading for some nameless request, and he knew that it would remain nameless as well.
He said, "Doll ... just he there and keep your mouth shut, all right, and this'll be over in ... well shucks, in a little while."
He swung then, not for her cunt, which presented the most prominent and inviting target, but for her breasts, no less inviting, but not quite as accessible.
The left one absorbed the brunt of his stroke. The round globe of flesh started to jiggle fast, back and forth, like a bowl of gelatin.
She screamed. The nipple, already a bright red, seemed to darken even more, standing up firm and erect.
He aimed for her right nipple now, swung hard, smacking the belt solidly against the mound of flesh as he'd done to the other one.
She screamed once more. Louder this time.
"Doll ... " he said, "you're going to have to keep your voice down. I got neighbors, you know."
She seemed unable to do so.
He hit her left tit once more, striking more on the underside of the mound than on the nipple.
Her cries were even louder this time.
Then, instead of shifting once again to the right mound, he went right for her cunt.
One solid TH-WACK!! as the leather strap fell solidly against the wet cunt trench.
It was a splattering sound.
He had an image of a cartoon, juice splattering everywhere, coating the walls, dripping from his face, cheeks nose and chin all over with rapidly coalescing droplets of oozing cunt oil ...
He pulled the belt away and looked at it.
There on the underside where it had connected with her cunt was a wet stain.
He reached out to touch her, and sure enough, she was wet, and she was completely hot.
You could just about see the heat waves rising from her body.
He said, "Babe ... you're one impressive fucking dame, you know that?"
Her body seemed to be in constant motion now, straining against the bonds around her ankles.
But, he noted, she wasn't straining too hard. She was, in fact, just applying enough pressure to make it look good.
Good to whom? Herself, of course. No one wants to admit that they like to be tied up and beaten, and so the mind, for whatever reason, needs to go through the motions of resistance, if only to add that much more of a piquant flavor to the final taste of pleasure.
She pulled but had no desire to escape.
He swung the belt again, once more striking her on her crack.
She screamed again, and this time he was convinced that she was going to either alert the neighbors or just bring the cops.
He said, "Can't have that, can we, babe?"
He pulled his jockey shorts off the bed and started to stuff them into her mouth.
She turned her head aside but he reached down and grabbed her by the tit and jerked on it hard.
She stopped.
He finished, gagging her mouth completely.
"There you go," he said, "you scream all you want now, it won't matter."
And as if to prove his point he suddenly delivered three hard strokes to her breasts once again.
The sound was deafening as the leather cracked against her breasts.
Not volume ... but the psychic charge that was released, both in his mind and in hers as the hot blast of pain seared its way through her nerves up into her brain, was a force that seemed to contain a roaring sound as it surged forth.
His head was buzzing now, like an insect swarm. He focused his eyes on the point of meeting for her two thighs, that black, inverted triangle of pussy hair, point uncharacteristically pointing to the sky. Her lips were parted, stretched by the unnatural position of her two thighs.
Beneath the black hair all was shining pink. The pink flesh seemed to quiver with a life of its own, almost breathing.
He went again, cracking the belt right down the middle of her crotch.
This time he focused his aim particularly on her clitoris.
That hard, throbbing bud of nerves seemed the perfect target.
He hit her again, and again ... and again ... and again ...
The cracks started to sink into his brain like a metronome beating a primal rhythm into the darkest depths of his soul.
Harder ... harder ...
Along the inner surface of her thighs now, down one leg, then down the other as well.
Back always, however, to her cunt. And each stroke seemed to fall more wetly against the membranes that were by now a flaming red.
He moved back to her tits as well, whipping each nipple to a perfect erection.
The flesh around her nipples slowly turned a deeper and deeper red as he stroked each breast relentlessly with his belt.
And then, sensing in her body movements a heightening of arousal, he returned to her clit once more, whipping her till she came, directing each hard stroke of his belt to that throbbing, pulsating shaft of tightly packed nerves, whipping it with all the force and intensity at his command. Her body gyrations grew more and more frenzied, her muscles bulged madly beneath her skin, and her eyes stared wildly out from her face, seeing nothing.
He knew the moment she started to come. It was as though she'd been a motion picture image captured in freeze-frame.
Everything stopped.
He knew it was more than merely a cessation of body movements.
For her, for this moment, time stopped.
She was floating there ... in a void ... unable to function ...
He couldn't stop himself.
The sight of her body in that extreme state, coming, without sound, without motion, drove him crazy. His cock was throbbing, his balls were aching ...
He swung and swung and swung, unable to stop himself. It seemed that her body would continue orgasming forever, if he but kept the harsh strokes coming.
He did. Every one landed squarely on her cunt slit.
Every one sent a searing blast of sensation into her brain.
Everyone seemed, at the same time, to echo back and burn his own brain.
"Yeah ... " he muttered, "oh yeah ... "
His balls were starting to swell now. He could feel it. He was going to come right there, in front of her, whipping her ...
They burst all at once, and a massive glob of white juice sprang from the tip of his cock and splattered directly into her face.
A perfect shot too, he thought. The thing landed right on the tip of her nose.
Spreading back on either side, the glob of white goo immediately began to stream down (or, rather, up) her face, toward her hairline.
More jism followed, this not so carefully aimed.
Her tits caught wads, her belly ...
He couldn't aim high enough to land any in her pussy, but that didn't matter.
He was still landing strokes of his belt in her trench, and those were all she could handle for the moment.
He gripped his cock and pumped it, coaxing more and more juice out of the depths of his balls, splattering it over her body ...
And soon, he was totally exhausted. He was completely drained.
He dropped the belt, and fell onto the mattress next to her.
He was out, cold. She was still awake, still alert, but her body was a single mass of heat and pain. She couldn't move a muscle without excruciating pain.
And so she lay there, calm, forced into passive silence ... waiting ...
The knocking on the door was what brought them out of it.
She made noises, though with the gag in her mouth, she couldn't make them loud enough to awaken him.
Finally, however, the knocking was loud enough to cause him to stir.
"Shit," he muttered, "what the fuck ... ?"
She made another noise. She wanted him to pull the gag out.
He did so, looking confused.
What the fuck was he so dazed for, she wondered, she was the one who'd gotten the beating.
"There's someone at the door, Jimmy," she told him.
"Huh?"
"The door."
"HEY! JIMMY! WHAT THE FUCK, MAN, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!"
"Aw shit, this is great, doll," he said, "you'll get a chance to see what I was talking about. He said he was going to bring some of the shit by tonight."
"What ... ?" she said. "What are you talking about, Jimmy?"
"You wait. You'll see."
"JIMMY! Will you please untie me before you answer the door?"
"Huh? Oh. Yeah ... sure ... " he said, acting like he wasn't sure what it mattered, but what the fuck, if she wanted it, he wouldn't argue.
She sat on the bed, naked, jism all over her body, rubbing her ankles and wrists and feeling a hot glow in her pussy and along the surface of her thighs and tits that felt like it would never go away.
There were voices conversing in the next room.
She moved from the bed into the bathroom, wiped herself down and then stepped into the shower to wash the rest off her.
She didn't think. About anything.
That was always important.
She needed to drain her mind and keep it utterly drained, until her brain was able to work normally again.
Her skin quivered and tingled.
Her nipples were still firm and erect and utterly sensitive and as the water from the shower jet splashed over them and her breasts, the sensation seemed to increase.
Painful ... ?
Yes, but it was something that went far beyond pain. For what was pain but a function of the mind, a decision to define a certain sensation in a certain way.
But her mind was no longer functioning.
The values had been stripped away, if only for a brief moment, and in their place was something much purer and truer ... though ineffable, untouchable, and certain undefinable.
She was in the midst of pure experience, pure sensation.
It was spectacular.
She thought back a moment to that peak ...
That brilliant, scintillating sphere of white light into which she and the rest of the universe as well seemed to transform.
Pure energy. Mindless, unfocused force, welling up out of the depths of her being.
No purpose other than to simply be.
And her mind had been obliterated. Not all of it, of course, just the part that controlled her personality, her sense of who she was. For that brief interval, she'd ceased to be anybody. She was able to rise beyond and above, able to transcend the earthly plane altogether ... just as Jimmy had talked about.
"You gotta leave behind all that crap," he'd told her once, when she expressed uneasiness over her needs.
"It's you, Babe," he'd told her, "and you just gotta go with it, you know? I mean, what's the profit in judging yourself? Huh?"
She'd taken his advice, and now she was able, to stand in the shower and truly bring nothing more than her body to the experience, feeling the water dripping over her shoulders, her breasts, running down her back, the crack in her ass ...
No thoughts. No judgments. Just that warm, penetrating glow.
She dried herself off quickly and put her blouse and skirt back on, sans underwear.
She wouldn't need to worry about them, she told herself.
Out in the living room Jimmy was talking to someone she'd never met before.
"Hey, hey, hey, here's the little lady right now," said Jimmy, "my angel, my sweetness and light personified."
He held out his arm and she slipped herself into it. His hand settled on her shoulder and he pulled her close. "Baby, I want you to meet a good fine dude - Carlos. Carlos, this is my woman."
Carlos didn't look like a Carlos. In fact, he looked more like a Karl, with his blond hair and blue eyes.
She decided there was no point in mentioning it, not right now at least.
He didn't say anything, but he was giving her a strong look, up and down, and he seemed to approve. Whatever that meant. Or was worth.
"You must have just come out of the shower," said Jimmy, realizing that she was dripping all over him.
"No ... " she purred, "you just gave me such a work-out, I got all sweaty."
She rubbed her face against his shoulder like a cat.
Jimmy said, "Hey hey, you know how it is," to Carlos, "you gotta keep 'em satisfied, huh?"
Carlos grunted. "So we gonna talk business or what?"
"Yeah man, hey, Babe, cool it, would you? We do that shit later, all right?"
He sat down and pulled a chair over for Carlos. Tanya found one on her own.
"You gonna have the bread?"
Jimmy looked at Tanya. "Yeah. We gonna get it, no problem."
She said, "Jimmy ... "
He looked at her like he was gonna cut her throat right there.
He said, "We got it all worked out, man, you don't worry about a thing."
"Fine. When's it going down?"
"You let us know, we'll have it."
"Jimmy ... " she said, "I don't know if this guy's going to come through."
He stared t her like she wasn't even there.
Carlos said, "You don't sound like you got your shit worked out all that good, man."
Jimmy laughed. "You gotta understand man, there's always a little confusion in a thing like this. But it's all set. I'm telling you. It's all set."
She said, "Jimmy ... "
He said, "You fucking keep your mouth shut! You hear me?"
She fell silent.
Carlos studied the two of them.
"I like that," he said to Jimmy after a moment, no longer acknowledging Tanya as being present. "I like a man who knows how to keep a woman in check. I like a man who isn't swayed by all of this simple-minded drivel that we read in the papers and see on the television. This feminism ... this madness. It is wrong. It is vile."
"Yeah ... right. It's a fucking crock, ain't it?"
He stared at her harder now. "Is she under your control?"
Tanya felt a weird sensation listening to their conversation, as if, by virtue of the fact that they truly were ignoring her, she could actually feel detached, as if none of this were truly affecting her.
Jimmy said, "Yeah ... sure, what do you think?"
Carlos said, "I like that. Give me a demonstration. She spoke out of turn, did she not?"
"Yeah, right," said Jimmy. He turned to Tanya "What the fuck you talking out of turn for?"
Tanya felt something strange inside her. She wanted to shoot him down. Wanted to stand up and walk out of the house, show him that he couldn't speak to her that way.
She wanted to leave.
But she couldn't leave.
She couldn't understand quite why that was so, but she knew that she couldn't.
She could do nothing besides sit there and mumble a small-voiced apology, hanging her head.
"Yeah ... you're sorry, but you still made me look like a fool in front of this man who I'm gonna do business with, you know? That's a crock of shit."
She said nothing, hanging her head.
He reached for her chin and tilted her face up. "You fucking look at me when I talk to you, you hear?"
"Yes."
"Yes sir."
She felt the polar forces tearing inside her, one straining at her to resist this humiliation, to refuse to be sucked into it, the other ready, willing and anxious to acquiesce.
She closed her eyes and said, "Yes ... sir ... " again.
He turned to Carlos. "You want her?"
Carlos nodded slightly. "Thank you. It would be a remarkable act of faith."
"My friend, we are partners, are we not? You and I, we have talked a long time arranging this. It is too much of an opportunity to throw away on a woman, simply because she feels maybe she doesn't want to go along after all, especially when she's been so ready and willing all along."
He said, "Yes ... you are right."
Jimmy said to Tanya, "Take off your clothes, show him what I do to your body."
She paused a moment and he reached for her hair and very calmly, expressionlessly pulled on it, twisting it, tightening it harder and harder ...
"You do what I tell you, when I tell you to do it," he said.
"Oh!" she gasped in pain. Her legs weakened then and she nearly fell to her knees, except that he was supporting her by her hair, refusing to allow it to happen.
He said, "Do what I tell you. That's all I want you to do. Don't think about it. Just do it."
She felt Carlos' hot eyes on her body now, and as she began to unbutton her blouse, they seemed to refine their focus even more, until, like laser beams, they threatened to sear right through the surface of her skin.
He can see my soul, she thought to herself.
She dropped her blouse, she dropped her skirt.
There were no breaks in her skin, and the welts had more or less blended into large patches of flaming skin.
But it was clear that something drastic had been done to her, and recently.
Carlos nodded, almost amused.
"She seems to appreciate the purpose of a woman, does she not?"
"Yeah ... like, she really does."
He said to Tanya, "Turn around. I want to see your body from all angles."
His voice contained that one quality that Jimmy lacked, and would always lack.
Confidence.
She turned around now, facing Jimmy as Carlos studied her from the back.
"You offered her to me?" he asked.
"Of course."
He said, "Good. You may turn around now."
She did so.
He reached out and gripped her breasts, squeezing them firmly, pulling on her nipples.
They were tender and sore and Tanya gasped in deep agony.
He said nothing. There was no impatience about him. He seemed to know that time was on his side ... that time was the one thing that he would always have, whereas Jimmy seemed always to be short of time, to fear that it would expire, that it would leave him waiting in the dust.
She felt the tips of his fingers, as though they were each a glowing wand of fire.
She closed her eyes, tried to make the sensation disappear. Were it merely imagination, surely it wouldn't survive a concentrated attack upon its validity?
It was impossible.
Along the surface of her inflamed skin, sensitive, hyper aware of all manner of force transmissions, she felt energy flowing from his fingers into her body ... filling her, arousing her once more.
Jimmy had said to her once, "You don't ever get enough, do you?"
She'd embarrassedly denied it,
Now, as Carlos's sensitive fingers moved over the surface of her body, carefully, deftly, with calm assurance, she felt herself succumbing to the pressure, the force. It ripped through her now, even though her body remained savaged and shattered.
His fingers were perfect. His pressure just right.
He stroked her breasts, her firm, jiggling mounds of flesh, letting his fingers roam lightly over the surface, and the sensation was delicious.
She stammered, "I ... I ... " and then fell silent, not knowing what to say. He seemed to be reading her mind, however, and she felt that there was no need for her to even speak. As though he could read everything she had to say beforehand.
Jimmy said, "You go right ahead, man, you'll find out she's got a lot going for her."
He was looking up and down her body now, focusing in on the redness of her flesh.
"She seems to know the joys of a stern strapping," said Carlos. His blue eyes were like ice. "Am I correct?"
"Yeah, you got it, man, believe me."
Carlos looked her over again, dropping to his knees to study her thighs, her buttocks, pulling the cheeks apart to examine her asshole, and then, finally, her cunt.
He said, "You absorb a lot, don't you?"
She said, "Yes ... " noting that her voice was small, think-sounding.
He said, "The sound of leather striking your skin gives me a warm feeling as I contemplate it, and perhaps sometime I can experience it for myself. But for now, I would like you to suck me. Would you do that?"
She said, "Yes ... "
Of course she would. It amazed her to realize that she had absolutely no reservations at all. She felt as though this was the man for whom she'd been looking all her life.
"Sure, man, she's got a good mouth, you'd better believe it. And, hey ... like, feel free ... you know, any time. She's real eager to please ... aren't you, doll."
Another thing that amazed her was how totally irrelevant Jimmy was starting to seem.
There was a subtle communication forming now between herself and Carlos and Jimmy was without a doubt on the outside.
Carlos moved with perfect precision, every move a study in economy of motion.
She started to drop to her knees, but he stopped her.
"Perhaps," he said to Jimmy, "you would permit me to take her into the next room?"
Jimmy's brain wasn't working real fast right now.
His beady eyes darted from Tanya to Carlos, and back again.
She said nothing, kept the expression on her face perfectly calm.
After all, Jimmy wanted her to be no more than a piece of furniture, a piece of equipment that he could loan out as he felt like it ... there wasn't anything for her to say.
This was between him and Carlos, and quite frankly, she didn't think he was up to it.
But he said, "Hey ... be my guest, man. Feel free ... you know. Like, the bed's kind of a mess, you know ... but-"
"I don't mind," said Carlos, taking her by the hand, leading her into the bedroom.
She felt perfectly at ease with him, even though she had no idea what he was capable of, and sensed, somewhere down at the base of her spine, that he was much crueler, colder, deadlier than Jimmy could even hope to imagine.
Yet ... he was a professional. Whatever that word, conjured up, Carlos projected it in his every word and action.
He closed the door as they entered and pointedly locked it.
Jimmy, for intents and purposes, had just ceased to exist.