Chapter 6
Barney lifted Pamela up and snarled, "Where the fuck is the bedroom?"
She pointed weakly toward a hallway and he carried her toward the bedroom. "Okay, bitch. Now I'm gonna teach you your lessons." He tossed her down on the bed and ripped off her negligee so that she was naked.
Then he pulled her hands up over her head. There was a brass headboard. He used the tattered pieces of the negligee to tie her hands together and to tie them to the headboard.
She struggled but realized that she was completely under his control. Then he pulled both of her legs up in the air and he pulled her ankles through the cross-bars, of the headboard.
Holding her in place with one hand, he loosened his tie with the other. He was still wearing the same clothes he had worn to the, office that day. He used the tie to bind her right ankle to the headboard. Then he grabbed a pair of the girl's pantyhose from the chair right at the side of the bed. He quickly tied the sheer cloth around her left ankle and then tied that to the bed.
So, when he was finished with the girl, he had managed to-get her bound up. Her hands were up over her head and her legs were up in the air, over her head. Her ass was jutting out toward him.
"Now I can really give you a spanking you're gonna remember," he said as he slid his leather belt out of the loops of his pants.
Her eyes widened with fear as she saw the leather strap that was going to threaten the delicate, cheeks of her bottom. She actually started to quiver when he doubled it over in his hand.
Barney was holding onto the buckle and the end of the belt in one hand so that there was a loop made out of the rest of the belt. He slapped that doubled over portion against, his open palm a number of times. Then he raised the belt up and slammed it across the cheeks-of her ass.
She clenched her ass cheeks together and screamed out when she felt that happening.
Barney looked up and realized that there were mirrors on her ceiling. How convenient. He could watch her writhing and struggling and tensing up from all angles then.
He pulled off his shirt and slapped her ass with the hot leather once more.
Although there was a generally reddish glow all over the cheeks of her ass from the spanking he had given her by band in the other room, now that he was using the belt on her he was leaving bright red lines across the cheeks of her bottom.
He slapped the belt across the cheeks once again and there was yet another stripe left there. This third stripe had cut across the other two. Now the girl really knew that she was in pain.
And he was able to leave her like that for a moment so that she could contemplate her fate while lie stripped naked. His hard dick was standing up in front of him, threatening her.
"I'm gonna do a little bit of exploring around this apartment," he said with a smile.
"Take whatever you want. I don't care. Steal anything you like, you ... "
He slapped her bard across the face and hissed, "I never stole anything in my life, bitch."
Then he left the room. She struggled to pull free, but she could not. It was a full ten minutes before he returned to the room and when he did he was carrying a cucumber that he had gotten cold from the kitchen.
In his other hand was a can of cooking grease. He sat on the bed and toyed with those items. "Now, what was it that you were saying to me about ruining me in the company ad seeing to it that I would never get another decent job again as long as I lived?"
"I ... I didn't say anything like ... uh, that ... B-Barney."
"You're a shitty liar. Look, bitch, I can't keep you tied up like this for the next forty years so as far as I'm concerned there's only one attitude I can take and survive. I have to just figure that when you get out of these bonds you're gonna call your daddy and go crying to him. So, Pamela, I might as well have as much fun as I want."
Then he pressed the tip of the cucumber against her cunt lips and opened the lips with his fingers so that they were wrapped around the hard, cold, green surface. He pushed forward.
"Oh," she gasped. "Wh-why d-don't you use your own dick."
She was looking right at his cock and she could see that it was stiff as an iron-poker. He just smiled and said, "Shut the fuck up, slut... I don't stick my dick in holes that were used too often."
Then he pushed forward with the cucumber and she felt her inner labia spreading apart around the viciously invading vegetable. He opened the can of cooking grease then and he lathered a little bit of it around the next bit of the cucumber, the thicker part.
And then he started to slide it forward, to move it stealthily into her body.
Even as he was doing that, spreading open the delicate pussy lips and the flesh in the depths of her hole, he lathered some of the cooking grease around the head and the great length of his own cock. Then he pushed forward on the cucumber as he positioned his dick right at her ass hole. Everything in the girl's body tensed up at that instant.
"No. Not that way. No man ever did that to me. I don't want it. I don't."
"And you're used to only getting what you want, aren't you, bitch?"
He pushed forward with the head of his cock and left a little bit of the cooking grease right around the clinging opening of the anus. Then he pushed again and his cock head managed to push forward so that the flared head was lodged inside the sphincter.
The girl cried out and Barney groaned because he felt the clinging flesh that was wrapped around the flared head of his cock, gripping him right behind the head at the most sensitive spot.
He started to push his cock head to one side and then to the other. Then he finally started to push forward. He was sliding into her body and he could feel the tension that was fighting against him. "Listen, bitch," he said, slapping her right across the spot where he had lashed her ass with the leather. "I'm gonna get inside that hole whether you like it or not. If you relax and take it you might even enjoy it, although I don't give a damn whether you do or not. But if you don't relax then I'll rip you to shreds."
Just as he finished saying that he slid forward with one powerful thrust of his hips. He pushed the full length of his cock all the way into the hot hole. He could feel the moisture that surrounded the length of his cock and he pulled back and pushed forward time after time.
He soon felt the difference in the girl's body. He could tell that she was responding.
Each time he pushed into her and she felt the length of the stiff cock filling up her ass hole she tensed up in response. But then when he pulled out of her hole and she felt the tingling sensation as the flared head of his cock rubbed back against her delicate flesh, she shivered and responded to him.
As he was working his dick in and out of her ass hole, he was pulling the cucumber around and around and in and out of her pussy. He was massaging her clitoris with the thick, hard vegetable.
His cock was pulling back against her sphincter and then it was slamming against the depths of her body, time after time. Meanwhile he was pushing and pulling on the green thing and that was certainly massaging her cunt and creating more and more liquid in the hole.
Pamela really was going wild. Up until then she really had always been in charge when she had sex with anyone. She really had always been in control of what would happen when.
She was a spoiled girl and when she told a man that she had-had enough fucking she expected him to pull out of her whether he was satisfied or not. Strangely enough the word that would best describe her attitude was 'macho' the word that some men used to justify inconsiderate behavior. The honest word was merely 'inconsiderate' thoughtlessly ignoring the needs and wants of her sex partner. But now it was her needs and wants that were ignored.
And yet, she was finding that losing control over the situation could be erotic.
As the cucumber worked in and out and in and out of her hot pussy she knew that she was getting closer to an orgasm. The movement of the cock inside her ass hole was rubbing against the tender flesh there and was massaging against the nerve endings all around the hole.
There was excitement that was rushing up her spine and back down to her pussy.
And then, suddenly, even before the girl expected it, she felt her cunt wails collapsing around the cucumber. Barney, who was holding onto the cold vegetable, could feel the way the girl's pussy was gripping it tightly. Then he felt the pulling around his own cock.
As soon as her cunt walls collapsed around the cucumber her anal opening collapsed around his dick and seemed to be sucking the juice right out of his thick prong.
He started to cum. How strange it was that he had taken such complete control of the situation and yet it was the natural response of Pamela's body that had forced him to cum before he actually wanted to. Perhaps that merely proved that, in spite of ropes and bonds and sexual domination, there is no such thing as a person taking complete, full control of the sexual relations he will share with another. The body, the natural juices, the sexual responses, the fantasies, will all stay in control no matter how determined one might be to subdue them.
Slowly, Barney started to work his dick out of her ass hole. He had been sucked dry by the undulating movement of the anal opening. When be pulled out of her, he started to pull on the cucumber. It was a little mushy and warm where her clinging cunt flesh had clasped onto it. It was covered with cunt juice and some of that juice had seeped into the vegetable.
He held the cucumber up to the girl's lips and hissed, "Lick it off."
"I ... I don't like cucumber ... " she said in a very weak whisper.
"And I don't care what you like and what you don't like. Now lick it off."
Slowly, knowing that she was bound to the bed and would not be untied until he chose to do so, the girl worked her tongue over the surface of the warm cucumber. She tasted her own cunt juice for the first time. Her body seemed to be heating up all over again.
"Damn you," he mumbled. Then he tossed the vegetable down and got into position right over her face with his filthy dick dangling close to her lips. She looked up and knew what he wanted.
She tried to turn her face away, but he grabbed her soft blonde hair with his powerful black fingers. He tugged on the hair as he snarled, "Take it in your mouth if you ever want to be untied from this bed."
It was a threat, really an idle threat. He couldn't keep her there forever. She knew she had been able to sense, that he was not going to do anything really desperate to her. She sensed that he wouldn't take her life or do permanent damage to her, and that was the bottom line.
It was at this point, somewhat revolted by his demand, that she knew she could, if she really wanted to, fight him off on this point. She could manage to keep her mouth from being violated by his filthy dick. And yet, there was a longing inside of her.
The orgasm she had experienced while she was tied up had been the greatest of her sexual life. Pamela had thought that finding the perfect orgasm involved taking complete control over her sex life. She now realized that she could move closer toward perfection simply by losing herself in the sex act, by giving herself over to it, by becoming enslaved to it.
And so her lips parted and the filthy head of the cock slid between them. Soon, the black dick was pumping in and out of her mouth. She couldn't take the full length of it in her throat no matter what. It was slamming against the depths of her throat and spreading apart the muscles in the back of her throat. She gagged each time that happened.
Each time she gagged the cock was pushed back out of her mouth and that would cause the sensitive flesh under the cock head to be rubbed along the girl's tongue. That would send a tingling sensation up the girl's spine and a tingling through the man's balls.
He was holding onto her hair as he pumped up and down in her mouth. His dick had been cleaned off and now he was just pumping away as he liked. But suddenly he pulled out of her throat.
His cock was as hard as a metal spike. He mounted her and she was prepared to feel the intrusion of his cock inside her ass hole again. But this time she felt the cock head right up against the lips of her pussy. She was lubricated with cunt cream and cucumber juice.
He was able to push the flared head of his dick right into the hot opening of the cunt. Then he pressed forward and slid directly, his stiffness holding fast as he pressed against the depths of hr body.
Then he pulled his dick back a little bit and pushed forward again. He was working his cock in and out and in and out of the hot hole. He slammed against the deepest depths of the cunt and then he pulled all the way back until the flared bead of his cock was pulling right up against the clitoris. The clit tingled with excitement.
Immediately, Pamela was on the verge of another orgasm. She was hot, very hot.
The big black cock slammed all the way into her, pushing against the depths of her body with the fist-like head of it. Then it pulled all the way back against the clitoris again.
He pushed forward and then pulled back. It was a continual movement of his dick inside her.
They were both right on the verge and holding back. Holding back until they couldn't hold back any longer.
"Araarghhh!" she cried out as her cunt walls pulled taut.
His dick slammed forward, partially from the power of his hips and partially from the suction pressure of the cunt walls around his throbber. They were locked together in a moment of orgasmic lust.
Just when she thought that she was going to finish cumming, she felt the pulsating cock slapping against the walls of her pussy and she was forced to continue the passionate sensations in her body.
And as for him, he kept being tugged by the pussy flesh and that made his orgasm continue.
They were both completely worn out, completely drained, when he pulled out of her.
Once he pulled out of her there was a heaviness about his attitude. He started to untie her from the bed. He didn't say anything to her as he did that. She was massaging her wrists and her ankles, to try to get the circulation back in them once again.
Then he turned to the side of the bed and started to gather up his clothes.
When Pamela saw what he was doing, she quickly said, "Don't you want to take a shower?"
He turned to look at her, surprised by the generosity of the offer since he had just been her captor. "Yes. I would like that," he said, glancing at her from the side of his eye.
Then he stood up and turned to her as he asked, "The bathroom through here."
"I'll run it for you," she said. She had taken on the tone of a polite hostess.
Barney was confused, unsure of how she was responding to him and to the things that had just happened between them. She was running the water of the shower for him when she turned in his direction and smiled, strangely, at the handsome, naked black man.
"You're not tied to the bed now, Pamela. You can do whatever you want to do."
"I'm doing what I want to do," she said, almost reverting to her old tone of voice, snotty, superior, sure. But then she became kittenish again as she continued, "May I come into the shower with you and wash your back for you?"
"I give you permission for that," he said, nodding his head as he stepped into the tub shower She stepped in right behind him and started to lather up the soap on his back. Then he turned around, his arms still at his sides, and she lathered his powerfully defined chest.
"You'd better watch out," he said, as she started to lather the soap along his stiffening dick. 'If you get it hard again I might just have to toss you down right here and rape the hell out of you again, bitch."
"Oh, sir. Yes, sir," she said as her fingers started to work even faster along the stiffness of his prick. It was standing up in her fingers in less than another minute.
He knew what he wanted and now she knew what she wanted. She had been forced to discover it, to admit it. And now that she bad discovered it for herself, this new option of being dominated, she knew that she loved it.