Chapter 3
Linda stirred, mumbled a few incoherent words, and then suddenly opened her eyes. She blinked a few times at the bright light streaming through the bedroom windows, and her dazed expression cleared and she saw Bob. Her eyes automatically dropped and she saw the large lump in his pants, straining the fabric. Her eyes grew big and she tried to jump up.
As she did, she discovered her nearly nude state and the fastenings on her ankles. She screamed and screamed as her upper body writhed and twisted painfully.
Bob let her scream. He felt a surge of guilt, but suppressed it, knowing she'd soon come to love him. He kept his distance, waiting for her to calm down. Bringing a chair close to the bed he sat down and calmly folded his arms across his chest. When Linda saw that her screams neither frightened him nor brought help, she became even more terrified. The man's continued silence was more threatening than any direct action.
Finally, as he knew would happen, she couldn't take the ominous silence any longer.
"W-what do you w-want?" Linda stammered, although in her heart, she already knew.
"You," Bob said quietly. "I've wanted you for years, ever since I was a teenager. You are the most beautiful, desirable woman I've ever seen, and I'm going to do my best to make you happy, to make you enjoy being a woman."
"Y-you're going to r-rape me!" Linda gasped, her frightened eyes fixed on his determined expression. Her heart thumped wildly and it was all she could do to keep from bursting into hysterics.
"No, not really," Bob said. "I'm not going to touch you until you ask me to, and I won't fuck you until you beg for my cock—"
"Never!" Linda cried. "Not even if you torture me! I'm going to become a Bride of God!"
Bob smiled. "We'll see. First of all, tell me your name."
"Linda. Linda Smith," she said defiantly.
"Linda. A nice name. O.K., time to get some things straight. Think of me as a father. I don't want to punish you, but if you're bad, I'll have to. If you lie, you'll get punished. If you say no to any of my orders, you'll get punished." He paused, making sure she understood. "I didn't have to leave your hands untied, you know. And I didn't have to use soft elastic to tie your ankles. But I'm not a cruel man. You might find that hard to believe, now, I know, but in a few days you'll understand."
Linda just stared at him, sure he was insane. A few days! Lord, he planned to keep her prisoner for days!
"Sit up!" Bob said, and leaned forward when she did. His throat was dry as the upper swells of her huge, thrusting tits quivered above their cups.
"Now take off your bra," he said, "and show me your tits!"
The blatant order and the vulgar term shocked the innocent girl, although she had been expecting him to rip her last vestiges of decency and modesty away and take her like an animal.
"Oh, God!" she cried, "don't make me do that, please!"
"Would you rather I did it?" Bob asked. "You see, as long as you do as I say, I won't have to touch you. You might think about that, and compare me to the rapists you've heard about."
Linda went red all over and felt a cold sweat break out on her body. Despite her fear and shame, she was still aware of the insistent itch centered between the moist lips of her pussy. She was also aware of the size and weight of her tits as she sat up on the bed.
Unable to look at him, her face burning with shame, Linda reached behind her back to unhook her bra. How could she show her breasts to him? With trembling fingers, and breathing rapidly, thinking of all the tortures the'martyred saints had endured, and praying that she could be as brave, Linda did it. As long as he doesn't touch me, she told herself as the last hook came undone, there is hope. The bra almost flew from her chest, and Linda thought she'd die from shame.
"My God!" Bob breathed reverently.
He adjusted his chair for a better view. Never in his life had he seen a more magnificent pair of tits! Full-blown, heavy beauties, round and very full and pointed toward the tips. They swung and jiggled deliciously, and their nipples, centered on areolas larger than any he'd ever seen, pointed straight out, standing dark and stiff from her pale skin.
Linda felt the man's lewd gaze on her naked tits and gave a low moan. This was the first time in her life that any one had seen her breasts uncovered, and she shuddered with shameful embarrassment while her face grew hot. She stole a glance at him and was immediately ashamed at the strange pleasure she felt at his obvious admiration. Her large areolas tightened, puckering and wrinkling, and she knew that her nipples were stretching out even more. They felt hot and tight and nearly as itchy as her poor pussy.
Bob licked his lips. His cock felt like an iron bar in his pants. "See," he said. "That didn't hurt, did it? And I haven't even touched you. Now, reach down and pull your panties off."
Momentarily, Linda's mouth just hung open with shock. She hadn't let herself believe that such a thing could happen to her. She tried to scream, but fear made her throat constrict. Bob watched as she tossed and struggled on the bed, her enormous tits flopping up and down and rolling from side to side.
"Oh, no, nooooo!" Linda sobbed, finally finding her voice. Tears ran down her upturned cheeks. "Please, oh, please, don't make me do that! I-I took my bra off, you've seen my b-breasts. Won't you be merciful? God will forgive you, I'll pray for you!"
She closed her mouth and cringed as Bob's hands reached for her panties. As she squirmed in terror, her ass cheeks clenched involuntarily. She felt the silken band sink deeper into her crack, then realized that her mammoth tits were flopping wildly about and that the man's eyes were on them.
"See," he said, "there's no escape. I'll have to touch your pretty ass if I take your panties off. But if you do it I'll just sit here and keep my hands to myself."
Bob's lustful gaze settled on Linda's narrow crotchband. It was taut, stuffed to bursting with thick curls. Below he could see her plump ass cheeks where the panties had slid into her ass crack, exposing them. Once more his hands stretched forth.
"No, no," Linda sobbed, holding up her hands. "I'll do it!"
Her face burned with shame as she reached for her panties. She knew the plump lips of her itching, over-stimulated pussy were pouting, just as they had before she'd masturbated this morning. Once again she was ashamed that she had so little control over her body. Her pussy didn't care that she was tied to a madman's bed and being forced to strip herself naked.
She braced herself as her fingers closed around the elastic band of her panties. Arching her back, she lifted her fleshy ass and closed her eyes. Her huge tits sagged slightly sideways. She felt the silken slide of the panties as she pushed them down over each plump ass cheek. Because of the spread of her legs, she couldn't get them past her upper thighs.
She shuddered again, falling back on the bed with a moan as she felt the cool mountain air hit the hot folds of her grossly exposed pussy. Naked, she thought. Oh, God, naked! And before a man!
"Oh, baby!" Bob groaned, staring at the thick cluster of chestnut-colored hair surrounding her pussy. It was thick and curly and glistened wetly, and a thin sprinkling of curls grew in a fine line toward her navel. "What a bush! Why, I'll bet it's two inches deep!"
Linda moaned and her mind reeled with humiliaton. She burst into a fresh flood of tears and turned her face away from him, trying to bury it in the pillow.
Bob felt uncomfortable every time she moaned and cried, but he told himself she'd soon get over it. Soon, he knew, she'd be begging him to fuck her. The thought was his whole world.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" Linda whimpered over and over.
She knew he was staring at her exposed pussy, and she now knew what he was seeing, for she had viewed Mary's earlier. She knew that the wet, pink folds of her pussy were pouting from the center of her thick curls, completely visible. And she knew that she was rapidly becoming wetter. He'd see the juice forming on her naked, itching cunt and, oh, God, he'd be able to smell her!
Bob bent down and retrieved a small box from under the bed. He smiled and handed it to her. "This is for you," he said, smiling. "It's a present for your pussy."
The frightened girl's trembling fingers slowly opened the box. Curiously, she peered inside and a puzzled expression crossed her pretty face. A present for her pussy? she wondered, eyeing the two oval, metallic objects resting on a velvet pad. They were connected by a very short cord.
"Go ahead," Bob laughed. "Take 'em out."
Linda lifted the two little eggs from their nest and was surprised to discover that they felt alive in her palm. Startled, she gave a little cry and dropped them.
"Ever hear of ben wa balls?" Bob asked. "Well, these are similar. They're called rin-no-tama in Japan. The one on the left is hollow, the other contains a smaller metal ball, also hollow, but with a few lead pellets bouncing around inside it. They're an ancient Oriental device specifically prescribed for nuns and virgins whose nerves need soothing."
In spite of her shame and fear, Linda was curious. She couldn't see how these funny-looking things could soothe anyone's nerves.
"Pick them up and push them up your pussy," Bob said quietly.
Linda's eyes widened. She looked as if she'd been slapped. Push those things inside her pussy? She drew away from him, pressing her body against the bed and licking her dry lips nervously. She knew there was no escape. He was going to force her to stuff her poor, virginal cunt with those awful things! She just knew she'd die of shame!
"I'm waiting," Bob said warningly.
Slowly, trying to keep her mind blank, Linda picked up the twin eggs. She had to nerve herself up to go through with this unspeakable ordeal. A deep flush brightened her face, neck and the tops of her tits, making the skin feel hot. She turned her head away from him again and forced her trembling hands to approach her pussy.
When the first hollow egg touched the sticky warmth of her pussylips, a wave of faintness made her dizzy. Linda sniveled, wondering if her arm would obey her. Her face was still averted, for she was unable to stand the thought of his witnessing her humiliation, her degradation. She was uncomfortably aware of the cool metal against her steamy pussy.
'^That's right,'' Bob whispered as he'saw the little egg press slightly against the moist folds. The girl's extremely hairy, plump-lipped cunt was as nice as he'd known it would be. Already his cock felt more like a lead pipe than an iron bar.
"Come on," he urged, "they won't hurt you. Push them in, nice and easy, just like you would your finger."
He saw that her pudgy pink cuntlips were parting with the ball's pressure, and saw the delicious-looking, shiny wet, red tissues in the center of the wonderful cleft.
Slowly, panting with shame and feeling light-headed from fear and shame, Linda nudged half of the first egg between the quivering lips of her pussy. She was moist and slippery, and the round intruder sank easily into her split and slid downward toward her tiny pussy. A hint of pleasure from the ball's smooth passage filled her with dismay. She didn't want to feel any pleasure from this awful, sinful act!
The ball came to rest on the virginal, muscular ring, then slipped slowly in. "Ohhhhh-h-h-h!" Linda whined.
What was the matter with her? She couldn't enjoy such sinful, ungodly pleasure! But the wet, throbbing cunt between her legs welcomed the first of the two egg-shaped objects by puffing out, pouting to surround it while already coating its twin with an enormous amount of juice.
Bob laughed when he saw her pussy clench and her ass cheeks tighten. She was breathing so hard that he could hear the rush of air. The second ball disappeared inside her cute pussy and her eyes bulged.
"Gahhh-h-h-h-h!" she cried.
"Starting to feel them, eh?" Bob laughed.
He eyed the marble-like, inflamed-looking clit at the top of the girl's dripping pussy. It was visibly throbbing. So far, his plan was working very well. He wanted her so horny and so weak from cumming that she would be putty in his hands.
Linda groaned again as the two balls nudged each other in the snug tunnel of her pussy, caught between the elastic mouth of her small cunthole and the tautly stretched membrane of her cherry. The little metal eggs quivered and rolled, sending continuous shocks and vibrations into her virginal loins. Without looking, Linda knew that her lump of sensitive clit, the strange little pink finger at the top of her pussy, was growing and burning.
"Nuhhh-h-h!" she moaned, involuntarily lifting her ass off the mattress. Her mouth fell open as her orgasm approached, and she couldn't stop from hunching. "Aaaagggggg-hhhhh-h-h-h! Uhhhhhh ... uhhhhhhhh . . . uhhhhhhhh!" Her body was thrashing wildly.
Bob's eyes were drawn to her enormous heaving tits.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that she was making it worse by moving her hips and ass, but she couldn't help herself. She just couldn't stay still!
The mind-numbing sensations shot through her cunt-tunnel and clit again and again. Her glowing, extended, nerve-filled clit seemed to draw the balls' vibrations like a lightning rod. Linda knew she was about to cum again.
The mouth of her pussy felt as if it were yawning. The eggs seemed to swim around inside of her, bumping each other and her mucus-lined walls, sending delicious thrills to her super-sensitive clit. She came again and again, and was barely conscious when she felt Bob untie her ankles.
In a daze, she allowed him to swing her off the bed and onto her feet, and as she swayed weakly with yet another orgasm, she felt him pull her panties up. Then he was pushing her hands into something and she looked down. He was putting what looked like small boxing gloves over her hands!
"Just to keep you from temptation," he said, smiling. "We wouldn't want the rin-no-tama to come out too soon, would we?"
"Awwwww-w-w-w!" Linda bleated as another orgasm rushed through her.
She dropped to her knees, her hanging tits pulling heavily at her chest, and looked up at Bob with glassy eyes. She panted and moaned as another scorching thrill went through her. She dropped to all fours, and her stiffened nipples brushed the floor.
Bob watched as the girl lost all control. She wiggled her ass wantonly, reaching under her body with one gloved hand in a vain attempt to remove the eggs that were driving her crazy. He walked behind her and peered at the deep, inviting cleft of her plump, jiggling ass cheeks.
Linda was hotter than she'd ever been before in her young life. Her constant cuntal spasms weakened her limbs, and she fell face down on the floor. Bob eyed her grinding, shaking ass cheeks as she writhed and sobbed with unwanted lust. Her soft white tits squirted out from beneath her body and her hands scratched at the floor, scuffing the shiny newness of the gloves.
"Ohhh! Ooooooh! Oh, God, I can't stand it! I can't stand it!" she screamed, helplessly humping on the floor.
She'd never felt so degraded, so ashamed. She couldn't control herself and she could feel her soft, quivering ass cheeks jerking spasmodically. She was shaking her ass in his face, but she was beginning not to care.
"All right," Bob said, "I think you'll be more comfortable back on the bed." And he picked her up and placed her on her back again.
"Jeez," he breathed, "look at that!"
Linda's pussy was pouting redly, the large plump folds distended and wet. A steady flow of juice dribbled from the tiny hole at the bottom of her gorgeous pussy. Some of the juice disappeared into the tight crack of her ass and Bob knew it was coating her asshole.
Linda was quieter now, whimpering and moaning only occasionally. Every minute or so her body quivered violently as another orgasm surged through her. Bob couldn't even begin to count the number of times she'd cum, but he knew she was reaching the point of no return—the point where she would be completely his.
She sighed, turning her head to one side and smiling weakly. Her brain swirled as she began to rotate her hips and grind her cunt into the bed. She wiggled her ass, drunk with lust, her conscience forgotten, submerged in a sort of ecstatic semi-coma. Her tingling nipples dug into the sheets.
Bob reached down and untied the gloves' laces. Then he took them off. "You can take the balls out, now, Linda," he said.
"Nuhhhh-h-h-h ... wha...?".
'' I said, you can take the balls out, now." he repeated.
"N-nooooooooo," Linda slurred, almost drunkenly.
"Shall I touch your pussy?" he asked quietly.
"Mmmphh! Wha . . . ? Yes-s-s-s, touch me, touch me!" Linda panted, hardly knowing what she was saying. Her tongue constantly licked her dry lips.
Eagerly, Bob slid two fingers into her hot, dribbling little pussy. Linda gurgled happily and hunched her ass toward the fingers. The two little metal balls were warm and slippery and his quest for them in her spasming tunnel only increased the helpless girl's already-raging lust. She lifted her yearning cunt to him, letting him sink his fingers as far in as her cherry. Then he curled a finger around the balls' short cord and slowly pulled them free of her sucking passage.
She immediately missed them. Her empty, pouting pussy visibly clenched and unclenched, a little mouth in search of a morsel. Bob slid his thumb three times over her clit, softly.
"Mmmm!" Linda moaned, and opened her eyes just as he took his thumb away.
"N-no, don't stop!" she panted, humping toward the hand.
She had forgotten that this was the man who had kidnapped her, degraded her beyond her wildest imaginings. All she knew was that he was the giver of pleasure, that only through his aid could she quench the awful fire in her loins. Only through him could such unbelievable pleasure return.
"Do you want me to touch you?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
Linda's glassy eyes fastened on his long, hard cock as he pulled it from his pants.
"Y-yes, yes! Anything! Help me, I'm burning up!"
Discovering that her hands were free of the gloves delighted her, and she reached down and began to massage the inflamed lips of her distended cunt.
"Tell me to do it!" Bob demanded. "Tell me to fuck you!"
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me cum-m-m-m!" she wailed.
Bob smiled. He slid his wet fingers under her ass, and let one search her crack.
Linda cooed, a weak, silly smile on her face as the man lightly stroked her asshole. It felt funny, but good to have that little pink dimple polished so gently.
"Mmmmm," she sighed signaling assent. "Mmmmmmmmm, oh, yes-s-s-s, that feels gooooooood ..."