Chapter 2
She had a knack for trouble, Marsha thought sadly. She did not know where she was or what was happening to her exactly. The last she remembered she was safe in her bed on the university campus and now she didn't know what was happening to her. She was in excruciating pain, but she was unable to cry out. There was a hard, sort of rubbery ball that was filling her mouth. It was so tight in her mouth that she had to open her mouth as wide as possible and her jaws were killing her. It felt like it was attached to straps that were tight around her head. She could barely get her lips around it but she was forced to accommodate it. There was something tight around her entire head, even over the ball in her mouth. It felt like tight rubber and it stretched tight and prevented her from seeing anything.
She was naked, she knew. That was as scary as anything. She knew she did not have one stitch of clothing on her body to cover her. And her legs were spread wide! Worse, still, there was nothing she could do to close her legs! There was nothing she could do to move at all. There was something in between her cunt lips, too but she could not know what it was. It felt like a flat inch wide strip of stiff leather that was strapped around her and pulled up tight to a harness of some kind around her waist. The leather was stiff and cruel and it cut into her tender cunt lips every time she even thought about moving.
But she could not move. Her hands were tight, very tightly secured behind her back. It felt like the same kind of leather thongs that bound her arms. Her arms were cruelly pulled behind her, tied even up to the elbows, forcing her young breasts to jut out forward. Her head was forced far back, as far back as was possible without snapping her neck and she soon realized that the thong that held her head was the same one that stretched down between her legs and cut into her ass-cheeks and her cunt lips. It must have been attached around her waist, down the front and up the back to hold her head back.
The foot of her right leg was securely tied to the thigh of her left leg and she was sitting, forced to sit with her legs so spread on the cold stone floor. Somehow she was tied to a short timber that rose up from the floor, so that she could not move forward, backward, could not raise herself, could not rest a single muscle.
Marsha could barely feel her muscles anymore. They were almost as though they did not belong to her anymore. They did not respond when she asked them to help her, when she called upon them to explain what the things attached to her meant.
Everything was a nightmare. A senseless nightmare. She could not see, she could not speak, she could not move, she could not become comfortable, could not stretch her aching body, could not cover her shameful, spread nakedness. What was happening to her! Where was she! The floor was icy cold and hard and she knew it was stone. The air was cool and damp and she sensed she was in a basement or a dungeon of some kind.
Oh, God, not a dungeon, she thought. She certainly did have a knack for getting in trouble. That was why her father had sent her away to college. The boys back home could not keep their hands off of her and she could never say no to their requests. They all looked so pitiful standing there before her with pleading eyes and hard-ons pushing up through their pants. She had taken mercy upon all of them and her father did not appreciate her reputation. When he was confronted with evidence of her less than virtuous life, he outright could not tolerate it He sent her away.
As though being away from home would help. He knew it would not. But at least she would be out of his hair. At least she would no longer shock the community. It seemed the outward show of virtues was more important than reality. It was more in keeping with custom and tradition to have his daughter sin away from home. Away where the neighbors would never know.
The boys had been no different at the university. They all wanted the same things. They all looked at Marsha with the same pleading eyes and the same bulge in their pants. And, as at home, she could not refuse them.
The last thing Marsha remembered was being out for the night with Sammy Brown, the new freshman in her law class. They had had a fabulous night, but perhaps they had had too much to drink. She remembered going to bed in her room, alone. The ceiling had been spinning around as she lay there and she felt the full effects of all the drinking she had done with Sammy. She watched the room spin around and around and she thought about what they had done together on the grass in the park. But that was all she knew until now. Until this pain and humiliation.
Sammy had taken a bottle of wine with them and they had gone into the park at night even though the signs all said no one was allowed after dark. That was all the better, he told her and she smiled and giggled because she knew exactly what he was talking about. She pretended shyness only as coquettish flirtation. They both knew there was nothing shy about her.
They sat on the grass and sipped the wine and he told her dirty jokes because he thought that would turn her on and get her ready for sex. She thought that was rather "freshman" of him but she said nothing because she knew that eventually he would get down to business. If he liked dirty jokes to get started, she thought, let him have all the dirty jokes he wanted. Sammy told some and she told some and she could see the bulge in his pants.
The wine was almost all gone before he got up his nerve to reach for her. It was about time, she thought. Her crotch was wet, had been wet for a long time just anticipating what he was going to do to her. Finally he was getting down to it. She hoped he would be more inventive than the jokes he had told indicated. She had heard most of them before. Now she hoped that she would experience some new innovation of sexual intercourse, as she liked to think of kinky sex.
He began with her blouse and she let him have his way. He was clumsy and his fingers worked awkwardly, boyishly. She was amused and sat there and smiled to herself as she watched him. She hoped he was boyish in that boys spend more time reading kinky books than in screwing around, so that when they did get a girl, they liked to use what they had read about Now she was ready, willing and able to be used. She was wet in her cunt and she needed to be used by a man. Any man with a big hard cock!
He had her blouse off finally and she thought he was going to come in his pants, the way he was so excited about her tits. Christ, she thought, she still had on her blue lace bra. Well, maybe it was the bra that turned him on.
She hoped he would not come prematurely and spoil it all.
She moved so that he could more easily reach behind her and unclasp her bra. Her movement gave him the idea, it seemed, because he immediately reached behind her and began to fumble with the hook. Christ, hadn't he ever stripped a girl before, she thought with some dissatisfaction. She hoped he would not be a disappointment.
She watched as her bra fell away and her big boobs popped free. His eyes damn near popped out of their sockets and she laughed in spite of herself. He looked for all the world like a little boy on his first date. He had seemed so knowledgeable in class the day he asked her out. He seemed so cool, so at ease that his conduct now surprised her. She was not unpleasantly surprised. She merely hoped he wouldn't prove a disaster as a lover. Her cunt needed a good cock that knew what it was doing!
She couldn't take it any more and she stood up and undid the rest of her clothes. She let them fall carelessly around him because she knew that would be a tease to him. She even flung her wet panties into his face and watched as he caught them and held them close to his face and closed his eyes and breathed deeply at them, hungrily, blissfully taking the aroma of wet, hot cunt deep into his lungs.
"Kiss them," she ordered playfully and he not only kissed them but she watched with delighted eyes as he licked and sucked at the wetness. "If you're a good boy," she told him with a smile, "I'll let you keep them as a souvenir."
"I'll be good," he answered boyishly. She laughed out loud.
"Then start eating out my cunt," she said, half sternly, half amused. Sammy did as he was told and his face was soon buried deep between her soft white thighs. His nose and mouth were deep inside the furry bush of dark cunt hair and his tongue was working like no mere boy knew to make his tongue work. He was fantastic. He licked her cunt lips apart, spreading the plump white meat to get at the pink juiciness within. He lapped up all the cunt cream there and began immediately to produce more from deep within her. He pushed his darting tongue deep up her cunt hole and she felt the liquid lust begin to pour out of her. He sucked furiously and madly and she threw her head back in wild ecstasy as the waves of passion took hold of her.
His tongue had its own vision as it sought out and found her most tender, most sensitive areas. And it was never far from her pulsating clitoris. It licked and dabbed at her clit and rubbed it softly in circular, scrubbing movements that drove her wild with crazy, hot lust! She wanted a man and yet she had one and still she wanted more"! She wanted a stiff, hard, big, full, throbbing cock shoved deep inside of her and yet she did not want Sammy to stop for one minutee with his tongue. She did not want him to stop yet she did not want to continue without a cock up inside her.
And Sammy seemed to know. He seemed to know her every need. From out of nowhere he produced a big hard dildo. It was magnificent! It was a full foot long and three inches wide. He teased her by letting her see it as he kept tonguing her. He put it close to her face and she could not help kissing it.
"Please, Sammy," she begged. "Please, shove it in me! Please! Please, shove it in deep, all the way! Please! Make me feel it deep and hard!"
And then suddenly, it was at her cunt entrance. She stiffened slightly as she felt it touch between her throbbing cunt lips. She caught her breath audibly as he thrust it inside her cunt hole, first one inch, then another inch, then another, until it was all the way up and pushing out at the cunt walls while his tongue never stopped licking hungrily at her hard little clit.
He trapped her little clit between his teeth and lashed it furiously with his tongue and she felt its helplessness as it was held there, as he whipped at it, as he tortured and delighted it with the big hard dildo shoved deep inside her, pushing out against her cunt walls.
He began to work the dildo in and out as he tongued her and she felt the new sensations hit her immediately on the first thrust of the big weapon. Weapon? Yes, it was his weapon to enslave her for she knew she would be a slave to his tongue and to his tool. Tool? Yes, it was a tool and he was an artisan, a craftsman of love and sex and pleasure. He knew exactly how to give her the most pleasure. More than she had ever known.
His tongue moved with expertise. He lapped around in circles around the clit which he now freed from the grip of his teeth. He used it to stab at her clit and make it start with the shock of instant pleasure. He used it to stroke softly at her clit and linger as he passed it along her love button, making her climb the heavens slowly to new heights. He whipped it, letting her experience the sensation of pleasure-pain and the similarity of the two.
She was reaching new dimensions of ecstasy and delight. She felt she could stand no more pleasure when he gave her more. He reached to her tight brown ass-hole and touched it with his middle finger. One hand still worked the big dildo in and out in a steady, never altering, never stopping pace. Now the other hand was at her virgin ass-hole. And all the time his tongue was pleasuring her soaking cunt.
Marsha's ass-hole was already wet from all the love juices that had oozed down between her legs as she lay there. Though Sammy had been sucking and swallowing all that he could, she was just creaming too much even for him to take it all. It was beginning to pool on the ground beneath her ass. Her ass-hole was soaked from it.
Sammy had plenty of lubrication now to poke and finger her ass-hole without it hurting her. And it did not hurt her at all. It was the most exciting pleasure-pain she had ever experienced. She had never allowed anyone to touch her ass-hole before, always considering it the last taboo, the forbidden, dirty act of animals. But Sammy was so masterful in his ministrations of her pleasure, that she could deny him nothing. Her legs were spread wide for him, but at his touch at her ass-hole, she spread wider, spread till it hurt her to spread. But she wanted to be as open as possible for him.
His linger touched her brown hole and began to rub it gently. Then his rubbing became more forceful and finally his finger was inside her up to the first joint. She gasped with the shock of it but she did not resist and her legs remained spread wide for him. He did not probe deeper at first and merely began a slow massage of the dark territory he had gained. She felt the sensations reach deep within her and that at her ass and the big dildo at her cunt and his never ceasing tongue at her clit were all combining to send her high, send her brain out of her body, her pleasure outside of her brain and all of them circling each other in wild phantasmagoria in outer space. She was detached from her conscious and her body and brain and pleasure and pain were all colliding in wild ecstasy!
Then he inserted his ass finger all the way up her! He immediately began to yank it in and out, in and out in wild, pleasure-pain while the dildo and the tongue never stopped, while they did their work in front and the wave after wave of pleasure took her higher and higher and she was coming!
She was coming! She was coming! She was coming again and again and again! It was the tongue at her clit. It was the big dildo up her cunt. It was the finger in and out of her ass. It was the wine. It was Sammy. It was everything! She came and came again and again and again!
Finally, after it was over, she lay back exhausted. She could take no more. She could not experience another ounce of pleasure without going out of her mind from it. Sammy was just too great. He was just too fantastic. And she had thought that he might disappoint her by acting boyishly? What a joke. She was a mere child compared to Sammy. He was the master and she was the slave. And she had dared play love games with him, teasing him and amusing herself at what she believed was his clumsiness?
What a joke! What a stupid way for her to act. Sammy was terrific and he deserved the very best come she knew how to give him now. She would do anything now for him. He went all out for her. She did not know of one thing more he could have done for her, done to her. He had worked hard for her pleasure. Now she was going to give him his reward.
Marsha reached down to the bulge in his pants. She felt at it but the bulge was gone. Where was that hard-on that she had faced before as it bulged right through his pants?
"That was the dildo," Sammy explained. "I er ... I don't want any sex right now. Err-if it's all the same to you."
"Oh, Sammy," she answered frightened. "Did I do something to upset you? Did I displease you in any way?"
"No. Not at all, Marsha," he assured her. "You were fabulous. I enjoyed every minute of it. It's just that. Oh, I don't know. I just don't feel like sex now."
Marsha knew her men and she knew when she was being lied to. She knew there was something wrong. She did not know whether it was because of her or because of him. She suspected it was because of him because he carried a big dildo inside his pants. She did not know too many boys who carried dildos inside their pants or anywhere else for that matter. Although she knew some who had them.
Why did he need the dildo? she asked herself. Couldn't he get his own cock hard? Maybe he could not get his own cock hard and he needed the dildo to get on with women. He apparently really loved women the way he took so many pains to please her. And, oh, God, did he ever please her! She did not want to just be told he did not feel like sex and let it go at that. Here was a man who had pleased her more than she had ever been pleased and she wanted to continue to date him as long as she was in school. If there was a problem, she wanted to know about it. If he couldn't get it up, she would understand and she would help him. She knew lots of tricks, lots of turn-ons. She was certain she could get it up for him. All she wanted was a chance to prove to him that she could do it. She wanted a chance. But Sammy did not seem like he even wanted to discuss it. Not with her anyway.
"What is it Sammy?" Marsha asked now. She tried to make her voice as soft and understanding as possible so that he would know she was sincere and that she wished to really help him.
"There is nothing wrong," he answered angrily. She was not surprised that he answered angrily and she had almost expected it. Of course, he did not want to talk about it. She understood that he did not want to talk about it. She understood everything. She told him that. But he only answered angrily.
"You don't understand anything!"
"But I do, Sammy, I do, honest," she said. She pleaded with him with her eyes and she hoped and prayed he could see she loved him and wished more than anything to help him. To at least have the chance to play with his cock and get it up for him.
"Please let me hold your cock, Sammy. Please." She begged him with all her heart and he seemed genuinely touched by her pleas. He unzipped his fly and undid his belt buckle and waited for her to reach inside. Marsha reached inside and felt the small flaccid cock. It was little and tender and she brought it out to look at it. It looked as handsome as any other cock she had seen except it had a slight scar over its head. It was not much of a scar and she was sure it could not prevent the member from enlarging and standing out rigid for her.
She bent down and kissed it. It did not respond. She kissed it again and licked it but it remained limp. She stroked it and bounced it up and down and shook it and rubbed it against her big tits but it just hung there small and pitiful. She took it full in her mouth and sucked at it and began to tongue it all over. She looked up to see if he was watching her. That was important, she knew. Psychological sex was most of it and he had to be turned on by the sight of the naked girl at her knees before him, on the grass, with his cock in her mouth. But it did not get hard or even twitch for her as if it were about to harden. Marsha gave up sadly.
"Well, thank you for at least letting me try," she said. "How long have you had this problem?"
"I don't wish to talk about it," he told her. And apparently he didn't because try as she would, she could not get Sammy to discuss with her why he could not get a hard-on.
Marsha went to sleep that night with the room spinning around her as the wine was coursing through her veins. She tried to think about Sammy's soft cock but it depressed her to linger on the subject. Yet she really wanted to help him. Only not tonight, she thought.
Tonight she did not want to think about anything but the great sex she had had. Another day she would think about his problem. Maybe it was just the day and not a permanent thing. She had heard men could experience minor impotence, minor periods of time in which there is a lot on their minds or a drug or alcohol problem.
She could understand how a freshman, new to the big university would have a lot on his mind. She could understand how he might experience some minor problems. Minor ones, of course. But that scar on his cock. What the hell was that scar on his cock? It was not very big and it did not look very new or very painful. But she couldn't help thinking now as she lay in bed, that maybe that had something to do with his impotence.
She let the room spin freely and she let herself get carried along for the ride. She hoped she would not get sick. She usually got sick when the room spun around. She had downed so much wine. It had all gone down so easily, so quickly. She had made promises to herself before, never to get that drunk again but now she was seeing the room spin and it was too late. She was drunk and there was nothing to do about it but ride it out.
That was the last thing she remembered, the room spinning around. Now she was here in some dark cellar or dungeon with her body terribly tortured in a hideous position that strained every muscle in her body and made her ache so that she could not breathe without difficulty. The helplessness of it, the humility at being naked and bound and unable to see or move or cry out for help was unbearable.
She heard footsteps. Someone was coming to help her! She tried to move but even the thought of moving caused pressure on the thongs and cut and ripped at her tender cunt. Oh, what a cruel, cruel way to tie someone, she thought.
The footsteps were getting closer now. Surely whomever it was could see her there. Unless there was no light at all in the cellar or wherever she was. Maybe it was dark even beyond her blindfold. What if he accidentally tripped over her! Oh, Christ! That would kill her! If she were moved even the slightest, it would snap her neck and rip her cunt! Oh, Christ!
Marsha managed to moan softly. That was all she could do. But certainly that was enough to be 'heard by whomever was there. Everything else was silent.
The footsteps came close to her. Right near her. They stopped just above her. Was this a friend? Or was this the person who had so cruelly done this terrible thing to her?
Marsha waited. She could do nothing but wait. It seemed like forever. She tried moaning again but her moans met with no response. She waited. Yes, this had to be the awful person standing above her who had tied her so painfully. She wished she could see who it was. She wished she could see his face. She did not want to think about what his face must look like. She was certain it was the face of a monster. She wished the face mask was off so he could see the pain on her face and the tears in her eyes. But she was sure he knew she was in pain. She was sure he knew she was crying. That was the whole purpose for keeping her bound in this way. If there was any purpose to an evil mind, she thought.
Her right foot and lower leg were beginning to cramp now and she knew there was going to be nothing she could do about it. First the cramp began slowly and then it was upon her in a frightfully rapid rush that knotted her poor foot and leg muscles in a spasmic cramp that flooded her with pure pain! She moaned as loudly as she could and tried not to move but the leather was already deep into the soft flesh of her cunt lips and she was certain she was bleeding there where it was cutting into her.
She moaned and tried everything in her power to remain still, but she had to try to move her leg to ease the cramping pain. As she moved, the stiff, inch wide leather strip cut deep into her soft cunt and tender ass-cheeks and she knew now for sure she was bleeding. It hurt her all over now and as a chain reaction, her neck and back began to cramp violently.
Her moans were louder now because it didn't matter much, anymore whether she moved too much by moaning, and the moaning even helped a little. Then she heard the voice boom above her.
"Don't play act pain for me, bitch!" he said. "I know you were silent before I came to stand near you. Now you want to impress me by the amount of pain you are suffering. If, you really felt pain, you would not be able to move or moan at at all. Apparently, I've not done a very good job in binding you to your torture stake."
Not a good, job, she thought! Christ, she was going to die! He was going to kill her if he gave her anymore pain! As though he knew her thoughts, he spoke again.
"Listen to this, whore!"
Marsha heard the swish of a whip sail close to her head. God no! He's going to whip me! she thought I couldn't take a whipping! Never! Never in this crazy position! I just couldn't take a whipping like this! She began to cramp even more now and she fought to control her bladder now as stark fear gripped her. The man was mad! Whack! She heard him strike the stone floor near her legs. She flinched uncontrollably and her bladder let loose and the madman stood above her and roared out his laughter as she remained cramped and motionless beneath him and cried and moaned.
"You pig!" he shouted finally. "You will be punished for your mess!"
Punished, she nearly screamed out in her head! What is he doing to me now if I am going to be punished? What the fuck does he call this treatment?
Whack! Whack! Twice the whip cut into her soft thighs which were spread wide for him. He hit her up near the cunt, but of course, she could do nothing but moan louder. The cruel leather burned hot across her flesh but she could not move. Even if she were not bound now, she could not move because her body was so crippled with cramps.
"Those two welts will remind you of my first visit to you, long after I am gone. Long after your cramps go away. Yes, I know your muscles are cramping. You are so open to me, I can see everything. Even the muscles beneath your skin. But your moans annoy me. Sometimes they turn me on and I can get a hard-on. But right now, they annoy me and that is why you were punished. Two lashes are nothing. Count yourself fortunate, Marsha. I could have let the whip dance along you for hours and you would have been helpless to do anything but moan for my pleasure."
Marsha heard the footsteps walking away. He knew her name. How did he know her name. There was something familiar about his voice. She knew him from somewhere! But where!
Wait! Something he said. What was it? Something he said! What did he say? Something about moaning. Sometimes the moans turn him on and he can get a hard-on! Sammy! Oh, God! It's Sammy!
Why would Sammy want to do this to me? Why? I would help him. Any way I could. I would do anything for him, she thought. Why? It made no sense. He seemed so nice. He worked so hard to give me pleasure. Now he is working just as hard to bring me pain. Why? Sometimes the moans turn him on and he is able to get a hard-on! Christ, she thought. I would have moaned for him. If I had only known. I would even have let him whip me mildly, if that's what does it. But not this. Not this hell.
Marsha's cramps were beginning to untwist themselves now but she could not really feel her limbs at all now. She did feel the shame of having pissed herself. Right there in front of Sammy. Sammy, Sammy the madman.
Was he the kidnapper on the campus, she thought. Yes, he had to be. Yes, he had kidnapped her and he must have taken others. This must be his prison, wherever that was. What had happened to the others. Had he killed them. No one had ever heard from any of them anymore and that was months now.
Oh, Sammy, she thought. Will you kill me too, Sammy? Will you kill me after giving me so much pleasure last night. More pleasure than I have ever known before. Will you also give me more pain than I have ever known before?
Last night? Did she say, last night? She was not certain now just how long she had been his prisoner. One night or two or three. She had been bound in the cruel darkness for an eternity.