Chapter 4
Sammy smiled down at her and she answered his smile with a gentle smile of her own. Slap! Sammy slapped her hard across her face and she cried out in pain.
"I didn't tell you, you could smile, whore," he said coldly. Sue's heart raced now as fear washed through her body. No one knew they were there in the park. She had made sure no one was following them. She had left the portable radio behind. She had done everything wrong! She prayed he would not hurt her too much before he got his rocks off. And she prayed he was not responsible for Marsha and the others disappearing.
Slap! He hit her again. Then he suddenly gripped one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed.
"Ouch!" Sue screamed. She was answered by another slap.
"I don't want you to scream, whore," he told the terrified girl. "I want you to moan. Moan. Make your moans long and make them sound painful or I'll really give you something to moan about."
"Okay, Sammy. Anything you say, Sammy. Just don't hurt me, all right, Sammy," she said, respect in her voice as she tried to appease his madness. Madness? Did she think him mad? Oh, God, she hoped and prayed he was not the madman!
"Don't call me 'Sammy', " he told her. "I am your master. You must address me as your master."
"Yes, master," Sue answered very frightened. She prayed it was all just a game and that he did not believe his own words. Playing this way is one thing. But to actually believe it is another.
Her master was between her legs now and she spread willingly for him. She much preferred to fuck for him than to be beaten by him. But she had the feeling she was to receive both a fucking and a beating. Hopefully at the same time. It would be easier to take at the same time, the pleasure countering the pain, contrasting it, even augmenting it. She hoped she was not to receive a beating before he fucked her when he was blindly, madly hot. Or afterward, when he was cold and calculating and cruel. Before and during would not be as bad as afterward. If he beat her up afterward, then he was really a madman as far as she was concerned. That would convince her, even if he did let her go afterward.
Christ, even if he didn't hurt her anymore, she would still suspect him of Marsha's disappearance after what he had just done. She would just have to try not to anger him, try to keep him calm and appeased. She would have to humor him and go along with whatever he told her. No matter how weird or distasteful. If she fought him, he would hurt her. She prayed he would not kill her.
Sue began to moan slowly, softly as though she were in pain. She would play-act. That wasn't so bad, she told herself. If she just though of it as playacting, it could even be fun.
"Your moans are not good enough," he snapped at her. He slapped her several times across the face. He hit her hard and she was crying now out of pain, out of shock, out of total fear.
"Stop! Please stop," she said to him. "I can't take it anymore. I don't want to fuck anymore!"
"Shut up, bitch," he told her and he slapped her again. "You are mine and you are not getting away. Ever."
He had his cock at her cunt now and he was hard as a rock. He thrust it up inside her hard and she felt the sudden intrusion as a violation of her sacred body. Rape was different than making love. Now it was a gross indignity. Now it was shame and disgrace and an awful violation of her womanhood.
He was pounding his big cock inside her now and he was hammering hard and fast. He has to come right away, she thought. At the pace he's going, he has to come soon. But he was pinching her nipple with one hand and with the other he had reached beneath her and was at her ass-hole.
She moaned now for real at the pain he was inflicting at her breast. But his other hand scared her too. He jammed his middle finger up inside her ass about an inch or so and he then brought his thumb to bear from the outside in a steady, excruciating pinching that drove her now to the depths of pain. She screamed and moaned and he pumped away faster now, totally enraptured by her agony.
She screamed louder. As loud as she could and his hand left her nipple and the next thing she knew, she had a handkerchief stuffed deep inside her mouth. After that, all she could do was moan loudly, painfully.
Her wrists were bleeding now as the rope cut cruelly deep. Her arms were above her head as she lay on the grass and the pain he was inflicting upon her was causing her to writhe and make the ropes cut more. Also she knew, her writhing was making him hotter, giving him all the more pleasure. She tried to stop but the pain was too unbearable as his pinching continued at her nipple.
Well, maybe if she moved he would come faster and stop this madness. But what then? What would happen then? Would he kill her because he would be afraid she'd sign criminal charges against him? Would he kill her and hide her body, the way he did all the others? But she was not sure he was the one. Not sure? she screamed in her mind! Hell, yes! She was sure! What the hell was she going to do now?
Kick him! Yes, kick him in the balls! They had taught her that in the police academy. As he got off her, she would have the perfect opportunity to kick him between the legs. Then she could run for help. Even naked. She didn't care. She'd run and scream and someone would help her.
But she'd better be accurate, she thought. If she missed, he would be angry enough to kill her, she knew. So, she wouldn't miss. It would be hard to miss with him right above her like that. She would take her time and make sure she got him good.
She felt her body writhing helplessly beneath the weight of him. She felt the force of his driving, hot hard-on as he slammed into her and caused her helpless young body to rock and reel at every hunch of his body.
She felt the big cock rubbing the walls of her cunt, rubbing against her clit. But she was experiencing no pleasure. She was experiencing total fear. He was moaning too now as he rode her. He was going to come soon. He was pumping fast and hard and he was breathing heavily as he fucked her poor, helpless cunt.
His fingers at her nipple kept rolling the hard little button back and forth in rapid movements that brought tears to her eyes. His awful pinching at her ass was sending pain up to her throat! He was a madman! But he knew how to give maximum pain! That he conld . reason very well in his twisted mind, she thought.
Just as he had previously brought her to new heights of pleasures, just as he had given her complete ecstasy before, now he was plunging her to the depths of the utmost pain, giving her the ultimate agony, forcing her to experience the maximum degradation and shame.
He was moaning more now. Louder. He was going to come now, she could tell. He was going to come. What the hell was she going to do then? Yes, she had to kick him in the balls. She had to kick his balls back up to his fucking throat! Kick him and then run like all hell. All living fucking hell, as fast as she could go, naked or not!
He was coming! She felt his big cock stiffen even more, swell ever harder. She felt his first spray of hot come splash up inside her. It was followed by another squirt, more hot fluid this time. He shot again and this time he it was a long violent squirt of hot come that threatened to fill her to her guts and then spill back out her cunt. He came a lot. She wondered how long it had been since he had come, how long since he had a hard-on. Was he filling her with the come that had built up and was long overdue? Or had he emptied himself inside Marsha before he killed her?
He finished his come but his hands continued still to punish her nipples and ass-hole. She continued to moan with the handkerchief deepin her throat. Her theory that the person responsible for the disappearance of the girls was keeping them somewhere was all gone now from her head. She was going to die if she let Sammy have his way. She was going to be killed by his madman's hands and then he was going to do gruesome things to her body before he got rid of her. Then no one would ever find her body. No one would see or hear from her again and they would all know she was dead somewhere but they would never know where, never have a decent burial, never have her killer caught and brought to justice.
Justice? The only justice for him was to have his cock and ball cut off and rammed down his throat until he croaked to death!
Sammy was getting off her now. Now was her only chance! Now she had to kick him as hard as she could between the legs and splatter his balls all over the ground! Sammy stood up. His legs were slightly apart. This would be her only opportunity, she knew. She had to take it. She would not get another. Sue kicked out as hard as she could. She missed! She missed and caught him on the thigh and his legs closed suddenly in self-protection!
He was all over her now. He slapped her hard again and again across the face. He kept on slapping her and he did not stop until she was unconscious at his feet.
She dreamed she was dying. Then she dreamed she was dead. She was floating, floating and sailing through the air. She was in another world, a fantasy world. Then things were happening to her. She was not certain what was happening to her but she knew she was beginning again to experience pain and she did not want to come out of the fantasy and face the reality of her pain. She fought to stay unconscious now but she was beginning to feel the pulling at her body. The stretching and pulling and pain. It was all black and she could see nothing or even hear nothing. She could taste something hard and rubbery in her mouth, like a rubber ball that forced her mouth in a most painful position. Her jaws ached and she felt the pressure of the " straps around her head that kept the ball tightly in place. It also felt like a tight blindfold of some kind around her head, like a tight rubber face mask.
Her back was killing her. The pain was excruciating. There was some kind of leather band around her waist. It was wide and stiff and its edges were cutting into her soft flesh. But the band was pulling her upward. She tried to fight against it, to pull back down or to push up even more to ease the pressure. That was when she realized that she was suspended in the air! Her feet and hands could not grab onto nor push against anything so that she could ease the pressure. There were similar leather bands around her wrists and ankles, around her thighs, around her neck. Her legs were spread wide apart, leaving her completely vulnerable. She was suspended by the leather bands at her wrists, ankles, thighs, neck and waist and she faced upward now, she knew. She was also pulled down, anchored like a ship at all the same places from where she was being hung.
Her back was arched painfully high and she could not move up nor down and her head was pulled all the way back from the thongs at her neck, her thighs were pulled wide apart by thongs that pulled outward. Her feet and hands were not able to touch or feel anything and she hung gagged and blindfolded and completely disoriented.
"Are you afraid?" she heard a voice ask harshly. It was Sammy's voice, she knew. "Don't be afraid. You are not far off the floor. Your cunt is exactly at my cock level. I have used this position before with other women. It works wonderfully. It is delightful. You are always at the threshold of pain. Always at the brink of feeling its excruciating throes wrack through your body. But when I start rocking you with my cock deep inside you, you will really know pain. And with the gag you will not be able to scream or even beg for mercy. All you can do is moan. Moaning keeps my cock hard so that I can torture you all the more."
He was a madman, Sue thought. Christ, how long could he keep her like this? As though he read her mind, he answered her.
"I intend to keep you in this position forever. I can force-feed you in this position and you are free to shit and piss all over yourself. I have slaves to clean up the mess. But as for you entertaining thoughts of ever moving again, forget it. You will die in this position. After awhile, time will mean nothing to you. What is one day or one month when you are a slave in bondage? What is night or day when you are blindfolded. What are the seasons of the year when you are bound in one position and used only as a convenient fucking machine? That is all you are, whore. Just a convenient fucking machine. Do you realized what I have done to others in the position you are in? I have screwed them while resting scalding hot cups of coffee on their delicate bellies. They could not move a muscle nor utter a word of protest. They would feel the intense heat through the cup, but they could not move. They could only moan wildly. Their moaning, as I have said, turns me on and gives me a hard-on.
"You see, it's a long story. There is a little scar on the head of my dick. It is not enough in itself to keep me from getting it up when I want. It is the psychological scar deep below it which does that. My mother caught me playing with myself as a boy. I was masturbating furiously and was unaware of her presence until I felt the whip lash across the head of my dick. It cut my cock and made it bleed. It healed with a scar. But the scar below is the worse. How could my mother do such a thing to me? She screamed at me, the whole time, calling me immoral.
"And do you know how we lived, I with no father, living only with my mother? We lived off her prostitution! She-the whore-accusing me of being immoral! Imagine that if you can! But you can. I'm sure you can. You too are a whore. You must know. If you do not know, you will have a very long time to find out. You will be here for a long time. No one will find you. No one will hear your screams, even if I ever took the gag out long enough for you to scream. There is simply no one anywhere nearby who can hear you.
"I know you are in pain, cunt. But do not worry. You will have a long time to get used to pain. I will be using you as a living table to rest things upon. All weight will feel like tons per square inch when you can not even move under it. Hot or cold objects? It makes no difference after awhile. All your reactions will be the same. Unable to move, you muscles will convulse wildly and you will moan and I will dick you as you are moaning and convulsing. It will be loads of fun.
"But to continue with the tale of my darling mother. She was practicing her art one day as I watched from the transom over the door. I often watched undetected as she serviced customer after customer. I could never get a hard-on after what she did, so I never did it for any sexual thrills. I simply wanted to see what was so glorious about her profession that allowed her to pass judgment upon me as immoral.
"This one particular day she had a very special customer. I was all of ten or twelve. Somewhere in there. Very young. I had seen a lot, but never one such as this man. After what he did to my mother, after the hard-on I got watching and listening to her moans, seeing her gross indignity-after that, I knew she could never pass judgment upon me as long as I held the literal whip-hand.
"He began by making her strip to music. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her with a big ugly whip in his hand. Every time she danced out of step, out of time-every time her movements were the least bit awkward, he lashed her hard with the whip. Not once many times. And he whipped her more if she backed away from the whip or broke her rhythm because of his punishment. She was totally afraid of him. I had never seen her afraid of anyone, not even my father, before he left home for good. She was always a very tough woman. But this man with the whip was controlling her now, making her do his bidding, making her dance for his amusement, whipping and punishing her as she had many times whipped and punished me.
"After her striptease, he tied her up. Much like you are tied, whore. Only my mother had a bed beneath her. You have nothing but air. Cock level air! Ha! Anyway, you could have guessed by now my cock was rock hard, what with her being whipped and listening to her moans of pain. Now she was tied securely to the bed in an open, spread-eagle position. I was almost coming in my pants. I began to stroke my hard cock and I was feeling the most pleasure I have ever felt. More even that I ever received from fucking any girl in later years.
"She looked so helpless as he began to strip off his own clothes and his big hard cock faced her, bounced proudly, victoriously above her. I saw the look of terror.in her eyes. It was wonderful. Wonderful!
"But when he was naked he did not fuck her right away. No. He took the belt off of his pants. He chose that over the whip he had previously used. Why not? Give the bitch a taste of a different kind of punishment, he must have figured. So he began to flail away at her with the heavy leather strap. Man, the whack, whack, whacking sounds of the leather biting into her as she lay tied and helpless was music to my ears. She cried and she begged for mercy. But he only laughed at her pleas. He beat her all the more for pleading. He beat her just because of watching her squirm. Just for the sheer joy of seeing her squirm and thrash beneath his strap. He beat her just because both she and he knew that he could, that he had every right to beat her or fuck her or torture her or do anything in the world he wanted to do. to her.
"Before he was through, she was a mass of bright red welts. The welts covered her body from top to bottom. He missed nothing. He whipped her tits till she could no longer feel whether the nipples were hard or not. He did a number on her cunt. Really beat her cunt. And he broke her spirit. Thoroughly broke her spirit. That was the best part. She knew it and he knew it and me, all of my tender young age watching, I knew it too. She lay there as just so much broken, available flesh, ready to be taken and done with as her master wishes.
"She lay there and he watched her as she lay there. She didn't even dare raise her eyes to him. At that point, he did not need the ropes to keep her there. There was not an ounce of resistance left in her whole body.
"After he watched her a while he decided to fuck her. I was disappointed because I hadn't finished jerking off while she was being whipped. I had stroked my cock slowly, wanting the good feeling to last, wanting to prolong my come as long as possible. So I hoped she would moan while he rode her. That way I could continue my jerk-off. Her body was on fire, I could tell, and as soon as he got on top of her to ride her, I knew she was going to be in agony. So I really was not too concerned that I would lose my hard-on and be unable to come.
"She didn't disappoint me. She moaned softly as soon as he made contact with her.
But she moaned submissively, not as a protest. You, slave, will soon learn the difference. Anyway, I was happy to see he took the strap into the bed with him. He knew she was too raw to move under him, so he knew he would have to make her move. Move as best she could while being tied spread-eagled. He jammed his meat inside her spread cunt and I thought she was going to die the way she moaned. He began to ride her as soon as he was in her and he did not give her a chance to get accustomed to anything, the ropes or him on top or nothing at all.
"He began to beat her thighs beneath him along her sides. It made for a small target to hit, what with him on top of her, but he set his arm far back with every shot he gave her and he swung hard and wild in long sweeps that caught her right every time. Man, did she thrash beneath him. And moan? Man, she moaned liked moaning was her only vocabulary! She moaned like you never heard. like you will as I whip the hell out of you. My hand was going like ninety on my cock! I knew I was ready to come, but I just wanted to hold out for as long as I could. It was the most excitement I had ever known and I didn't want to rush it. Yet I wanted to come so fucking badly. I was wild with lust! I was ready. I was ready to come at any time. Anytime I wanted to. I watched the whole scenario before me and I knew I would come when I could hold out no longer. Then it would be best anyway. When there was no choice but to come.
"He was punishing her so wonderfully. I had never seen anything like it in my life. Her moans were fantastic! The beautiful red welts he was leaving were the most gorgeous sight for eyes such as mine.
"His ass was riding up and down as his cock was slamming in and out of her wet cunt. Her cunt was soaking wet, I could tell. I heard it sloshing every time he rammed her. It was all wet, pouring out onto the sheets. She was a pig. A beautiful, wet pig. And she was being treated like a pig. like a whore. like all women of her sort should be treated. He lashed her viciously as he rode her like an animal. She had no choice but to thrash beneath him, what with the strap cutting across her tortured flesh. His ass kept a steady pace, up and down, up and down as his big, angry cock pounded away, in and out, in and out of her hot, wet ravished cunthole. It was fantastic to see her treated so. I have never seen animals abused as much.
"Finally he was coming. I could tell he was coming because he rammed her harder and faster and he whipped her in such a rapid, violent fashion that his hand appeared to be but a blur to the naked eye watching. She was in awful agony, frightful pain and degradation. But she had no choice in the matter. She looked so shamefully disgraceful beneath him as his whip hand and his ass moved in a wild blur above her. He was coming and she was being punished even harder for his come! It was fantastic! My hand, too was moving in a blur on my cock! I was going to come now, I knew. There was no way I could stop it, so I knew it had to be the right time. It had to be the perfect time to come. The most pleasure is when you can no longer control yourself. As I watched his whip hand flailing away and his ass in its wild pumping above her tortured body, my own hand was beating savagely back and forth, back and forth across my throbbing, swollen cockhead. My balls filled and I was going to come! I felt the building pressure inside and I knew I could not stop it. My hand beat away and I was Coming! I was coming! I was coming and he with the whip above my mother was coming! It was as though I too were coming into the whore-pig on the bed. I came long and strong. All over the door over which I was watching. I didn't care.
But in the excitement I crashed down off the chair on which I was standing and the man with the whip heard me. My mother heard me also but she could do nothing, tied there as she was. The look of shock on her face was something to see. Yet she could do not a thing to keep her dignity now.
"The man jumped up from off the bed and grabbed hold of me. He dragged me back to the bed. He asked me who I was and I told him. I was scared as hell. I thought he was going to kill me or whip me like he had done to my mother. But when he saw me struggling to get my still erect cock back inside my pants, he smiled an amused smile.
"I could see the cruel wheels turning in his head. I knew he had evil intentions, but I could not know how evil."
'"So, you were jerking off, watching all this?' he said with an evil smile. I didn't have to answer. He knew. My mother knew too and I could see all the hurt and shame on her face, though she could not speak for the gag-in her mouth. I think that even without the gag, she would have been so shocked, she would not have been able to say anything.
"The man began to untie my mother. He told her she had work to finish and he slapped her hard across the face. He removed the gag and told her to keep her whore's mouth shut and not to speak. She obeyed. She had to obey.
"He dragged her over to the door where I had come. He pointed to the mess I had made. Look at what you made your son do, he scolded her. She hung her head, standing there naked before the two of us. It was wonderful to see. Now lick that all up! he ordered sternly. She looked up at him then with wide, wild eyes. He quickly slapped her hard, several times across the face. I didn't tell you to raise your eyes, he screamed at her. Now get to work!
"The poor woman did as she was told. She had too. He was just too powerful for her.,She had to obey him. She put her face against the wood and her tongue went out and she began to lick up my come juices. I watched as her tongue went, under the dripping come and licked upward, catching all of it on its sensuous journey along the wood. The come began to build up on her tongue as she licked upward and when she had a fair amount, she closed her mouth and swallowed it. She made a face but she returned again to geMhe rest.
"I watched it all in utter fascination and so did he. Then he had an idea and he grabbed the belt again. As she continued to lick he began to whip her ass. She knew better than to stop while she was being punished so she just kept up her work as he flailed away at her. It was brutal. Brutal but wonderful. She was being punished more than any woman, more than any animal I've ever seen punished. And you know, I think she almost enjoyed it. She licked and lapped up the hot come so hungrily. She swallowed all of it. I watched it all. She didn't miss a single drop. She was either trying to please him and impress him so that her punishment would not be too severe, or she really loved what he made her do. She ate it all up so hungrily.
"I was getting crazy hot all over just watching her with my creamy come on her tongue and all over her lips and mouth, and she was trying to get it all. She even licked her lips to get it all. When she was finished, she did not even need a towel or napkin. There was not a stray drop anywhere. She did a good job. When it was over she just stood there facing the cleaned up door while he continued to whip her. She just stood and took it all and waited for him to get tired. She did not resist or even struggle. She would moan and move a little in pain, but she did not try to avert any of his blows.
"The perfectly broken slave-whore. She was beautiful. I had never thought of my mother before as beautiful, but she was beautiful then. Then and there as she was standing naked and broken and being whipped like a common slut that she was. I realized then that all whores deserved to be whipped and punished. I loved the retaliation upon her for the scar on my cock. My cock which hadn't been able to grow hard ever since she had whipped it. Her moans aroused me to a new hardness. I could not help getting another hard-on.
'"You like watching your mother, son?' the man asked me. I told him I did. It was all very apparent though with me standing there with a big hard-on all over again.
"Turn around, slut,' he ordered my mother. 'Do you see what you have done to your son again? Are you going to be cruel and leave the boy with an uncomfortable hard-on?'
"I was frightened and so was she, I could tell. I think we both knew that he was going to make her do. Yes, that's right. My own mother. He ordered her to come and kneel before me and my throbbing hard cock. She did as she was told and it was beautiful to see her there, naked and kneeling before my dick.
'"Now suck him off,' he commanded cruelly. She knew better than to look up at him with that wild-eyed stare again and she immediately opened her mouth and took my young cock inside it. It was a warm, no, a hot mouth. It was soft inside, yet it was knowledgeable in the ways of cock pleasing. Her lips grabbed it firmly and she applied a constant sucking to keep it locked tightly as one keeps a prisoner. Her tongue began to work along the tender under side of my shaft and she flicked at it as her head began to move back and forth along the length of the big, stiff member. I felt the cockhead hit against the back of her throat and I was surprised. She hardly even gagged very much as it touched the very back of her throat.
"I forgot she was a professional. I didn't know then that before the suck-job was over, she was going to take my huge, wet cock all the way down her throat. She was going to swallow it all, swallow my big cock, swallow her gags too, to give me the best blow-job I ever received.
"The man began to whip her now as she knelt before me and sucked my cock. The whip was the leather belt off his pants and it made an awful wailing sound against her naked backside. It was cutting and burning across her bare ass and the sound of it was driving me crazy, wild hot with lust! She was moaning miserably and sucking wildly as the strap did its cruel punishment along her naked flesh. She swayed and moaned miserably but she did not stop. In fact, she worked better. She worked harder and stronger as the strap flailed away. She began to work in rapid movements to please the ugly leather that kept up its steady punishment The sound of her moans, the sound of the whip against her flesh, the sight of her wild head and her flying hair as she whipped her head back and forth along my cock were the most beautiful sights and sounds I've ever known.
"She was fantastic! She worked so damned hard. She was good to me only because she had to be good to me. I knew then that all sluts, yes, all women had to be whipped and controlled in order to have them treat you good. They had to be whipped and kept as animals and slaves.
"I felt her take my cock all the way down her throat then for the first time. Christ, it was hot down there and tight as the throat muscles contracted in mad contorting convulsions. The natural instinct is to gag and she refused to allow herself to gag. As I said, she was a professional. She was' disciplined. She was disciplined by her professional dictates and she was disciplined by the cruel strap that flailed away at her naked ass and thighs and back.
I knew she could not breath when my cock was down her throat and I don't know why but I grabbed her head firmly then and began to control the back and forth movements. I wanted to be in complete control of the whore, even to the point where I determined every breath she took. It was great. Now she could only breath when I allowed her, whenever I pulled her head back and cleared her throat of my huge hard cock. So she knew she was to please my cock with every thrust of her head or I would keep it deep down her throat until her spasmic throat muscles convulsed and pleased me as she gasped for air and got only come juices.
"The man with the whip was delighted by the whole scene, I could tell because he whipped away at her happily and as hard as he could. She was moaning so miserably it was really getting me aroused. She was being punished so thoroughly, I knew I would go a long long time before I would again receive so much pleasure. I knew I had to take her and take advantage of the situation while I could.
"Her mouth was a wonderful instrument of pleasure and my head was spinning with wild ecstasies. I was ready to come in her mouth! I was ready to explode my hot come juices deep down her throat! Her face and head was beautiful and my cock was deep inside her face and down her throat. It was beautiful. She worked her throat muscles so wonderfully. It was all so tight and so spastic! And I was listening to her wild moans, the horrible racket of the strap as it whipped her savagely on her bare flesh, and I was working her head furiously back and forth deep down her throat with my big hard cock!
"She was a helpless, worthless rag before me. A whipped animal. A cunt. A slave. A slut to be whipped and abused and enjoyed before tossing her out into the gutter, naked and bleeding as she deserved. I was ready to come so I worked her head cruelly now, not allowing her adequate breath. She was sucking furiously for breath but getting only my come. As I shot my load of hot come deep down her throat, I didn't permit her to breathe at all. She was desperate for breath, for life-sustaining breath. She sucked wildly and all she got was my hot come. She sucked me dry! She sucked me like she needed every drop to live! And she did too, because she knew she was not going to get any air until she pleased me and made me come!
"I came long. I came a lot, as young boys always do. She had to take it all. She had to swallow all my greasy come before she was allowed to breathe and I came a whole lot right down her throat.
"Even after I stopped coming, I kept it down her throat until I was sure she was about to pass out. I was going to let her pass out, but then she would not get the full effect of the horrible strapping the man was giving her. I wanted her to feel it all. To be conscious and feel every moment of torment as the heavy leather sailed across her raw flesh. And he kept it up even after I came. There she was with tears in her whorish eyes as she knelt before me with my come all over her face, all in her slut's mouth, kneeling with her head lowered while the beating continued. He was the meanest man I ever knew and I decided right then and there that when I grew up I would be just like him. No, even cruder!"
Sue hung suspended and listened in total horror to the tale. He was a raving madman, she knew now. There was absolutely no doubt of that. He delighted in not just whipping the flesh off of women, but in making them into nothing but mindless animals for his pleasure. He was indeed mad. He loved destroying all women.
"Ever since then," the madman continued his story. "I've treated women as they deserved to be treated. I learned how to please them with my tongue just long enough to win their confidence. After that, they were mine. After that they never again knew pleasure. Only pain and humiliation and bondage. But I only chose whores as my victims. Never have I harmed a good girl. Never have I bound up and whipped a girl who did not throw her body at me and wiggle her ass and act like a slut. like you have acted. like all of them have acted."
Sue's heart was racing with fear now. He was mad and dangerous and her fellow cops did not even know she had dated him. They would not even know where to begin to look for her. And if they arrested Sammy and held him for questioning, she was sure he would never talk, never admit anything and even allow them to keep him jailed while his victims hung suspended in total restraints, unable to move even a single muscle. She hung there with the awful, punishing ball gag in her mouth, with her legs spread wide apart, with the face mask that kept her in complete darkness and she was unable to do anything.
She hung there, acutely aware of the helplessness of her situation. Her brain was a blur. Her flesh was a giant mass of anguish. She could do nothing but weep silently.