Chapter 5
When she awakened, her body was wracked with aches and pains. She wondered where the men were. Perhaps they had left. Then, she heard someone breathing. She tried to sit up, forgetting that her ankles and wrists were tied to the bed posts. The ropes which bound her bit into her flesh, chafing her skin. She had very little feeling left in her hands and feet.
"Who's there?" she asked in a hoarse voice.
"It's me, Wilt," the tall, angular man said tersely. "I thought I'd check on you and see how you're doing. Do you hurt much?"
"Yes. Good god! Will you please untie me?"
"I-I don't think Al would approve of that."
"Where is Al now?"
"He went out to get cigarettes, and your friend Irene is in the kitchen, tied up."
Margo decided to turn on the charm and try to get Wilt to release her. Wilt seemed to be kind of stupid, like a big dumb kid. He was the type that was used to following instructions. He had no mind of his own. This was the type of man that Margo was an expert at manipulating.
"Wilt, I'd love to get to know you better, but, Jesus, I can't even look at you in this awful position. Will you please untie me so I can sit up and talk to you?"
"Well-no, I don't think I can do that. If Al came back and saw that I'd untied you, he'd be real mad."
Margo could tell by the hesitation in Wilt's voice that he was wavering.
"Aw, Wilt. Please untie me. Just for a little while, then you can tie me back up before Al returns. Okay?"
"Well, maybe I could do that. Promise you won't try to run away?"
"Promise. Stick a needle in my eye if I lie."
She pouted, lifted her eyebrows and shrugged, confident that she would prevail over the shallow-minded man.
"I'd be real grateful to you if you'd untie me, just for a little while, Wilt. Please. Pretty please."
"Oh, okay, "he said as he stepped forward and untied her hands and feet. He stared at her with wide eyes and a look of longing pasted on his face.
She rubbed her wrists and ankles, and the blood rushed into them. Soon, the feeling returned to her hands and feet and she crossed her legs and straightened her back. Cupping her tits in the palms of her hands, she pouted and spoke in a whispy voice. "Sit down next to me, Wilt. Right here on the bed."
Wilt moved forward and sat next to her, his wide eyes glued to her luscious, upthrust tits.
"Do you like my tits, Wilt?" she asked.
"Yes, they are nice," he replied, his eyebrows raising as he stared admiringly at her tits.
She reached out, grabbed his hands and placed them on her firm tits.
Wilt began to fondle her tits, rubbing his palms over her firm tit-flesh, tenderly stroking her nipples until they became hard and erect. He kissed her nipple and sucked her tit.
"Damn, you really are a pretty girl, Margo," he said.
"Why, thank you, Wilt," she cooed. She knew what she had to do, and she knew that she didn't have much time. She had to move fast. Reaching down, she gripped Wilt's cock in her little fist and started to stroke his prick. His prick was only half-hard at first, but with each stroking movement, the blood rushed into his prick, and it soon grew hard and stiff.
"Oh, damn! That feels great!" he exclaimed, closing his eyes and reveling v in the wonderful sensations that filled his hard, throbbing cock. His long, blue-veined prick turned a reddish color and his cock-knob became purplish in hue.
"Ummmm, Damn, that feels great!"
"Your cock is beautiful. So nice and long-and hard. You really are well-hung, Wilt. Did anyone ever tell you that before?"
"No, but it is a nice compliment," he replied breathlessly as his hips gyrated under her tender touch. His balls constricted into a tight little sac and his cock began to pulsate as it filled with hot, red blood.
"I love your cock, Wilt," she said as she bent down and flicked her wet tongue over his cock-slit. She hated having to do this, but she knew that she would have to suck his cock until he came. Then, she figured, when he was weak and spent, she would be able to escape.
She would dash out the door and into the street. She would flag down the first passing motorist. Then, she would be free. Free to go straight to the police.
"Your cock is beautiful. Your prick is so nice and strong. God, Wilt, you're quite a man." Her tongue swirled under his cock-knob, lapping across the sensitive spot that caused him to jerk his hips with sexual delight.
"Oh, God!" he moaned. "That feels so damned good! Damn," he said in a perplexed, voice, "are you sure you want to do that, Margo? I'm-I'm not forcing you or anything."
"Don't be silly," she replied coyly. "I want to suck your cock, Wilt. Your prick is wonderful. Let me suck your cock, Wilt. Please, let me suck your cock."
He was playing right into her hands, and she felt proud of her ability to manipulate the man. She had manipulated plenty of boys in her life, but never a real man, a desperate criminal who was on the run from the police. She was really enjoying it. But, she had to work fast. This was no time for games. She had to toss him off before Al returned, or there would be hell to pay.
"Please, Wilt. Let me suck your lovely cock."
"Sure, Margo," he gasped. "I'd love it, sweetheart."
She thought of what a fool Wilt was. Did he really believe that she actually wanted to suck his filthy prick? Was he really so dumb as to believe that she would enjoy sucking his cock? What a stupid jerk!
She opened her mouth and slurped his cock-knob between her damp lips, sucking his lengthy prick deep into her throat. His cock pulsated and throbbed in her mouth as she sucked his mighty, stiff prick, lapping the underside of his cock-shaft with swirling, tickling tongue-lashes that drove him mad with lust.
"Mmmm," she cooed. "Your prick is so nice and hard, Wilt. I love it! I love sucking your cock!"
She was really laying it on thick now, and any normal man would suspect that she was playing games with him. But, she knew, Wilt was a fool, and he was getting off on all of the compliments to his nasty prick. He obviously loved having his ego stroked. And his cock sucked!
"Ohhhhhhh! Aaaaghh! Hot damn! I haven't had my cock sucked since before I went to prison! Shit! Your mouth feels so nice and hot and wonderful!"
He jerked his hips forward, thrusting his throbbing cock deep into her slurping mouth. His hairy balls were constricted and the tip of his cock spasmed uncontrollably in the lip-lock of her sucking mouth. "Ummmmmmmm, Margo! That feels so good!"
Margo knew damned well that it felt good. She wanted it to feel good. She wanted to give Wilt the best blow-job of his life. In fact, her life depended on it. She would have liked to tease him a bit, but she didn't have the time. Time was of the essence. She had to suck him off and make him cum before Al returned. If Al came back too soon and caught her giving Wilt a blow-job, he would doubtless punish her cruelly. And she didn't think that she could stand another whipping. Her ass was still aching from the beating he had given her with the branches. She had to concentrate all of her energy on sucking Wilt's prick. Deftly, her tongue lapped at his cock, swirling around his prick-tip, dipping into his cock-slit, raking lewdly along the length of his hard cock. He jerked about under her shrewd, manipulative cock-sucking job.
"Unnnngghh! Damn!" he moaned loudly. "Suck my cock, Margo! Go for it, sweetheart!"
Jesus! she thought. What a fool Wilt was! He really thought that she enjoyed giving him a blow-job. And, in a perverse way, she did enjoy sucking his prick. She knew that her plan would work, but she would have to work fast. It was fun manipulating the dangerous man in such a lewd manner.
Wilt was hissing and grunting as he reclined on the bed.
"Unnggghh! Mmmppphh!"
He stretched out, placing his thighs wide apart and jerking his hips forward, sliding his prick deep into her sucking mouth. His eyes were rolling in his head and he seemed to he only half-conscious. But, she knew full well that he was wide awake and luxuriating in the blow-job that she was giving him. She wanted it this way. The foolish man was falling right into her trap. He didn't suspect any foul play. She was quite pleased with herself. But, there would be time later to gloat over her victory. The most important thing now was to suck his cock until he came. So she increased her lip-lock on his raging cock, pressing her lips down tightly on his bloated prick. His cock-knob was bobbing in her wet mouth, banging against the inside of her throat, pounding and slamming about as she slurped his turgid cock down her throat.
She could see his sweaty balls clenching and tightening as his balls churned with cum, preparing to shoot a heavy load of jism out of his cock-slit and into her sucking mouth. She could tell that he was about ready to spurt his cum, so she licked quickly under his cock-knob. His muscles flexed, the sinews of his thighs knotted into thick, rope-like cords. His pliant prick was firm and throbbing in her mouth. He Wriggled, gurgled, moaned and came.
"I'm cumming!" he screamed as a thick, hot load of scalding cum shot out of the tip of his prick and splashed into her mouth. His load was so big that she almost gagged on his salty cum as it washed down her throat. She swiftly gulped down his jism, took a deep breath of air, and swallowed again. His cum was slick and slippery, and coated the walls of her throat with drippy, gooey cum. She was repulsed, but she knew what she had to do. Gripping his prick with her forefinger and thumb, she squeezed his spurting cock, causing more cum to spew forth from his drooling cock-slit.
Swallowing his cum was a demeaning task at best, but that didn't matter to Margo. She consoled herself with the knowledge that she would soon be free. Hungrily, eagerly, willingly, she milked his drooling cock-knob, slurping his jism down her throat. Then, she gently squeezed his balls, forcing the remainder of his cum through his spasming prick and out of his cock-slit. She swirled his cum about with her tongue, and gulped it down into her stomach. His sweaty balls emitted a pungent odor, but she shrugged it off. She prepared to make her move, the most important move in her life. But, in order to avoid any slip ups, she must make sure that Wilt was completely at ease. If he suspected anything, he might be able to respond in time to thwart her escape.
"Ohhhhhh, Wilt. Your cum tastes so good," she cooed. "I love your prick, honey, Can I suck it again?"
"No, not right now," he replied throatily. His eyes were half-shut and he relaxed all of his muscles. "Goddamn, Margo!" he enthused breathlessly. "That-that was the best blow-job ever. Shit, I loved it! But-I have to rest a little while, you know?"
"Sure, Wilt, you rest a bit. Then I'll suck your cock again, okay?"
"Yeah, okay," he replied as he closed his eyes tightly and swooned with delight. His face was flushed a bright red, and he appeared to be wholly content.
Margo rose slowly, careful not to startle Wilt as he lay stretched out on the bed. She stood and, casting a long look in his direction to make sure that he didn't suspect anything, she began to move toward the door. She had almost reached the door when he spoke. "Where you going, sweetheart?"
"To the bathroom, lover. I have to go wee-wee," she quickly replied, her voice quavering with fear.
It would be terrible to ruin everything now, after sucking his vile cock. Damn! she thought. Maybe she had moved too quickly. She had to make sure that he was off his guard.
"Is that okay, Wilt darling? Can I have your permission to go wee-wee?"
Margo figured that the smartest thing to do was to act like an innocent little school girl. If she asked his permission to go to the bathroom, maybe he would not suspect anything.
"Sure, Margo. You go right ahead."
He chuckled, shrugged, and opened his eyes just enough to see her ripe, young figure at the bedroom door. "That's not the way though, Margo. The bathroom's over there," he said, raising a heavy arm and pointing toward the corner of the room.
Shit! she thought. Wilt wasn't totally out of it after all. She hesitated a moment, hoping that he would fall into semi-consciousness. No such luck.
"Over there, dammit! The bathroom's over there," he said, pointing toward the bathroom door.
"Sure, darling," she said. She walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Her heart was racing as she stepped into the tiled bathroom. When she caught sight of the window, her heart skipped a beat. Reaching up, she tugged on the window, but it was stuck. She knew that the window would make a loud noise when she opened it, and she had to cover the sound, or Wilt would sure as hell come running and catch her trying to escape. She turned, placed her hand on the toilet handle, and flushed it. As the sound of the toilet flushing covered her movements, she quickly pulled the window open. In a flash, she jumped onto the windowsill and plummeted out the window, landing on the grass outside. Everything was fine. It was dark outside, but, once her eyes became accustomed to the faint light that came from the street lamps out front, she knew that she was in the clear. The back yard was big and fenced in. She walked toward the gate, knowing that her avenue of escape was just beyond.
Then, without warning, she heard the growling of a dog. A big dog, with a frightful, low growl. Suddenly, a monstrous Doberman appeared in the pale, yellow light. The Doberman growled and approached her, his teeth bared menacingly. She knew that if she ran the dog would tear her naked flesh to ribbons. Her eyes were wide open with fear, but she gathered some composure and spoke softly. "Now, now, doggie. Stay cool. I'm sorry I invaded your territory, but if you'll just let me go, everything will be okay." She felt like an absolute fool, trying to reason with an angry dog. But, she realized, this big, mean Doberman was the only thing that stood in her way. The dog was so big that there was no question of her trying to get past. She moved slowly toward the gate, her voice an octave higher than normal as she tried to calm the dog down. "Now, now," she said. "I just want to get out of here. I'm not going to hurt you."
The big dog moved forward, his nose pointed and wet. She stood motionless, over-borne with fearful anxiety as the dog pressed his wet nose into the flesh of her thigh and sniffed. Good God! she thought. How would she get by this threatening Doberman. The dog was huge and she was terrified.
"Good doggie," she whimpered as she tried to move away from the menacing Doberman. But, whenever she moved, the dog growled and bared his teeth.
She looked down, and saw that the Doberman had a gigantic hard-on, as big as a man's raging prick when he was aroused. She pulled backward and looked at the dog's slick, red prick which was clearly visible in the dimly-lit backyard. "Good doggie," she said again as she timidly reached out to pat the Doberman's furry head. But, the dog growled again and leaped on top of her, pushing her with his paws. His paws, which were as big as hands, slammed into her naked tits and pushed her over backwards. She fell hard on the ground, and all of a sudden the dog was straddling her body. His long, beet-red tongue darted out of his foaming mouth and he lapped at her tits. Her nipples became hard and erect when the dog's tongue raked across her nipples. She flinched in revulsion as the big, aroused Doberman licked at her tits and bit down on one of her nipples, causing intense pain in her tit.
"Owwwwwwwwww!" she screamed in agony.
But the dog started to rub his thin, animal cock on her leg, humping her leg obscenely. She was stunned with disbelief. This couldn't be happening to me, she thought. Her mind was tormented and she writhed about on the ground as the Doberman flicked his tongue out and lapped lewdly at her cunt, his raspy tongue tickling her clit and making her shudder with fear. Her clit hardened from the dog's lewd, grotesque caresses and she shook with fear. But, there was no stopping the vicious, sexually aroused Doberman. In a swift movement, he jerked his lithe body forward and rammed his prick into her cunt. Then, it started. The nasty Doberman began to jerk his prick in and out of her cunt, sliding his vile animal-cock into her tight pussy, reaming her pussy-walls with his furry prick.
"Noooooooo!" she wailed. She felt disgusted and repulsed. Being fucked by a dog was so gross and vile. It was bestiality! It was depraved! But, there was nothing that she could do to prevent the big, evil Doberman from raping her ripe, young cunt. The dog was going wild, whipping his furry, red prick in and out of her slick pussy with super-quick movement, fucking her cunt with his vile, red, slick animal-prick. His tight balls were damp and she could feel them rubbing against her asshole. Her pussy convulsed and palpitated and she tried to wriggle away from the dog-cock, but it was impossible. The Doberman was all over her, fucking her hard and fast with his slimy, red prick. Suddenly the Doberman stiffened and he came. Shot his load of animal-cum right into her cunt! She was thoroughly disgusted. She could feel the Doberman's cum washing across her pussy-lips and filling her cunt with animal-cum. Then, the Doberman purred like a kitten and, pulling his vile, drooling red prick out of her cunt, he rolled over and panted, saliva running out of the corners of his mouth.
"Oh, damn!" she shrieked as she looked at his animal-cock drooling with cum. "How disgusting!"
She picked herself up and quickly raced to the fence. With the adrenalin flowing in her veins, it seemed effortless to leap over the fence. She raced toward the street, naked and full of fear, her face contorted with horror from having been raped by an animal.
The street was dimly-lit. She ran along the sidewalk for a few blocks. She was perspiring freely and her tits bobbed as she ran, but her only thoughts were of escape. Finally, when she figured that she was far enough away from the house, she stepped into the street, her tits heaving as she drew deep breaths of air into her lungs. She stuck out her thumb, confident that the first car that came along would pick her up and take her to safety. She was completely naked, and anyone who came along would know at once that she needed help.