Chapter 9
"Wha-what are you going ... to do?" Jill stammered, then flinched when Greg touched her back.
"Do?" he said, moving his fingers across her shoulders tenderly-too tenderly. "Why, baby, I'm going to hurt you. Didn't you know that?"
Jill jerked against the ropes, hoping against hope that they would give. If only she could break free, she could run from the room, escape what she felt was certain doom.
"No," she said, her throat tightening. "Please ..."
Greg ignored her pleas. He began fumbling with the knots at her wrists and ankles. He then yanked her to her feet.
"Oh, baby, you're gonna scream with pain," he said, holding her by the hair of his head. He kissed her hard, bruising her lips. "And when I say pain ... I fucking mean pain, you little cocksucker!"
He slapped her across the face, then slammed her up against the far wall. While she lay there dazed, he quickly wrapped a length of rope around her wrists, then jerked her to her feet. He threw the end of the rope over a rafter in the cracked ceiling, then tied it to the radiator in the corner.
"Ouch! God ... it hurts!" Jill gasped, feeling as if her arms would be pulled out of their sockets. Her toes were just barely touching the floor.
Greg tied her right leg with another piece of rope, then her left leg. These he attached to the bed frame and to the handle of an old trunk full of motorcycle parts.
"You like spread-eagle fucking?" he asked, admiring his work.
Jill couldn't even talk. Every nerve in her body throbbed with agony. It was like being put to the rack. Her body felt tight as a drumhead, stretched to the breaking point. The slightest move caused jolts of raw torture to explode in her body.
"Now, to keep you from screaming the fucking house down, I'd better shut that little mouth of yours," the man said, grabbing a dirty-sock.
He jerked her mouth open and thrust the sock inside until her cheeks bulged. Jill gave a muffled cry, but it was impossible to spit it out. It tasted of sweat, making the back of her throat rumble with vomit.
"Nice tits," Greg said, moving his fingers over her upturned tits. "Firm . . . ripe ..."
Jill looked at him with wide, terror-filled eyes. He was insane, she thought. He had to be!
He stepped away from her and fumbled in the battered trunk where the end of the rope was tied. Withdrawing a pair of pliers, he again approached her. The metal tool glinted in the amber light of the room.
Jill choked back a sob when she saw the instrument. In his hands, it looked deadly, an instrument of torture.
"Sweet . . . tits," Greg whispered, lowering his face to her chest. His tongue encircled her rose-colored nipple, then he sucked it in. "Mmmmm-mmm . . . sweet," he gasped.
Jill would have enjoyed his warm mouth on her tit, but the cold metal of the pliers against her right arm was all she could think about. Slowly, he moved the pliers toward her right breast, then opened the serrated jaws.
"Aaahhhhh!" she screamed, her voice lost in the material of the sock in her mouth.
The tiny jaws slipped around her nipple. Slowly, they began closing. Again she screamed out, flinching as the coolness of the metal turned into fiery pain.
Greg clamped the pliers shut, and at the same time bathed her other breast with gentle, soothing strokes of his tongue.
"Mmmmmmm . . . like it?" he murmured, moving his right hand down to her pussy. He rubbed into the puckered opening, then tugged on her clit. "Hmmmmmm?" he whispered. "You . . . want me to fuck you now?"
Jill couldn't believe the sensations that swept into her body. Half of her was on fire, raw with agony, the other half subjected to his hungry sucks, his gentle probes into her pussy. There was nothing she could compare it to.
She inhaled quickly, pulling the sweaty flavor of the socks into the back of her throat and yelled out again. The pain in her right breast was building horribly. The room seemed to spin, grow dark. She then sighed with relief, knowing that she was about to faint. Unconsciousness would remove the horror, the torture.
But just when she was about to black out, he loosened the pliers and kissed across her chest. He took the bruised nipple between his lips and licked it tenderly. She immediately felt her mind clear. And the relief from the anguish of the pliers was so great that she felt almost grateful to him. But not for long.
While he licked her injured tit, he switched the pliers to his right hand, then slowly moved them up to her left breast. Jill flinched violently, knowing now what was in store for her.
The silvery jaws moved around her nipple, came closer together. The tip of her nipple bulged, turned bright red, then a mottled purple.
A spasm of pain riddled Jill's body, even worse than before. Perhaps it was because of the totally different sensations she was experiencing. The pleasure that surged around her right breast only made the agony of her left even worse.
The jaws tightened more, almost meeting.
"Mmmmmmmffffff!" Jill screamed, her voice thundering in her brain.
She tried to, but she couldn't faint. An eternity of agony passed. Then suddenly, numbness. Her head fell forward and she choked into the sock.
Greg dropped the pliers to the floor and cupped both breasts in his hands. He then kissed back and forth, taking each nipple into his mouth and bathing it with his warm spit.
"Now for a good fucking," he whispered, thrusting his hips forward.
Jill's mind was such a blur, she was hardly aware of when he jabbed his cockhead violently into her pussy. But when the rest of his shaft gouged inside, she became fully aware of his cock size.
His cock was just as long as Andy's and Mike's, but twice as thick. She looked down between her breasts and saw the massive root. It looked as big around as her arm. Her pussy opening stretched until she thought it would snap.
"Mike was right," Greg said, licking from her breasts to the hollow of her throat. "You do have a sweet . . . hot little pussy."
As he fucked her a little harder, plunging the entire shaft deeply into her cunt, he moved his hands to her ass cheeks. Then each time he stabbed forward, he exerted pressure against her backside.
"Take it," he grunted, his lips moving over her chin, to her mouth. "Fuck my hard dick in your guts, baby."
Jill was so relieved not to be in pain any more that she was glad to do anything he asked. She began sucking and pulling on his prick with her cunt muscles, bathing the plunging shaft with warm, oozing juices.
Greg kissed her lips, then lifted his right hand, pulling the sock out of her mouth. After flinging it to the floor, he thrust his tongue into her mouth.
Jill gave a groan of pleasure and licked over his tongue. The tingling sensations in her pussy made her gasp with increasing delight.
"Fuck me, you prick," she said, squirming her ass around. "Stick that big cock in my cunt and ream it out!"
"Take it, slut," Greg said, punching forward with his full weight. "All the way up . . . here . . . bitch! Unhhhh ... up here!"
With the mixture of pain that the ropes caused and the enormous pleasure racing in and out of her cunt, Jill suddenly felt her orgasm swell her insides. She began jerking and writhing, then froze as the convulsions of release riddled her guts.
"Aieeeeeeee!" she screamed with hungry lust. "Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck meeeeeee!"
Greg pounded into her climaxing cunt with everything he had. In a few moments, he felt the pressure inside his balls become almost unbearable. Then, when his cum-load burst into the root of his cock, he grabbed her thighs and yanked her body upward. When the juices of his cum steamed into the back of her cunt, he lowered her again.
"Ahhhhh . . . fuck it, bitch! "he growled, every muscle in his body flexing. "Screw it all my . . . cum! Eat it up your snatch ..."
Jill experienced one climax after another until her body jerked in a constant state of excitement. Finally, giving a last heave, she went limp. Her head fell to her shoulder and she gave a low, throaty groan of pure satisfaction.
"Mmmmmm . . . all of it," Greg gasped, thrusting in the last of his jism. He held himself against her body for a long while, then slowly pulled away. "Yeah," he said, shaking his head, "one fine . . . pussy."
While Jill hung there, she could feel the churning wads of cum stream from her cunt opening. The jism collected on the insides of her thighs, then plopped to the floor in a cooling mass. She looked down, feeling her throat constrict with hunger.
Greg noticed her glance and smiled.
"Want to eat that stuff off the floor?" he asked.
"Yes," Jill said meekly. "Would you untie me?"
"Sure," Greg said, doing exactly that. When he had finished, he pushed her to the floor and pressed her face into the cum. "Lick it, you cum-sucking slut," he ordered.
While Jill wallowed her tongue into the silvery fluid, gulping it down, her mind was working furiously, trying to think of a plan of escape.
Yes, she had rather enjoyed the torture, being tied up and fucked, but something told her that was only the beginning. And she remembered Mike's words. He had warned Greg not to mess her up.
What he'd done was just a prelude, she knew, of certain disaster. Perhaps real physical damage, even death.
"Want some more?" Greg asked, spreading his legs and jutting his hips forward. "Hmmmmmm? Right from the source?"
"Do you have to tie me up?" Jill asked sweetly. "I want my hands free."
"Why's that?" Greg asked, giving her a suspicious glance.
"I want to hold that little butt of yours when you blow your wad in my throat," she said, licking her lips with her pink tongue.
"Okay," the man agreed, "and then we can get down to business."
Again, the tone in his voice sent a chill up and down Jill's spine.
"Well, open up, baby," he said, guiding the tip of his cock between her lips. "Better suck me good, too, or I'll have to . . . well, we won't talk about that right now."
Jill sucked his cock into her mouth and pursed her lips tightly at the base. Then swirling her tongue around the rubbery surfaces, she stroked his tight, hairy ass.
"Ahhhh . . . that's pretty good, you little cocksucker," Greg grunted, placing his hands behind her head. "Lick it all the way down your cum-loving throat."
Jill knew if she gave him a good suck job he might be caught off guard. But what could she do? She quickly looked out the corners of her eyes, searching for a weapon of some sort.
Nothing, damnit!
She gobbled up and down his shaft, feeling the base of it begin to jerk. She raked her nails into the crack of his ass, pressed him harder against her face. Again, her eyes darted around the room. The ropes lay there. Still tied to . . . The trunk of tools, where he'd gotten the pair of pliers. There would be something there, she thought.
She let her hands move from his ass to the backs of his thighs. Carefully, she inched back a little, letting her knees slide over the gritty floor. She pressed her fingers into his thighs.
He moved forward slightly.
Jill sucked furiously, gobbling up and down his shaft, jabbing her nose into the crotch hairs.
She slipped her knees back a little more, inch by inch. She pressed his thighs again. He moved with her.
"Hey, you really go after a big cock, don't you?" Greg grunted. "Just love the fuck out of sucking me off ..."
"Mmmmm-hmmmm," Jill gurgled. She was most within reaching distance of the trunk. Just a little more. A few inches.
"Suck it, slut," Greg grunted, increasing the pressure behind her head. "I . . . I'm almost fucking there! Gonna blow your throat open with hot . . . cum ..."
Jill felt his cock expand, ready to shoot off. She jerked as if climaxing and pulled her head back. At the same time, she grabbed the backs of his thighs.
"Ohhhh . . . fuck . . . lick me . . . now!" Greg moaned, stumbling forward about a foot.
When the first, molten splash of cum hit the back of her throat, Jill jerked her mouth away and reached into the trunk.
"Wha-what the fuck!" Greg said, his face contorted with a mixture of surprise and ecstasy.
"You bastard!" Jill screamed, pulling out the first thing she grabbed. It was a hammer. She raised it under his horrified expression, then slammed it down on his right foot. "Bastard!" she screamed again, hearing the dull crunch of bones breaking.
Greg fell forward, knocking her to her side. He grabbed his foot and curled into a ball, screaming out with pain.
Jill quickly got to her feet, took the hammer and hit him upside the head. He then twisted strangely and fell face forward, then rolled to his back. A thin trickle of blood oozed from his temple.
"I hope I killed you, you sonofabitch," she said, lifting the hammer again, should he try to get up.
It was more than obvious he wouldn't get up for hours. And even then, he would walk around dazed for a long time.
With her heart thundering in her throat, Jill reached for her clothes and began dressing. When Mike had torn them away he'd made a mess of them, but she didn't care. All she wanted to do was get the hell out of his crazy place.
Dressed, so to speak, she looked down at Greg's unconscious form. Then she giggled. His cock was still throbbing slightly, and his middle was covered with thick strands of cooling cum.
Feeling triumphant and wicked, Jill knelt over him and lapped up the fluid. She then tilted her head back and swallowed.
All the while, she kept her hand wrapped around the hammer, her eyes on Greg's face.
"Mmmmmm, pretty good, you little prick," she said, standing up.
She started to leave, then stopped. Slowly she turned and walked over to where he lay. A cruel grin formed on her lips.
"Take . . . that!" she cried out, kicking him savagely in the side. "Oooffff," Greg grunted, hardly moving. Jill would have liked to stick around and tie him up, as he had done her, and maybe shove those pliers up his ass, but she thought better of it. Mike and Andy might return at any time.
And she'd better get out, while the getting was good.
She dropped the hammer and made for the door. "Going somewhere?" Mike said, meeting her face to face.
Behind him was Andy, holding a case of Coors beer.
"Hey!" Mike said, looking at Greg. "What the fuck did you do to him?"
Mike then grabbed her, and after Andy came inside, he slammed the door.
"Okay, baby, now you're really asking for it," Mike said, his voice quivering with anger.
Jill's body went limp in his arms. All was lost. No telling what would happen to her now, when Greg came to. She was as good as dead.
"Oh, Tony, Tony, Tony!" she moaned, hardly aware of what she was saying.
Mike flinched and pushed her away, looking into her tearing eyes.
"Tony?" he" said quickly. "Tony . . . who?"
When she told him, both he and Andy went pale beneath their tans.
"Get the fuck out of here," Mike said, shoving her toward the door.
Like an animal who had miraculously escaped a trap, Jill shot them a bewildered glance, then darted from the room. When she heard the door slam, she thought she heard Mike say something about Tony, but she wasn't sure. Now she was going to get out of there as fast as she could.
"Tony's old lady?" Mike had said. "Christ, if he finds out what we did, we're dead. We'd better get the fuck out of here."
Jill raced from the building and tripped down the steps. With her heart pounding in her throat, she shot toward her car and quickly got behind the wheel. After locking the door, she leaned forward, resting her forehead against the cool plastic and began sobbing. It took her almost ten minutes before her shaking hands could get the keys in the ignition.
Later, soaking her bruised body in a hot tub, she tried to clear her mind of Tony. No man was worth that much, she thought. She would just have to forget him.
And life would go on. Somehow.
She dressed and went to work, hoping the pet shop would occupy her thoughts.