Chapter 8
Vanessa sobbed quietly, more ashamed than she had ever been in her life. She knew that there hadn't been anything she could have done differently to prevent Fred and George from raping her up the cunt and ass.
What degraded her the most was that she'd loved it.
Every single thing that Clayton Summers had done to her, she'd secretly gotten off on. Being chained and fucked like a bitch had really turned her on. And when the men strung her up to the overhead beam and fucked and ass raped her, she'd gotten off in a big way. She knew Summers was watching, and this got her off even harder.
"Please, Clayton, cut me down," she pleaded. Then she considered what she'd just said and exclaimed, "Don't cut me down! Untie the knots in my hair. Don't cut my hair!"
The thought of losing all that lustrous raven-black hair horrified her more than anything else Summers had done to her. It was bad enough that he'd shaved her pussy as clean as a whistle. She hadn't been that naked between her legs since she was ten years old. It made her feel like a little girl again, helpless, weak and totally vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do.
But her hair! That would be too much. All the abuse she could stand-even get off on-but to lose her hair was too much.
"I like your long hair," said Clayton, strutting up in front of her. He reached out, his finger lightly playing with her left nipple.
She gasped as she felt excited blood rushing into her nipple to fill it to the point where her nipple seemed ready to pop.
"Yes, you're ready for some more action. I'm ready for my sex slave to give me more action." Summers reached up and quickly undid the knots holding her hair to the beam. She fell heavily at his feet, her head resting against his knees.
Vanessa breathed hard, panting due to her fear and arousal.
"You did well with my two business associates. They will prove very helpful when the contracts for the new interstate highway are put to bid. I think it'll be quite a feather in my cap politically."
In spite of herself, Vanessa had to ask, "How do you know they'll keep their word?"
Summers laughed easily and reached down to lace his fingers through the tangled mat of her once-lustrous hair. He smiled wickedly as he answered.
"It's so simple. If they want more from you, they have to come to me. I can withhold your virgin-tight cunt or your gripping ass-hole from them. Once they've tasted those delights, they are hooked. I assure you, they will do as they are told, now that they've sampled your unworthy flesh."
"But," Vanessa said, hating herself for such curiosity, "they can get the same elsewhere. I'm nothing special."
"True," admitted Summers. "But I also took video tapes of the entire sordid scene. If they don't want those tapes sent to their wives, they'll play along. But those tapes will never be mentioned as long as they give me everything I want. An elegant solution to my political problem, isn't it?"
Vanessa had to admit that it was. With a single act, Summers had trapped two influential businessmen and now controlled them totally. He could make them jump through hoops at his command.
Clayton Summers had told her that if she became his secretary and quit school, she'd learn more about politics than she could from a book. He'd been right. Vanessa was learning lots. And it both thrilled and horrified her.
"I think I'll fuck you," he said to her. "No, I want you to suck my cock. Yeah, that's nice.
Don't you agree, Vanessa?"
The beautiful woman only moaned in despair. There was no stopping this man from his tortures.
Clayton grabbed Vanessa around the waist and pulled her to a kneeling position. This allowed her to lean forward, his powerful hands supporting her weight. Vanessa let her mouth reach out and down. In a second, she found his warm cock under her lips.
Her tongue looped out of its own accord and pulled her boss' limp prick into her mouth. The woman began sucking Summers' cock, giving him head and trying to make him stiff once more. The taste of his prick and her own saliva spurred her on.
And her knowing mouth worked miracles on the man's prick.
Summers groaned, "More suction. Suck harder, cunt!"
Summers' hands tightened around his secretary's waist. He bent forward and whispered hotly in her ear, "Imagine that's a horse's cock in your mouth. Imagine it!"
Vanessa gasped and swallowed convulsively. Put her mouth on a horse's prick? The idea repulsed her. Everything Clayton was doing repulsed her. And in spite of it, she sucked even harder on his prick. Also, as much as she hated to admit it, she liked the feel of Summers' hands around her waist, supporting her, keeping her from falling forward. With her hands chained behind her back, he was her sole support.
Vanessa finally felt his cock coming to life again. His prick sprang into full erection with her tongue wrapped all around it. She sensed the beating of his heart. Every time his heart throbbed, his prick jerked in cadence. Vanessa could tell the state of his arousal by the number of jerks and bobs per second. If she was any judge, she was giving him the blow job of his life.
Summers finally spoke.
"About time for you to really suck, isn't it? I don't want you fucking around any more. I don't want the half-assed head you'd give those other two. I want the real thing. So suck, damn you, you ignorant cunt. SUCK!"
The dark-haired young girl felt her boss reaching for something on the nearby table. When she felt the sting of the whip across her shoulders, she involuntarily sucked in her breath. This pulled his prick deeper into her mouth.
And he was just getting started.
"Careful," Summers cautioned. "It feels like you're trying to pull it out by the roots." He reached down behind her and unlocked the chains around her wrists while keeping the ones on her feet. But with her hands freed now, Vanessa knew she could do so much more to give pleasure to Clayton Summers.
"I can think of a lot better things to do with such a tasty-looking prick." She stroked up and down the pulsating length a few more times, feeling the virile flesh quiver under her slender fingers, sensing the excited beating of Clayton's heart through the thick blue vein on the topside.
"Just suck it good, bitch! That's all I want from that mouth of yours. Not talk, just sucking."
"Ummmm, yes," the beautiful woman murmured, relishing the taste of his cock even more. She was beginning to dig this bondage sucking a lot. No matter that he'd done horrible things to her. Hadn't he just freed her hands? That told her he wanted lots more from her. And she'd give it to him.
He looked down at her bobbing head, then pulled her face upwards to peer into her face. He saw Vanessa's face lighted up with desire. Her eyes burned like twin coals. Her lustrous black hair shone with the faint glow coming from the nearby lamp. Summers couldn't remember seeing her more lovely or desirable.
He gulped when she squeezed down on his prick again. His organ felt like it would explode at any instant. But the man needed more than this to be happy. He reached down, picked up the whip and began lashing her back with it. She flinched at every blow but kept her mouth working on his prick.
Clayton just wished he could tell his cock that this was just the start, that better mouthing would come later on. His turgid cock strained in Vanessa's grip. Her cool fingers worked up and down, tantalizing, stimulating, touching all the right places. She took the triangular flap of skin dangling underneath the plum-colored knob of his cock and began working it back and forth under her thumb. Clayton was certain he was going to cream all over his good pants.
"Cut that out," he said. "I...I don't want to ruin my new trousers."
"No," cooed Vanessa, "we wouldn't want that to happen. I suppose something will have to be done about it." She dived down to his crotch, her mouth taking his prick fully into her mouth. Ruby lips puckered in a sensuous "O" shape as she sucked hard on his pecker.
The taste of his cock excited her like nothing else. She felt her breath coming faster and faster until it felt like sandpaper in her throat. Sucking harder made Summers groan in pleasure. She lashed out with her tongue, giving his cock the lashing he was giving her back with the whip. Circling and whirling around the sensitive tip, she made sure the man's cock was thoroughly covered with her saliva.
Vanessa began to gently gnaw on the rubbery prick in her mouth. The flesh was firm and resilient now. The sounds of his arousal spurred the beautiful woman on. Her tongue spun like a tornado around the rim of the prick she so lovingly cradled in her mouth.
"More!" he demanded. He began beating her wildly with the whip. Every single lash sent lances of pain into her back, into her chest, throughout her entire body. But the pain was a goad to more action. She secretly vowed to give him the best blowjob he'd ever received. After all, he deserved it. He was a powerful man, a man able to command and receive what he desired.
She tried to stuff her tongue down the pinprick hole at the end of the massive cock. She knew it wasn't possible. But just trying gave them both intense pleasure. Increasing the suction, she pulled Clayton's cock into her mouth inch by slow, agonizing inch. She had sucked cock long enough to know how to take a man's length without gagging. She took his entire eight inches down her throat.
Every time the young woman swallowed, a jolt of delight surged into Summers' loins. He felt her tongue moving gently, erotically, along the underside of his cock. Her throat was a tight sheath of flesh around him. Her lips brushing the sides of his prick sent tremors earthquaking into his balls. He felt his balls tumbling and lurching in the lead-heavy load of his jism. It wouldn't be long before he blasted out his fiery come into the sucking woman's mouth.
He tried to control his body. It felt so damned good, having that hot mouth around his cock he could barely control the car, much less his own runaway desires. Every time his secretary exhaled, he felt a hot gust of her breath rustling through his bush. It both tickled and stimulated him further.
Clayton couldn't begin to control his renegade, bucking hips any longer. He was held captive by the dark-haired young girl's mouth. He was going to come too soon. He began beating her furiously with the whip, hoping she would release some of the leech-like suction on his cock. But the beating only made her suck even harder. His jizz was being pulled from his balls by her incredible sucking mouth moving up and down his iron-hard length.
Vanessa began moving her head up and down the rigid spire of cock. She used her teeth to lightly score the sides of the man's prick. The skin bunched up a little as she moved. The flavor of cock turned her on like it always did. Nothing mattered to her that this us was the first time she'd gone down on him like this while he beat her. She enjoyed it. Maybe because of the pain he inflicted with the lashing, torturing whip, she enjoyed it.
"Ummm, good," Vanessa mumbled around the plug of flesh in her mouth. Summers was too far lost in the wonderland of the sensations hammering into his balls to do more than jump from foot to foot.
Vanessa pressed her tongue firmly down on the top of the pulsating cock. Excited blood surged back and forth along the entire length. Knowing Clayton as she did, she realized she had only a couple more seconds of divine sucking before he erupted with the force of an exploding volcano.
Rolling her rough, eager tongue around the purple hood of his cock, she made sure he was stimulated to the utmost. When his hips began jerking forward and he began feverishly face-fucking her, she tasted a bitter drop of pre-come beading at his cock's piss-slit. She took each driving, thrusting motion of his prick. She let the man fuck her face as if it was a brand-new experience. She wanted Clayton to get off in a big way-and she'd get off then, too.
Vanessa desperately needed the emotional release. It had been too long since they'd really enjoyed fucking together.
His hips rocketed up again and again, pistoning his cock into her face. She pressed even more firmly against the top of his prick with her rough, slithering tongue. She wanted to capture every single bullet of come.
She barely missed the first streaming gout of jism. When the man came, the glob of creamy white come arched past her tongue and splattered against her tonsils. The second smeared all over her tongue. Each successive blast was carefully snared and rubbed all over the woman's hungering tongue. Her taste buds told her this was the ultimate flavor in the universe. Nothing was better.
She sucked harder to milk him of every pearly drop of his come. Summers fucked wildly for a few more seconds, then stepped back away from her. The man was panting from the exertion.
"Damn, but you've got a hungry mouth," he said. "You never really change, do you? All you want is cock. Nothing else will satisfy your sex-crazed desires."
"Your cock," Vanessa said numbly. "It's like a fountain! And it gushes out whenever I turn it on!" She sat up, tongue slipping from between her ruby lips to capture the last drop of hot, spewing jism trickling from the corner of her mouth. She sighed. It had been good.
Summers looked down at his crotch and saw the once-proud cock dissolving back into the shadows. No longer rigid, his prick curled up and went back to sleep. He tucked his organ into his pants and said, "I think you need more discipline. This wasn't as good as it could have been for me."
"Fuck me, Clayton-master!" Vanessa said hotly. "I want to fuck you!"
But the beautiful woman knew it was no use. Clayton Summers took a step back and uncurled the whip. It snaked out and curled around her neck. For a moment, she thought she was going to be choked to death. A single flick of his wrist released the death-grip. But Vanessa discovered something fantastic. That momentary thrill of immediate death had made her hornier than ever.
She didn't understand it, but she wanted to get fucked more than ever now. By Clayton.
For Clayton Summers she would do anything. Anything at all, no matter how degrading or perverted. us