Chapter 4
Linda felt two burning sensations. It seemed as if tiny animals were chewing at her wrists and ankles. And her pussy was being stretched.
She opened her eyes and saw a thick bush of brown hair, felt a crushing weight on her body. The smell of sex and sweat was in the air.
And then she remembered. She closed her eyes, trying to force reality back, but the steady pulsations inside her cunt awakened her completely.
"Unhhhhh ... yes," she heard Derek grunt in his sleep. His cock was bursting with cum, loading up her cunt. Then he, too, awoke when the bulk of his. cum-load spewed from the end of his cockshaft. He turned his head slightly and kissed her firmly on the mouth. "Wow . . . what a way to wake up."
Because she was so relaxed, Linda felt her own pleasures sweep around her pussy opening. She gently lifted and lowered her hips, experiencing a long, deliciously slow climax. Fortunately her climax wasn't as intense as the one the night before, because she didn't want him to know she liked it.
After Derek had crammed the last of his . jism into her pussy, he went limp on her body. A few seconds later, he squirmed his ass around and drove the root of his cock between her puckered, cum-splattered cunt opening. "Ready to start another day?" he asked, lifting his head and looking into her eyes. "Why are you doing this?" Linda whispered, testing the bonds at her wrists and ankles. They held fast, cut into her delicate flesh. "Can't . . . can't you find a girl your own age?"
"They're so easy to fuck," Derek said. "All you gotta do is snap your fingers and they drop those drawers. With ladies like you . . . it's more of a challenge."
Egocentric little bastard, Linda thought. Just snap your fingers. Well, it was probably true. He was good looking, and the things he could do with his cock made her' head swim. She could almost see those lines of girls, panting, waiting to open their legs for him.
And what the hell did he mean, challenge? What was the challenge in raping someone? That took nothing but brute strength.
"I'm gonna make you love it," he said, giving her a cruel smile., "Baby, before the weekend is over, you're gonna be on your knees worshipping my big cock."
"You prick!" Linda spat. "I ... I'd rather die first."
"We'll see," the boy laughed. "Now get off your ass and fix me some breakfast." He fumbled with the ropes at her wrists.
A short while later, after ruining the breakfast as best as she could-which amused him more than anything---he led her back to the bedroom and threw her to the floor.
"Let's take a shower together," he said. "We'll soap each other up and . . . well, we'll think of something to do after that."
While she crouched on the floor, Derek grabbed a long piece of rope and tied her wrists together. He then yanked her to her feet and led her to the bathroom. When he'd pushed her into the tub, he tied the other end of the rope around the shower head.
The warm water swept about Linda's body, making her feel revitalized. And although it was terrible being tied up like this, she liked the way his hands moved over her back and ass, soaping her up.
"You're nice," Derek said, slipping his fingers into the crack of her ass, then to the bottom of her pussy. "Jesus, you're nice all over."
Again, revulsion filled Linda's mind. She hated the way her body responded to his touch, but after so long without a man-Mark didn't really count-who could blame her?
If he could have only been someone her own age, someone who was tender and loving ... Like Mark? Christ, no. Like Rod? Well ... . "Ready for your early-morning fuck?" Derek whispered, kissing the back of her neck. "Just do what you're going to do anyway," Linda said, resigning herself to the fact that she had absolutely no control. "I ... I don't care."
"Then I'll just have to make you care." Derek grinned. "Make you care a lot, baby." He spread her ass cheeks, then humped between her thighs. His cock, hard as steel, nudged the bottom of her ass crack, then slipped upward, easing into her slick, furry cunt opening.
"Ohhhhhh!" Linda gasped, jerking against the ropes. She felt twin sensations of pain and
pleasure sear into her body. In a way, the pain was nice, it made the spasms of ecstasy even better. "You're . . . so big ... it hurts ... "
"You like it, whore?" Derek whispered, scraping his bared teeth over the flesh of her neck and shoulders. "What's it like to fuck some young stuff for a change?"
"You want to find out so bad, go fuck a girl!" Linda snapped.
She immediately regretted her remark, because he dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips and fucked forward with his full strength. His cock seemed to stab right up between her shoulder blades.
"Ohhh ... God!" she gasped, twisting and writhing.
"Another smart crack like that, and I'll split you open like a pod," Derek grunted.
"I . . . I'm sorry," Linda said. "Just ... don't hurt me anymore . . . please . . . " Derek slowed his movements., giving her an almost-gentle, rhythmic fucking. Immediately, pleasure swelled inside Linda's pussy. Involuntarily, she began moving her ass around, let her cunt muscles work on his prick like a swallowing throat.
"Now . . . that's a lot better," Derek said. He kissed from her shoulders to her armpit. While the water splashed over his face, he worked his head around her body and bit down on her right tit.
"Mmmmmmm ... much ... better," he gurgled, letting her rubbery nipple glide over the roof of his mouth.
His touch was electrifying for Linda, and, what's more, that horrible, gnawing itch in her pussy was no longer there. This kid could fuck, she had to give him that. And just as if he was reading her thoughts, he knew what pleased her the most.
"Ohhhh, that's good," she panted, writhing, pulling against the ropes. "I ... I hate you, but your cock is so nice ... big and hard ... fuck me . . . "
Derek increased the speed of his fucking. Now, each time his cock fucked into her pussy, his balls swung forward like a lewd pendulum. At times, his hairy balls slapped the hair that fringed the top of her cunt opening.
Linda looked down, watched him lick on her tits, then let her eyes drop to the area of her cunt. In this position, he went all the way inside, covering every inch of her cunt. Just watching him fuck filled her with a greater sense of urgency.
"Take it, slut," Derek grunted, his body tightening. He bit more greedily into the soft, yielding flesh of her tits. "God . . . baby ... gonna poke you so full of cum it blows out your cocksucking ears."
The mere mention of his cum was enough to make Linda's body explode with release. She froze for a second, then began jerking her ass back and forth. Her orgasm shot upward, peaked, then seemed to sweep into each cell, every nerve of her body.
"Aieeeeeee!" she wailed, opening her mouth wide. She caught some of the water from the spewing shower head, pretended it was his cum. "Fuck me ... fuck ... fuck fuckkkkkk!"
Derek paused for a brief moment, then fucked forward with his full strength. When he did, her belly hit the wall with a loud smack. An instant later, his cock burst with electrifying warmth.
"Unhhhhhhh!" he cried, spitting her tit from his mouth. He jerked his 'head from under her arm and leaned back. While holding her waist tightly, his fingers making her flesh turn white, he fucked in and out wildly, savagely. Barking grunts escaped his open mouth.
"Goddddd!" Linda yelled out, clawing her nails into her palms, feeling another convulsion of orgasm riddle her guts.
"Oh ... shit . . . fucking shit!" Derek growled, heaving the rest of his jism into her yearning cunt. He crushed his crotch against her ass, then embraced her tightly; letting his hands cup her upturned tits. "Hot ... as a goddamned firecracker." He leaned his head against her right shoulder.
With the subsiding pangs of climax still filtering into. her guts, Linda was brought back to reality. How was it possible for something to be so good, yet so bad at the same time? She loved the passion, the release, but the humiliation that followed made her feel cheap, used.
"How'd you like that ass-fucking last night?" Derek said a few minutes later.
"I hated it," Linda said. "I don't think I'll ever, shit right again."
Her words made Derek laugh. He pulled away and untied her hands from the shower head. After pushing her to her knees, he retied the rope to the faucet just beneath the soap dish.
"Guess I'd better ream it out again," he laughed, kneeling behind her.
Linda didn't know if she would be able to take another fuck up the ass or not. Her shitter canal- seemed bruised, sore from last night. And just the thought of having him up her ass again-made her tremble.
"Please,... . don't hurt' me," she begged, squirming her hands against the ropes at her wrists. "My ass is killing me."
"Then I'll just have to cream it up for you," Derek whispered.
Linda waited with a mixture of horror and anticipation, In a few seconds, that terrible slab of cock would be fucking into her asshole:
In her asshole. She still.couldn't believe it.
God, in her asshole!
"Oh!" she cried, feeling his cockhead slip into the crack of her shitter. The tiny, puckered opening widened, slipped around the end of his rock-hard prickshaft. She gave another moan, but. not of pain, of surprise.
The pressure was still there, but it brought with it pleasure. And each time he nudged farther inside, the sensations became more delicious. At last, when the root of his prick stretched her ass opening and his balls rested just beneath her cunt opening, she felt the first flutterings of climax.
God, how she hated herself.
"Fuck me, baby," Derek whispered, sitting down in the tub. "Bounce this sweet ass up and down and eat my cock with your ass."
When he pulled her down on his lap, the ropes at her wrists stretched against the faucet, causing an electric-like jolt of pain to shoot up her arms. She looked at the knots, then at the soap dish.
Water from the shower was dripping over the bar of soap, onto the knots. Then, ignoring her passion, she pushed her hands upward, under the dish. Slippery soap dripped over the ropes.
If she could just slip free, she thought. She would have the element of surprise. She squeezed her fingers together, let the soap foam under the ropes.
It was working! The loop of rope inched from her wrist to the heel of her palm. Just a little more.
It was hard to concentrate. His cock was fucking in and out wildly, and, with each thrust, her pleasures built. She found herself writhing, but not so much to free herself as to suck more of his cock inside her asshole. "Fuck me ... God, fuck me," she groaned. "Poke my ass full of cock . . . and ... and ... screw me, you bastard."
While she bounced up and down over his crotch, Derek heaved his ass up and down, fucking the full length of his cock into her asshole. At first, it was easy to hold back, but as her insides became more demanding, he found it almost impossible to ignore the painful pressure inside his balls.
"Almost ... whore," he grunted, clawing at her tits, biting the back of her neck. "Any fucking second . . . "
Linda's mind was exploding with two opposite thoughts. Get free and stay. Escape the humiliation, but not until her insides were soaking with his warm, creamy cum.
"Give it to me ... Christ ... hard?" she begged, bucking wildly under his body. The ropes slipped a little more down her hands, almost to the first knuckle. "Ram me ... full, you prick . . . "
Her guts exploded with a savage, pulsating climax that caused her to jerk. When she did; the ropes eased to her fingertips. Now was not the time, however.' And even if it were, she had no control over her emotions.
Freedom was nothing, was even silly at this moment. Nothing mattered but the waves of ecstasy that swept in and out of her shitter and cunt.
"Screw me ... now l" she yelled, grasping the faucet while holding the ropes. ;
As she said the words, she felt her ass entrance stretch to the breaking point. An instant later, his cockhead began spitting like an angry snake, filling her ass with thick lumps of boiling jism.
"Shit ... fuck ... take it!" Derek cried. Every muscle in his body was flexed,, glistening from the water. "All of it . . .every drop . . ."
Linda experienced another savage convulsion of pleasure that seemed to freeze her insides. After the feeling peaked, she went limp, molding her asshole around the root of his pulsating cockshaft. She leaned her head forward and listened. to the water hit the back of her neck.
More of Derek's cum entered her body, then sloshed back around his throbbing prickshaft. Linda looked between her legs and saw the fuck juice float to the drain, then disappear.
When to do it? And what? Planning something was one thing, but to actually carry it out was another.
I will jump up, kick him in the nuts, tear the shower curtain down around his body and run like hell. Naked or not, I'll run into the parking lot, screaming my head off.
A sudden movement on Derek's part caused her to flinch. If he were going to untie her, it would be all over. Her heart skipped a beat.
"Wow ... that was fantastic," Derek said, falling to his back and placing his hands behind his head. "Let's just stay like this for a while, OK?"
This is even better, Linda thought. He'll be taken completely by surprise, the little prick. She could already taste victory, could feel her foot grinding into his balls.
She took a deep breath, flexed her body to spring. She then looked over her shoulder and let the ropes drop from her fingers. Derek was lying there as if asleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically, splattered with warm water.
Now!
It worked like a dream. Linda jumped to her feet and grabbed the shower rod for support. She instantly whirled and crashed her right foot between his legs. Derek jerked up, his eyes bulging with pain. A choking, spluttering cry escaped his lips.
Linda jerked the shower curtain down and thrust it over his form. She leapt from the tub like a track star and fell toward the door.
Free!
While she heard him scramble around in the tub, she raced down the hall, toward the front door, her heart in her throat. As she touched the door knob, she heard the bathroom door crash open. Still, she had a good lead.
Her hands were soapy, causing her fingers to slip around the door knob. She tried with both hands, but it was useless. Had she thought more quickly, she would have yanked the curtains down and wrapped them about the knob for friction. But she didn't.
She heard pounding footsteps, growing louder and louder.
She twisted the knob furiously, but if anything, it got more slippery. She turned and saw him charge toward her like an angry bull. He was half-crouched, holding his balls. His face was purple with rage.
"You fucking ... bitch!" he spat, from only five feet away.
The knob caught in her palm, then turned. The door opened about five inches, then was slammed shut. Derek was on her, his elbow against the door, both hands around her neck.
Linda knew she was going to die. His fingers closed in, cut off her air. The room spun, grew dark. As her body went numb, the last thing she saw was the look in his eyes.
And she was glad for the darkness.