Chapter 1
Ellen Haver stood in front of the brown wooden door, her slender fingers clutching the newspaper. She wrinkled the small dirty sheets, twisting them together. Raising her eyes, the attractive blonde checked the address scratched just above the door. Yes, that was right. She raised one hand and curled her fingers into a fist, hesitating to knock. She had called and he was expecting her.
Ellen took a deep breath. It was all so crazy!
She was too old for this kind of thing.
And yet ... and yet there she was, standing at the front door of some stranger feeling that tight wet heat concentrating in that fuzzy bundle between her thighs.
She knocked three times on the door, feeling her flesh tingle and crawl at the sound of her knuckles against the wood. In a moment she heard footsteps behind the door and Ellen began feeling her pussy swell.
"I've been waiting for you."
She still stood outside the door as the late afternoon sun outlined the big man in front of her. The light from inside prevented the woman from seeing just what he looked like but his voice-controlled, deep, rumbling-excited her. Twisting the newspaper again, Ellen lowered her eyes and stepped into the two-story, frame house.
"I-I don't know if I'm into this sort of thing," she began hesitantly, keeping her elbows in at her sides as the big man closed the door.
There was the distinct smell of musty furniture in the air. All the blinds had been drawn and two small lights gave all the illumination in the room.
"The name's Matt. But you know that already," he said, standing in front of the door with his hands on his hips. "You called up for some hard fuckin', right?"
Ellen cringed. She had never heard a man talk so directly to her about ... about doing that. Sex had always been very private, almost secretive. Calling up this stranger was something totally new for the woman. Ellen nodded her head up and down, unsure of what his drift was.
"That's good," he snorted, wiping his chin with the back of one hand. "That's the kinda fuckin' I dig. Now, take off your fuckin' clothes right now."
"What?"
Ellen's jaw dropped, her fingers letting go of the newspaper. She was shocked at the command, feeling terribly vulnerable and shamed at the same time.
"You stupid or somethin' I said, strip! I wanna see you naked in fronta me right now."
"No!" '
Stooping, Ellen picked up the paper and folded it tightly, starting to move toward the door.
"I think I made a mistake. I'm sorry. I'll pay you what you ask and then I'll go," she said with a low voice, reaching for the door.
When Matt slapped her hard across the hand, however, Ellen jerked back, staring at the big man with startled eyes.
"You ain't goin' nowhere till I stick my cock down your throat."
"What are you talking about?"
Ellen staggered back, frightened out of her wits. He was going to hold her there and ... and do things to her. She shook her head from side to side slowly, backing away, looking around for some path of escape. She felt the backs of her legs bumping against something. Turning she saw it was a large box with straps attached to all sides.
As her eyes became accustomed to the dusky light, Ellen realized Matt had converted his living room into a kind of dungeon. There were nightsticks, riding crops, whips, and various other strange instruments hanging on nails and pegs driven into the dirty walls. What had started as a delightful indiscretion was turning into a dangerous visit.
"I told you to fuckin' strip. Now you gonna take off your clothes and put 'em there," he said, pointing to one corner of the room, "or am I gonna have to tear 'em from you?"
"Get away from me. I'll ... I'll call the police if you come any closer," Ellen threatened, her blue eyes rounding with horror.
She drew back as he approached her, holding her hands to her tits. She was shivering all over, her long blonde hair hanging loosely around her shoulders.
"Come on, baby, you want it bad. Man, I can almost smell that hot pussy. Gonna smell even better when you strip."
He had to be out of his mind. Only a crazy person would talk like that! Ellen backed away again, finding herself tight against the far wall. The newspaper had fluttered to the floor. He was only a few feet in front of her now, his black moustache and neatly trimmed beard making his face appear terribly evil. When he started moving his fingers through her hair, she slapped his hand away, swallowing hard when she saw his face darken at that move.
"No woman does that to me and gets away with it," Matt said, jerking one hand back.
Ellen instinctively knew what he was going to do with it. She heard the fingers flying through the air, saw the shadow of that moving fist cut through the room. When his fist hit her right cheek, the woman let out a loud cry, the force of that blow knocking her halfway around. Ellen felt her knees buckling as she fell to the floor, her hands raised protectively to her face. No, this couldn't be happening? This had to be some awful nightmare!
"Please, let me go! Don't hurt me!"
Matt only growled in response, twisting the woman's hair in his fingers and jerking up. Ellen squawked, her eyelids fluttering while her forehead creased. Her jaw and cheeks still stung from his blow.
He yanked up on her hair, tearing the blonde strands from her scalp. It felt as if her head were on fire. Ellen screamed, her knees scraping along the carpeting. Matt was pulling her back and forth, laughing at her cries and forcing her body to sway from one side to the other.
"Now we'll get down to some serious fuckin' business."
"No, no! I don't want you to touch me!" Ellen protested, beating her tiny fists against the big man's hands.
"You ain't got a choice. You had it when you called me. You shoulda thought about that before you phoned," Matt countered.
The skin along her thighs and between her tits and ass-cheeks crawled. Ellen looked up after he had dropped her hair. The perspiration on his face made his chin and cheeks glisten hellishly. He was a big man, a bear of a man standing there wearing only his Levi's. His hairy chest was massive, indicating to Ellen that he worked out regularly with weights.
He was everything she could have dreamed about-a massive mountain man who was going to fuck her brains out after so many years of self-imposed chastity. But this ... this was something else. He was on a rampage, a man determined to hurt her before fucking her.
Reluctantly the woman began doing as he asked, unbuttoning her white blouse slowly.
"Come on. I ain't got all fuckin' night. This ain't no fashion show."
"I ... I can't do it. I feel so ashamed," Ellen muttered, dropping her hands helplessly in her lap. Matt sighed with disgust, moving around to the front and holding her chin up.
"Then it looks like you're gonna have to have some help, eh?"
With that he curled his fingers around the top of her blouse, tearing them down and ripping open the garment. Ellen screamed, falling back and clutching the torn-open halves of her blouse. She stared with frightened anger at the big man.
"You tore my blouse! How could you?"
Matt laughed at her, putting his big hands down on her shoulders and shoving her back. Ellen let out a grunt, finding herself scooting back on her ass from the force of that move. He was on top of her in a moment, pulling the torn blouse from her back and flinging it to the floor. When she tried crawling away from him, he grabbed her hair again, filling his palm With her strands.
Again Ellen screamed, the horrible pain shooting through her scalp as he pulled her around the living room floor. She tried pushing forward with her feet to ease the tugging strain against her scalp. But Matt kept changing directions, laughing at her cries. Then he stopped, jerking her close to him. Her mouth struck the side of his left black leather engineering boot, that move cracking her lip. She could taste something warm and salty in her mouth. Blood! Oh God, God, what on earth was going on here?
"Stop this!"
He was tugging at her black skirt now, tearing open the top button, unzipping the garment and tugging it past her knees. Ellen struggled, her hands gripping for the material. But all her defenses were confused, turned about. In a moment she had been stripped of everything except her bra and panties. A draft made her shiver. She threw her arms around herself, her fingers pressing into her soft tummy. Matt was standing some three feet in front of her, fingering her skirt, then throwing it to one side.
"Now, we get to some serious stuff. On your fuckin' knees. Come on!"
She did as she was told, shaking the loose hair from her eyes and staring up at him.
"That's better," he growled. "Now don't move unless I tell you, understand bitch?"
Ellen nodded her head, wincing at the filthy name he called her.
"Good. You're gonna suck some cock today. Then maybe I'll fuck you if you give good head."
He moved around the room, fingering some of the devices hanging from the wall. Ellen followed him with frightened eyes, wondering what those horrid things were used for. He pulled some rope off one peg, fingering it, then bringing it around.
"Gonna make sure you don't get funny again. This'll keep you in line till I'm more sure about you, baby," Matt said.
Ellen felt him looping the half-inch line around her wrists, binding them tightly together with three figure-eight loops before securing them with a slipknot. The rope was tight, cutting much of the circulation from her fingers. She could feel her palms getting cold and damp.
"Goddamned bitch! You got a good home and yet you're so fuckin' hot you gotta come out and fuck with some dude like me, eh?" Matt said pointedly, tugging at her hair again, then sliding his fingers under the elastic band of her bra.
He tugged at it, forcing the cups against her tits. There was more fumbling, then the sensation of the halter loosening around her shoulders. He had stripped her of her bra and now her tits rolled out-big, high-riding and hard-tipped. Matt grunted with satisfaction. He slipped both hands down, cupping her tits and squeezing them hard until Ellen cried out.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Only the start, baby, only the start."
He was massaging her tits, rubbing her nipples up, frictioning them with his fingers until the woman thought she would go out of her mind. Only her late husband had touched her like that, driving her up the wall before sticking his cock in her. And now this stranger was doing it, pinching and rolling those tender nubs, making her cunt hot and weepy with juices. Ellen rolled her thighs and ass, feeling the slick rub of her cunt lips against one another. Her clit was starting to harden as well, rising from its tight-fitting hood.
Matt flattened his hands now, sliding them past her tits down her belly. He crawled all over her, hunching his crotch against her back, his fingers digging into her flesh. Ellen closed her eyes and moaned softly, finding herself starting to enjoy this horror. The image of a hard cock suddenly filled her mind, making her crotch explode with a hot wild throbbing. She wanted a hard cock sawing through her, squeezing through her pussymeat and making her feel like a woman again!
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Yeah, nice and warm down there, right baby? Shit, I can smell you from way up here. You're gonna have a good time here."
Ellen let out another moan, letting her head fall back. No man had touched her down there for nearly five years! Her cunt ached for a man's hand! And Matt was pushing his fingers through the thick curly matting of her pussy-hairs. He was panting against the back of her neck, rubbing his crotch against her shoulders while moving his fingers down into her cunt. He slipped his fingers back and forth over her blood-rich cuntmeat and Ellen drew her legs together, rolling her hips up, feeling those fingers slide lewdly back and forth over her furry outer cuntlabes. "Ohhhhhh!"
"And you wanted to get the fuck outta here before. What were you gonna fuck yourself with, a Goddamned barber pole?"
He took her by the upper arm, dragging her over the carpeting and skinning her knees against the short nap. He dragged Ellen over to that box she had noticed before and told her to put her head on it.
"Go on. I ain't gonna cut it off or nothin' like that." he said reassuringly, pushing her over the top of the crate. "Just get down on it or I'll kick you down!"
It was all some horrible game, a game she had fostered and now was playing. Obediently Ellen did as she was told, feeling the cold, splintery wood pressing against her cheek.
"This way."
Roughly he pushed her over the box, draping her head over the far end. Ellen quickly discovered what those straps were for. Matt bent down, taking one of the longer black leather straps that had been double bolted to the side of the crate and draping it around her neck. There was a matching strap with a buckle on the other end there and he mated the two, affixing her head tightly to the crate.
Ellen jerked forward, feeling her knees striking the front-end of the box. Panic began to race through her, making her cuntal walls contract and snap together. Just having her head in that dreadful position horrified her.
"Good bitch. Real good bitch. That's the way a good bitch should be-tied down and helpless so some guy can fuck 'er when he wants, then get out."
She heard the rubbing sound of his trousers sliding over his thighs. He pulled off his boots then his Levi's, throwing them atop her skirt.
"Got a nice big cock for you, baby. It's gonna make you wanna come back here for more after we're through," Matt promised.
She tried raising her head to see what he was doing. But the strap holding her neck down prevented the woman from doing much. Ellen's eyes traveled across the floor of the room and lighted upon the newspaper, that awful newspaper she had held at the front door only minutes before.
"Gonna have to loosen you up a little, I'll bet," Matt said, tapping her between the shoulders with something very cold and hard.
He walked around, bringing that instrument around to her eyes. Seeing a nightstick dangling right next to his cock, Ellen's eyes widened. They seemed to be nearly the same size. She blinked rapidly, her nostrils burning as she studied both instruments of torture.
The big black nightstick swung back and forth, tapping at times against Matt's thickly-muscled thighs. His cock jutted from his black-haired groin, big blue veins throbbing while the fat meaty head pulsed with excitement. Ellen hadn't ever seen anything that big ever! Her late husband had had a big cock, she thought, but it certainly hadn't been this big!
Matt brought the nightstick around to the back of her neck, pressing it against her skull, then sliding it back and forth. Ellen trembled. She knew he was going to hurt her with that thing!
' 'Owwwwwww!"
It came with a stinging, heated blow against her right ass-cheek, making the flesh jiggle and redden. Ellen groaned, banging her body against the large wooden box. Bending forward slightly, Matt prevented the crate from moving. He brought the black nightstick up once again and then snapped it down, crashing it hard against the woman's other ass-cheek. "Owwwwww!"
Ellen shut her eyes, her eyelids wrinkling while tears welled up behind them. Gasping with pain she worked her wrists against one another. Matt gave her several more blows along the sides of her belly, poking the rounded tip of the nightstick against her stomach and inducing tiny grunts from the bound woman.
"Christ you got a nice body, lady. A real nice fuckin' body."
Matt moved around from the front of the crate, straddling her, hitting her ass again and again with that awful nightstick. Ellen jerked back, the headstrap cutting into her skin. Oh, oh, this was awful! Horrible! she hadn't come for this sort of sex but now there was nothing she could do about it.