Chapter 10
An hour had passed. Betty lay on her back, staring unblinking at the wall clock. Again she thought of her daughter. So much time had gone by. Certainly Jacki had met with some kind of foul play. She should be out searching for her or at least on the phone calling the police.
But instead she was trapped here on the couch, her ass dribbling out cum while Brad sat opposite her, drinking his third can of beer. Two hand-crushed aluminum cans lay by the side of the chair. He was still naked, his hairy legs spread widely apart, his long cock dangling there with the head resting on the upholstered chair.
Several times Betty wanted to suggest that he leave. But fear crept over her like a fog. He was getting drunker and drunker, his speech slurring. Whenever she looked at him he growled, actually growled at her. Her asshole still ached from the hard fucking he'd given her sixty minutes ago, while the marks of his belting still discolored her flesh. Perhaps if she lay quietly and looked the other way he'd go away and leave her in peace. Then Betty would have time to deal with the problem of her missing daughter and think about finding a way to get rid of Brad for good.
He stirred. Betty felt her pulse race while her heart skipped a beat.
"Been thinkin'," he said, gulping down the last bit of beer in the can, then hurling it across the room against the fireplace. It struck the corner, clanking noisily to the floor. Betty shivered, drawing in a deep breath and mustering her courage. "You sure got one hell of an appetite for fuckin', baby. I mean," he waved his hands in front of his face as if to clarify what he was saying, "there ain't nothin' you won't do."
Betty still remained quiet, staring at the clock, his words falling heavily on her heart.
"But I bet I can push you over the edge," Brad said, his voice low, trembling.
"What?"
"You heard me," Brad said, pushing himself out of the chair with a grunt.
He stood there for a moment, reaching down and scratching his balls. Betty heard him fart, then listened as he shuffled past her to the bedroom. She sighed with relief, drawing her fingers over her belly. He was right. She was a kind of bottomless pit of fucking. Everything he did to her was a turn-on. When he beat and kicked her, she nearly came in her pants. When he fucked her in the cunt and later in the ass, the woman went half-mad with lust.
When he came back a second time, bursting into her house unannounced, she not only refused to throw him out, but in the end openly invited him to pervert her even more! What kind of woman could she be? What kind of woman would answer a strange ad in what was little more than a fuck paper? The blonde closed her eyes and turned her head from the room, feeling guilt wash over her like a wave.
"Yeah, a real bottomless pit."
He was back, shuffling behind the sofa. He had his Levi's with him. Moving around to the front of the couch, Brad sat down, draping his pants over his knees while staring at Betty.
"What do you want with me?" Her voice was dry and cracked.
"Everything, baby. You don't understand, do you?"
She smelled the beer on his breath. It was awful. Wrinkling her nose, she started to turn away but Brad's fingers wrapped around her hair and prevented that. He jerked her face back and forced her to stare at him. God, how that man's eyes glittered when he was excited! It was like looking right into the devil's face!
"N . ... no, I don't ... I ... "
"Come on," he said, laughing at her while tugging at her hair. Betty moaned, her teeth rattling from the renewed pain in her scalp. "You dig gettin' beat up and fucked up real bad. Well, baby, I'm gonna push you, make you find out just how much stuff you can take."
"No, don't!"
"Man, don't gimme that crap any more," Brad sneered, letting go of her hair and slipping one hand into his left Levi pocket. "Pisses the shit outta me to hear you moanin' and complainin', and all the time you can't wait to get a cock in you!"
He grunted with satisfaction, pulling out a book of matches. Letting the pants slide from his lap, Brad turned around a little more, resting one of his legs over the backs of hers to keep her in place. Betty watched with growing interest as he pulled back the cover and tore two white matches from their holding.
"What . . . what are you going to do with those?" she stammered, almost sure of the answer.
Brad didn't answer. Striking the matches quickly, he held them in front of Betty's face, smiling as he saw the flames reflected in her eyes.
"Ohhhh ..."
The sour odor of the burning sulfur made her wrinkle her nose and draw back. Every square inch of her flesh crawled as she watched the yellow flame carefully flicker from side to side inches in front of her mouth.
"Lay down."
Betty stretched out on the couch, her head resting on one pillow while her feet nearly touched the other armrest. Betty cringed away as the heat of the burning matches increased. He was bringing them down, down toward her body! Her eyes widened as she watched him move the burning sticks close to one stretched tendon of her right inner thigh. The glowing matches reddened her skin. Moaning through her teeth, Betty writhed against the sofa. A small sob moved past her lips.
"No, oh no!"
Betty looked from the matches to Brad's face. His eyes were glittering hellishly. He touched the matches now to her legs, then started dragging them along the line of the tendon.
"Yaggghhhhhh!"
Arching her back, throwing her head from side to side, Betty jerked one hand up and knocked the burning matches from her body.
"Bitch!"
"Oh no, no, not again," she wailed, seeing him pull two more matches from the cover. "Please, you're hurting me too much!" She sobbed, wiping the tears from under her eyes.
"Yeah, sure."
There was the sharp crackle of the matches being struck, that awful smell, and the reddish glow of the burning wood. Again Brad moved the flames toward her body, and again Betty cringed, sliding her ass back into the sofa cushions. She nearly pissed from fear and revulsion as the flames neared her thighs once more.
"Oh please . . . please ..."
She was whimpering, shaking her head from side to side. Her face paled, every muscle in her body tensing. Her feet jerked and twitched while she tightened her fingers into fists. Holding her cunt open with one hand, Brad took the matches and touched a few hairs at her pussycrack. Betty couldn't believe he was doing this! She sucked in a ragged breath, her head shaking wildly. The neck muscles stood out while another moan escaped from her lips.
"Unnnghhh ..."
Brad looked up, then went back to touching the burning matches to her cunthairs.
"Oh don't . . . not that . . . save me that ... oh God, don't burn that . . . please, don't do it to me," she pleaded.
Brad smiled. He enjoyed hearing a woman pleading with him for her safety or her life. He glanced up again, drinking in the obvious terror sketched on her face, then looking back down at the several scorched pussyhairs covering her cuntal mound.
"It's kinda cold in here. Thought you might need a little somethin' to warm you up," he said, bringing the matches back down once more.
"Yaaaggghhhhhh!"
Betty shrieked. He touched the burning underside of the matches to an area just below her clit. She fought to close her legs, to protect her cunt from any more damage. But Brad knocked her thighs apart, keeping them spread with one hand while toying with the flame with the other.
"Damn!"
The fire burned all the way, singeing his thumb and forefinger. He flicked the flame out, then reached down for the book of matches once more. Betty whimpered, rolling her head from right to left, biting down on her lower lip, praying to God she could pass out, anything to save her from this horror.
"There we go."
Brad adjusted his ass, sliding closer to the terrified woman. Glancing down again, Betty could see the big stud had a hard-on. He was really turned on, blown out of his mind watching her twist and writhe under his demented torture.
A third flame, this one brighter than the others, roared up. Betty felt her heart pounding so hard she thought it would go into seizures. He brought the bluish-yellow flame up toward her face, threatening her eyes with it. The woman drew back, twisting her head to one side while covering her face with her right hand.
The heat disappeared for a moment, only to come back around her nipples. Opening her eyes again, Betty looked down and saw the dancing flame near her right tit. It could only be an inch, maybe less, from the hard, rubbery tit. The stinging heat from the matches made her nipple tickle so oddly. Her teeth ground together, her fingernails slicing into her thighs as she waited for Brad to touch the match to her tit.
'' Aaaaggghghghhhh!''
God in heaven, he did it! Betty saw stars pop in front of her eyes as the burning flame shot hell through her injured nipple. Her arms shot out, hitting Brad several times while the backs of her legs flailed at the sofa cushions. Her tits bounced heavily against her chest while her screams filled the living room.
"Feel good?"
"No, oh no, no, animal . . . ughhh ... get ... get away from me!"
Betty brought one hand up to her burned nipple and rubbed it anxiously while trying to swing one leg over the couch to escape. Brae knocked her back savagely, hitting the woman on the chin. Betty shot against the couch, sobbing hysterically.
"You can't . . . you can't do this to me . . . it's inhuman," she cried, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
Brad said nothing, bringing the flames back to her crotch. Oh God, the pain was horrible! The heat felt as if he'd dumped burning gasoline all over her body! There was a tearing pain in her throat while the air blew out from her lungs. Betty wanted to scream, to shriek to the heavens as he touched the burning matches to the bottom of her cuntal mound. But all she could do was let out a hoarse gasp.
"Ohhhhhh!" she finally screamed, her voice cracking and harsh.
Brad moved his hand away, shaking out the flames once more. "Kinda gettin' to your limit, huh? Gettin' to mine, too," he said, flinging the book of matches away.
Betty felt his hands around her waist. He was turning her around, making her kneel.
"Tuck 'em under," he said, shoving her legs forward toward her hanging tits while rubbing his cock up against her ass. "Gonna be a nice finish to this."
He hunkered down behind her while sliding his cockhead up to her cunt. Betty closed her eyes. Oh God, God, as much as it sickened her, the touch of his cockhead in her pussy seemed to make everything she'd recently endured worth while!