Chapter 5
One moment he was breathing heavily, caressing her head, and sticking his cock into her mouth while groaning as if he were about to shoot in her throat. And the next he was pushing her away, staring at her as if she were the enemy.
"What?" she asked.
He grabbed her shoulders, his fingers bruising her flesh.
"Oh, Brad!" she cried.
She knew he was going to take her brutally, tear into her with his rigid prick.
"Stupid!" he yelled.
With that he threw her backward. She sprawled across the floor, one leg bent and pinned beneath her. Wendy's hair curtained her face, temporarily blinding her to what he was doing. There was a gradual tensing of his character, a brutalizing, vulgarizing, of it as he became more excited and aroused. The Brad she knew was disappearing, buried under this new man, a man she both wanted and feared.
He stood over Wendy now, reminding her of some god of war. As he loomed over her, his eyes burned with a lust that terrified her. Brad was such a big man, so powerful, so intense. And now he stood above her, hands on his hips, his legs spread widely apart.
"Come . . ." he ordered.
Brad stepped toward her. Wendy hissed and drew back. He advanced faster. She scooted back. The carpet burned her ass as she pushed with her feet toward the bathroom. He came faster, closer. She couldn't outdistance him.
"Noooo. . ." she whined.
He was swearing at her. She answered him with a terrified moan. His grin was the most horrifying, frightening expression she'd ever seen in her life. He was changing right in front of her eyes, turning into some kind of monster.
"You're gonna do everything I want, understand? You don't have a choice, baby."
Wendy nodded, too frightened to speak. Their pleasant evening was turning into a terrible nightmare for her. She never would have believed Brad was this kind of man.
The carpet piling tickled her asshole and her thighs rubbed against the floor.
"I'm gonna teach you a lesson.. . a lesson you can teach all the other cunts around the office."
He reached for her, his face close, his heels rubbing her knees.
"What have I done?" she wailed, her eyes wide with horror.
"When I'm through with you, you'll wish you were up in Soledad fucking your brains out with every fuckin' inmate in solitary."
"What've I done? What have I done?" she wailed again and again as he jerked her from the floor.
Wendy stumbled to a standing position, her arm nearly pulled from the socket by his violent wrenching. His fingers moved swiftly to the elastic band of her bra. Wendy gasped as she felt the halter being torn from her back. Her tits sprung out, slapping wetly against her chest. Brad leaned back and admired her tits. Wendy quickly jerked her hands up to cover her naked tits.
Brad only laughed at her apparent modesty. He walked around her slowly, telling Wendy what he thought of her and her "kind" of cocktease.
"You broads go around the office wigglin' your asses and tits, then pretend you don't want to fool around," Brad whispered, smoothing his knuckles over her flesh. Wendy moaned and shrank from his touch. "Even here you tried to play coy, then, boy, you heated up fast when the chips were down. Let's see just how fuckin' fast you can heat up when I'm callin' the shots."
She felt his fingers grip her panties, heard the awful tearing sound. In a moment, he had ripped the pink nylon briefs from her thighs. She was stark naked. Wendy dropped one hand over her exposed cunt, keeping the other pressed against her tits.
"No . . . " she cried. The trapped woman whimpered, crawling back until her legs once again brushed against the bed. She was cornered, unable to go anywhere.
"No use, baby, you're gonna get me and you're gonna dig it."
"No, no, I won't," she whispered back, shaking her head from side to side while still trying to cover up her cunt and tits.
Brad said nothing more. He rushed at her, one hand hitting her in the chest, shoving her back onto the bed.
Wendy cried out, her arms flung to each side of her body for balance while she bounced against the mattress. Behind her, she heard the headboard rattle. Her tits slapped together and her legs flew apart. Temporarily stunned, Wendy lay there, aware of a shadow quickly falling on top of her.
There was a sudden crush of weight. It was Brad, growling and snapping at her angrily. He had knocked the wind from her when bounded on top of her. His fingers pawed at her body, squeezed her tits, grabbed her ass, pinched her thighs while his cock slid up and down in the groove of her legs.
"Fuck, fuck. . ." he moaned.
For the moment Wendy was too terrified to respond. She felt his prick, felt his legs pinning her to the mattress, felt his fingers brutalizing her. And all she could do was moan softly.
"Want it bad, don'tcha? Man, I can feel how fuckin' hot you are down there."
He was rearing back, staring down at her, his eyes boring into. Before she could say a word he had raised his hand and brought it down, slapping her savagely across the face.
Wendy let out a strangled cry, her head snapping to the left. She could still feel the welts on her cheeks seconds later as he slid off the bed and padded to the dresser.
Inching her head up, blinking away tears, Wendy lay there and watched Brad fish through several drawers, pulling out three or four silken bathrobe belts.
He turned around, his lips curled into the hellish grin that had made her tremble so earlier. He came back to the bed, his fat, long prick wagging from aside to side..
"No, no, this can't be happening," she whispered.
Her eyes widened as she watched him stretch one belt tightly between his hands. He was going to strangle her right there in bed, she thought.
"It's already happening, baby."
But, as it turned out, he had no intention of strangling the terrified woman. He was pushing her down on the bed, bending over with the belt.
"Gimme your hands," he ordered.
"I. . ."
"I said gimme your fuckin' hands," he bellowed, his voice cutting through her.
Wendy shrank from him, clasping her hands together and stretching them forward. Brad grunted with approval, slipping the belt around her hands and tying them tightly together using a square knot.
Wendy whimpered, her forehead wrinkled, as he used a second belt. Brad fastened it to her bound wrists, then wrapped the free end around a post in the Mediterranean style headboard. He stretched her back, fastening the second belt tightly.
"Oh please . . . please . . . don't do it. Oh God, don't. . ."
Wendy fearfully suspected that he was going to hurt her badly. And in that position there was nothing she'd be able to do about it.
"Yeah, sure He brought out the third belt, looping it around her right ankle and fixing it with a slipknot. Then slowly, carefully, Brad raised her leg, watching her face reflect growing terror.
"Oh no, no . . ." she pleaded.
He brought her leg upward until her toes were touching the headboard and her bound wrists. Wendy cried out, bringing her other leg up to ease the tension in her cunt and ass.
Brad was tying her ankle to her wrist, cinching the knot so tightly that he cut off some of the circulation to her toes.
"Now for the other one," he muttered.
There was more movement. She felt him sliding the last belt around her left ankle, knotting the silken bond tightly. He brought her leg up to the other, fastening it to the headboard. She was hog tied, her body bent in a U. Because her wrists were fastened to her ankles, the woman's cunt remained naked, exposed, splayed open.
Wendy jerked her head from side to side, her long blonde hair splashing over her throat. She blushed with shame and fear. The awkward position her body had been bent into stretched her spine.
"Oh no, no, you're crazy!" she gasped, her ass bouncing against the mattress. "You won't get away with this. You can't."
Brad only chuckled at her vain attempts to tear her wrists and ankles free.
"You're not goin' anywhere, Wendy. You're gonna stay right here and fuck your brains out. . that is, when I get through tenderizing you a little."
Moving her head around and peering over her raised thigh, she saw Brad backing down from the bed. His eyes were still fastened on his handiwork.
Brad turned and stooped to pull at the belt on his trousers, tugging it free from the loops, then holding it firmly on the buckled end. He moved back up to the bed and rubbed the leather against his thighs. His lips still held that evil smile she feared.
"Ever wonder about pain and pleasure? Ever wonder about how they're the same thing, just different sides of the coin?"
Wendy shook her head rapidly. Her breathing became rapid and shallow, while beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She felt sick.
No, there wouldn't be a strangling here. But he was going to hurt her, she realized. He was going to make her flesh burn with his belt.
"You can't . . . just can't do this . . . it's not right," she panted, her nostrils flaring, her eyes wide with growing horror.
He said nothing more. His arm jerked back in a savage movement. The belt snapped over his head, sounding like a small pistol shot.
Wendy flinched and tugged her thighs, try-ing to draw them together while her eyes focused in on that descending strip of black leather. There was a hissing sound, followed by the dry, smacking report of his belt slicing into her flesh.
The woman snapped her eyes shut and threw back her head. She parted her lips and let out a terrible squeal of pain and fear. The belt made her flesh sting and burn. It kept burning long after the leather slid off her skin and dangled against Brad's thighs.
"You beast," she whimpered, blinking away more tears.
He only smiled more grimly at her. The sound of his heavy, panting breathing filled the room. This was what he wanted.
Wendy pulled at her silken bonds, feeling the material dig cruelly into her wrists and ankles. Even more blood was cut off from flowing into her fingers and toes.
"Nooo . . ." she wailed.
He was drawing the belt up again. She tried edging away, curling back into a small ball. It was impossible. He had bound her well, keeping her open to his blows.
There was an awful moment of silence, followed by a hissing sound. She tensed, her muscles spasming against her flesh. Then she heard the smacking sound again, followed quickly by another.
Brad whipped an X on her asscheeks with the belt. He laughed as she screamed and rolled up a little higher on the bed. Her toes curled, cramping, the nails digging into the headboard.
"Aaaaahahhhh!" Wendy cried.
There was another slashing blow, and then another. Her asscheeks pranced frantically against the mattress, her tits slapping together from the force of his blows. Tears sprang to her eyes, dampening her cheeks.
Brad was going a little mad now, lashing his belt over the soles of her feet.
"Oh stop, stop," she panted, hardly able to get the words out.
She tried kicking out, attempting to do something to protect her body. But no move was possible. She could only wail and beg him to stop as the belt kept lashing across her asscheeks, heating her assglobes until they burned.
"Ughhh... ." she moaned.
His target now seemed to be the arch of her foot. Brad was purposely slowing his strokes, timing them to strike when the woman didn't expect it.
The sensitive flesh of her foot felt as if it might be bleeding. In her confusion, Wendy thought that his relentless belt had crushed the small bones inside her foot. She beat her face against the pillow, her wails turning into shrieks.
Wendy felt the silken cords binding more deeply into her wrists and ankles. Her thighs cramped from the awkward position he had roped her into.
Brad was flogging her with his belt now, beating the backs of her knees, her full thighs. Finally, he was smacking the leather against her asscheeks again and again. His breath was whistling, and she heard him grumbling something in between the slamming sounds of his belt against her flesh.
"Ohhhhh!" Wendy shrieked.
"Fuckin' ....... ughhhh... yeah, buy it, slut, buy it!" he shouted.
"Oh don't . . . stop it, stop it!"
Wendy could barely scream out the words. The pain was growing worse and worse as the belt slapped angrily against her body. Soon his belt was everywhere, hitting her face, her tits, her legs, her thighs. The silken ropes bit more cruelly into her wrists and ankles as the desperate woman tried struggling away from the surging pain.
Brad's beating seemed to change now. The belting continued, the long piece of black leather slicing again and again into her white flesh. But Brad began touching her cunt with his other hand, smoothing his knuckles against her angry, red pussylips. Then he became more brutal, actually gripping her cunt flesh.
Wendy screamed, jerking her head from side to side. Her long, blonde hair danced over her tits and throat. She could feel his fingernails tearing into her soft flesh. The folds of her pussy were inflamed by what was happening.
"Ughhh!"
"Bitch!" Brad yelled as he beat and lashed her, grabbing more of her cunt.
The woman's voice shrilled higher, her body wriggling up on the bed while her toenails scraped against the wall behind. She wanted to die, to disappear somewhere here in the bedroom.
But the ropes were holding all too well, the silken bonds cutting her flesh while his belt found all the sensitive spots on her body. His clawing hand was drawing new sensations from her overheated pussy.
Wendy gasped and moaned, tensing her thigh muscles, relaxing them, then tensing them once more. Slowly, she felt the beating stop. Wendy sagged in her bonds, her head turned to one side, her mouth opened and letting out groans of thanks.
She heard his, belt drop to the floor. Now Wendy could concentrate on what was happening between her splayed thighs. She felt his fingers still tearing at her cunt flesh. She could feel her juices running molten hot in her cunt.
Peering around her knees, she could see his huge cock, his long, blue-veined prickmeat bloated with excitement. He was going to fuck her after having beaten her half senseless with his belt, Wendy thought. She was dizzy with fright, pain and excitement!
"Don't worry about it, baby, you're gonna be okay with this mother. I'm gonna make you feel real good," he said, reaching down and grabbing a handful of her cunthairs and yanking them out.
"Yagggghhhh!" Wendy shrieked, her body jerking as if touched by a live electric wire.