Chapter 2
Bill found some ropes and he tied her to a chair in the kitchen. He left all her clothes on, except for her panties. Susan watched him stuff his face with food from her fridge while his cum still ran down the insides of her thighs.-"How long are you going to keep me tied up?" she asked.
"Maybe for a week, baby," he said. "Isn't that how long your husband's going to be gone?"
"How do you know?"
"I know everything about you, baby," he told her. "I've made it my business to know everything ever since that day five years ago when you had me fired for nothing."
"You were staring at me," she said.
"You're damn right I was! What do you expect! You came out into the back yard wearing practically nothing and prancing that beautiful ass around. You can't ask a red-blooded man not to stare."
"I didn't mean to turn you on," she said.
"The hell you didn't. You're the kind of woman who always wants to turn men on. You enjoy having men lusting after you just as long as they can't touch you."
"That's not true," she said.
He put down the beer he was drinking. She was not expecting it when the side of his hand almost knocked her head off. She was dizzy for a few moments and she tasted blood on her lips.
"You'd better understand something, bitch," he said. "You don't call me a liar anymore. I'm going to own your body and soul until your husband gets back. You just do what you're told."
"You can't treat me like this," she said.
Again he slapped her face hard. This time it was the other side of her face and it took her longer to clear the cobwebs. He was smiling. He didn't say anything but his hand came around again and she tried to ease her chair back. But it did not help. His fist made her see stars.
"Please stop," she whispered. "Please."
"That's better," he said. "I want you to learn your place. I want you to be polite while I'm fucking you!"
She didn't say anything else but she blushed a bright shade of red. Susan was beginning to understand that this man meant exactly what he said. He was going to put her through sheer hell for the next few days. She felt like she was going to be sick.
"Now you just stay right there, baby," he said. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
As if she was going to be able to go anywhere all tied up the way she was. He took his beer with him as he went out of the kitchen. He was gone a long time. He had one of the imagine cameras with him when he came back.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm just going to take some nice color shots to remember you by, baby," he told her.
He started taking pictures of her. He had the kind of camera that developed its own pictures and he started putting them out on the table. He took five shots of her tied up. She looked down at them. She had never seen herself look like this before. Her hair was tangled and sweaty. Her lips looked puffy. She looked very scared.
"Now for some nice cheesecake stuff," he said.
"No, please," she whispered. "Don't do anything else to me. Please don't."
Susan did not want to beg this man but she had no choice. She did not want him to touch her. She hated the touch of his rough hands. She kept thinking that he was nothing but a common man, a man who worked with his hands. It sickened her.
He undid the buttons on her robe. She could not stop him with her hands tied behind her. He unbuttoned the robe all the way down the front. His hand slipped into the front of her robe and he touched one of her covered tits.
"Nice, big tits," he said. "If you only knew how long I've been waiting to play with your tits."
There were tears in her eyes again as he played with one of her tits. He saw her tears but he only laughed. He took his hand out of her robe and then unbuttoned it the rest of the way down the front. He pulled the robe apart. She was still dressed in her nightgown and bra, but no panties.
"Wearing a bra to bed?" he said. "That's really strange. What does you husband say? Doesn't he like to hold onto your big tits at night?"
Susan knew her husband had often suggested that but she had always refused. She hadn't want him grabbing at her all night long. Now Susan wished her husband was here. She would let him hold her tits if that was what he wanted.
"Damn," Bill said. "You've just got too many clothes on!"
Bill went to the cabinet and took a sharp butcher knife out. He came over to where she sat. He started at her neck and he cut the nightgown all the way down to the bottom. Then he cut through the bra and jerked the two halves apart.
"Damn, damn, damn," Bill said, standing back up to look at her. "You're every fucking thing I ever imagined."
She felt obscene with him standing there looking at her like that. She had no way to cover up and his eyes seemed to burn holes through her.
"I've got to have some pictures of that," he told her.
"Please don't," she whispered. "Don't take any pictures."
"Baby, I've got to have some pictures of your body!"
Susan was shivering all over as he got out his camera again. In a few moments he had taken ten more pictures of her naked body. She could look down at them on the table and the pictures humiliated her even more.
"You've got a good-looking body," he told her. "You've got the best looking fucking body I've ever seen."
He kept taking pictuies. He had dozens of color shots of her in the nude. She hated her helpless feeling but she hated knowing he would have those pictures even more. He could show them to anybody. She would never feel completely safe again.
"That's all, baby," he said, putting the camera down. "Right now I've got a hard-on that won't quit!"
She watched as he pulled off his shirt. She had not looked at his body very closely before. Now she found that she couldn't take her eyes off his hairy, well-built chest. He was grinning at her as he pushed his pants down his legs and stepped out of them. His cock was bunched in his shorts.
She let her eyes go down to his swollen prick and she gasped for breath. It looked so big, even bigger than before. And it looked hard enough to tear a hole through his shorts.
He moved his cock so close to her face that it almost touched her. She thought she was going to be sick at the strong smell of his meaty cock. He moved a little closer and his sticky shorts pushed against her face. She almost knocked over her chair as she tried to back away.
"What's the matter, baby?" he asked. "Haven't you ever kissed a man's cock before?"
"Oh no," she said, her voice sounded disgusted. "I couldn't do anything like that."
"It's about time you learned," he said.
She was getting deeper into shock as she watched him step away and then start sliding his shorts down his legs. She wanted to tear her eyes away but she couldn't. His cock was long and thick, and it kept looking-bigger every moment. The blue veins at the head of his cock seemed to be throbbing. A little bit of his cum ran out of the smail eye.
He moved close again and let his cockhead rest against her cheek. He caught the leg of her chair with his foot and she couldn't slide any farther away. He started rubbing his cock up and down against her cheek. Her cheek started getting wet with his cum. She was disgusted.
"You're going to kiss my cock," he told her.
"No," she said.
He slapped her again. She had barely got over the dizzy spell when he started pressing his cock against her lips. He didn't press the head of his cock against her mouth, but instead rubbed the base of his cock back and forth across her lips.
"Kiss it, bitch," he said. "Taste it. You're going to learn to love it!"
"You bastard," she said softly.
He grabbed her by a thick handful of her hair. He forced her head backwards until she thought her neck was going to crack. She started kissing his cock. She was sick at herself but anything was better than dying.
"That's better, baby," he told her. "Now you be nice to my cock. You kiss it all over and be real nice to it!"
He was moving his cock back and forth and she was able to kiss every inch of his fat cock.
In a few moments he drew back. His hands tightened on the back of her head.
"Now I want you to lick it all over," he told her. "Get it wet with your spit. I want you to love my cock with your lips!"
She was trembling. She kept thinking that she had never been treated so badly in her life. She hated this man. She hated what he was making her body. She also knew that she was going to do it because she was scared of him.
She started licking his prick. Her tongue moved up and down his cock. He relaxed his hold on her hair and he allowed her head to move freely. She was tasting his salty cock-meat and it was making her sick but she kept licking.
In a few moments his cock was glistening with her spit. She kept licking frantically because now she was afraid of what was going to happen next. She had heard of blow-jobs before and she knew that bad girls sometimes did things like that.
But she wasn't a bad girl and she'd never even been this close to her husband's cock!
She continued to lick at his salty cockflesh until he pulled away. Her heart started pounding. She knew he wasn't going to be satisfied with just her licking.
"Do you know what I want now?" he asked. "Do you know what I want you to do?"
"No," she lied.
"I bet you do, baby. You're going to suck my cock. You're going to suck it until I come. I'm going to shoot my wad in your pretty mouth and you're going to swallow it!"
"Oh no," she whispered. "Don't make me do that!"
"Shut up and suck it, bitch," he told her.
She turned her face away. It was a mistake. He grabbed her by the hair and started slapping her face. She thought she had been slapped hard before but now he seemed to be trying to knock her head right off her shoulders! In a few moments she was begging him to stop and promising to do anything if he would.
"That's better, baby," he told her. "Now let's see how good you suck cock!"
Susan trembled as he put his prick against her lips. She wanted to keep her mouth tightly shut but she couldn't stand to be slapped anymore. Already her face felt bruised and sore. She was afraid he would ruin her good-looks forever.
"Open your mouth, bitch," he said. "Suck it. Open your mouth wide and suck my fucking cock!"
She opened her mouth. The first thing she felt was how hotly his prick was throbbing. She started to close her mouth but then remembered her fear of him. She opened her mouth a little wider and his swollen cockhead slid in over her tongue.
"I can't believe it," he moaned. "I've got it in your mouth. I'm going to fuck your bitch mouth!"
He put one hand on the back of her head and he started pulling her face forward. She had his cockhead in the hollow of her cheek and she kept it there for a few moments. She was sure that she could never take all of his cock. His cock seemed even bigger now than it had felt in her cunt!
She rolled his cockhead over her tongue and into the hollow of her other cheek. Suddenly she tasted something very salty and she realized it was more of his cum except this time it was really thick.
She swallowed it. The salty taste going down the back of her throat almost gagged her. She had to swallow another drop just as quickly. She knew that she was going to choke, but Bill had no mercy on her.
"Deeper, baby," he said. "Take my cock deeper. I want you to take the whole fucking thing in your mouth."
She thought that it was too big to take but he was still trying to push it deeper into her mouth. His cock slid across the roof of her mouth and finally into the back of her throat. This time she did gag and he pulled his cock back quickly. He gave her time to catch a couple of deep breaths and then he started pushing his cock back into her mouth again. His cock was so enormous that she thought he was going to rip her mouth. She held his cockhead in her cheek again, still tasting his salty cum.
"Take it deep again, bitch," he told her. "We're just getting started good. I'm going to make a real good cock-sucker out of you. A fucking good cock-sucker!"
She tried to relax. She had the feeling he wouldn't pull back if he made her gag this time. She closed her eyes and concentrated on being completely relaxed. He kept pushing until his cockhead was at the back of her throat.
His cock was throbbing again. The hot throbbing seemed to send shivers throughout her body. She let her teeth scrape his cockflesh and he drew back a little.
"Now don't you bite, bitch," he warned her. "I'm going to fuck your face. I'm going to fuck your hot lips, so you just relax!"
There was spit dripping out of the corners of her mouth. She closed her lips around his cock as he drew back. She let her teeth scrape his cock because she thought he would enjoy it. He did. There was a quick shudder through his body.
"Now you're getting the idea, bitch," he said. "Now you're sucking my cock like I wanted it sucked!"
He kept one hand on the back of his head. He slid his other hand down to the creamy tit. He started brushing his fingertips back and forth across her nipple as he started to really fuck her mouth.
Susan found she no longer had to do any work. He started pushing with his hips and his massive cockhead was being driven deep into her throat. She found that she wasn't gagging anymore and that surprised her. It also frightened her that she was feeling some little tingles of excitement in her pussy.
It was crazy. This was humiliating. This was something she should have found disgusting and yet she was sucking him a little harder and using her tongue on his feverish cockflesh.
"You fucking sweet bitch," he groaned.
"I've been dreaming about this for long. I've always wanted to fuck your face!"
He started fucking her mouth a little harder. Now his prick was really getting inside her mouth deep and she still wasn't gagging. His balls were slapping her chin and they felt heavy with his cum. She started thinking about what it was going to be like to taste his thick cum pouring down her throat.
"You're trying to suck my cock off, bitch," he moaned. "Shit, your mouth is a hot sucking machine!" .
He dropped his hand down to her other titty. He was no longer afraid she would move away. His hands started squeezing her titties until it almost hurt. Yet there was something that caused a burning pleasure in her cunt. The pleasure was growing. She was glad when his cock started to stiff, even though she knew it meant tasting his spurting cum again.
"You fucking bitch," he yelled. "Drink my cum. Drink every fucking drop. Shit, here I come. Oh shiiiit!"
He stabbed his prick deep into her throat and his hard cockhead started shooting thick globs of cum into her mouth. She started swallowing as fast as she could but she couldn't take it all. It was dripping out of the corners of her mouth and making her face sticky.
He left his cock inside her mouth for a long time. Finally he pulled his cock out from her lips and then wiped his cock clean with the thick strands of her hair.
"That was just your second lesson, baby," he told her. "You're going to graduate before I'm done with you."
Susan only kept hoping she'd soon wake up from this nightmare.