Chapter 9
Jerry looked at the lovely brown-haired woman, and he couldn't have been more impressed with the way that she was tied.
He particularly liked the way her legs were hanging up in the air, because of the way he had slipped her knees over a pole, that was suspended from the ceiling by a hanging chain. Of course, that had only been the beginning.
Her upper back was the only part of her body that was flat on the floor, and her hands had been pulled behind the lower part of her back, and they had been roped together with a thick cord.
It was the bow that impressed him the most. He had taken a bow, and had removed the string, so he could just use the wooden part.
At one end, he had slipped a thin metal pole, and he had pierced her toes with part of the pole. Then, the rest of the bow had been pulled between her legs, so that it was pressed against her cunt, almost digging into her, deep.
Last but not least, was the way that her tits were tied to a string that was coming from the upper part of the bow.
He had tied only her nipples, making tight knots, so that her brown nipples were throbbing, and there she lay, ready to be trained.
She was still unconscious, and as he looked over his records on what was to be done with this lady, he had to smile.
It would be much easier than he had even thought, and the position that he had her in would be quite beneficial.
Her husband, so it seemed, was into fucking this bitch in the ass, and she, in turn, didn't want him to ever enter her that way. She wanted only straight coital fucking, which her rich husband thought was a bore.
Jerry was just about to go into the room and wake her up, when the phone rang.
He walked over and picked up the receiver, and listened.
"Hello, master. This is Nina. I just had to talk with you."
He couldn't believe that bitch had the nerve to call him at his house. He had told her that she should never call him, but rather, just wait until he got in contact with her, for that was the way he wanted to work it.
"What do you want? And why are you calling me here?" he screamed at her.
"I just wanted to talk to you. I wanted to hear you tell me that I'm yours."
"You are mine, you bitch. Now don't ever call me again."
"But wait. I can't go through with this marriage, master. I can't marry that man now, because I love you. I thought that I loved Ron, but now I know that I love you. I am your slave, to do with as you please."
Jerry started to laugh, and he could sense that she was tense on the other end of the phone. Then, he started to speak again.
"Seeing as how you are my slave, you must do whatever I want you to do. I command you to marry this man tomorrow, when you are supposed to."
"But then I will be his, and I am yours," she said to him.
He couldn't believe that she had the nerve to talk back to him in such a way.
He started to think that maybe it had not been such a good idea to take her into his bed after he had fucked her a few months ago.
He had even taken her into his bed the first time he had been with her, for after she had started to tell him how much she loved him, and how she would always worship him because he had the kind of cock she loved, he had liked hearing it.
Jerry remembered the way he had unchained her then, and had led her into his plush bedroom. He had laid her back on the bed, and then, he had climbed on top of her.
"Let me suck you for a while," she had insisted.
Since he never could turn down a request like that, he had been more than willing to let her take him into his mouth.
He had straddled her tits, letting his ass rest on them, and then, he had seen the way she went about sucking his cock.
In many ways, she had reminded him of Melanie, at first.
She had sucked on his cock head, and she had let his cock shaft get all wet with her saliva so she could, start jerking her hand up and down the shaft. When he knew what she was doing, he had gotten really angry.
Rather than letting out his anger on her verbally, however, he had pushed her hand out of the way, and he had thrust his cock deep into her mouth. When his cock head was in her throat, and his pubic patch was pressed against her nose, he had started to talk with her in a very hostile tone of voice.
"This is the way you go about sucking a cock," he had screamed at her. "You move your mouth all the way down the shaft, and you hold your man in your mouth for as long as time as you possibly can. That is the way this master likes it, and that is the way that most men like it. Only those real horny ones who've never had a good blow job could come while you do what you were doing to me."
Jerry had thrust his dick in and out of her mouth for the longest time, and then, he could feel the way he was starting to pulsate.
He had slid his fingers down between her legs, and he had started to rub her cunt, just as he was coming. That was when he knew that she was something of a come lover, for her cunt started to pulsate hard.
He had not really been fingering her, although his fingers were in her cunt. Instead, he had just been letting them sit between her slit, and he hadn't even been wiggling her clit back and forth. Because she had managed to come, and come as hard as she did, he had sensed that she sucked many cocks.
After he had come in her mouth, he had slid his way down her body.
Then, he had started to ask her about it, and she told him the truth.
Jerry learned all about the men that she would go down on backstage, and he had had to smile, because he knew Rod was really a fool. Even when Rod had been telling him about Nina, Jerry had thought that any girl who works as a stripper, had to do other things. Rod, on the other hand, had been sure that Nina was being faithful to him, and learning that she was not turned Jerry on. ' .
He had wanted to hear more details from her, and so, she had gone on. She had told him how, for a year, she had worked without doing anything like that, but then, when she wanted to make more money, it seemed like the easiest way.
He had asked her if Rod knew, and she told him no. Of course, Jerry had told her that he wouldn't let Rod know about it, but he knew that if he ever had to use something against her, that would be it.
Then, when his cock had been hard again, he had started to fuck her once more.
Fucking her in a bed had been more than sensational. She had wrapped her legs around his buttocks, and he had started to thrust even faster.
He had come inside of her many times that afternoon, and then, during the last few months, when he would have the urge to fuck a hot pussy, he would call her. He always called her over during the day, because he didn't want to have any hassles with Rod, and knew that he would if Rod learned about what he was doing.
Anyway, Rod had paid him three thousand dollars to train Nina, and even though Jerry knew that there was no way his friend would ever see the money again, he thought it would be better if there was no reason for Rod to even start demanding it back.
Jerry knew that he had trained her anyway, even though she was trained for him.
"I can't talk to you now," he said into the phone then. "Nina, don't you ever call me again. You wait for me to call."
"But..."
"No. There is nothing more to be said. I'll talk to you soon."
"You're not going to come to the wedding then?" she asked him.
"Of course I'm not. I know that you wouldn't be able to control yourself there, and tomorrow, you have to shower all . your affection on Rod. You have to be his woman for the day, and for the duration of the honeymoon."
"But I thought that I was your woman," she said to him.
"You are, fool. And being my woman, I am commanding you to carry out the orders that I have given. If I hear that you have not, then you will be punished. Do you hear me, you piece of shit slave? I will punish you if you do not treat yourself as Rod's wife, at least for the first few days."
He slammed the phone back down on the hook, and hoped that it would not ring.
She had called him once before, and he had slammed the phone down on her, and five seconds later, she had called back.
That time, Jerry had not let her know just how angry he was that she had had the nerve to call him back, after he had screamed at her, and so, he had acted rather kind toward her, and had told her he wanted her.
Then, when she came over, she had suffered. She had never had a cock up her ass before, and he knew that was the way to get at her.
After all, since she was supposed to be all Rod's, and she was supposed to be faithful to Rod (at least to the man's knowledge), Jerry knew that he could not be rough enough with her so that he would leave marks on her body.
He had realized that after her training session had been completed.
He had still tied her up, however, even though the ropes were not as tight as they would usually be. He didn't want to leave a burn on her wrists, and so, he tied a looser knot, and it was only when she tried to pull free that the ropes would cut into her flesh, and that was all her fault.
Jerry told her that if Rod asked, she could tell him she got the burn marks while she was performing on stage, something that she still liked to do.
Once he had had her tied, he had started to eat her asshole, and she had seemed to be getting into it while he did it.
Then, when she was not at all ready, he had plunged his dick into her asshole.
She had let out a scream, which was met by his hand, slapping her hard across the face, while he told her to shut her fucking mouth.
"This is the slave's punishment for not listening to her master," he had said to her, while he ground his cock in and out of her cunt. "This is the slave's punishment for insisting that the master speak to her, when he had already hung up on her."
He had heard the way that she was groaning, and soon, she was starting to moan a little bit.
Jerry would never forget the way he had rammed his fingers into her cunt, and started to pinch her clit hard.
When that had happened, he remembered the way her ass muscles started to spasm around his cock, and that had been a nice feeling.
He kept fucking her for the longest time, and finally shot his load into her asshole.
In the end, he knew, it had not been that much of a punishment, since she had started to get into being fucked in the ass. When he heard the way she was moaning, and begging him to do it a little slower, he had started to fuck her ass harder and faster. Then, she had been in pain again, but she had learned.
Jerry stood by the phone for a few more seconds, and when she did not call back, he started to walk toward the room where he had the brown-haired woman tied. As he looked at the way his nipple ropes were pulling on her tits, he could remember his mother, and the way he had seen her nipples pierced, and her tits being stretched.
He felt the way his cock was starting to get stiffer.
Then, the woman started to moan, and Jerry reached for the whip on the wall.
"Where am I? What am I doing here? I don't understand this."
"Hello, slave pig," he said to her, and he moved right over to her, so that one foot was on each side of her head, and she was looking straight up between his legs. Since he was still dressed, all she could see was the bulge.
"What did you call me?" she suddenly screamed at him. "How dare you call me your slave. I don't know who the hell you are, but my husband is a big attorney, and when he finds out what you did to me, you'll suffer. I'll make sure that he gets your ass in jail, and that you stay there."
He picked up the whip and lashed it out at her flesh, then started to laugh.
"Do you really think that you can threaten me the way you're doing, cunt?" he said to her. "What if I were to see to it that you never leave this place alive? What if I were to kill you? What would you do then?"
He could see the way that she was starting to shiver, and once again, he felt that he had death working in his favor, or at least the threat of death.
One way to make a slave a slave, was to remind her of what you could do to her. Most of the bitches that he came across, he thought, were always haughty cunts, and they never seemed to realize just how vulnerable they were until he would remind them of what he could do to them.
"All right," the brown-haired woman said to him. "You made your point. But what do you want from me? How did I get here?"
He thought that he could easily tell her the truth. He could tell her that her husband didn't like the fact that she was not letting him into her ass, but he knew that was not the way to go about this one.
He started to get down on his knees beside her, and since her ass was raised up off the floor, it was easy for him to rub her buttocks. He let his hands massage her taut ass flesh, and then, he started to move his finger closer to her asshole.
As soon as he touched it, she gasped, rather loud.
"I saw you and I wanted you," he said to her. "I saw you walking down the street and noticed the way you wiggled that ass of yours around. I kept thinking how nice it would be to fuck that ass of yours."
"What?" she said to him. "You can't do that to me. You- can't do that."
He reached for the string that was tied to her nipple, and pulled on it. When she started to cry, he could feel his cock getting stiffer.
"You forget, cunt, that I can do whatever the fuck I want to do to you. I can kill you, if
I want, but I won't. All I'm asking is that you let me fuck your ass."
"Never," she said to him. "No man has ever fucked my ass, and no man will ever fuck my ass. That's just the way I am."
He pulled the whip back, and lashed her lightly on the belly. When she groaned, he had to start laughing, and he told her that he hadn't even whipped her half as hard as he knew he could, if he wanted to really hurt her.
Then, he showed her what a hard lashing was all about, and continued to talk.
"And, I'll bet that in your life, you never thought that any man would ever whip you before, either. I bet you always thought of yourself as the haughty heiress, but you're just a piece of pussy, is all."
"I hate that word," she said to him then, and he saw the way that she even winded.
"I don't really give a shit if you hate it or love it," he said to her. "I've whipped you, and I'm going to fuck your ass. But first, I'm going to make you beg me for my cock. I want to hear you beg for it."
He started to pull his zipper down, and then, he reached into his pants and pulled his cock out, so that it was inches from her face.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her nose, and he started to laugh.
"Don't you love cocks?" he asked her. "And if you do love cocks, then you certainly have to love this cock. You've probably never seen one the size of this before."
"I hate yours more than I hate all the others," she said, and Jerry slapped her across the face with his huge shaft.
She started to tell him how much more she hated him because of what he was doing with his cock, and that was when he realized something.
It was not only his cock which she hated, but this broad seemed to hate all cocks. He couldn't understand why she was married to that rich lawyer, unless . . .
"How often do you and your women friends get it on?" he asked her, and when he saw the look of shock on her face, he knew that he was on the right track. She seemed to be involved with some women, he was sure.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said to him.
"Of course you do, you lying cunt. You don't like cocks, and you're married to a man. What do you let him do with his cock?"
"He fucks me, and I take it," she said to him. "It never takes him long to come anyway, so I never have to put up with it for too long."
He started to laugh then, and he could imagine the way she would be in bed, with her eyes closed, hoping that her husband would come inside of her cunt fast, so that she would not have to put up with his dick for long.
He thought that she .was a deceiving cunt for doing something like that to her husband, and he started to move his fingers toward her breasts.
She seemed to be confused when he untied the ropes around her nipples.
But Jerry knew just what he was doing. He knew that he would never be able to get to her cunt, unless he had pulled the bow away from between her legs.
It was not until he had done that, and had moved his body so that he was between her legs, too, that she even sensed what would happen.
Jerry took his cock firmly in his hand and started to rub it over her pussy lips. He loved the way she looked when her cunt lips were opening and closing, almost as if they were trying to cling to his shaft.
He liked to think that they were trying to beg him to enter.
She was getting wetter, too, and he moved his fingers to her cunt and started to rub her clit gently, so that it was soon throbbing.
"You like this cock of mine," he said to her. 'You have to like this cock of mine, because your cunt seems to want it."
"No," she said to him. "I don't want your cock. I don't want any cock."
"Your lips say one thing, and your pussy tells me another. Pussy. The word seems to fit you even more, since you hate it so. You are nothing but a pussy, and seeing as how that's the case, I'll fuck that cunt."
He rammed himself into her cunt, and he could feel the way her wet walls were starting to spasm around his shaft. He thrust in deep, and held himself there.
At the same time, he started to massage her asshole with his fingers. He was feeling the way her asshole was loosening up a little bit, so that he could slide his finger into her with much more ease. He loved that.
It let him know that she was really into getting something up her ass, for if she had not been, her hole would have been tighter.
She was moaning, too, louder than he had ever heard anyone moan.
"You love it," he said to her. "Admit to me that you love it."
"No," she said to him. "I want you to come and get out of me, fast."
"You want me to stay inside of you for as long as I possibly can. You want a cock in your cunt at all times, don't you?"
"No," she said to him. "I don't want a cock in my cunt." mi
He pulled himself out of her then, and started to rub it against her asshole. Just as he was entering her ass, he screamed, telling her that if she didn't seem to want a dick in her cunt, then she had to want it in her ass.
He felt the way he had to force himself into her at first, but then, he could feel how easily her asshole was opening up.
He moved his fingers to her tits and started to play with her nipples. They were not only throbbing, but they were wet. In fact, Jerry could feel the way her entire body was wet, and he knew that she was getting turned on because of the way that he was fucking her tight asshole.
And, he kept thinking, even if she didn't want to admit it, she was loving it. There was no way that she could deny it.
"Beg me to come in you, baby," he moaned at her. "Beg me to shoot my load into your asshole, so that you can feel it shooting."
"Come already," she said to him. "Come. I do want to feel that cream filling up my ass. I do want to feel it. Your cock is relaxing my asshole more than ever."
He could feel the way his dick was starting to get tense inside of her body, and he continued to thrust in and out at a nice, steady rate.
When he started to come, there was no way that the bitch could deny the pleasure that she was feeling, because he could hear the way that she was moaning. He started to wiggle her clit around a bit, and then, he felt the way her juices were starting to flow right out of her cunt, all over his fingers.
Jerry stayed on top of her for the longest time, and then, he could see the look of lust in her eyes. He knew that he had made another one of those cunts fall in love with him, and he decided that he would have to end it now, before things got out of hand.
After all, he had enough putting up with Nina, and he didn't want to have to deal with more than one lusting cunt.
"Now whenever you want to remember me, just let your husband fuck, your ass," he said to her. "I'm sure that your husband does want to fuck your ass."
"Yes, he does," she said to him. "He's told me so many times. But I don't want him to fuck my ass. I want you. I want you always."
"No way, cunt," he said to her. "Don't you realize that to me, you're just one worthless piece of shit. You should love a man who loves you, like your husband. I couldn't give a flying fuck about what happens to you."
He pulled his cock out of her asshole, and started to stand up. He could see the way the bound woman was starting to cry then, and he knew that he would have to leave her lying there for a while, so she could get over it.
"Think about what I told you. You'll have time. And when I come back, I want to have a long talk with you about your husband."
He hoped that time would make the cunt realize that it was senseless to fall in love with him, and if that was the case, he knew he had another success.