Slowly, Susan Gorman opened her eyes. Everything was fuzzy, blurry, and she blinked as a foggy haze began turning into light and her eyes focused on a dim light bulb hanging high up in the center of the ceiling.
"Ah, my pretty one wakes up." The voice came from somewhere in the room.
She pulled at her arms, which were pulled up above her head. She felt something tighten and pull at her wrists and turned her head to see her wrists shackled to the steel bedposts.
"What? Where?" she gasped as her head slowly began clearing.
She heard a movement in the corner of the room and turned her head toward the noise just as the voice spoke again.
"Glad to see you're coming around. I was beginning to think Dave had given you a little too much in your drink at the party last night."
She remembered the party and the blond man she had thought was so good-looking. She remembered him sitting down beside her and how flattered she had been when he had told her how beautiful she was. She remembered bits and pieces of the conversation and how much she had liked him, and when he had asked her to come out to his boat for a drink, she had said yes without hesitating.
Then they had made love, and his hands had gently caressed her full firm tits and pinched her nipples into hard nubbins of solid flesh just before his lips surrounded one and then the other, his tongue flicking across them, making her stomach flutter. He had done everything she had wanted, bringing her to climax after climax before spilling his jism deep up into her cunt.
Susan turned her head and looked up at the man standing near her. His eyes roamed up and down her body, and it was then that she realized she only had on her panties and bra. She looked back up at the man and screamed, "Where am I? Why am I chained to this filthy bed? Who are you? Where are my clothes?"
"Tut-tut, my beautiful young lady. One question at a time, please," the man said as he sat down on the edge of the mattress.
"Undo my arms! Get my clothes!" Susan screamed.
The man looked down at the nearly naked girl. "Shut up, and listen."
Susan's eyes blazed now. "Fuck you, just get me up from here and let me go!"
Suddenly Susan saw the man's hand raise, ball up into a fist, and come down like a hammer.
"Oooooomph!" she groaned as a gust of air blew up from the depths of her lung when the balled-up fist pounded down into the yielding flesh of her stomach. She felt like the fist had driven clear through her stomach to her spine as she gasped for air to refill her suddenly empty lungs.
The man's body was suddenly straddling her body, and pain tore at the front part of her scalp as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head off the dirty mattress. "You little slut, we can do this the hard way or the easy way."
Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at the man sitting heavily on her sore stomach.
"Now, let's start again," he said as he held her hair painfully in his hand. "You are here to be taught how to be a nice little sex slave, and that's just what I'm going to do. Now, you can either decide that you have no choice and give in, or I can make your life hell for the next few days."
Her eyes grew wide as she heard the words sex slave.
"What do you mean sex slave? There's no way I'll ever be a so-called sex slave! You had better let me up so I can leave. If you don't and I get away, I'll go to the police, but if you let me up right now, I'll forget all about this."
"Sorry to her you say that." The man slammed her head back down on the mattress.
"Uumph!" Susan grunted.
The man climbed off of her body.
"What are you going to do? Are you going to let me up?" Susan asked as she watched the man cross the room to a small chest of drawers.
He bent over, pulled one of the drawer's open and reached in. Slowly, he closed the drawer, and as he turned around, Susan saw a strange object in his hand. It was part of a broom handle about three feet long. On the end of the handle there was a round, solid ball.
The man stepped back to the edge of the cot. He looked down at the sexy body. "You are going to give me a blow-job. You're going to willingly open those pretty lips of yours and suck my cock into your mouth until I fill it with my delicious cum."
"You're crazy! No way! Never!"
"Tell me you want to suck my cock like a good little whore."
"Never!" Susan yelled.
The man brought the broom handle down, driving the ball straight into the pit of her stomach.
"Unh… unh… unh!" Susan gasped for air, but before she could refill her lungs, the ball had pounded into her again. Susan cried out just before the room went black.
Susan shook her head from side to side, trying to escape the terrible ammonia smell. As her eyes opened, she saw that the man was sitting on the bed, and just as soon as he saw she was conscious, he stood up.
"Beg to suck my cock," he said as he raised the weapon over her body again.
"No, no, please!" she cried.
The ball came swiftly down.
"Aiiiieeeee!" she screamed. The ball had slammed smack down on the center of one bra-covered tit, squashing it, flattening it. The pain drove deep into her tit-flesh, into her chest, filling her entire upper body.
"Beg," the man said as he raised the ball above her left tit.
"Please, please, please, let me suck your cock! I'll do it… I'll do it, just don't use that this on me again!"
"Too late!" The ball comes smashing down. "Nooooo! Oh! Nooooo! Please; please let me suck you off! Fuck my mouth with your cock, please!" she moaned as the pain flowed through her body.
Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes, sliding down the sides of her cheeks dripping onto the dirty mattress as she watched the man unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. The thing that caught her eye first was the huge bulge pressing at his jockey shorts, and then she noticed how filthy and piss-stained his shorts were. They looked like they had been worn for days.
The man moved to the head of the bed and unlocked the steel bracelets. As she pulled her arms around in front of her, Susan noticed how chafed and bloody they were.
"Okay, cunt, now get down on the floor between my legs. And let me tell you something before you begin. If you try to bite while sucking, I'll beat your fucking face until it looks like meatloaf."
Warily Susan climbed off the bed. Fear gripped her. She knew the man meant what he was saying. He looked like he was just crazy enough to beat her to death.
"Take it out, bitch. Take it out and kiss it," the man said as he sat there watching her.
Susan knelt down between his spread legs. She caught the smell of his crotch and the filthy odor made her feel like she was going to throw up. She kept her stomach in check and reached toward the stained shorts. Her fingers separated the slit in the shorts and reached in. She gasped as her fingers touched the huge, stiffened piece of cock-meat.
"Come on, cunt, we haven't got all day!" Wrapping her fingers around the stiff cock, she pulled it out through the piss-slit of his shorts. Her eyes bulged at the length of it. It must have been all of nine inches long. And it was so thick! She had never seen a cock so long and so thick. She saw globs of dirt clinging to the ridge just behind the smooth cock-head.
"Kiss it, cunt, right on the piss-slit," the man said.
She looked at the round prick-tip and saw a glob of white pre-cum seep out of the end of it. She knew she had to do it or suffer more pain.
Puckering her lips, she touched them to the cock-slit, feeling the cock-juice run onto her lips. She kissed the cock-head all around its smooth, rubbery surface, barely able to keep herself from throwing up.
She heard the man groan; "Now lick it! Lick it all over, you little cunt!"
Her soft pink tongue began licking the cock knob, making circles all around it as though she were licking an ice-cream cone. As she edged around to the side of the cock-head, she felt the crusts of dirt scrape against her tongue, and as she wetted them, they came off, forcing her to withdraw her tongue and swallow the filth.
"That's it, baby, that's the way you do it. Lick it all the way down to my balls."
Her tongue came back out and lapped up and down the nine-inch cock-shaft. She could feel it throbbing in her hand.
"In your mouth now – suck it!" he groaned. Susan parted her lips and moved them over the swollen cock-head. Wider and wider her lips parted, until she thought the corners of her lips were going to tear, but finally her lips slipped over the head of the bulging prick and it filled her mouth. She worked the tip of her tongue up against the piss-slit and licked at it.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby! You really know how to suck cock! Where in hell did you learn to do that with that mouth of yours?"
Her mouth was too full to answer, but she thought of the times she and her boyfriend had sat in the front seat of his car and she had sucked him off. She thought about cum. This man would make her swallow his cum and she had never done that before. The thought made her stomach rumble and she almost gagged at the thought of swallowing a load of jism down her throat.
"Come on, whore, don't stop now!" the man gasped, and she went back to running her lips back and forth across the cock-head. "Get more of it in your mouth, slut!"
Susan moved her lips farther along the cock, until the cock-head bumped against her throat. She gagged, but felt the man's hands grab her ears and twist.
"Unnnnngh!" she gurgled as the pain tore at the sides of her head.
His fingers crushed her ears, holding her head as his nips began pumping forward and back, using her mouth like a cunt. His cock-head banged against her throat every time he thrust forward, then the cock-head would pull back to her lips before fucking back in.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Oooohh, yessss, baby, I'm cumming! I'm gonna load your guts with my cum! Yeaaaahh! Yeeeaaaahh! Oh God, I'm cummmmmming!"
He drove his cock all the way back to her throat entrance, and Susan felt it swell and throb heatedly in her mouth. Then she felt the first hot blast of liquid squirt into her throat. Her head jerked, but the man held her solidly as his cock pumped gob after gob deep into her throat, forcing her to swallow. She could feel the jism oozing down her throat and kept on swallowing as fast as she could as his cock throbbed and pumped the creamy fuck-juice into her body.
She thought he would never stop pumping cock-juice into her throat, then suddenly she felt the hurting pressure ease on her ears and the cock-head ease back, releasing the tension at the entrance to her throat. The cock-head moved back and the swelling dropped just before it popped out of her mouth.
The man leaned back. "Yeah, baby, that was one hell of a blow-job! Now lick me clean and we'll see how well you remember just what you are."
Susan grasped his wet cock and held it while she licked and washed at the strands of cum and spittle.
With his cock clean, the man leaned back and placed his foot against her chest. With a powerful shove, he sent her reeling.
"Oh!" she cried out as she landed with a thump on her back.
"Okay, cunt," the man said as he stood towering over her. "You do understand that you will do whatever you're told, don't you?"
A sick flutter ran through her stomach, but anger at what he had forced her to do welled up inside of her and she couldn't force herself to completely give in to him. "I did what you wanted… I sucked your filthy cock, now please, let me go! I can't do any more!"
The man laughed, then nudged his foot against her side. "Oh, but you will, baby, you will. Now stand up and take that bra and panties off. Let's get a real look at those big tits of yours and that little cunt."
Susan backed away from the man and stood up. "I can't do this. You can't make me. I won't strip naked."
The man's voice rose in anger. "Cunt, do what I tell you!"
"I can't, and I won't!" She backed toward the door.
The man watched her suddenly spin toward the door and grab the doorknob. He laughed as she struggled with the knob, but the door was locked and she turned around, her back pressed hard against it. Fear showed on her face as the man approached her.
Just before he reached her, she spun and tried to get out of his reach, but he was too quick for her and grabbed her arm, spinning her around.
"Aaaagggghhhhh!" she cried as her back slammed hard against the wall, knocking the wind from her body. "Oooooomph!"
Her head twisted to the side as his fist smashed against her cheek and she slowly slid down the wall, unconscious.
When she came around, she felt the pain in her arms and the ache in her jaw. Her feet were almost a foot off the floor and her arms were stretched high above her. She raised her head, looked up at her arms and saw the rope tied tightly around her wrists. A hook imbedded in the ceiling ran through the rope, holding her body suspended in the middle of the room.
She tried to move her jaw to take some of the pain out and realized that something was filling her mouth. A ball-gag had been shoved behind her teeth and a rope running through the center of it pressed harshly against the corners of her mouth. It had been pulled tightly behind her head and knotted to keep the gag deep in her mouth.
The man sat on the dirty mattress, watching Susan as she oriented herself to the position she was in. Slowly he stood, and Susan saw him move toward her aching body.
"Now, my sweet little cunt, you are going to learn to obey."
He held a long thin riding crop in his hand. Susan's eyes widened in horror. She struggled against the ropes binding her wrists tightly together, only to cause spasms of shooting pain to course down her arms and into the muscles of her back and shoulders.
The man stood at her side as his hand came up under her chin and he lifted her face. "You will be whipped until we get rid of this stupid behavior of yours. When you decide you are ready to obey orders given to you, all you have to do is nod your head and the pain will stop."
Susan jerked her head away from his fingers. She wanted to tell him to go to hell, but the ball gag allowed only a muffled sound to escape through her lips.
The man smiled and took a step back, raising the ugly-looking crop.
As the crop came swishing through the air, Susan's eyes widened. She stiffened her body against the pain she knew was about to bite into her flesh.
"Uuuuurrrrghhhhhh!" she groaned through the ball-gag as the crop landed with a loud smack across her tightened stomach muscles. Her body trembled as the sudden flashes of fiery pain erupted through her body.
The man withdrew the crop from her tummy and watched the red stripe appear across the beautiful flat and creamy skin. He pulled the riding crop back, and soon Susan heard it swishing through the air.
The crop landed only an inch above the bright red stripe on her tummy. Her body shook, trembled, spasm as the pain tore upward and spread through her body.
The crop moved back, her body stiffened, and then a continuing lashing of her belly continued. The crop landed again and again over her taut tummy, leaving its trail of red stripes, which soon began to crisscross one another, turning her tummy into a mass of welts, bruises, and deep red lines.