by Paul Blades
Somebody had left a bottle of shampoo in the shower and he used that to wash her hair. He massaged her scalp firmly. She must have liked it because her body seemed to relax when he did it. He rinsed her hair thoroughly. Now it was his turn.
He handed her the soap and told her to go to work. They traded places. She tentatively spread soap over his chest. Her hands were a little bony and she had long fingers. But they were very soft. She spread them over his chest and over his shoulders. She was trying not to look at him. He admonished her with a little slap on the back of her head and she then turned her eyes to what she was doing.
When she had finished up above, her hands went down to his belly and hips. She lathered the soap up and then spread it over his abdomen. He was watching her intently. He knew that she was not looking forward to the next part, but he was. She looked up at him furtively and then down at her hands. Then, without further hesitation, she began to soap his sex. “Do it good,” he told her. She looked back up again, frowned and then looked back down. Her hands manipulated his cock and balls, spreading soap over them. His cock grew as she was handling it. By the time she was done, it was rock hard. He told her to kneel down and do his thighs, legs and feet.
She slowly sank to her knees. His cock was a couple of inches from her face. She soaped up his thighs, massaging them good and then did his shins. He lifted his feet and she did them thoroughly, even between his toes as he lifted each foot in turn.
He turned around and told her to do his back. She rose from her knees and did from his shoulders to his waist. Then she did his ass. He reveled in the heat of her hands and the delicacy of her touch. Without his having to tell her, she got to her knees and did the back of his thighs and shins, all the way to his ankles.
Steam was rising up all around them. Carly was lost and confused. She couldn’t deny that it had felt good to have him wash her. It was like being a little girl all over again. His hands were so big and covered so much of her at a single time that it made her feel tiny. Doing his body was tortuous. She didn’t want to get excited, but he was a big, masculine man, more masculine than anyone she had ever met. His muscles felt good under her hands. They felt like they were made of steel. She felt guilty about the pleasure she experienced from washing his balls and cock. She knew that she should have been repulsed at having to handle the weapons that he had been using against her so efficiently, but there was something about having them in her hands that made them just a little less threatening.
When she knelt down to do his thighs, the cock, now hard and rampant, bobbed a few inches from her face. It would have been a simple thing to take it in her mouth. She was surprised that he didn’t order her to. A part of her was disappointed. Having his hot, thick tool in her mouth had been a watershed experience. She had hated it, still hated him for forcing her to do it, but there had been something so right about it that she was worrying about herself. She had heard of the Stockholm syndrome. They had studied it in school. She knew that helpless captives often became psychologically attached to their captors. How could you not feel drawn to so much power? And he seemed most powerful when he was in her mouth.
He had made her do it a long time. Her jaw had started to ache and her back too. It had been a difficult position with her knees jammed together between his thighs, leaning over, her bound hands unable to help her keep her balance. His hand in her hair had guided her up and down. All she had to do was keep her mouth a narrow, velvety passage for his cock and twirl her tongue around now and again. When he had made her suckle the end of his cock, she teased the opening with her tongue the way Randy had taught her to do.
“Randy, Randy, Randy,” she thought. “Where are you now and what are you doing? Have you figured out that I’ve been kidnapped? Are you desperately hoping that the police will find me and save me? Do you have any inkling of what the man is doing to me?”
The man told her to do his back. She stood again and began washing it. When she got to his ass, she hesitated for one moment and then covered it with soap. Like had had done to her, he washed inside the long crack and timidly washed the little opening. His buttocks were so hard. His thighs were so powerful. No wonder he could fuck her for what seemed like hours and hours without breaking for a rest. She had received the powerful thrusts that his buttocks were capable of producing. She would do so, she was sure, again. Maybe she should just let it happen. She couldn’t stop him anyway. If she were more cooperative, maybe he would be nicer to her. Let her eat at the table maybe. Let her be untied for a while.
She got on her knees to do the backs of his legs. When she was done, he turned around. He got on his knees so she could wash his hair. She massaged his scalp, their faces just inches away. She could feel his breath on her. Her breasts touched his chest. She had to take a deep breath.
Then, his arm circled about her waist. He pulled her to him. Their lips met and they kissed. She melted in his arms. She placed her hands on his hips. His cock was pressing against her belly. She slipped her hand over it. A rush of pleasure went through her. It was so hard and strong. The water falling about them made it slick and she slipped her hand up and down it several times. “Oh, god, what am I doing?” she thought as his tongue inflamed her. “What am I doing?”
Jack reveled in the hand on his cock. She had such a tender touch. Nobody had touched him in that way there for a long, long time. He pressed her body tightly to him. Something had come over him. He needed this touch of flesh. Their thighs and bellies were matched, her breasts pressed against his chest. Her hand was tantalizing him.
“Enough!” he thought suddenly. He pushed her away, broke their kiss and rose to his feet. His cock was just above her mouth. She didn’t need to be told. In a moment, she had engulfed it, her hands on his thighs. He moaned. Her mouth and tongue were bringing him waves of pleasure. He felt her cup his balls with her hand and, with the other one, take hold of the base of his cock, holding it still, giving it slow, soft tugs. His knees felt weak and he placed his hand on her head, not for control, but for balance.
She went on and on. The hot water drummed down on their bodies. He could hear her moans. His blood was rising. Suddenly, he pushed her away. An impulse has seized him.
He turned off the water and brought her to her feet. He stepped out of the shower first, pulling her after him. He dried himself and then her with the coarse towels that old man had provided. He took time to make sure that her hair was dry and then, using the brush he found in her handbag, brushed it until it was straight. Then he took hold of her wrist and led her back into the bedroom. “Get on the bed,” he told her. “On your knees.”
“He’s going to fuck me,” Carly thought as she climbed on the bed. The thought did not carry the terror that it did only a few hours ago. She wanted him to fuck her. Needed him to fuck her.
She spread her legs and bent over, her face and hands on the mattress. She realized that her view of what her happened to her had changed. Then, she wanted to escape. Now all she wanted was to stay in this little cottage forever. To fuck and fuck and fuck. He could do whatever he wanted to her. She would suffer all of his indignities. She would eat from the floor, suck his feet, spread her legs for him, open her mouth, do whatever he wanted. All she asked in return was to be driven again and again to that exquisite apotheosis of bliss, to never have to think, to just experience, to have her body shaking and writhing with pleasure. To feel her pussy filled and celebrating with mad joy as he plowed her, fucked her, used her, drove her wild with passion.
She heard him behind her moving around and then he was on the bed. He placed his hands on her back and caressed her trilling skin. She felt so clean and renewed. She had been reborn for him, his plaything, his slave, his idolater. He moved his hand between her legs and caressed her smooth pudenda. She almost fainted with lust. He stroked her, placed his finger along the sweet divide and entered her with it. She was wet and ready for him. A moment later and his cock begged entrance. It probed her opening and then slid in to its length. Sh
e groaned.
Jack sighed as he felt himself enveloped with her heat. His hands on her buttocks, he sawed himself back and forth, back and forth, waves of pleasure flowing through him. She was moaning beneath him. He was so hot, he felt his need coming upon him right away. “No,” he thought. “Wait. Wait.”
Carly felt him slide slowly from her pouch. She resisted the urge to call to him. “Please! Please!” she thought. “I need it! I want it!”
There was a pause. He pushed down on her hips. He spread her ass cheeks wide. “What is he doing?” she thought, confused.
Jack had retrieved the lubricating gel from the girl’s handbag before getting on the bed. When he had pulled out, he had covered his long, thick crank with it. He pushed her down to make her nether hole available, spread her cheeks, paused, and then slowly eased himself forward.
Carly felt the thick presence at her rear passage. Before she knew it, the head of the man’s cock had breached the entrance. “No! Don’t do that! Don’t do that!” she screamed inwardly. She felt it go forwards more and her little ring began to stretch. It hurt. “Please! Don’t do that!” she called out, forgetting her place, forgetting his ironclad rule of silence. She hated the idea of being fucked there. One of her boyfriends had tried to do it to her one night when she was drunk and she had turned around, slapped him and kicked him out of her apartment. She had vowed never to do that with anybody. And now he was doing it to her. Why? Why? “Please stop! Pleeeeeeeeease!” she called out again.
He heard her entreaty and it enraged him. He reared back his hand and gave her a mighty swap on her rear. “Shut the fuck up!” he yelled. He slapped her again and again. “Shut the fuck up!” he yelled again. He reached around her hips with both of his hands and grabbed her nipples. He twisted them fiercely. “Shut…the…fuck…up!” he yelled.
Carly whined and cried and twisted her body to try and get the vice like grips off of her teats. “Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!” she called out. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!”
He released her and then leaned back again. Her whole body was trembling. She felt him move forward. She felt her tissues tear and she screamed with the pain. “Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried out.
He continued until he was sunk fully within her. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh! That’s so nice,” he thought deliriously. Her ring was nice and tight around his prick. Her murky depths were heating it. He began to saw back and forth, his hands tight on her hips. The pleasure washed over him. The cabin started to spin. “Yes! Yes!” his mind called out.
The girl was sobbing and moaning. Her cries merely served to accentuate his pleasure. He went on and on. He felt his crisis coming and he concentrated madly at keeping it off. He slowed himself until the wave subsided and then he began again. When his need again became acute, he slowed once more until it passed. Then he started again, slow, hard strokes that made the girl’s body jerk back and forth.
Then he could ignore his need no longer. He began pistoning back and forth madly. The girl’s cries gained tempo and volume. Then he came, splashing his juices into her bowel. His cock throbbed and jerked and his eyes rolled back. When he had cleaned her little aperture in the shower, he had been reminded that he had not penetrated it yet. He had spent years butt fucking, but hearing the feminine pleas and cries was much different than the low pitched whines and cries of complaint he experienced when he used one of the bum boys for the first time. It was so much more exquisite. So much more satisfying. She had almost got him there in the shower when they kissed. She had almost gotten her hooks into him. How better to remind her of her low, denigrated existence than to use her like this. She was a mere warm encasement around some rather pleasurable holes and it was better that she not ever forget it.
His orgasm reached its peak. He grunted and roared his pleasure. And then it faded. His motions slowed. His body felt the familiar enervation of post coital bliss. His grips on her hips softened. He leaned over her torso and came to a halt. “Oh, that was great!” he thought.
Carly cried and cried. What he had just done reminded her who he was and what he was going to do to her. She recalled bitterly her momentary sense of enthrallment by him, wanting him, needing him. He was a devil! He was evil! She had to get away! She had to! He was going to kill her!
He leaned back and his cock slipped from her. She let her hips fall and she scrunched herself into as small an object as she could make of herself. She sensed him getting up from the bed. He went to the bathroom. The sink began to run and she realized that he was cleaning himself off. He had forgotten to tie her. There was nothing between her and the door. It was her chance!
She sprung up from the bed and turned to the door. She stumbled and fell to the floor. She was up in an instant and had her hand on the brass chain that secured it. It wouldn’t move! It was stuck! “Please! Please!” she yelled inside desperately. Then it moved. She slid the bolt down and it came free. She grabbed the handle of the door and turned it. The door began to swing open.
Jack had heard her fall to the floor. For an almost fatal second he wondered what it was. He looked into the bedroom and saw female flesh on its feet and scrambling at the door. His reaction was instantaneous. He leaped over the bed. The door was just opening. She was almost out. He reached out and took hold of a skein of hair at the back of her head and pulled her back. At the same time, with his other hand, he pushed the door closed.
Carly felt his hand in her hair. “No! No!” she screamed. Then her head jerked back and she was tossed upon the bed. She scrambled to get up, but he was atop her. She kicked and screamed and pummeled him, but it was like wrestling with a mountain. He quickly had her down on her back, his hand over her mouth, his knee in her chest. His face was erupting with rage.
“You cunt!” he yelled. He removed his hand from her mouth and gave her a mighty slap. It rocked her jaw. She tried to scream again, but the powerful, open paw came back again and drove itself into her face. “Oh, god! Oh, god!” she screamed in her mind. “He’s going to kill me!”
He grabbed the hair on the back of her head and dragged her across the bed where he found the ball he had been using to silence her. She tried to stop him from putting it in, but he grabbed a teat and twisted and turned it until she screamed with pain. The ball went past her teeth and sunk home.
Then she knew that she was defeated. Her body went limp and she began to sob.
He brought her to her knees and bent her over, surrounding her with his body. “You stupid cunt!” he yelled. “This is what happens to stupid cunts like you! This is what happens!” He reared back his hand and gave her a fierce swat across her rear. The he gave her another. And another. And another. Something had snapped in him and he was unleashing his fury on her. He struck her again and again. Carly sobbed and cried and her arms flailed uselessly. The blows made her body shift and rock. It felt like a hundred hornets were stinging her there. He just kept going on and on and on. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she tried to say between her sobs. “Please stop! Please!”
After the twentieth blow, Jack started to get a handle on himself. Her ass was rosy red. His hand was stinging. He had almost blown it. He was thinking with his cock instead of with his brain. The cunt had put some kind of a spell on him. She had to be punished.
He dragged her to the middle of the bed. She did not resist him. He secured her right arm to the headboard so that it was extended and then did the other arm on the other side. She was lying on the bed, her arms full out. He took another rope and tied her ankles together side to side instead of crossed and then affixed them to the footboard. He stood up. His blood was raging. He had almost blown the whole thing. He could just picture her running out naked into the parking lot screaming, “Help me! Help me!” He would have had to jump in the car and drive away. It would probably have taken the cops a few minutes to get here. They would have chased him down and it would have been all over. He would have been shot down naked like a dog. Something had to be done.
He scooped up his now dry skivvies and put t
hem on. He found his pants and the sweatshirt he had lifted yesterday. He put on his socks and boots. From his bulky, beige jacket, he retrieved the Swiss Army knife that he had found in the girl’s glove compartment. He put it in his pocket, went to the door and went outside.
Carly watched him go. “Oh, god, what have I done? What have I done?” she worried frantically. She didn’t know where he was going, but she knew that it couldn’t be good. She tugged and yanked at her bindings, desperate to get free before he came back. Less than a minute from when he went outside, he strode back through the door. He closed it and put the bolt back on. He turned to her, fire in his eyes.
He had in his hand a long switch. He had cut it from a branch outside. “Oh no!” she thought miserably. “He’s going to whip me!”
Jack watched the girl’s face scrunch up in woeful dismay. She knew what was coming. Well, she had earned it. He had made a lot of threats to her, but he hadn’t carried any of them out. This time it was no threat. He was going to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.
A sickness flowed through Carly’s body. She looked at the evil instrument in the man’s hand and cowered. “Oh, please don’t do it,” she whined in her mind. And then aloud, through the offensive and silencing ball in her mouth, “…eeese on’t oo iit! …eeeeease!”
The switch made a blur as it traveled from its position at rest, over the man’s shoulder and across her thighs. A line of fire broke out where it kissed her. She arched her back and screamed. She yanked desperately at her bindings, but she wasn’t going anywhere. He waited a few seconds and the switch began to travel once more. It landed across her belly. It felt like rough, broken glass had been dragged across it. She screamed again and her body jerked up and down. She saw the deranged look in the man’s eyes and knew where the next one was coming. “Please, no!” she begged the cosmos. Her entreaty didn’t stop it. It landed across her breasts. She howled and howled. Her face was awash with tears. He brought it down again on her breasts. Her whole body cringed and she howled again. She knew that if he kept this up, she would go out of her mind. “Make it go away! Make it go away!” she prayed desperately. “Make it all go away!”