For a long lime Sandy simply lay in the dust with Paul glaring down at her. Then she rolled onto one side and said, "Me you going to keep me tied up like this, you beast?"
Puffing hard at her bound hands convinced her that she couldn't possibly escape from the belt. The broad leather band cut into the flesh of her wrists in such a way that she couldn't work it loose. She would have to have Paul free her. And from the look on his face, he wasn't about to do a thing like that.
"I'll do any damned thing I please," he said in a cold voice. "I don't think I enjoyed butt-fucking you all that much."
"Sorry about that," she said, sarcastic as hell. "I didn't really have much of a chance to help you out now did I? If you'd approached me like you should, nice and polite, maybe it would have been different."
"No it wouldn't. You would have turned off on me at the first chance. I'll tell you exactly how you would have reacted. As soon as it looked like you were getting the hots for me, you'd have said no. You're a Goddamned cock-teaser and the only way to deal with the likes of you is to take what I want."
She managed to sit up. Her spanked ass hurt as it ground into the rough ground under her. She felt the dust lightly coat her still gooey cunt and it itched. The itchy feeling all over her cunt-lips was approaching the unbearable, but she had an idea to alleviate that. If it worked, she would be free of Paul.
"I… I feel a little faint. My circulation's not too good, even at the best of times and I… ohhhh!" And she weakly collapsed to her side, her tits heaving up and down in what she hoped was a sign of distress.
"Just what I need, a woman who faints," muttered Paul. He knelt down beside her and felt her pulse. Sandy didn't have to try and make her heart race. It came naturally. He finally reached behind her and undid the belt from around her wrists. Then he began massaging her wrists briskly to get the circulation back.
"I hope to hell this brings her round."
Sandy hit in the gut with a tightly-clenched fist.
The air left his lungs, more from the surprise pf the blow than from its strength. He fell down, his legs spread in front of him. The woman leaped to her feet and raced off along the shore of the lake. He shook the cobwebs from his dazed brain and ran after her. The blood pounded fiercely in his temples as he ran.
This was living!
He could see her naked ass gleaming ahead of him. Her lithe, trim legs flashed beautifully as she ran. His hard prick hurt him as it bounced around in front of his groin but it was worth the pain he felt. Soon he would sink his prick all the way up into her gooey cunt.
The exercise, the chase, the struggle made it exciting when he was within an arm's reach of the fleeing woman, he executed a perfect flying tackle. Tumbling to the ground together, they rolled into the lake.
The shock of the cold water made Paul lose his erection, but it was worth it. The chilly water made the woman's nipples spring firmly erect. Even through the thick material of the sweatshirt she wore, he could see her nipples responding to the cold.
"Got you now, you dumb cunt," he snarled. His arms locked around her trim body as he pulled her soggy sweatshirt off her body.
Her tits gleamed like pearls in the sunlight. The water gave them a sheen, a wet look that made his prick slowly stir again. The cold water almost kept his prick down, but the sight of the naked, struggling woman locked in his arms gave him the will to get it up again. In a few seconds, his boner had returned, even stiffer than before.
"I'm going to fuck you cross-eyed," he promised. "You shouldn't have tried to run away like that."
She fought silently. But her strength was sapped by the icy water. When she felt him floating upwards, between her legs, she tried kicking again. This only played into his hands. The woman found herself in such a position that his prick was only inches away from the puffy flaps of her cunt-lips.
"That's the ticket," he said. "Make it easy for me. I love it when you really fight." He floated upwards a bit before and felt his prick lightly caress her outer cunt-lips. They both gasped. He hadn't realized how hot and ready to fuck he was. His balls had collapsed into a bag under his prick, and the way those balls tumbled and churned told him the lead-heavy load of his jizz would soon spurt out if he didn't get to fucking.
The woman wondered at her own responses. She felt her cunt churning again. Her needs down deep inside had returned even more potent than before. She hated herself for responding to him in this fashion, but she couldn't hold her emotions in check. The nearness of his hard cock, the icy water, the chase itself had all taken their toll on her self-control.
"Please, what are you going to do to me?" She didn't want to sound as if she were begging him, but the icy water sucked the heat from her body and made her teeth chatter.
"I'm going to fuck you, as I said before." He moved his hands around her body and cupped her tits. The grip he used made it impossible for her to pull away. As long as she stayed in the water, the sensations entering her chest were pleasant, even stimulating. And she needed all the stimulation she could get to keep from freezing to death.
He stroked her tits and pressed his thumbs into the hard nubbins of her nipples. She closed her eyes and let the water support her full weight. She floated, weightless. The feelings coursing through her body were sheer heaven, a delight, more potent than anything she had ever dreamed possible of experiencing with a man.
He wound his thumbs hard into her nipples. He pressed them deep into her soft tits. She felt fire down deep into her chest and lungs. Nothing had ever aroused her so much before.
"Ummmm," she sighed. "So nice, the way you fondle my tits. I… I love it! Do it some more!"
She felt dreamy and cut off from reality. When she settled down in the water a little more and felt the insistent prodding of his prick against her cunt lips, she realized that he was getting ready to fuck her. This was the man who had tied her up, who had spanked her, who had actually raped her up the ass. This was a blackmailing son of a bitch who intended to rape her all weekend long!
She fought.
"Dumb slut," he said, sputtering as water got into his mouth. But he was more agile in the water than she was and managed to drive his prick up and into her pussy. She felt her legs open a little wider. This was the automatic response of a woman waiting to be fucked. She couldn't help herself.
But she could tell him what she thought. "You scumbag! You filthy raping son of a bitch! Stop it! I… ohhhhh, shit, it's in meeeeee!"
He allowed the waves of the lake to rock him around. This caused his prick to gently enter and leave her cunt. The smoothness of the fucking had betrayed her. She wanted to stop him, but her body told her to forget that and simply enjoy the feel of a huge prick sliding to and fro in her aroused, eager cunt.
"Sure, baby, it's in you. I'm buried balls deep in you. Never fucked in a lake before, have you? All you prick-teasing types think of is getting a guy hot and then leaving before the fun really starts. Well, not this time, Sandy, not this time. I'm going to show you what real fun is like, what it means to have a real man's cock fucking you!"
His hands left her tits and slid down the sides of her body until he could grab a double handful of ass-flesh. Using this convenient hand hold, he began rocking her body faster and faster in the water. She responded immediately. He felt her cunt clamp down hard around his prick.
She closed her eyes again as his hands kneaded her doughy ass-cheeks. The attention felt better and better to her. The icy water had soothed her well-spanked butt. Now his hands built up fires of lust in her body again. The woman couldn't have been more confused. She hated the man for what he did to her and yet she couldn't deny the feelings mounting in her cunt.
She wanted him to really fuck her. And to do so would be to humiliate her. He was using her. All those years on her own and she'd been the one who'd used men. Not the other way around, not until now. Sandy hated herself for loving it so much. She felt as if she were betraying herself, her ideals, her very body to this animal of a man.
But the warmth of his cock sliding back and forth in her greased cunt was too much for her. She sighed and resigned herself to getting fucked while still in the water. She sensed the man's determination to possess her no matter what and remembered the old saying: "If rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it."
She enjoyed it.
Her legs drifted with the current just below the surface of the icy lake until she was spread wide around the man's body. Then she tensed and locked her legs firmly around his waist. This pulled his cock even deeper into her cunt.
"You like it, don't you?" he laughed. "I thought you would once it came down to the actual fucking."
He began long, hard strokes, that threatened to tear her apart. She felt the friction mount inside her pussy. She didn't understand it. She was hot and ready for his prick. The way her cunt felt, she knew it had to be frothing and gushing with love-oils. Yet his cock tote and ripped at her as if he were dry-humping.
"Stop, please," she begged, finally deciding what the trouble was. "The water! It's washing off all my love-juices. You're rubbing me raw! My poor pussy!"
"To hell with it. Just another one of your frigging tricks to make me stop. Get me hot and ready to fuck, let me get started and then think up a cock-and-bull story about no maiden-juice. Bullshit!"
He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her strongly toward him. She twisted and fought to escape his fucking cock. It speared directly between her cunt-lips and drove mercilessly all the way up into her belly. She could even feel his balls whapping lightly against her ass. The woman finally decided on the proper tactic.
She almost drowned the man by flipping over in the water. He had two options: he could follow her motion and end up underwater or he could have his prick broken off in her tightly clinging cunt. He ended up sputtering for air, having gone under the tossing surface of the lake.
Sandy used this chance to get her feet under her, find the slimy bottom of the lake and push for shore. She had one slight advantage. She was naked and had no water-soaked clothing to hold her back. Paul was drenched and his clothes weighed ten pounds more than when dry.
The black-haired woman raced bare-ass naked for the woods again. She hoped to reach the cabin, get her clothes and then get the hell away from this place. For a brief instant, she wouldn't have minded fucking Paul. Then he had to go and spoil it all. If only the water hadn't washed away her fuck-fluids just when she needed them the most. There was no way in hell of ever telling the man she hadn't been lying to him.
He had her pegged as a prick-teaser. She shivered as she felt the nippy breeze pull the tiny droplets of water from her naked flesh and her flowing hair. By the time she reached the clearing around the cabin, she was nearly frozen.
"So you finally got back, huh?" came the voice beside her. She spurt and found Paul there, his clothing dripping onto the ground and forming tiny mud puddles at his feet. Again, he had taken the short cut and beaten her to the target.
"Look, Paul, it's not like you think," she started, backing away from him. When a tree trunk firmly pressed into her back, her eyes darted from side to side looking for another way to escape. There wasn't one.
His arms pinned her to the rough bark and he peered down into her eyes as he said, "I'm tired of fucking around with you. I corn-holed you and didn't get off. Then you ran and we were just getting down to some real classy fucking in the lake and you ran off again. I didn't get off then, either. Now it's going to be different. I'm going to fuck you till you beg me to stop. Then I'll fuck you some more till you beg me not to stop. Then I'll Goddamn leave you!"
She cringed under the fury of the man's words. He was really worked up. And she saw the reason for his fury. Every time he bellowed a little louder at her, his prick jerked a bit higher. His anger fueled his desires. Every word he uttered made him just a bit hornier.
She groaned as hic cock hammered into her tight cunt. She didn't want him fucking her, not out in the cold like this.
"Please, Paul, in the cabin. We can do it there."
"It? We can do it there?" he roared. "And what do you think it is? I'll tell you. It's a game to you. A Goddamned cock-teasing game. Sure, we go inside and then it's something else. No, baby, I'm fucking you right here and now!"
She kept her legs pressed as close together as she could get them. It didn't do any good. She felt the warm, thick head of his prick separate her thighs and drive in under the bottom of her fluffy bush. Her cunt-lips were a little numb from the cold, but the nearness of his cock pumped new, hot blood through them.
She warmed up a little and spread her legs slightly. It was all the opening the man needed. He drove his prick home all the way up into her dry cunt. She fought him off as the pain of his forceful entry made her teeth clack shut.
"You're hurting me!"
"And I'm going to hurt you a damned sight more!" He clutched her wrists and she felt his belt circling her hands again. In less than a minute, no matter how she tried to prevent it, he had her strung up to the tree limb. She hung there like a side of beef. Her feet were flat on the ground and for that she was thankful. If he had tried to hang her up so that she stood on tiptoe, it would have brought more pain than she could have endured.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. She couldn't control her voice much longer. She started to cry softly as she felt his prick rubbing sensuously over the fleecy mound of her pussy. He dragged his cock downward, across her clit, along her cunt lips and then all the way up into her pussy.
This time she felt the sluggish flow of her inner juices. She still had to bite back a cry. The pain racing along her nerves threatened to make her pass out. She took every singe inch of the man's prick up into her dry cunt for the first thrust. The second was a little better. The third was paradise in comparison.
She could ignore the racking pain throughout her shoulders and back from being strung up like she was. The belt cut into the tender flesh of her wrists until she wanted to scream but the pleasure being generated in her cunt offset that.
"Ummm, why are you doing this?" she repeated. "It… it's so good and it hurts so much!" She was so confused. Her cunt burned with the joy of a good fucking. Her muscles screamed in agony.
Pleasure and pain merged to form one giant mixture that filled her entire body. Never had she been mistreated like this and loved it so much!
The man fucked her as she'd never been fucked before. She realized he had lifted one of her legs up and off the ground so that it curled around his waist. She hadn't even noticed until that very moment. She was lost in the wonderland of sex.
"Shit, so tight. Even standing up you're tighter than any cunt I ever fucked into before. How do you do it?"
She gave his buried prick a little squeeze with her cunt-walls. He gasped. She could feel the immediate reaction as his prick began to move around inside her cunt. The woman continued to squeeze until she felt as if he would rip her apart as his cock left her boiling cunt.
His cock slipped free and stood poised just parting her cunt-lips. For a long moment, the man panted and regained some of his control. He had almost blown his wad when her pussy-walls came clamping down on him. But he was ready for another round.
This time he fucked her fast enough so that she couldn't hope to hang onto his cock. He reamed out her pussy with so much force it started her swinging backwards against the belt that held her wrists to the tree limb. She felt as if she had been put on some medieval torturer's rack and was being pulled apart bit by slow bit.
Every time he slammed hard into her cunt, she felt her shoulder muscles protest just a little bit more. She moaned piteously, like a helpless, trapped animal, but he mistook her cries for passion. He fucked her even harder. Just as she was about to pass out, she heard him grunt and mutter, "Gotta come. Gotta. Can't hold it back. Burning all the way up my prick. Shit, it's so hot!"
She felt his prick grow in size. It expanded as more blood pounded into the already distended length. His cock pressed into her cunt-walls and threatened to rip her apart again. She knew that it wouldn't be more than a couple seconds before he blew apart inside her.
She was right.
The liquid surge of his come burned all along her cunt-walls. He drove his prick in and out with all the passion and frustration locked up in his strong body. He didn't stop fucking her until his cock was limp.
"God, that was good. And it's going to be even better," he said looking at the bound woman hanging from the tree, limb.
"Cut me down. Please," she moaned. "I can't take much more of this."
"Oh?" He simply stood staring at her naked form.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she cried in horror. Whatever evil he was going to do to her wasn't going to be the least bit pleasant. She could tell.
"I think I'm going to leave you out here all night long. Yeah, that's exactly what I'm going to do."
He made a big production of stuffing his prick back into his dripping, wet pants and then running the zipper slowly up the squeaking track. He patted his bulge at the crotch and smiled at her again. "Are you going to miss me?"
"You animal! You can't leave me out here naked! Not all night! I'll freeze!"
"Who cares?" he said lightly. "I figure you for a frigid chick at best. You might find you even like being out bare-ass naked in the woods all night long. Maybe some animal will come along and sniff and lick that cunt of yours. Would you like a wolf to do that? Or maybe you go for something bigger. Like a bear."
"A bear?" she asked, frightened. She hadn't even thought of such dangerous animals being around her.
"Sure, the woods are full of them. But then, what do you care? You're a cunning bitch. You might be able to talk the bear out of doing anything to you. Might have to fuck the animal, but you're probably used to that."
"You low-life! You cocksucking, shit-eating, son of a bitch!" she screamed. "I'll see you bum in hell!"
"Nice and warm there. Not here. Getting chilly, in fact," he said. "God, but I wouldn't want to be out here all night long."
She got the man's message. She lowered her shrill voice and asked, "What do I have to do to get inside the cabin? I'll do anything."
"Do? Nothing," he said, turning and leaving her strung up on the tree limb. An icy blast caused goose-bumps to mar her perfect skin. It was going to be a long, cold night.