"This isn't going to work, Peter," the blonde woman said nervously. She licked her chapped lips and wondered if there was anything in the world that would work for her. "Let me just quit. That'd get him off my back."
"You mean get you off your back," said Peter grimly. "No, this has to be a battle. We have to fight – and we have to win. We can't let cocksuckers like Bryon get away with anything. If he wins this time, he'll pull the same shit on some other girl. That weathergirl position seems like it was made for this kind of abuse."
Caroline had to agree. Only the inexperienced would ever even think of taking a weathergirl's job with a television station. There was no real glamour involved, nothing but work – and the promise of the station manager's long, hard cock.
"You're right. I guess. But it scares me. I mean really scares me."
"I know," her boyfriend said, pulling her into the protecting circle of his arms. "But together we'll whip him. Wait and see."
"Going through with this seems so…"
"Just think of it like the FBI trapping those congressmen. If they hadn't been willing to do something illegal, they wouldn't've gotten caught, right? If Bryon hadn't been banging you like he had been, we wouldn't be planning this, would we?"
"No," she said in a weak voice.
"Be brave. Try to enjoy what you're going to do. And remember we're going to nail that slimy bastard's balls to the wall. Keep that in mind – just this one time."
"You're right, Peter. Just this one time." And Caroline actually felt better. She warmed inside and almost quivered with anticipation of feeling Dwight Bryon's prick inside her tight pussy once more.
For the last time, she hoped. For the very last time.
Caroline finished with her weather report, almost shuddering when she said: "And again tomorrow, it'll be hot and wet. Good weather for ducks." The blonde woman almost slipped and said "fucks" but managed to catch herself in time.
The cameraman signaled she was off the air and the sexy young girl heaved a deep sigh of relief. And then came Bryon like an avenging angel. She read the anger in his eyes and tried to run. She only got a couple steps before he caught her. He spun her around, his fingers gliding out to the collar of her blouse. He dipped down the neckline and grabbed. With a savage jerk, he sent the buttons skittering to all corners of the room. Her naked tits bobbed into view.
"Dwight! You can't do this! Not out in public like this!"
"I can and I will. You're fucking up and I'll do any damn thing with you I want! It's my right, dammit!"
"Please, Dwight, into the back room. Please," she said, motioning toward the unused studio at the end of the station. He nodded curtly and Caroline wanted to cry out for joy, but she knew how dangerous her position actually was right now. She didn't dare show any sign of triumph – until afterward.
His fingers locked like steel bands on her arms. She fought, but it did no good. He lifted her like a rag doll and carried her into the room. He dumped her unceremoniously on the dais. She felt the wooden stage protesting the sudden load. Before she could get her feet under her to roll away and escape, Dwight was beside her.
"I'm going to tie you up and show you what I want when we fuck. Maybe you'll get the idea so I don't ever have to fuck you like this again. You screwed up on the weather tonight just to get even with me. Well, baby, now it's my turn to get even with you!"
Caroline gasped when he pulled, loose the curtain sash on the drapes behind the stage and looped it around her left wrist. He knotted the cord at the edge of the stage. No matter how much she fought, he was heavier and stronger. He soon had both her hands bound above her head. Caroline looked up and saw movement in the dark shadows on the other side of the studio. Her heart leaped into her throat. She knew she was on camera again, but she didn't dare let on to Bryon.
By the time she thought about kicking, he was ready to fasten her legs to the other edge of the stage. He didn't bother to strip off her skirt. He went ahead and tied her ankles securely, leaving the blonde woman half naked. He looked down at her and lightly brushed his fingertips over one of her trembling nipples.
"You get off on this, don't you, you common slut? Well, I'll show you what a real man can do. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. And you're gonna love it."
Caroline fought against the ropes. The more she struggled the tighter the knots became. She felt the circulation cutting off in her hands and feet. Naked to the waist, she thought she was at least going to escape having him fuck her. If he tried to untie her legs to get her skirt off, she could kick him away.
But the girl didn't understand the extent of her problem.
Dwight came back with a large pair of scissors. He shoved the sharp-pointed instrument next to the girl's tender-fleshed leg. She cringed and tried to get away. She couldn't. The ropes held her too securely. He pressed the scissors into her skin and began cutting away her pantyhose. She gasped when he reached her thigh.
He was so close to her snatch!
"Please, Dwight, let's talk about it. We can…"
"We've talked. It's time I did something." He began cutting across her snatch. She felt the cold metal blade pressing into her cunt lips. He had caught her bikini briefs and sheared them away at the same time.
By the time he was all the way down her other leg, the blonde was totally naked. Never had she felt more helpless in her young life. She watched a man she thought she knew tower over her and menace her.
"Now, we fuck," he said.
She shivered with cold and fear. His hands caressed her belly, moved to the blonde tangle of her pussy mound. He grabbed a handful of the fleecy cornsilk pubic hair and jerked. She screamed as her hips lifted involuntarily off the hard stage on which he'd tied her.
"This is the way I want your hips to be when I'm ready to fuck your cunt. Do you understand?"
"Dwight, please, don't do this to me."
"Do you understand?" he demanded again. He pulled harder on the handful of tight pussy fur he held. She thought she would go put of her mind with pain. She had loved the nearness of his cock and, in spite of her misgivings, had thought any cock in her body was better than getting none.
But this was torture. Her boss was misusing her – abusing her!
"Yes, oh God, Dwight, stop! Don't do it to me! Not like this." She began to sob quietly. Tears ran down her cheeks. She wanted to reach out and wipe them away, but with her hands bound over her head, she couldn't.
She had to watch Dwight Bryon slowly undress. He peeled out of his shirt and showed his muscular chest, gleaming with the sweat of exertion from tying her up. As he shucked out of his pants, she was surprised to see his hard on. It quivered and jerked at attention in front of his crotch. She had been expecting to suck on it to make it hard. But his cock was already a fully functioning fuck stick.
He threw away the last of his clothes and jumped onto the stage beside her. Caroline groaned as the wood yielded under her. This caused her arms and legs to feel as if they would be pulled out of their sockets. She didn't know if she was more scared or more turned on.
The sight of her boss cock did things to her. She remembered how good it had been that first time in his office. She had desired the grey-haired man then. But now, he was demanding the same sexual slavery, that had turned her off totally. Caroline didn't know how to react.
So her body responded for her.
Thick juices began boiling in her tight pussy. She felt the sluggish fluid leaking around her puckered pussy lips and running down into the crack of her ass. As the love oils ran into her asshole, she remembered with growing lust how it had felt having Peter fucking her there. The thought of her boyfriend and what he was doing helped calm her fears and incite her passion. In spite of herself, the sexy young girl was getting more and more, turned on.
"Get that ass off the floor like I told you!" snapped Bryon.
"Please, Dwight, let me go. We can work this out."
"Do it!"
The frightened girl didn't have the chance to obey. Rough hands grabbed, a double handful of assflesh and lifted until she was straining at the limits of her bonds. She shrieked in agony. What was worse was the way his fingers dived down into the humid canyon between her buttocks. She couldn't help remembering the gentle touch Peter had used before he fucked her.
"That's more like it. Now what do you want up that slimy cunt of yours?" He lifted even harder until Caroline thought her arms would come unglued from her body.
"Your c-c-cock!" she stuttered. "Stuff it in and fuck my cunt!"
"Good, but not good enough. You're going to have to beg me for my cock after all you've said. It's not dull, is it, having me fuck you? Tell me, dammit, tell me!"
Caroline hardly knew what to do or say. Lightning bolts of blazing agony lanced into her shoulders. She thought her hips would break under the strain. As the man kneeled between her wide-spread legs, she experienced a completely and totally helpless feeling that wouldn't go away. It was even worse than when she went to her doctor to have her cunt examined. Feet in those metal stirrups made her feel exposed; this was infinitely worse.
"Please fuck me," she gasped out. She would do anything to make the pain go away. She was humiliated and debased. Anything that would get the man's rocks off so he would leave her alone was okay with her.
"Again. Tell me again and in more detail."
"I need you fucking my cunt. I need to feel your cock buried all the way up my tight pussy. I need it sooooo!"
She was shrieking with the misery of her situation. And when the man's cock slammed into the delicately scalloped inner cunt lips, she shrieked again. It was so unexpected that it sent a tremor of fear throughout her tender, young, bound body.
The head of his throbbingly alive cock parted her slippery cunt lips and sank into her body. She thrashed around but couldn't really move. His hands brutally pinched at her asscheeks and lifted her off the bed. His prick shot another inch into her convulsing cunt.
She gasped and tried to tell him to stop. The words wouldn't come. In spite of her predicament, Caroline found herself being more and more turned on. This was a different style of fucking. And she had promised Peter she would try to enjoy whatever Dwight did to her.
What did it matter if she didn't approve of being tied up while he was fucking her? She knew Peter's plan on getting even with Dwight Bryon. And her abuse this one last time was part of that plan.
Bryon's prick sank another couple inches into her virgin-tight cunt. She quit struggling and tried to enjoy the fucking. The ropes cut savagely into her wrists and ankles and made her feel cold all over. But the cock warmed her right up the center of her body.
The sexy young girl's loins blazed hot as Dwight slammed balls-deep into her cunt. She felt the tender walls of her tight pussy rushing to expand around that thick plug of cock. She gasped with delight when his hips began stirring the prick around inside her. She was able to enjoy every single twitch and pulsation that way.
"What do you want, bitch?" the man demanded. "Tell me what you want me to do. And it had better be the right thing!"
"Fuck meeeee!" she screamed.
And he did. His hips slammed forward, burying his prick even deeper in her cunt. She sobbed with the pain and pleasure as his body ground into hers. He had smashed so hard and fast into her cunt that her pussy lips had been folded inside. Her cunt walls collapsed mightily around the hidden cock as orgasm seized control of her body. She thrashed around, straining once more against the ropes binding her.
Something about being unable to move freely added fuel to the fires of her come. She thrashed harder, felt more restrained by the ropes and burned brighter with her climax.
"Fuck me, damn you, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee!" she bellowed.
The man gasped as her tight pussy crushed down on his prick. He pulled back against the intense pressure surrounding him. He thought a hand in a velvet glove had gripped at his prick. But the lewd squishing sound as he broke the incredible suction of her cunt told him different. He wasted no time ramming back in to the hilt. His balls slapped wetly against her upturned ass as he repeatedly fucked her.
Total delight seized Caroline. She let herself go. There wasn't anything else she could do. And the feel of that cock working so insistentiy against her tight pussy warmed her with more and more friction. The thick cock-head expanded as his powerful strokes lengthened.
Every single thrust into her agitated cunt lifted her butt off the stage now. He didn't have to grasp her asscheeks and pull at them as he had done earlier. She felt her own inner juices lubricating her crotch as his bush ground passionately into hers.
"More! Fuck me more!" she cried. All she heard was the pounding of her own pulse in her head and the man's deep grunts as he exerted himself even more.
She thought she would die if he stopped fucking. But he was too turned on by the situation to stop. She came hard. The orgasm was the sweetest she had had from Dwight. But the man hardly noticed as her cunt tightened around his cock. His balls had shrunk and the passion locked inside with the boiling hot jism spurred him on.
He fucked faster. His hands rested on either side of the bound girl's body. His prick vanished into the golden nest of her tight pussy and stroked hard along the juicy walls of her cunt. The heat from her guts boiled out and set fire to his fuse. The heat inched back along his cock until it reached the powder keg of his balls.
He exploded. His prick reamed her out and then it erupted. Hot jism fountained from the end of his cock. He shrieked in joy and arched his back to drive himself even farther into the bound woman's tight pussy.
Caroline almost came again. Almost. And it was that wracking need that made her strain so hard against the ropes that they cut into her flesh and caused blood to flow.
"More, you ignorant cock-sucker. Fuck me more!" she begged. "I need it, God, do I need more fucking. Your cock, gimme your fucking cock. Please, oh, please!"
Caroline relaxed onto the stage, sobbing. She turned her head to one side so she wouldn't have to see Dwight Bryon straighten. His prick limply slid from her cunt amid a flow of her own oils and his spent come.
"Now you can untie her," came Peter's confident voice from the shadows of the studio. "I've got every single instant of the rape on film. Videotape unit works pretty good. Haven't used one in a couple years, but that's something you never forget, I suppose."
Bryon spun around, his prick jiggling crazily in front of his groin. Caroline wanted to laugh at the sight, at the relief flooding through her. They'd won! Peter had filmed it all. Now Dwight Bryon had to do what they said or they'd turn this evidence over to the police. The man's career would be ruined and he'd be in jail for a long, long time.
"What? This – but," Bryon stammered.
"You know what we want, motherfucker," said Peter, his voice cold now. "Cut her loose, leave her alone, let her do her job as weathergirl. And if you even think about trying to fire her…" He let his voice taper off as he tapped the case holding the videotape. The message was clear.
Bryon turned and stalked off, without saying a word.
Peter unfastened the bonds on the blonde woman's wrists and helped her sit up and regain circulation.
"Oh, Peter, you were great."
"You weren't so bad yourself. Tell me, did you ever consider a career in X-rated movies? You looked great! You are great!"
She laughed, feeling better than she had since taking the job as weathergirl. Everything was looking up for her, and all because of Peter.
"If I want to switch into that career, I need practice. Let's go home and see if I can pass your audition."
"This one won't be on film," he jokingly cautioned.
"And I don't care!"
Caroline Saunders and Peter Caldwell left the studio, the videotape securely in their possession. And they celebrated all night long.