"You rotten bastard! You motherfucker!" Emily gasped. "If you don't turn me loose at once, I'll…"
"You'll what?" the man said, looking down at her where she lay. Her face flushed. What could she do, for God's sake?
"Please," she whispered, changing her tone and her tune to fit the circumstances, "please, at least take these – these…"
She couldn't bring herself to say the word handcuffs.
How long ago had it been? It might have been an hour, it might have been a week. Her mind was still groggy from whatever drug had been injected into her hip. She had no idea where she was, except that she wasn't at home.
She lay on a strange bed, in a room she had never seen before. There were no windows, and she could not tell whether it was day or night.
The man was a stranger. She looked up at his mocking face, tried to place, him in her memory, but it was a blank. She knew she had never seen him before. But he had seen her. He was seeing all of her.
She lay totally naked, atop a strange bed, not even a sheet to cover her body. The bed was old fashioned, made of brass, with high posts at each corner. Her wrists were locked in handcuffs, whose other ends were locked around the upper bedposts. Around her ankles were tied the ends of silk scarves whose other ends were tied to the lower bedposts.
She strained in her bondage, horribly conscious that not only was she naked, but that the man could not help but see all of her pussy.
She stretched again and tried to pull her thighs together, but it was no use. The strain from the ankle bindings was too painful to bear for very long, and her body slumped back into the position her captor had chosen. She looked up at him, knowing for the first time in her life what it meant to be helpless, vulnerable.
"For God's sake!" she whispered desperately. "I'll give you money – my husband will give you money – don't hurt me – take me home and I'll give you all the money you want!"
"Maybe I don't want your money," the man said. "Maybe it isn't your fucking money I want at all, Emily."
She looked at him. He was a big man, broad shouldered, with a craggy face. His nose had been broken, a long time ago, and it had healed with a slightly crooked twist. His hair was dark, tightly curled, and his expression was smug and superior.
She'd know him instantly in a lineup. Emily held her breath, memorizing every line of his face. When it came time to identify her abductor, she wouldn't flinch. She'd see him all the way to the electric chair.
He came around the bed, stopping alongside her. She looked away in dread as he sat down on the edge, his jeans-covered hip only inches from her naked flank.
"Please, at least cover me," she said, scarlet with shame.
"No, I'm not going to do that," the man said. "I like the way you look when you're naked, Emily. You have a beautiful body. The only thing nicer than looking at it is touching it. I touched you a lot while you were unconscious. I put my hands here…"
He laid his palm on her heaving tummy. The heat of his hand was like fire against Emily's skin.
"And I put my hands here, too," he said, smiling an evil smile as he took hold of her tits.
Emily screamed when his hands closed around her tits. She looked down at her nipples, hard and cherry-red from terror. He squeezed hard on her tits. The nipples seemed to push upward in scarlet points, showing above the clutch of his big hands.
"Guess where else I touched you?" he said, releasing her tits. "And there wasn't a fucking thing you could do about it, any more than there's a fucking thing you can do about it right now, Emily. Uh huh, baby, I had my hands all over your sweet furry pussy!"
And he grabbed her between the legs, seizing her cunt in a grip that felt, like iron bars. His fingers dug into the soft, tender flesh, and screamed again, knowing even as the cry forth that it would not bring her any help.
"God, what a cunt!" the man said, stroking it, massaging it in the fierce possessive clutch of his hand.
His fingers teased along the fear-sensitized crack of Emily's cunt. It was still a little tender from the session of masturbation she'd enjoyed in the tub. He parted her lips and his finger eased inside.
She bit her lip. She could still feel the gentler, sweeter penetration of her own finger. It could not have been very long since the attack in her bedroom.
"Oh, Jesus!" she said, wincing as his finger stiffened and thrust deeply into her pussy. She rocked in her bondage, and her ass lifted upward, almost as if it was pushing itself toward the finger that invaded her tender cunt.
But that wasn't it at all. She pulled back, but the mattress beneath her was a solid barrier and his hand moved too, that long stiff finger poking deeper and deeper into the tight dry well of her pussy.
"How long since you've been fucked, Emily?" the man asked. "Have you ever been fucked, I wonder? You're tighter than some virgins I've had my fingers inside. Mmmm, baby, I think I'm gonna enjoy having you as a guest!"
"Goddamn you!" she groaned. "Oh, God-fucking-damn you!"
His finger began to work in and out of her pussy. He stabbed her hard, penetrating her tight reluctant cunt without the slightest bit of subtlety. She moaned and squirmed and writhed, anything to escape the relentless attack, but the handcuffs and the scarves, that bound her hands and feet made motion almost impossible. She could not move far enough to escape him.
He took a tit, in his other hand, squeezing, mauling the flesh. He twisted her tit cruelly, his fingers hot and moist as they pawed her.
"Goddamn you!" Emily whined. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I fucking can." He smiled crookedly. "I love the plush feel of your tits. Too bad they're not bigger, but they're big enough. Anything more than a mouthful is just luxury, as they always say. Let's see if your tits are more than a mouthful for me. I have a big mouth, and I can put a lot of tit into it, Emily."
He leaned down and began to work his tongue back and forth over the stiff, straining, cherry peak of her nipple. She bit her lip to keep from screaming.
His tongue felt rough as sandpaper. He licked her nipple, licked circles around the red rim of her areola. The touch of him was like a file sawing at her titflesh.
His finger moved faster and deeper in her pussy. She could feel her cunt beginning to lubricate itself. It had to get a little wet, or else he'd scrape her raw, the way his finger was moving in and out. She continued to jerk reflexively each time he plunged inside her, pussy relaxing slightly as he came out, and then once more that driving thrust.
He fed her nipple into his mouth and sucked at it. She felt her nipple lengthening as his lips tugged and pulled.
"Oh, Jesus, nooooo!" she moaned.
And suddenly he stopped. His mouth left her tits, his finger exited from her pussy. He brought his fucking hand to his face, sniffed at the middle finger that he had taken out of Emily's cunt.
"You were getting wet," he said smugly. "I could feel the juices oozing out of your pussy walls onto my finger. I'm all wet from being inside your cunt, Emily. Here – smell it. Pussy juice, baby. Your pussy juice."
He put his finger under her nose. She couldn't turn her head far enough to avoid it. She knew the funky aroma that coated his finger.
"Taste it, honey," he said, rubbing his moist finger on her lips.
She tightened her mouth, head shaking.
"I said taste it, bitch!" the man snapped. He thrust his finger into her mouths forcing the lips and teeth to give way. "Suck your pussy juice off my finger!"
Whimpering, she did as he wanted.
"Work your tongue," he instructed. "Jesus, I can feel that tongue of yours sliding on my cock already, Emily! I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about it!"
Emily gulped. He couldn't mean what she thought he meant.
He stood up, removing the blue work shirt he wore. Under it his chest was bare, thickly matted with hair. His torso looked more like an animal's than a man's. He rubbed the flat of his hand over the chest hair, sliding it down toward his belt. As she watched, nibbling her lip in dread, the man unhooked his belt and started to slide his pants down.
He had no shorts underneath, and as the pants descended, his cock bounced out, not nearly erect but almost monstrous in size – or so it looked from Emily's tied-down, prone position on the bed. He got out of the pants and sat down again on the bed beside her.
"I don't want to," she cried. "Please, I don't like to fuck… I don't even let my husband fuck me most of the time. It disgusts me to be touched by someone else."
"I don't care a rat's ass what disgusts you, or what you like," the man said coldly. "We're going to do things that I enjoy, Emily. You're just a mouth, a pussy, set of tits that I'm going to use for my own pleasure. I may put my cock between your tits and stroke it back and forth till I squirt my cum in your face. Mmmmm, I think I'd enjoy doing that. Your tits are plush as crushed velvet. My cock would think it had died and gone to heaven, fucking your sweet tits. I'd love to see what my jism looks like splattered all over that rich-bitch face of yours, too. To see my cream running down your forehead, your cheeks. We'll have to do that, for sure, baby. Yeah, I'm getting hard just thinking about it. See?"
He leaned back, showing her that his cock was indeed starting to stiffen and rise from its semi-limp dangle.
She gasped at the sight. His cock looked even bigger than Andy's and God knew she could hardly stand to be penetrated by her husband's prick.
"No, please, you mustn't!"
"Whining turns me on," the man said. "Makes me all the hotter to stick my cock in you, Emily. And I bet you'll be whining like a bitch in heat before I'm finished. You'll be begging for more. But that doesn't matter. The only thing that matters a fuck is whether I get my rocks off. You're just a place to put my cock while I'm blowing my load."
She shivered in dread and disgust. She'd assumed she was the victim of a kidnap – for ransom, but obviously there was more involved than that. The man seemed uninterested in money; he kept talking about her tits, her mouth, her pussy.
"Call me Duke. His name is Duke, too," he added, pointing to his cock. It was filling out even as she stared at the obscene prick, though it was far from hard yet. "I think you and old Duke are gonna get to be really close, Emily."
He squatted above her navel, then came down onto his knees, holding himself up just above her body. The tip of his cock, hanging down, almost touched her stomach. She gritted her teeth in disgust. Then he began to move forward, inching closer and closer to Emily's face.
He stopped, leaning forward so that his prick did make contact with her trembling tits. She whimpered at the brushing of his warm cock against her tits. He took his cock in one hand and started to rub it all over her tits, her nipples.
"No, no!" she protested, struggling against the bindings.
He laid his cock flat between her tits and mashed the mounds together around his cock. Emily was terrified that she might throw up. She looked down, saw the tip of his cock thrusting between her squeezed-together tits, the knobby point stabbing toward her face. Her eyes closed. She knew she was going to pass out.
"Suck it, Emily," she heard him say.
Eyes still closed, she shook her head vigorously. She would not! No way! Oh, dear God! He was starting to rub the end of his prick over her face. She sputtered as it touched her lips, stroking the defiantly closed crack of her mouth.
"You better open up and start sucking," Duke warned. "I'm getting hard, and I turn into an animal when my prick gets stiff."
"No," Emily whispered, choking the word out through closed lips and teeth. "I can't."
"You can, and you will," the man replied. He put his thumb on her upper lip, his finger on her chin, and he gave her face a sudden alarming wrench. Emily's mouth jerked open, gaping, and before she knew it, she had his cock inside her mouth.
"Bite me and I'll cut your tits off," the man added. "Suck my cock the way you sucked my finger, and I'll give you something sweet to drink."
Emily almost gagged, her mouth crammed with his cock. She could feel it hardening against her tongue. The longer it grew, the more certain she was she could not keep it inside herself.
"Mmmm, yeah, old Dukey's getting stiff!" the man exclaimed. "Use your tongue, Emily. Lick me all around, just like you did my finger. I bet this is gonna taste even nicer than your pussy juice. C'mon, baby, let's see if you have a mouth or just a hole to stuff food into."
He began to work himself in and out of her mouth in short strokes. Emily's eyes were filled with tears of shame and humiliation.
He gripped the upper framework of the brass bed. She heard the creak of metal as he started to rock back and forth, driving his cock into her mouth again and again, without mercy. She gasped, sobbed, tears stinging her eyes. The salty drops rolled down her cheeks as she endured the ramming thrust of Duke's cock.
He went too deeply, in his lustful eagerness. His prick was throbbingly, pulsatingly erect now, swollen enormously. Emily could hardly breathe around the meaty hard-on. She choked, gagged, as he plunged his cock to the upper edge of her throat. She felt as if she were about to vomit.
"Suck, baby! Move your tongue, slurp your lips, suck in those cheeks like a chipmunk! I wanna feel your jaws siphoning out my cum!"
She was afraid not to respond. Despite the unbearable awkwardness, Emily closed her lips around Duke's cock and she sucked, reluctantly, on the verge of nausea, but she sucked.
As he rammed her, she moved her wrists, straining impotently against the metal cuffs that locked her hands to the bedposts. The steel links bit into her wrists while his cock bit into the yielding wet softness of her mouth.
"Lick my cock while you suck," Duke gasped. "I have to feel your tongue on my prick, baby!"
Grimacing, she began to move her tongue inside her mouth, sliding it around and around his thrusting cock. The tickling touch seemed to inspire, to arouse him further.
"Yeah, Emily! Love the way you suck a cock, but I'm gonna teach you the right way to do it!"
She was sure she'd throw up. The bedframe creaked and the springs bounced as he pounded his cock into her mouth.
He moved faster, his plunges less deep but coming more rapidly. She could hardly keep her lips locked around him, as he'd demanded; she could hardly find time to get her tongue into motion either.
"Jesus, that feels good, Emily," he said, panting with the effort of filling her mouth.
His body tensed and thrust, cock sliding into Emily's mouth irresistibly. She choked, gasped, gagged, but it didn't make him stop or let up in the slightest.
Suddenly he pulled his cock out. Emily sucked in air, a slurpy inhalation, before she realized that her mouth was empty. Duke eased back, and she could see his face. It was flushed, glazy with sweat and lustful excitement. He reached down, slid his finger along the line of her lower lip.
"Not bad," he said, "but you've got room for improvement. I'll see that you improve, baby. Right now, though that tongue of yours has made me itchy. I think I wanna lick something myself."
He turned around, still astride her bare, tied down body, and she was looking straight up his hairy ass. The sight was disgusting. His buttocks were spread, and his hair-circled asshole was plainly visible. She'd never seen anyone's asshole before; she was astonished that the opening looked so tiny.
Duke leaned down into Emily's spraddled crotch. He put his hands on the insides of her thighs, holding them as if they belonged to him by purchase, and he smoothed his fingers over her skin. His face worked from side to side, across her hair-fluffed pussy.
She murmured in protest; it did no more good than any other murmur she had made since this experience began. He pushed the tip of his chin down onto her cunt and stroked her with it.
"Ah!" she groaned. "Please, don't! I don't want you to do that!"
"I don't give a fuck what you want, Emily!" the man said. "I'm doing this because it makes my prick twitch! Baby, whatever I do to you, I do because I wanna do it, because it makes me feel goooooood!"
And with that, be spread the lips of her pussy and started to waggle his tongue up and down the open crease of her cunt. Emily screamed at the contact of his tongue upon her pussy flesh. His hands were so rough, his tongue as sandpapery as it had felt lapping her nipples. She squirmed, but squirming did no good; she was still tied down, still a prisoner. She could only endure.
He licked though the folds of her pussy lips. "Please, no," she told him as his tongue slithered playfully into the tight mouth of her pussy.
She gasped as it suddenly shot deep inside her, licking in a semi-circle as it penetrated, then withdrawing and licking the other way around as it did.
"Oh, God!" she said.
He squeezed the clit area at the tip of her cunt.
"You're hurting me!" Emily whimpered. "Oh, don't doooo that!"
He squeezed again, and she knew that her clit had suddenly poked its glistening pink head upward. Then his tongue brushed over the tip of her clit and she gasped in shock. His lips pressed down, kissing her button.
Little shock waves rippled through her pussy. She moaned. He sucked the clit into his mouth, rolling his lips from side to side on its pink extension. Emily rocked vibrantly. His finger stroked the mouth of her cunt.
"You're getting wet," he said with smug superiority written onto every syllable. Emily could say nothing at all.
His finger pushed inside her, less roughly than he'd finger-fucked her earlier. There was a provocative rhythm to the stroke as he went inside Emily. She moaned, but when she jerked in response, it was a rhythmic jerking. She remembered the session in the tub, her finger playing hotly inside her pussy.
Duke licked her clit again. The button was stiffer now than it had been, even more sensitive in its extension. His tongue slid around the base of the clit, and he pressed in against both sides. She protested, but she knew, as his tongue caressed her again, as his finger continued that subtly erotic corkscrewing into the ever-wetter depths of her pussy, that she did not want him to stop just yet.
He licked down the crack of her pussy, to her hole. His finger slid slickly out of her cunt, and his tongue moved in, with hardly a break in the rhythm of his penetration. Emily shivered. Her body felt alternately cold and hot.
"Nothing like the taste of a juicy wet pussy," Duke murmured, using his tongue on Emily's cunt.
He scooped the liquid out of her hole brought it up on his tongue to smear onto her wet clit and then he sucked it off her skin.
His mouth moved back and forth inexorably from her cunt hole to her clit, licking, sucking, kissing, tonguing her suddenly aroused flesh. As he rammed his tongue up her cunt, spreading his tight mouth with his almost brutal but irresistible fingers, Emily began to buck in her restraints, her body suddenly on fire.
"You motherfucker, what are you doing to me?" she moaned. "Oh, God, Duke, lick me again, just one more time, on the clit, please, lick my fucking clittt!"
She was totally open to him at that moment. He could have done anything. Her pussy ached with an emptiness that frightened Emily Rowan Palmer. Never in her life had she longed for the touch of anything on her cunt other than her own knowing, sexy fingers.
And now she would die if this man, this total stranger, this brutal kidnapper did not lick her pussy just once more. That was all it would take for her to explode in an orgasm.
She realized that she didn't even mind looking at his asshole. Her body was more excited sexually than it had ever been in her life.
Duke lifted his head from her pussy and he looked around. He winked at Emily.
"I done told you, honey, I ain't doing one fucking thing just because it makes you feel good. I'm getting my rocks off on your body. And now that I've ate my fill of your pink pussy, I've got a cock that wants to squirt out a big hot load of cum."
He rose, turning around, his lance-like club of a cock sticking up, big, thick, hard, its tip almost purple from the hot rush of blood.
He squatted on her chest again, and once more he placed his cock in the smooth valley between her tits. He squeezed her tits together, working them roughly, mashing them onto the stiffened bulk of his prick.
"Agghh!" Emily panted. He was so cruel, so rough. Her tits ached from his graceless manipulation.
He began to work his cock back and forth, wedged between her tits.
"No, please," she whined, watching the big red knob thrusting from between the tits, toward her face, plunging again and again as if it were a spear aiming to transfix her skull. He thumbed her nipples with an almost cruel intensity while he tit-fucked Emily. "Ohhhh! It hurts, pleeeeez!"
"Gonna come, Emily-bitch," he said, "gonna come real soon. Where should I shoot my load? On your tits? Mmmmmm, like to see those nice pink mounds dripping with my load, wouldn't you? Or maybe I'll squirt it all over your face. There's something soooo fuckin' sexy about the face of a gorgeous woman splattered with fresh steamy-hot jism. Lemme think, honey, 'cause it's almost time. I'm gonna be squirting in a minute or so, and mmmmmm, baby, I can tell it's gonna be a big hot gusher!"
"You bastard!" she whispered. "I hate you, I'll see you in the electric chair for what you're doing to me!"
"I almost made you come with my tongue," he taunted. "You were screaming for more. You'd have juiced me with your cream if I'd licked your clit two or three times more. You'd have squirted like a sliced lemon. They'd never fry me for making you cream, Emily. Oh, baby, I'm gonna do it, gonna shoot my cum!"
She had no doubt of it. His eyes were rolling, and he was pumping his cock swiftly through the mashed-together mounds of her tits.
Emily stared in horror and revulsion at the blunt snout of his cock, ramming between her tits, plunging toward her face. The head seemed to expand even as she watched it, and she knew instinctively that he was about to come. The rattle-like sounds that came from deep in his throat told her all the rest.
The first gush of his cum blasted from the tip of Duke's cock and hit her on the forehead, oozing down into her eye.
"Oh, Goddamn y…" she blurted, but she didn't get to finish.
"Yeah, Emily!" Duke laughed, and he thrust forward with his cock shoving it into her open mouth.
She squealed as his cum began to squirt into her mouth. She tried to spit the cock out, but he was shoving hard, and the cock-knob was somewhere deep in her mouth, almost pushed into her throat. The cum squirted across her fluttering tongue. He was overloaded with cum.
It seemed to shoot from him in an endless sticky river. Her mouth filled with the acrid tasting stuff, and his cock barreled into her so swiftly, so inexorably, that she could do nothing except swallow and try to keep one step ahead of him. If she hadn't swallowed, she'd have drowned in the flood of Duke's squirting jism.
He gripped his cock, jerking on the shaft, emptying himself into Emily.
"Drink every drop, bitch," he said. "I want you to know what a real man's cum tastes like!"