"What are you going to do to me?" Annemarie demanded to know.
"I think you should be punished for all the trouble you're putting me to," he said. "After all, didn't. I tie you down on the bed? I was fucking you – enjoying myself – and then you got free and ran. You ran away! And I won't tolerate that!"
"But, master!" she pleaded, beginning to enjoy the game again, "I did everything you wanted after you recaptured me. I sucked your cock as hard as I could."
"It wasn't good enough."
"I tried, I did! It was the best I could do with you hitting me on the back, and with my hands tied the way they are."
"I think I'll free you."
A surge of despair raced through the young girl's mind. He couldn't! That would be quitting too soon.
He untied her wrists from her ankles, leaving her hands firmly bound together as well as her ankles tied to each other. She straightened up, but he pushed her down with his foot.
"You annoy me," he yelled. "And you must be punished for all the things you have done, slave!"
The word "slave" renewed her hope that he wasn't simply giving up.
The man found a straight-backed wooden chair and sat on it. With a quick jerk, he pulled her across his lap, her ass poking up into the air.
She gulped when she felt him stroking the smooth curves of her ass. He lay the flat of his hand on her ass and then began squeezing gently. The girl kept her mouth firmly closed. She wanted to tell him what to do, but she couldn't. She was his slave, and slaves didn't tell their masters what to do.
Especially when the slave was so firmly bound. Her wrists were still tied behind her back, and her ankles were tingling from lack of circulation.
He began to spank her. The first resounding slap took her by surprise. She heard the echo before she really felt pain from the stinging swat. By this time, the entire basement was echoing with the blows. She felt each and every one of them.
He gave her a long, hard paddling. She found herself responding in a surprising way. Her cunt drooled from the excitement. The rising heat from her ass spread throughout her body, and soon she was squirming and wiggling in an attempt to avoid the blows raining down on her ass.
"Quit moving!" he commanded. "I might miss!"
"Please, master, I'll be good! Just don't spank me any more!"
"I'll spank you like a little girl because I enjoy seeing the red marks appear on your snowy-white ass!" He landed a few more open-handed blows on her upturned ass and smiled. The criss-cross pattern amused him. Soon her butt looked like an erotic checkerboard from his spanking.
She continued to squirm and struggle. He decided to show her who was boss. He doubled up a length of the clothesline and landed that across her ass. And then instead of spanking her across the ass, he landed each and every blow from the rope into the crack of her ass.
He even reached her cunt lips, no matter how much she tried to keep her legs shut against the rope. The wet slapping of the cotton rope against her pussy pleased and excited him.
And it was driving her out of her skull. She had to have something more substantial driving into her cunt. The blows were tickling and stimulating. Her already rigid cunt lips tinged and pulsed. Never had her cunt felt so aroused, so stimulated. She wanted to scream out her joys, but she was afraid he might stop.
"Like that, bitch? Do you?" he called to her. The sound of the rope smacking into her ass gash almost drowned out the man's words. Her head buzzed from the blood drumming in her temples. She was getting dizzy.
"Yes, oh, yes! More, give me more! And fuck me! I want to feel your cock, tooooooo!"
Her sudden come surprised her. She had felt the sexual tensions mounting, but she hadn't realized she was this close to coming. When the fierce winds had died down a bit and she caught her breath, she realized then that the man's cock was poking hard into her belly.
She rocked back and, forth to stimulate his prick. And this was enough to provoke him to dump her out onto the floor. She rolled off and landed on her back, looking up into his blazing eyes. She sobbed, "Please fuck me! My cunt is burning up with need!"
"I won't!" he answered flatly.
She began to cry, her tears running down her cheeks. He couldn't do this to her! It was too humiliating. He had spanked her and forced her to suck his prick, and then he hadn't let her finish the blow job, and now this! She was livid with frustration.
Me stood up, grabbed her ankle, and pulled her roughly along the floor until she was lying behind the chair. Then he grabbed her armpits and pulled her to her feet.
"Stand there!" he ordered. She found she couldn't. She toppled forward, bending at the waist over the back of the wooden chair in which he had been sitting. The sharp ridge along the top of the chair cut into her tender belly. She tensed her muscles and tried to stand up again.
He pushed her head down and held her in this position. He wrapped a rope around her neck and tied it under the seat of the chair. She was bound to the chair in a pretzel shape.
"I like this better!" he told her fondling her tortured ass. "Now spread those legs of yours real wide!"
"You beast!" she cried out. "How can you do this to me?" To make sure he didn't get the idea that she was just like his wife, complaining for real, she wiggled her ass seductively.
"You bitches are all alike!" he said. He rubbed the well-spanked expanse of her ass, which made her insides shake.
"What do you mean, master?"
"You're all cock teasers! You let me fuck you just enough to get really hot, then you ran!"
"You frightened me, master," she lied. This was turning into more fun than she'd ever had before. Even if the top of the chair was cutting into her ribs. She found it hard to breathe, but this was a small penalty to pay for the excitement building in her body. The ropes bit cruelly into her wrists, and her legs felt like leaden weights, but the fucking to come would make up for all that.
"The hell I did! I doubt you've been frightened of a man's cock since you had a cherry. You probably fuck anything that moves!"
His words sent shivers of delight up the girl's spine. She had!
But what came next? The uncertainty kept her strung out to the highest possible sexual level. She was helpless and totally subservient to this man. His slightest whim was her command. No amount of fighting could possibly free her from this humiliating position – and that made it all the more delicious!
"Wh-what are you going to do to me, master?" she asked in a shaky voice.
"I think I'm going to leave you."
"What?" she responded, shocked.
"In the dark. I'll be back. In a couple hours, maybe." He turned the lights out, plunging her into complete darkness. The sound of his footsteps going up the stairs echoed back to her. She fought hard against her bonds, but he had her tied too tightly to ever get loose.
"No, don't leave me like this! You can't do it!"
But he did. She hung over the top of the chair in the absolute darkness of the basement for what seemed like hours. She began to ache in every joint of her body. The ropes cut painfully into her wrists and legs.
She felt frightened and abandoned. Now she feared she wasn't good enough for him to fuck. She tried to get free from her bonds.
The motion sent tiny tremors into her chest, and she felt more and more blood pumping into her titflesh. Soon, her nipples began to spring erect from the stimulation. But she wanted cock and lots of it. Now her pussy was hollow and aching and entirely empty of anything except lust. He'd turned her on, tied her up, and then walked out on her.
She screamed and was mocked by the echo. She knew then that it wouldn't do any good to shout in the hope she would be rescued. The concrete walls kept her screams from leaving the room.
"Why did you leave me, master?" she cried openly. She felt the tears running down her cheeks. But she couldn't even wipe them away, not with her hands tied down to the chair legs. The welts across her back pulsed and throbbed with a vicious silence that made her cry even harder. And the ache in her pussy became sharper.
She jumped and strained against the ropes when she heard a quiet voice asking, "Me you repentant enough to want this?"
She felt a prick drive hard into her cunt. She almost passed out from the shock. One second, she was all alone in the cellar, and then came the cock fucking hard into her cunt. Her love juices had long since dried up. Now the cock driving so hard into her cunt found only hard cunt walls.
She screamed in pain as his prick ripped along and pulled harshly at her ungreased cunt walls. Then she felt the sluggish flowing of cunt juice in response to the thick length of cock inside her, pulsing and throbbing powerfully. In a few more fucks in and out of her cunt, her pussy was entirely juicy again.
"Why did you come back, mister?" she moaned out.
There was no answer.
That frightened her. What if this wasn't Len? What, if some bum had been spying on them and was taking advantage of her predicament to knock off a quick piece? She didn't know whose prick was in her pussy. As long as the man didn't say a word, she couldn't be sure who it was fucking her from behind.
"Who is it? Who's there?" she cried out. She struggled again, but the ropes wouldn't budge. The sweat from her wrists made the ropes tighten. She was even more helpless than she'd been before!
She felt the cock drive in and out of her cunt a few more times. It pulled the flesh around her clit tight and sent lightning bolts of delight into her belly. She shuddered and came, but it wasn't the big orgasm she had been hoping for.
Fear kept the teenager's emotions confused and rampaging. Was she being raped by a stranger? She couldn't find out. The rope around her neck prevented her looking backwards.
She gasped as the rotary motion of the cock continued in her pussy. She groaned and felt the man fondling her ass. He stroked and pressed against the meaty slabs of her asscheeks. This would tell her if it was Len or someone else, she thought.
The girl was wrong. He grabbed a handful of ass meat and began to knead it like a lump of dough. She groaned as the sensations worked their way into her belly. The way he twisted at her ass stretched the skin across her clit even more taut.
She came again, this time a little bigger than before. But it still lacked the intensity she had been expecting.
His cock plopped wetly from her pussy and, for a ghastly minute, she thought the man was going to leave her again. It no longer mattered to her to know whether this was Len or not, as long as he fucked her good and hard! Her cunt needed it. If she didn't get lots of cock soon, she would surely go entirely out of her mind.
"Don't go!" she pleaded. "I want your cock in me, fucking me good! Don't leave me all alone again!"
The man moved closer to her. She felt the heat of his crotch near her ass, and then the crinkly hairs of his thighs stimulating her sensitive assflesh. He pulled her asscheeks apart, and then positioned his prick against her asshole.
The feeling of his huge prick poking into her asshole set her off again. This come was even larger than the one before. She shuddered and goose flesh covered her arms and upper body. Her tits were beginning to respond to what was being done to her ass, her nipples throbbing with every frenzied beat of her heart. How she wished he would squeeze her tits!
But he didn't. His total attentions seemed directed at her ass. She felt the slippery prick prod even harder against her tensed asshole. The prick blasted up her asshole, her entire body reacted. She came again, her teeth shaking from the intensity. But still she wanted more.
"More!" she sobbed. "Give me more! I want to feel it raking my tonsils!" The stoic man said nothing. He began pulling his prick out of her tight asshole.
This was as much torture as anything else done to her. A powerful vacuum formed in her guts as he pulled his prick out. The girl thought her insides would be pulled out along with the departing cock. She wiggled her ass as much as possible to give the man the idea that he should stay lodged deep inside her, but it didn't work.
When only the thick head of his prick remained inside her tight asshole, she tensed her muscles more, trying to squeeze down on his cock. A tiny yelp from his lips was the first sound he'd made since he began this phantom fucking from behind. But it wasn't good enough for her to identify the man screwing her ass.
When he started to drive his red-hot spike of cock back into her, she couldn't control her body any longer. She exploded with an orgasm that brought tears to her eyes. Her entire body was racked by the most intense pleasure imaginable. And still he stroked avidly into her ass, fucking her to another climax.
He fucked her repeatedly, his thighs grinding into her ass. The teenager came again at the feel of the cock digging deeper and deeper into her ass. He greased her with more speed and power now. He stretched her insides into new and wondrously fine directions until she just feared her insides would be torn apart by his cock. He fucked faster. The heat mounted in her guts.
The fucking activated all the nerves in her cunt. She began to feel her thick juices sluggishly dripping down the insides of her thighs, tickling her, stimulating her, giving her another come.
Then she blasted off in a series of orgasms. One come was followed so rapidly by another that she might have been a human machine-gun firing pleasure. She thrashed around the impaling spike of cock fucking her ass. She screamed. She strained against the ropes until they cut into her slender wrists and ankles. And she kept coming.
Just when she thought she would surely die from the sustained orgasm, she began to calm down. Straining harder at the ropes binding her, now the girl wanted nothing more than to be left alone to feel the warm fuzziness following the superb fucking.
But the man's prick was stiff and hard and eager in her ass. She sobbed out, "Please, I ache up the ass! Don't fuck me any more!"
Her words shocked her. She'd never thought any man could fuck her too much. Now it had happened. He gripped her hips with feverish intensity as he plunged his cock into her asshole repeatedly. He sped his furious fucking. And in spite of herself, the blonde felt her desires mounting again.
She jerked as he drove his prick harder into her tender ass. And then she felt the liquid gush of his jism all the way up into her guts, creaming her insides. His prick pulsed and jetted out spurt after gooey spurt of jizz. She gasped for breath and came again. This orgasm was the best of all of them.
She screamed, "Unnggghhhh! It burns! My ass is on fire with your fucking cock!"
"God, yes!" the man said, the first words he spoke during the entire ass fucking. "Never felt am ass so tight before! It was something super!"
She felt his cock go limp inside her ass and dribble out in a flow of semen. Then the lights came on, almost blinding her. She managed to look toward the top of the stairs. Standing there, with a horrified look on her face, was Marcia.
"Sweet Jesus God, no!" the girl cried out. "My own father! And Annemarie! No!"
Marcia turned and ran.