With Nancy and Brad in another part of the house, Sharon looked at the man who stood in the doorway. She felt her heart skip a beat. Ruggedly handsome, his body bulging with thick, meaty muscles, he seemed to dominate her with his cold stare.
She suddenly felt like a virgin, almost afraid of what was going to happen. And why had Nancy and Brad left, anyway? Brad had promised her that she would have all three of the men at the same time.
"I'm Mike," the man said finally, walking into the room and closing the door. "You're Sharon?"
Sharon was beginning to feel ridiculous.
Tied up naked like this, in a room with a perfect stranger she wished she'd never even suggested the horrible thing.
Before she could ask him to untie her, however, he moved over and did exactly that. He then sat on the bed and gently kissed the bruised flesh of both her wrists.
For some reason, Sharon thought, she should be relieved. She was now free, and from the way the man acted, he would more than likely let her go. But instead of being more relieved, she felt more tense.
"Well? You want it?" the man said, his voice a rich baritone. "Or do you want to leave? Looks like you've been roughed up a little."
What a liar Brad was. This man was as gentle as a lamb! But what a hulking gant. Thick, curly hair surrounding a square face, and blue eyes. And those shoulders! A yard wide, she would swear. His form, even fully clothed, was enough to cause her blood to boil.
"No… I want to stay here," she whispered. "With you."
"And what do you want me to do?" the man asked, smiling for the first time.
"Take off your clothes and fuck the living shit out of me," Sharon said, feeling a sense of urgency.
In a way, this was an even better challenge than with Brad. She had to convince him that she truly wanted it. She suddenly felt powerful. She began tearing at his clothes, gasping as his naked flesh came into view. With clothes, he was beautiful; without them, perfect. Not an ounce of fat anywhere, and that cock!
"Sweet prick," she moaned, stroking the monster cock to life. "I want you to screw me full of hard cockmeat."
When the man was fully naked, he pushed her down on the bed and placed his right hand on her pussy. At the same time, he kissed her passionately on the mouth.
"Mmmmmmm, baby, you're hotter than a firecracker," he whispered.
"You can make it even hotter if… if you do it to me," Sharon gasped into his mouth. "Do it hard… make it hurt."
"I don't go in for that too much," Mike said. "I like to treat my women gentle."
Sharon felt her excitement grow, instead of diminish. She would have control now, tell him what she wanted. And then she would demand it.
"Tie me back up and… and… fuck me!" she said, clawing at his back with, her nails. "It was the best with Brad. Make it better, please."
"You sure?" Mike said, pulling away. "I mean, you know what you're asking?"
"Yes," Sharon whispered, her voice filled with lust.
To her surprise, the man moved off the bed and walked into the bathroom. A few seconds later, he reentered the bedroom, holding a long, water-dripping towel in his right hand. Then, with surprising strength, he began tearing the towel into shreds.
While she watched with growing fascination, he approached the bed and tied one length of wet cloth to her right wrist. He then attached another strand to her left one. After checking the knots, he did the same thing to her ankles.
"Want it standing up?" he asked, giving her a hungry look that startled her.
"I… I don't care," Sharon said, her heart in her throat. She looked from his face to his cock. The gigantic shaft was bobbing, gently slapping his stomach. "Just fuck me with that."
Mike pulled her off the bed and moved her backward until she was up against the wall. He then attached the shreds of cloth to the locks at the bottoms of the two windows at her sides. He then kicked her legs apart and tied the other pieces of cloth to the handle of a heavy, oak dresser to her left, and the doorstop beside the closet door.
Totally spread-eagled, Sharon was glad now that he had used wet cloth instead of the ropes. It didn't cut into her flesh like the hemp.
"This is going to be good," she gasped. "I just know it."
Already her pussy was on fire with desire, oozing a stream of opaque juice that burned the insides of her thighs.
"Fuck me," she whispered, throwing her head around, pulling against the bonds. "God, stick that big cock in and bang on my pussy, you bastard."
Mike rechecked the knots to make sure she was securely bound, then took a step backward. As his eyes moved over her body, his cock pulsated with such strength, it looked like it was about to burst.
"You'd be amazed how many women talk themselves into this sort of thing," he said, his voice thick with, lust.
Sharon flinched, suddenly realizing she'd made a mistake. She had read him all wrong! He wasn't the gentle creature she'd thought. He was probably more cruel than Brad. The expression in his eyes was cold, like that of a vampire.
"You… you're not going to hurt me, are you?" she asked, her voice high-pitched, frightened.
"That's what you said you wanted, baby," Mike said, a wide grin forming on his handsome face. He touched her breasts with the fingers of his right hand. "Isn't it?"
Sharon couldn't believe how stupid she'd been, to have actually asked for this! She didn't know the man, and they were alone. Nancy and Brad wouldn't lift a finger to help. She knew that. Why, he could kill her if he wanted. Although she knew it was useless to scream, she screamed, anyway.
"Close your fucking mouth," Mike said, his eyes flashing with cruel lust, "or I'll have to fucking close it for you, bitch!"
Sharon couldn't stop screaming. The mere touch of his fingers, the way he was looking at her like a hungry dog over a meaty bone filled her with growing horror.
Almost casually, Mike reached down and picked up another strip of the wet towel. He then rolled it into a ball and stuffed it inside her open mouth, cutting off her scream. While she tried to spit it out, he took another piece of cloth and tied it around her mouth. When he jerked the knot at the back of her head, the cloth stretched savagely across both her cheeks.
"There," he said, moving away from her body.
Sharon's eyes widened with terror. She struggled against the bonds, but it was useless. She was his prisoner and he could do anything he wanted. She felt a rumble of vomit at the back of her throat.
"Want it to hun?" Mike asked, his smile a grimace. "Well, baby, get ready for pain!"
Watching with horror so real she could smell it, Sharon saw him reach for the rest of the wet towel. When he wrapped the end of it around his right hand, then twisted the rest of it into a long, tapering tube, she knew what was going to happen.
"Mmmmffff!" she choked, jerking her legs and arms, feeling the knots eat into her flesh.
She had been wrong. The wet cloth was worse than the ropes. The more she struggled, the sharper they seemed, now almost like knife blades. She gave out another scream, her eyes on the towel in his hand. Mike swung the towel around then, popping it in the air like a whip. He hit her with the tip of it. As it whistled through the air and smacked the nipple of her right breast, she experienced pain before contact was made. Her body bucked, then fell limp. She screamed through the cloth in her mouth, but her voice was only a soft gurgle.
"Does it hurt, baby?" Mike growled, every muscle in his body tightening. "Huh? Does this, you little whore?"
He hit her again, this time the towel finding her cunt mound.
Sharon thought she had known pain until this moment. The lashings of the towel were like animal bites, eating into her flesh. She jerked and writhed against her knotted bonds, but it only increased the agony. She looked quickly to her right and saw that her hand was a mottled purple, as were her feet and ankles. Still, she struggled, hoping by some miracle she could break free and run.
"Take it, baby," Mike cried out, hitting her again and again, covering her body with inch-long red welts. "You fucking said you wanted it to hurt."
When Sharon knew she would faint, he stopped. There was a silence in the room for a few seconds, save for his rapid breathing and her muffled grunts.
A couple of seconds later, however, new terror flashed in her eyes. He moved over toward the bed and grasped a long piece of rope that Brad had used before. Slowly, he walked back over toter and slipped the rough, hairy-looking hemp over her body.
"Mmmffff!" she begged, shaking her head back and forth. She could almost see the rope cutting into her flesh if he was going to beat her with that too.
"Hey, don't worry," Mike grinned, his face flushed, "I'm through getting you primed, baby. Now for some fun!"
He suddenly wrapped the rope about her chest, tying it in a figure-eight around her tits. He yanked the slack out and tied it behind her neck. The pressure of the rope caused her tits to rise even higher, almost touching her chin. Her skin was raw, alive with fiery pain.
Again she yelled out, her voice lost in the material of the wet towel in her mouth.
"Oh, I like it like this," Mike said, moving between her outstretched legs. "Makes you wiggle around like an eel. I'll hardly have to do any work at all when I fuck you, baby."
Another burning spasm of pain drilled into Sharon's body. This time, the sensation shot into her cunt. When he stabbed his rock-hard cock deeply inside her pussy, she felt as if the top of her head would blow off. Because her body was so tense with agony, her cunt walls had constricted, making it seem like even a pencil couldn't have gotten inside her.
Ten inches of thick cock did, however.
No, her mind screamed. God, please stop this! It's killing me!
"Take it, you little slut!" Mike growled, withdrawing his prick and slamming back inside. "Ahhh… yes, baby, take every fucking inch and fuck it right up to your cumsucking throat."
His move, and her writhings, caused her body to spasm with pure, raw torture. The bonds at her wrists and ankles, and the rough hemp cutting into the flesh of her breasts felt like gnawing teeth.
Those sensations, however, were nothing compared to the horror that swept inside her cunt. His cock was like a cattle prod, grinding savagely in and out of her pussy, stretching her fuck-hole to the breaking point.
She threw her head to one side, hitting the side of her head against the wall. Another muffled shriek escaped through the wet material of the towel in her mouth.
"Does it hurt enough baby?" Mike grunted, heaving his ass back and forth, puncturing her pussy with his massive, rock-hard prick shaft. "Hmmmmm, baby? Is this fucking good enough for your little whore pussy?"
Sharon tried to faint, but she couldn't. It was as if her consciousness was like a mocking imp inside her brain. And the pain grew even worse. She wondered suddenly if he would ruin her forever.
That horrible cock shaft was savage, scraping her constricted walls, reaming her out. It was going to eat right into her guts, tear her membranes. It was going to… it was…
A sensation she was afraid to name she might be wrong in her confused terror filtered into her body, almost as if it had permeated her flesh. Slowly, like oozing oil, it worked toward the back of her cunt, then moved forward. The muscles inside her pussy loosened slightly, decreasing the painful friction of his pounding shaft.
"That's it, whore," Mike grunted, increasing the momentum of his fucking. "Suck on my cock with that little pussy of yours."
Sharon didn't know what was happening to her. Maybe the pain was just so horrible she'd reached the saturation point; she didn't know. Yet, it seemed to lessen in some areas of her body. As it did, pleasure yes, pleasure smoldered in others. It was a delicious feeling, she thought, to suffer agony and ecstasy at the same time, almost as if they were mirror reflections of the same sensation.
"Aaaaghhhh," she gurgled, beginning to fuck with him.
Each time he jabbed his cock inside her pussy, she thrust her hips forward, sucking him deeply inside her body. She gave another groan, feeling her cunt become alive with new sensations.
"Fuck it, whore!" Mike growled, grabbing for her tits with his huge hands. He leaned his head down and bit into the tender flesh, drawing blood. "Fuck on my cock… bitch!"
Sharon couldn't begin to describe what happened to her. As she bucked and writhed, it was almost as if she had become a different person or lost every spark of humanity. Like two cats on a fence, they fucked, heedless of all rational thought. Nothing mattered but cruel, savage fucking.
"Unhhhhh," she moaned, her eyes glazed with tortured ecstasy.
Suddenly, her body seemed to explode, showering her insides with fiery warmth. She froze for a second, then began jerking and thrashing about wildly. Her cunt muscles worked feverishly around his plunging cock, almost trapping him inside. And the force of her climax practically yanked the boiling wads of cunt from his swinging balls.
"Jesus… fucking… shit!" Mike yelled out, his gurgling voice lost around the slippery flesh of her tits. His climax was almost painful as it peaked, sending out a massive, bubbling explosion of milky cum. "Goddamn you, screw it up… unhhhhh… take it… here! Here!"
If possible, Sharon's pleasure even increased when she felt the thick, churning bursts of jism spurt into her convulsing cunt. Every cell, each nerve was on fire, bursting with delicious release. Soon, the sensations became so powerful, so intense, she went limp, feeling the room darken and begin to spin about her.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed.
While she lay against the wall like a rag doll, she felt more of his cum spew inside her pussy. In an almost never-ending stream, it filled her until it found no more room. A short while later, thick gushes of jism bubbled from her cunt, wetting her cunt hairs and the insides of her thighs. Soon, twin rivers of molten cum oozed down her thighs, reached her knees, then plopped to the floor, forming a milky, greasy pool between her outstretched feet.
In her mind's eye, she could almost see what the thick globs of cum would look like. They were oozing over her skin, collecting in lumps, then pulled by the force of gravity hanging like spider webs, swinging back and forth.
Her throat twitched with hunger, wanting the feel of those pools of cum running into her stomach. She worked her tongue around the material in her mouth, forcing it slightly to one side. She tried to speak, although her words were mere gagging sounds.
"What's that you want, baby?" Mike grunted, looking up at her tortured expression. He thrust in the last of his jism, held himself there, then slowly moved his head up. He grinned, untying the knot at the back of her neck and pulling out the damp towel.
As the material slipped from between her lips, Sharon yelled out her words, but even she couldn't understand them. She took a deep breath and repeated what she had said.
"I… I want to suck you," she gasped, her face ashen with desire. "Give… give me some hot cum to lick, you bastard."
"Jesus damn!" Mike said, chuckling. "You are cock-hungry, aren't you?"
"Yes, God, yes," Sharon panted, jerking at the shreds of damp cloth against her ankles and wrists. "If I don't get your prick in my mouth, I'll go crazy."
"OK, baby," Mike grinned. "But you'd better make it good, or I'll have to whip you again."
He pulled a chair over and positioned it in front of her. He then stood up on it and braced himself with his hands against the wall over her head. He thrust his hips forward, planting the entire length of his cock in her open mouth. As it slid fully inside her throat, he felt her tongue lap furiously around his shaft, even pull some of his crotch hairs inside her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm," Sharon groaned, her eyes filled with rapture. Her body shivered with expectation.
It was even better than she'd imagined. All hard and covered with a residue of thick, milky cum. The juices seemed to etch her throat muscles like warm acid. She exhaled loudly, giving a whimpering moan, then sucked wildly with her puckered lips, burrowing her nose into the wiry patch of hair.
"Shit… suck it, baby," Mike gasped.
Her mouth was like a milking machine, causing his balls to throb with a fresh load of cum. He moved his hands down the wall and held them behind her head. He then humped upward, crushing her face savagely between his thick, meaty thighs.
"That's… it… ah, just like that, cocksucker," he grunted, squirming his ass around. "Chew on every big hard inch."
Sharon couldn't believe how powerful her hunger for cock was. It was as if every fiber of her being was concentrated on pulling that delicious slab of cockmeat into her body.
And after she'd sucked on his enormous prick for just a few seconds, her pussy burst with raw spasms of climax. The heat from her orgasm swept upward, constricting her guts, finally throbbing at the back of her throat.
"Mmmmffff," she spluttered, lapping under his cock, the tip of her tongue moving over his balls.
"Want it all?" Mike grunted, placing his hand under her chin. "See if you can suck all of me, cocksucker."
Sharon's mouth widened when he forced his right ball between her lips then the other one. It seemed impossible, but she was now burrowing fully into his crotch, taking cock and balls. The wiry hairs of his crotch and the bottom of his ass crack scratched her lips, inflaming her with even greater convulsions of pleasure.
Suddenly, she felt his balls throb, then recede slightly. A few seconds later, as the root of his cock expanded, giving her absolutely no more room in her mouth, she tasted the first gush of his molten cunt.
"Suck it off, whore," Mike cried out, pounding forward with his full weight. His jism blasted from his cockhead with the force of a pressure hose, sending wads of cum both upward and downward. "Lick every drop and eat it down, bitch."
This had to be the best ever, Sharon realized. Completely and totally devouring a man like this. Not only was she eating on his prick, but she could also feel his nuts pulsate, forcing up more thick globs of cum. Her climax peaked violently, then seemed to stay there for a delicious eternity.
Finally, when his cum-load had been gobbled down, and she'd sucked the residue from her nostrils, she let her head fall to her right shoulder. His balls plopped out of her mouth, followed by his throbbing, greasy shaft.
"Goddamn, you're a fucking cannibal," Mike chuckled. "You ought to have that mouth of yours registered as a deadly weapon."
Sharon was too weak to respond. She could only lean back against the wall and pant, feeling her body tingle with the subsiding pangs of pleasure.
God, she thought, is there no stopping me? Is there nothing I won't do? The feeling was a little frightening, as if she were discovering a dark side of her personality for the first time. Yet, it was something to think about later. Much later.
"I want to suck some more," she said weakly, her eyes on his half-hard cock.
"Well, I think you've just about wiped me out," Mike said, getting off the chair and dropping to the floor.
"Please," Sharon gasped, feeling her hunger return. "Just one more time."
She was about to say something else, when she saw the door open. Perhaps it was Brad. Christ, anyone with a cock!
"I heard there was a little action in here," the man said. He looked at Sharon and grinned. His gaze dropped to Sharon's oozing cunt.
"Little action?" Mike wheezed. "Shit, that lady is a man-eater."
"Really?" the man said, moving into the room. He looked at the red welts on her body and his eyes burned with lust. "You like eating cock, baby?"
"Yes," Sharon whispered, giving the man a slight grin. "As long as it's hard and full of cum."
"What else do you like?" he asked, moving the tip of his index finger up and down an especially long welt just under her left breast.
"Anything," Sharon said, shivering to his touch.
"Is that a fact? Well, let's just see about that. OK?" He kissed her for a few moments, then pulled back. "My name is Jeff, by the way," he said. "What's yours?"
"Sharon," she replied, wishing he would get on with it.
"Well, Sharon," he said, fumbling with his clothes, "get yourself ready for a real fuck." He turned to Mike. "See you later, buddy. The lady and I want to be alone."
While Sharon watched Jeff undress, she trembled with pleasure. How could she have been so foolish as to think that two weeks as a captive here was going to be bad?
It was going to be heaven!