J Watson: Bondage for daughter

Beth Adams would never have stopped at the dingy looking cafe if anything better had been available, but there had been nothing but empty road for miles. Beth considered herself a sophisticated woman, one who was used to the finer things in life. But she was hungry and so was her daughter, Christy, so they stopped.

"I hope we don't catch something eating here," Beth said.

"I just want food," Christy said.

The inside of the cafe was nearly as bad as the outside. It was a dump and Beth shuddered. She shuddered again as she looked at the man behind the counter. He was a big, beefy guy with a leering grin. Beth didn't care for the way he was obviously trying to look down the front of her dress.

Beth was wearing a clinging blue dress that was lowcut. She had worn the dress to her husband's going away party that evening. Matt was leaving on a six month business tour overseas and he'd wanted Beth to go too, but Beth had refused. The truth was that she was glad Matt was going and that she didn't have to accompany him. Matt was like an animal sometimes. Beth shuddered as she thought of his hands moving over her body. The things a woman had to put up with!

Beth had never enjoyed sex, although she looked like the type that would. She had a figure that would have made a movie star proud. Her tits were large and firm, her waist thin, and her legs long and sexy. She had long honey-blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Her daughter was almost her mirror image, except Christy had not developed much yet.

"What'll it be, ladies?" the huge man asked.

"Just a hamburger and some fries for both of us," Beth said.

"Coming right up, lady," he said.

Her daughter got up and went to play the antique jukebox. Beth didn't like the way the man's eyes ogled her daughter as she walked there and back. Beth wished her daughter wouldn't wear clothes like the tight jeans and the skimpy halter top she had on tonight. But it was impossible to talk to her daughter anymore. It was like Christy lived in a different world.

"I've got to go to the bathroom," Christy said when she came back to the table.

"In the back there," the man said.

Christy walked away. Beth didn't think much about it as her daughter went through the room into the back. She was so hungry that all she could think about was the food. She was also tired and she put her head down on her arms for just a minute.

Startled, Beth jerked herself upright. She must have dozed off for a moment and when she opened her eyes she found that she was still alone. She didn't know how long she'd been sitting there. The beefy man behind the counter was gone. Immediately she thought of her daughter.

Beth got up quickly and went down the hall into the back. She hadn't gone but a few steps when the beefy man suddenly blocked her way. He was grinning lecherously.

"Where are you going, baby?" he asked.

"Where's my daughter?" Beth asked.

"She's safe," the man said. "You'll see her again. Just as soon as you make me happy."

Beth shivered with disgust. She knew she had to find her daughter quickly. She tried to push her way past the man, but he grabbed her arm. His grip was like iron.

"Not so fast, baby," he said. "I've got some big plans for you. Some really big plans."

Up to that moment, Beth hadn't really been scared. But now one look into the awful man's eyes and she knew he wasn't playing some kind of sick, sadistic game. She slapped at his face but he was a lot quicker than she was. He dodged away from her swinging hand and he hit her on the side of the head. She was shocked. She had never before been struck and the blow was hard enough to stun her.

"Get in there, bitch," he said.

He pushed her into what looked like a store room. He grabbed her by a handful of her silky blond hair and he turned her toward the wall. He twisted both arms up behind her and he tied them tightly with a piece of rope. Then he turned her back to face him again.

"Things will go easier if you relax, baby," he told her. "Otherwise, you might get hurt."

"What do you want?" she asked.

"You know what I want, baby," he answered.

It was obvious to her. All her worse fears were about to come true. Fear for her daughter was forgotten as she was filled with selfish dread. At that moment Beth would have left her daughter there if she could have gotten away.

But she wasn't going to get away. The beefy man pressed her very tightly against the wall, his hard body against her. He put his hands on her shoulders.

"Let me taste your sweet lips," he said.

"Please don't do this," Beth whispered. "Please don't do this to me."

But he wasn't listening. He had her pressed so tightly against the wall that her arms were cramped. He tried to kiss her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still. He brought one strong hand up under her chin and held her solidly.

"You're not getting the message, baby," he told her. "Things are going to be hard on you if you don't relax and enjoy."

His fingers tightened around her throat. He was nearly killing her and there was nothing she could do. She couldn't move her head anymore because he kept his grip tight.

"Now I'm going to try again," he said.

He kissed her and his mouth was hot and hard. His lips took her breath away. He kept his fingers tight around her throat until she had to stop fighting him. She relaxed and immediately felt his slimy tongue slipping between her lips.

"Now that's a little better," he said.

"Let me go, please," she whispered. "Don't do this to me. Please let me go."

He acted as if he hadn't heard her. She started struggling again and he gave her a look of disgust. He put his hands back on her shoulders and his fingers felt so strong. He moved his hands down and into the front of her dress. Her low-cut blue dress easily moved away from his hands and he cupped her naked tits.

"Very nice," he said. "Very fucking nice!"

She blushed with shame and humiliation as he squeezed her tits. His fingers moved over her nipples and he began rubbing them. She gasped a little. She didn't enjoy the sensations this man caused in her.

He took his hands out of her dress and reached into his pocket and brought out a switchblade knife. He flicked the blade open and her eyes widened with fear. She had no idea about what this crazy man might do.

He put the knife in the top of her dress and then, very slowly, he cut the fabric apart. Beth couldn't move. One slip and she was afraid she would be scarred for life. She was vain about her looks, perhaps more afraid for her looks than for her life.

She didn't move until he'd cut the blue gown all the way down to her waist. Then he put the knife away and he peeled the two parts of her dress back. Her naked tits were staring him in the face and he licked his lips.

"Fucking beautiful," he told her.

He moved his face down and he let his tongue play around one of her swollen nipples. He kept moving his tongue around her nipple for a few moments. Then he opened his mouth and sucked the hard bud into his mouth and began chewing on it gently.

"Don't do that," she whispered. "Please don't."

Nobody but her husband had ever done anything like this to her. She felt his spit dripping down the side of her tit as he gently started sucking even more of her titty-flesh into his mouth and letting his teeth scrape gently.

Her back hurt. Her arms were cramped and she wanted him to stop but she knew he wasn't going to stop. He released one titty but it was only to move his hungry mouth to the other. His lips and tongue kept working on her tittyflesh.

His hands moved around her body and then slipped to her asscheeks. His hands gripped her ass and pulled her so tight against him that she could feel his swollen prick through his trousers.