Marvin Cox: Secretary in shackles

"All of it, baby," Tony grunted, grinding in another massive wad of cum. "Suck my prick… gargle my turn down… all of it!"

Even Gina's starving mouth couldn't take all the cum he had to offer. Each time she gulped the fiery liquid down, it seemed to be replaced with twice as much. Soon, the liquid was surging between her teeth, under her tongue. Then finding no more room, the cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth and dangled from her chin like glistening spider webs.

Another convulsive spasm of release shook her pussy, causing her back to arch. As she moved, greater pressure was put on her bound hands. Pain and pleasure swept into her body, dancing, mating, fighting for power. At last, when her ecstasy culminated violently, she went limp, gasping for air.

Tony gave a last thrust of his cock, sending the final glob of cum into her throat, then crushed her face savagely into his prick. While his prick pulsated, he held her and ground his ass around. After a full two minutes, he slowly pulled back, letting his greasy cock slide from between her lips.

When he released her, Gina fell to her side. She was so satisfied, so dulled with pleasure, she didn't even feel it when her head cracked against the boards of the floor.

What had happened to her? she wondered. After the subsiding pleasures of her orgasm, the experience seemed like a dream. She ran her tongue over her bruised lips, still able to taste the sweat and cum from his prick.

She had sucked him gladly, eagerly. It wasn't a game at all. And that gave him power over her. She felt a wave of revulsion, suddenly seeing Mark's point of view.

"Can… will you untie me now and let me go?" she asked softly. "You… got what you wanted."

"And so did you, didn't you?" Tony said, his voice cold.

"OK, I was attracted to you," Gina forced herself to admit, "but now… now I'm not. I want loose."

"You don't like my big cock?" Tony said, kneeling beside her. "Hmmmmmmm? Is that what you're saying?"

Gina felt her anger return. She had done what he asked. Wasn't that enough? She had sucked on that smelly, snake-like prick, licked down his enormous cum-load. Still, she would be reasonable.

"I promise I won't tell anyone," she said. "Just let me go and we'll forget it ever hap…"

"What?" Tony roared. "You won't tell anyone? Jesus, ain't that a chuckle!"

Gina was now more than angry. She was furious. How dare he humiliate her like this! She looked at his cold expression and felt pure hatred.

"Let me go, Goddamn you!" she shouted. "You bastard!"

"I was going to keep you all to myself," Tony said, his voice controlled, yet hard, "but I've changed my mind. Baby, before you leave here, you're gonna suck and fuck so much cock, you'll wish you never see a cock again!"

Gina flinched with new terror. His voice was like a knife, cutting into her brain. His eyes seemed to burn like a vampire's.

"Please," she begged, wishing she'd kept her mouth shut. "Just let me go please…"

"I'm going to make you scream, sweetheart," Tony said, pulling her to her knees. "I'm going to make you fucking scream."

Gina began screaming.

Tony slapped Gina so hard she tumbled halfway across the floor of the shanty. Her scream of anguish locked in her throat, becoming a gurgle of pain.

"So you won't tell anyone, huh?" he roared, moving to her limp body. "Well, by God, lady, I'll give you plenty not to fucking tell!"

Before Gina knew what was happening, she was jerked to her knees, then her feet. She flinched, expecting him to hit her again, but instead, he kissed her violently on the mouth. After chewing on her mouth, he stepped back and reached for a long piece of rope. He attached the end of it to the knot at her wrist, then threw the other end over a bare rafter in the ceiling.

"What are you going to do?" Gina gasped, her eyes widening with terror.

"Gonna truss you up like a hog," Tony said, pulling the slack out of the rope. As he did, Gina's body was jerked upward hard. Only the tips of her toes brushed the bare floor. "Like… that, bitch," he added, tying the end of the rope to a wall stud.

Pain shot into Gina's body like electric currents. And in this position, she almost tumbled forward. The only thing that kept her from doing so was to squeeze her toes downward, toward the floor. Even breathing sent knifelike jolts through her body. Her shoulder blades were on fire.

"Godddd," she grunted. "It's… killing me… please let me… down."

Ignoring her, Tony grabbed some more rope and tied two length around her ankles. When the knots were tight, he jerked both pieces of hemp forward and tied the ends to the handles of tool boxes in the two far corners of the room. She was now spread-eagle, swinging gently from her jerking, anguished movements.

Gina couldn't believe what was happening. Worse than the pain, however, was the horror that flooded her. He looked insane, his eyes bright with lust. As he stood before her, sweaty and naked, his cock slapping his stomach, he looked like some ancient priest, ready to cut her heart out.

"Gonna fuck you to pieces, baby," he said, his voice husky with desire. "And… and if you know what's good for you, you're gonna fuck me."

Gina looked at his cock. His cock was so swollen, so engorged with blood, it was no longer an instrument of pleasure, but of pain. His prick would stab into her cunt, possibly tear her to shreds. She threw her head back and gave another scream. Pain and fear engulfed her.

"What a sweet pussy," Tony said, moving between her legs, his eyes on the damp, glistening patch of red pussy hair. "I'll just bet it's snug as a glove… just made for fucking raw."

When he touched her, Gina yelled out again. She could feel the heat from his body, smell his animal lust.

"Don't… please… God, don't!" she begged.

"Look baby," Tony said, moving his hands over her tits, "if you don't keep that cocksucking mouth closed, I'll close it for you. I'll ram my fucking dirty socks down your throat, and you can choke to death for all I care."

Gina knew he was telling the truth, but it was almost impossible to keep the screams back. The ropes at her wrists and ankles were tearing at her flesh, causing her skin to mottle a deep purple. She bit her lower lip and gave a sob.

"That's better, baby," the man said, grinning. He leaned his head down and ran the tip of his tongue over her upturned tits. "Mmmmmm… love it," he groaned, "… big tits."

For Gina it was the most confusing feeling she'd ever had. He had been so rough, so violently brutal with the ropes. Now, he was licking on her tits with such a soft touch it didn't seem possible.

"Please… untie me and I'll do anything you ask," she pleaded. "God… anything…"

"Hey, sweetheart, you're gonna do anything I ask whether you're tied up or not," Tony said, grinning. "In fact, you're gonna beg me to fuck you, aren't you?"

"You're insane," Gina said.

"Don't want to beg, huh?" the man said, taking a step back. He fumbled in a tool box against the wall and withdrew a long, leather strap. "Maybe this is gonna do the trick," he whispered, again moving between her outstretched legs.

Gina could hear the leather strap whipping through the air, then she could almost feel it smacking her bare flesh. It would cut into her body like an ice pick.

"Please… don't beat me," she begged. "Don't hurt…"

"Why, baby, I'm going to be nice to you, not beat you," Tony said, his voice singsong.

With confused horror, Gina watched the man drape the leather strap around her left tit, then her right tit, pulling the length tight, in a figure-eight. He jerked the loose ends to her sides, then tied them together at her back.

"Ohhhhhh," she gasped, feeling the pressure mount each time she breathed. She looked down and saw her tits standing out, almost as if they were barely attached to her body. The flesh turned pink, then a dark red. Her nipples pulsated, became rock-hard, then grew a mottled purple.