Robert Vickers - Bondage girl

"You can use the pictures to get him to invest more money with the company. What's so bad out that? Your prestige goes up and the company picks up big bucks on his account."

"Yet, sure, asshole, for awhile," she snapped. "As soon as the pictures are all ransomed off, he moves all his account to some other company. A man like Chuck Farley has special needs and I happened to find out about them. It was an unwritten thing between us that neither would tell about what we did. You violated the spirit of that. He's going to be pissed, and I mean royally pissed, too!"

"So don't give him back all the pictures," suggested Paul, enjoying the feeling of power he held over Sandy. The woman looked sexier than ever as her cheeks flushed with anger. He wondered if her pussy-lips were rigid with new blood flowing into them. He could only guess now. Later on, he would find out.

"I want you to burn the pictures. All of them. I'll do anything you want this weekend but you've got to get rid of the pictures."

"No deal, baby. We can get along nicely, you and I can, if we don't argue over trivial things like this. You made the agreement to come up here no strings attached. I won't bother mentioning the pictures to any of the bosses, unless you don't pleasure me the way I think you should."

"You scum-sucking bastard," she muttered.

He only smiled. Seeing her in this condition made him all the more aware of the way lie enjoyed power over women. His wife was a real bitch at times and managed to make life hell for him. He didn't dare do with her what he wanted; she was the daughter of the senior partner at the brokerage house. While he hadn't gotten his position because of that, it wouldn't do to rough up the boss' daughter. So he put up with her nagging and her "not tonight, I've got a headache" routine. Knocking off a piece now and then at the office helped. His secretary went along with his play-acting and that made him feel good.

He would feel worlds better once he got it in with Sandy. And it wouldn't be play-acting this time. It would be for real.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked Sandy. The startled look on the woman's face told him he might have hit close to the truth.

"Hell, no!" She slumped into silence again. Then, about a mile farther down the road, she added, "Some damned kid raped me when I was in high school. Said I was a cock-teaser and he was only giving me what I really wanted. God, I hated him."

"Hated? You decided it wasn't so bad after all?"

"Shit, man, what do you use for brains? I got even with him. I cut his balls off with a pair of hedge shears."

Paul straightened behind the wheel of his car. He wasn't sure if he believed her or not. If she had been raped, it would certainly explain her contempt for men and her single minded desire to get ahead in a man's world. But had she actually gone so far as to castrate the guy who raped her?

"That's funny," he said after swallowing hard. "Del was laughing and telling me what a castrating bitch you were. It's really true, huh?" He hoped she would deny it. She didn't, and that made him all the more thrilled about the weekend coming up.

He was going to fuck one hell of a fine prize.

"Here we are," he said, slamming on the brakes and skidding in the soft dirt, to the door of the cabin. "A nice little A-frame I bought last year."

"Fuck," she said.

"That's what we're here to do. Let's go on in and get started. What do you say?"

"I say fuck off, mister. I don't want any part of this. Go on and use your Goddamned pictures. I'll get even with you if you get me fired. And those pictures of Farley you wouldn't dare use. You'd lose his account for sure if you ruined him."

He stared at her for a moment and then laughed.

"You think you've got it all worked out, don't you? Rut you came up here. That means you don't really know whether I'd use the pictures to get you fired. Well, baby, let me tell you this straight from the shoulder. Damned straight, I would! I'd love to see that pretty white ass of yours in a sling. I hate it the way you go around the office all the time wagging that butt of yours and smiling slyly. You're a Goddamned cock-teaser, that's what you are. And your prick-teasing days have come to an end!"

He grabbed her and brutally crushed her lips against his. He enjoyed the feel of her frightened body as she strained to get away from him. He held her even tighter. She wasn't going to run, not now. He had her and he was going to spend the weekend balling her at this deserted cabin.

Paul felt something wet against the back of his neck. Startled, he looked up and saw a dog. A big German Shepherd dog had jumped up, placed his paws against the side of his car and lapped at his neck.

He released Sandy and said, "Even the dog is amorous. I wonder who he belongs to."

"Go fuck yourself," was all the answer he got from her. She got out of the car and led the dog into the cabin. The dog followed close behind her, sniffing at her pussy as it went. Paul laughed again, deciding that wasn't such a bad thing to do. He wouldn't mind poking his own nose up close to her naked cunt and licking and sniffing around.

He followed her into the cabin. She stood with her hands on her shapely hips, surveying the cabin. The inside was done in a tasteful rustic decor that had cost Paul a fortune. He'd bitched about it at the time, but now he didn't care. It was the perfect place to get it on with this hot, unwilling woman.

"Shit," she said. "This place is a dump. But it figures, considering who owns it."

"It's the company's," he lied. "They let me use it."

"Shit," she said again. "I think I'm going out to get a bit of air. It's getting pretty rank in here." She eyed him with obvious disfavor and started to push past him and out the door. He stopped her and pinned her against one of the rough cabin walls.

"Not so fast, kiddo. I think I'm horny enough to appreciate a little of that hot pussy of yours. Let's get down to business."

She kneed him in the balls. He grunted and doubled up, his hands releasing their steely grip on her arms. This was all the opening she needed to bolt and run outside. He gasped air into his lungs and rubbed his balls and then took out after her.

She'd pay dearly for this!

"Sandy, get your ass back here or you're going to be in a world of trouble!"

All he heard was her abusive, "Fuck you!" drifting back to him from the direction of the lake. He set off down a side path which would get him to the lake in less than five minutes.

Paul emerged and saw Sandy panting and holding her sides from the strain of running. The shortcut he'd taken had left him in good shape. She was about out of strength. Fucking her now would be easy. He thought.

"Now!" he cried as he sprang from behind a tree and grabbed her again. She surprised him with a hidden reserve of strength. She turned and twisted and clawed.

"Stop that!" he ordered. She fought harder. He wasn't going to let loose of her this time. He avoided another knee to his groin and tried to use the momentum to carry them both to the ground. Once there, his superior weight and strength would overwhelm her.

They crashed to the ground. Both were stunned, but Paul recovered first. He bellowed, "You dumb slut! I'm going to punish you for this! I'm going to show you that you can't get away with being a cock-teaser all your lire without paying the consequences."

He sat on a stump and pulled the woman across his lap. She still fought hard but in her upside-down position, she couldn't get any leverage. And her strength wasn't enough to break free.

"Stop this!" she demanded. She felt the man's hands holding her firmly. There was no way she could possibly escape. The more she struggled, the more helpless she felt. Shuddering at the feel of his hands running along the insides of her legs, she knew she was going to be disciplined by him. Harshly. Without mercy.