J Watson: Chained women

When she turned back, Adam was standing there.

"And how are you today?" Adam asked.

"Please," she said. "Why are you doing this to me?"

He answered her question with another question.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Yes," she admitted. "And thirsty."

"I've brought you food but you're going to have to work for it."

"Work for it?" she questioned. "What kind of work?"

Smiling, he unzipped his fly and let his cock out. It hung limply from his trousers.

"This is the kind of work you have to do."

She crawled to him and put her mouth to his cock. He pushed her away.

"Not this time," he said. "This time I want your cunt."

"Can't I just do you with my mouth?" she asked.

"You'll do it my way or you get nothing," he said.

She stared at him for a long moment and then she nodded her head. After all, what was the use of fighting? Eventually he was going to get what he wanted and she might as well give in.

Adam didn't like her giving in so quickly. He wanted them to fight him a little. He enjoyed turning Donald loose on them and how they finally started to beg for the cock instead of the punishment. Still, she was a good-looking piece and she would make a good fuck.

"Get on the couch," he said.

She walked toward the couch and he undid her chain. That was all she was waiting for. If he had kept her chained, she would've fucked him, but he allowed her to go free. And Debbie knew how to use her fists. She had been fighting men off for years.

She turned suddenly and caught him by surprise. She kneed him expertly in the crotch and he dropped to the floor in pain. She was out the door in a flash. There was nobody to stop her. She had half expected to run into Donald, but Adam had evidently come alone.

She looked into the car but he had his car keys with him.

She'd have to run for it.

She heard him coming after her and she ran for the woods. She had no idea where she was but she knew she had to get away. If she could find a highway somewhere, she would be able to flag a car down. She had no doubt that some man would stop for her because of the way she looked.

She ran as hard as she could. She could hear cars on pavement up ahead. She had to stop and catch her breath but she wasn't afraid. She knew he would never catch her now. She had gotten away. She would catch a ride into town and explain things to the law. They would know how to deal with the two brothers.

"You hurt my brother," a deep voice said.

She spun around and tried to run again but a heavy hand caught her by the shoulder and flung her to the ground. Donald stood over her. There was an ugly grin on his face.

"You bitch," he said. "You kicked my brother in the balls. You didn't have to do that."

"You were waiting for me," she accused. "You knew I was going to run away."

"We thought you might. Some of them do when we undo the chain. Funny, though, they always seem to run the same way. All I have to do is wait and they get here."

"But how did you know I kicked your brother?"

He pulled a walkie-talkie from his pocket. "I got her, Adam. What do you want done with her?"

"Do what you fucking well want," Adam Cross said shortly. "She hurt the hell out of my balls."

Donald smiled again. "You shouldn't have done that, girlie. He's very proud of his balls."

"Don't hurt me," Debbie pleaded. "I'll do what you want but please don't hurt me."

Donald wasn't listening. He searched the ground until he found a broken branch. It was sturdy. He slapped it against his hand and it made a loud pop.

"Okay, girlie," he said. "Now for lesson number one. You never run away. Never."

She tried to escape from him but he caught her by the arm. He began to beat her severely on her side and on her thighs. The branch did not strike hard enough to leave cuts but it bruised her tender skin.

She screamed at him and cursed at him but he still beat her. He beat her until she fought him no longer. She lay limp on the ground as he hit her. Finally he stopped and threw the branch away with a snort of disgust.

"Now for the good stuff," he said.

"Oh God," she said. "Just let me die. Don't hurt me any more. Just let me die."

"You aren't going to die, bitch," he said. "You're going to live. You're merchandise."

Strong arms lifted her to her feet. He pushed her against a pine. She was not entirely conscious as she felt him groping between her legs.

"Nothing hurting there," he said. "And that's really all that matters."

She realized what he was doing. He had unzipped his fly and his hard prick was pushing against her cunt.

"No!" she pleaded. "Not like this! Please!"

"Open your Goddamn legs," he said roughly, "or I'll get my stick again."

Another session with the stick would kill her. Both of them knew that. She rested her back against the pine and spread her legs. He gave a shove and his prick was buried in her cunt.

"Jump, baby!" he demanded. "Scratch your ass with the pine!"

She realized what he wanted and she began to jump up and down on his hard prick. He grunted with pleasure. Her back was already hurting from the force of his blows and the pine was making it worse. She wanted to get it over with quickly so she quickened her pace.

"God, yes," he moaned. "That's the way. Do it, baby! Fuck my cock!"

She could feel his prick grow as she jumped. She closed her eyes and tried to think that she was somewhere else. Nothing did any good. She was sore and humiliated. And she was about to receive his cum.

"Here I come, baby," he groaned. "Fuck my cock! Catch my fucking cum!"

He gave a gasp and his prick went deep into her cunt as he exploded. She could feel his wet stickiness splashing against her cunt walls and then running down her legs. He kept coming. He was filling her with his cum.

He drew back.

"Get on your knees, bitch," he said. "Lick me clean."

She dropped to her knees and used her tongue to lick his prick clean. She tasted his salty jism as she sucked every drop into her mouth.

"That's good," he said, drawing back.

He stood back and gave her a look of contempt.

"Now I'm going to leave you here. You could walk out onto the highway and hitch a ride. You could get away that way. But I wouldn't advise it. What I would advise is for you to get your ass back to the house. Try to make things up to Adam and maybe he'll forgive you. Maybe he won't. But I'll find you if you run away. I'll find you and I'll make you feel like the lowest whore in creation. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," she said numbly.

"Good."

He walked away. There was never any doubt of what she was going to do. She looked longingly at the highway and then she turned and walked back in the direction she had come.

She knew that there would be no getting away from them until they wanted her to get away.

Adam was sitting on the couch. He was rubbing his injured cock and frowning.

"Well," he said, looking up. "I see you've come back."

"Yes sir," she said. "I'm sorry for kicking you."

"You won't let it happen again," he said.

"No sir."

"Chain yourself and give me the key."

She went over and put her arm through the chain. She turned the key and handed it to Adam. He slapped her hard across the face. She waited. He slapped her again. She didn't try to run away. She knew it would do no good.

He punched her in the stomach and all her breath went out with a whoosh. She dropped to her knees in pain.

He kicked her in the side and she fell flat on the carpet.

"Next time you try to kick me," he said harshly, "it's going to be worse."

He kicked her once more and left her there.

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