Robert Vickers - Summer in bondage

Harry snorted in disgust. "It's not that hard to do. All you need to do is stick with it and watch out for the cops."

"Think I could learn to drive this rig?"

"Yeah," he said, instantly cautious. He didn't know what she was working up to. He never seemed to know what was in that head of hers.

Things just didn't come out right when she started in on him. He had to be extra careful.

"How long would it take me?"

"Can you drive a car?"

"Not very well," she admitted.

"I don't think you could handle this rig. You don't have the muscles for it. Besides, if you can't even drive a car, how the hell do you intend learning how to drive this baby? It's got more gears than you do."

"What makes you ask, anyway?" He wanted to know so he could head off possible trouble.

"I was just thinking that if we stick together, you and me, I could spell you on long drives. You wouldn't have to get all hopped up on those white crosses."

"You couldn't handle the rig. Besides, I don't want no woman foolin' around with any truck I drive."

"Chauvinist pig," she snorted.

"Damn straight I am. And proud of it, too. Women are women, men are men and that's the way it is. I don't hold with all this so-called equality crap."

Summer shrugged. She wasn't going to argue with Harry about women's lib. Besides, she didn't know all that much about it. She had just asked about the truck to see if she could take some of the burden off his shoulders. If she could, then they'd have more time to spend together.

She was certain now that she loved Harry. There had never been another guy in her life that came close to him. He could do everything. When the truck broke down, he'd fixed it himself. He just lifted the cab and rocked it forward, took out the tools and, after an hour of cursing and tinkering, gotten the rig running again.

He could even fix the CB radio. It had gone on the fritz. After he'd hit it a couple times, it was working as good as new.

Harry wasn't pleased with the way things were going. Summer didn't seem like she was ever going to leave. He could just throw her out of the truck, but he figured she might do something really drastic then. She might call the police and tell them all sorts of things about him.

Some of which were even true.

They would certainly find his come in all of her bodily orifices, as the legal expression went. He'd fucked her in the cunt and up the back and she'd sucked him off. About the only places they wouldn't find his jizz was up her nose and in her ears. And if that over-sexed bitch had anything to do with it, that wouldn't be long.

"Why are you sticking around me. I don't want you with me. I want you to split. Why don't you?"

Summer looked at him and smiled. Men could be so silly at times. He just thought he didn't want her around. She would make sure that he did, sooner or later.

"I like you. Hell, I love you! And I want to stay around."

"Hell with that. I'm getting randy again. I think I'm going to do something really raunchy this time."

"Good!" she exclaimed. She had been feeling sort of empty in the cunt. She wondered what it would take to get him to screw her again. Since he was the one who'd brought it up, she didn't think there would be any problem at all. She could have her cock and eat it, too.

"Let's pull over and get it on!" she cried.

"Okay. But somewhere deserted. I don't want you yelling and screaming and getting people uptight, you know."

She didn't know but she figured it wouldn't be long before he showed her what he meant.

"This looks like a good place." They were in the middle of nowhere. As far as she could see, there was nothing but plains, flat, featureless plains.

He braked to a stop and began reaching under his seat. He came put with a handful of nylon rope, all cut to eighteen inch lengths. He smiled a smile that was more a leer and said, his voice grating, "I think I'll tie you up first."

"W-why?" she asked, her voice quavering. She didn't know what was going on and wasn't sure she liked it.

"I'm going to tie you up, then fuck the hell out of you." He grabbed her arm and dragged her into the back of the cab. It was small in the coffin, but he didn't care. He wanted her to be uncomfortable. As uncomfortable as he could make her.

A quick turn of the rope around her wrists tied her hands behind her back. She looked up at him with exciting eyes. He felt like a damn fool doing this, but he knew it was necessary. She had to be taught a lesson. She had to be scared off. It was the only way of getting rid of her.

Plus the fact, he dug this kind of action. And it had been a long time since he'd gotten any of the bondage stuff.

Ripping the clothes off her body took just a few minutes. She pouted, "But I don't have much other clothes. Wh… what are you going to do about that?"

"Let you go naked. What the fuck do I care?" He wrapped one of the itchy, scratchy nylon ropes around one of Summer's ankles. He fastened it to an overhead loop.

Taking her other ankle and fastening it with the rope, he stretched her into a wide vee. He ran the end of the rope through an eye in the top of the cabin. She was spread-eagle in front of him, her crotch widely open.

"So, your cute little snatch is all open and ready for me, you wanton whore!" He brought down another length of the rope and in a signing are on her taut pussy. When the rope hit the tight stretched skin in her crotch, she yelped.

"That hurts! What are you doing, you son of a bitch! Why are you doing this to me?"

"I enjoy it. Squirm, bitch, squirm! Beg me like a worm. Crawl as much as you like. You know what happens, then? Look!" He unzipped his jeans and showed her his huge boner. His erection throbbed with life. It was a fierce red staff that looked as if it had been cut from a telephone pole.

"But… but…" then she fell speechless. The singing rope started falling on her upraised tits. She squealed and squirmed trying to avoid the punishing rope. She couldn't. Each blow made her skin itch and burn. It stung unmercifully. The pain rocketed into her body until she was crying and sobbing out her anger and shame.

"I love watching you crawl!" he gloated.

When the rope descended across her tits, she groaned loudly. It hurt. It hurt bad. And yet it wasn't all that bad. Somehow, the pain got mixed up in her head. Pleasure became pain, pain became pleasure. She wasn't sure which was which.

She watched in fascination as the rope cut grooves across the white plains of her belly. Her tits became red-striped hills crested by bruised nipples. He landed the rope whip on her most sensitive parts over and over until she burned.

"Don't, please, it hurts! It hurts!"

"I'll do this as often as I like!" he gloated. "And I like watching you, whore. This pleases me. When I've beaten you enough to satisfy me, then I'll fuck you."

"Fuck me now, Harry, please, now!"

"When I'm ready, cunt!"

He lashed out with the rope again. This time he caught her on the stretched skin of her soft inner leg. She winced with the pain that knifed into her belly. Entire leg numb, she wasn't sure what to do. Laugh? Cry? Plead?

As he continued to beat her soft inner thigh, she found that her cunt was beginning to water. As he built up a regular lashing rhythm, she got into it. Pain was washed away. Pleasure was surging into her cunt. It was joy, not agony.

As he landed particularly hard lash across the stretched back of her knee, she came.

She had one of the fiercest orgasms she could remember.

Harry couldn't believe it. He thought she was going through the pain of the beating he was givin her. He made sure she wasn't hurt. She wouldn't even have bruises, the way he was whipping. It jus hurt like the very hell right now. As soon as the redness vanished, all pain would die.