Robert Jenkins - Tied up and teased

She looked at the two men defiantly. Barth was the first to speak.

"You see, girlie, even your best friend turned out to be a slob. That's a lesson you'll soon learn. Everybody's rotten. You just can't trust anybody at all. If you're smart, you'll come along with us like a good girl, and not cause any trouble," he concluded.

Ellen thought about this whole mess. She was sure that she did not want to go back home. She felt like she had been betrayed. She would show all those bastards. She'd teach her father a good lesson too. She decided she would go along with the two men, and do anything they wanted her to do. She'd get back at everyone.

The very idea of being the sexual slave of these two powerful men made her pussy hot. Here was a chance to get all the sex she wanted, and have a wild escapade as well. She made up her mind, then and there that she would willingly submit to any man that wanted her.

"All right, I'll go," she said to the two men. "You can do anything you want to me. I want you to."

"That's a smart girlie," said Barth. He took his knife and leaned into the back of the car, and cut the ropes that bound the nude girl.

"Remember, no tricks, or we'll have to cut up your pretty face a little bit," he reminded her.

"Oh, no tricks, I'll be a good girl, I promise," she whined.

"That's a smart girl," he repeated.

Ellen jumped up into the front seat, and snuggled against the two men. She could see that they were already getting excited again, and she liked the sight of their good, hard dicks. She reached out and touched Arthur in the crotch. He responded with a grunt of pleasure.

"You're going to make a fine little piece of tail," he said.

"I'll try," giggled Ellen.

She felt free and proud. Nobody was ever going to tell her what to do again. She was going to be an outlaw, and fuck and suck and do what she pleased. Her stupid old father could just go fuck himself and his curfew, she decided.

Barth was looking at the young girl and drooling. She had a tan, ripe body, and the very sight of her made his cock as hard as a rock. He couldn't wait to jam his dick back into her moist mouth.

Ellen wriggled with pleasure. She enjoyed the feel of being nude in the front seat of a car with a couple of tough men. She would let them do anything they wanted to her, anything at all. She felt like a harem girl, and the idea of being a slave had always excited her.

"I like the way you look, bitch," said Barth. "I think I'll just keep you naked as long as I own you."

Own her, thought Ellen. The words sounded funny. She was going to be owned by a powerful man. She felt shivers travel up and down her spine, and she felt the moisture gathering inside her hot little cunt.

Barth had another bright idea. He rummaged through the glove compartment for a few minutes, as if he were looking for something. He threw out a box of Kleenex, an old scumbag, a roll of toilet paper, and then he grinned when he found what he was looking for. He held it up for Arthur to see. It was a dog collar, the choker-chain type.

Ellen did not realize what he was up to for a moment, but then she caught on. Barth slipped the chain around her neck, and he giggled as he examined her.

"You're mine, slut," he said. "Say 'yes, master'," he ordered.

"Yes, master," repeated Ellen, the words sounding funny in her ears. The chain felt cool and slippery, and she was happy that Barth was paying her so much attention. She felt as if she were really worth something now. She loved being owned, she decided.

"Next week, I'll get a little tattoo for your rump," he told her.

Ellen shivered. It felt funny to hear him talk like that. He was going to takeover her life completely, and she was going to let him. She shook her full tits, feeling the metal chain click on her body as she did. It felt good. She felt like a totally sexual creature, something she had never felt before. She was going to accept whatever they did totally, and she was going to give them no argument.

Both men were looking at her obscenely, and she could tell that their cocks were full and hard. She wasn't in the least bit ashamed. In fact, she was proud of the way she had them captivated. She was happy that they lusted after her full warm body.

This was not the first time she had been ogled by men, but this time she knew that she must be available to them if they wanted her. It seemed as if something had snapped inside her, and she was willing to happily submit to her captivity.

She decided to examine her two captors. She still didn't really know what sort of men they were. She knew they were dangerous, but she didn't think they would harm her as long as she satisfied them sexually.

Both men looked like hardened ex-cons. They were unshaven, and they carried themselves in the suspicious, reptilian fashion of men who were constantly on the alert for danger. She noticed they were always looking out the window, keeping one eye alert for the possible approach of the police.

"What did you do?" she asked, batting her lashes.

"What the hell do you mean, cunt?" replied Barth.

"I mean why are you running away with all these guns? You must have done something wrong," she said.

"I think you ask too many questions, bitch. You better shut up or you'll end up just like your friend. I'll tie you up and throw you in those bushes so fast you won't know what hit you," Barth said with an air of menace.

Ellen decided that she had better shut up. There would be plenty of time to answer questions later, and then she would find out everything that they were keeping secret.

Arthur, who was driving, pulled on the dog collar that was around her neck, and she fell face forwards onto his exposed cock. With a reflex action, she opened her mouth and began to suck on it hungrily.

Arthur moaned with pleasure. He patted the sucking little cunt on the head.

"Eat cock, cunt. Eat it. What did I tell you, Barth? This one's a real cocksucker," he said.

Ellen didn't answer. She felt exhilarated. Here she was, with a tremendous mouthful of hard dick, a chain around her neck, and speeding down the highway at ninety miles per hour. The erotic excitement was just too intense for her to bear. She wanted to squeal with joy, but the fat cock in her mouth kept her quiet.

Arthur came quickly, and she gobbled up the sperm. She was used to the taste by now. She liked the sound of that word in her ears. Cocksucker. She was a real cocksucker now, and she was as pleased as hell with herself. She wished she could go on eating cock forever.

She sat up straight, and looked at the landscape. They had crossed over a bridge, and now they were heading north on a New England highway. The signs were getting unfamiliar, and then Arthur turned the car around and began to take a back road somewhere. They stopped in the middle of a dirt road, miles from the main highway. There was a little shack by the side of the road. It looked like one of those things that hunters used to stay.

The two men got out of the car, and Barth dragged Ellen out by the leash around her neck. She started to walk after them, but suddenly she felt a hard blow on the firm cheeks of her young ass. "OWWWW!" she wailed. "Shut up," said Barth.

"What did you kick me for?" she complained.

"On all fours," he said. "I want you on all fours. You don't stand on your feet unless I tell you to. You're our slave now, cunt, and you had better do everything I tell you to, or else."

"Yessir, I'm sorry," she said. Even through her humiliation, she felt intense excitement. She could feel the juices in her pussy start to flow. She fell quickly to her knees.

Leashed and collared like an animal, Ellen was led into the hunter's shack.

The shack was a miserly affair. It didn't even have running water or electricity, but it was furnished with comfortable chairs and rugs. There was a wood-burning stove. Barth and Arthur made themselves comfortable on the sofa, and then Barth held out his feet to Ellen, who was kneeling on the floor.