Robert Jenkins - Tied up and teased

She clutched at the legs of the two men, and they smiled and kicked her away. "That's all for now, cunt," said Barth.

"Yeah, get the hell in the shower and wash yourself off. You stink to high heaven," added Arthur.

"Yessir," said Ellen.

She picked up her hot little body and went to the bathroom of the cabin. There was no shower, but there was a water tank above her head, with a string attached to it. She pulled on the string, and she was drenched with icy water. She shivered, but she did as she was told, washing all the jism off her body. She wrapped herself in an old towel, and went back to the men, the dog collar still around her neck.

The obscene trio spent the night in the cabin, and the next morning they all piled into the Jeep and drove toward the city.

The plan was to stay with Cousin Martin, and keep Ellen as a house pet. Ellen wondered for a moment what had happened to Ricky, but the excitement soon made her forget all about him.

When they neared the city, Barth and Arthur ditched the car by the side of the road. Ellen had assumed that it was stolen. They allowed Ellen to wear some normal clothing.

Ellen still looked sexy, though. She was wearing a blouse and a pair of tight hip hugger jeans. She still had the choke collar around her neck, but it was hidden by the blouse.

The three boarded a bus, and they took seats in the back. In an hour they arrived at the apartment of Cousin Martin.

Cousin Martin was an evil-looking little man. He was slightly fat, and he wore a tight nylon shirt and a necktie. He was wearing a tight pair of leather pants, and a pair of pointy shoes.

He smiled when he saw Barth and Arthur, but he did not seem too pleased to see them. However, as soon as he saw Ellen, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Shit! Where did you bastards pick up this little piece of talent?" he asked in amazement. He darted out his hand and closed it over one of Ellen's ample tits.

"We brought her for you, ya shit," said Barth. "In return for letting us stay here awhile. We're in a little trouble with the law," he explained.

"No kidding, buddy, I heard all about it. All right. I get free use of the bitch here, and you can stay."

"It's a deal," said Barth. He winked at Arthur.

"You're gonna like this bitch," said Arthur. He pulled the collar out from under her blouse, and snapped on the leash. Then he grinned obscenely.

"This little whore likes to be treated like shit. Isn't that right, whore?" he asked.

"Yessir," she answered.

"Tell Martin what you like to do, whore."

"I like to suck cock. I love to do as I'm told," she said brightly.

Martin grinned. "So, you like doggie training. I like a bitch that knows her place. I think we're gonna get along just fine," he said.

Ellen shivered. Martin looked her up and down, and made her feel like she was naked. She thought he was going to ask her to strip, but he just ran his hands up and down her body as she shivered in anticipation. She wondered what was going to happen to her.

The older man seemed a bit repulsive to her, but she remembered that she was there to do as she was told. It was almost as if she were in a trance, and she was being forced to obey all commands.

Martin licked his lips.

"Get lost, boys," he said to Barth and Arthur.

"Sure thing, chief," said Barth.

The two men strolled out of the room. They went to the other part of the luxurious apartment, turned up the TV, lit cigars, and giggled. Martin shut the door, and grabbed the leash around Ellen's neck. He took one of her huge breasts in his hand and squeezed it slowly. Ellen shuddered with a sudden spasm of lust.

Martin looked and smelled repugnant, but his odor and appearance only seemed to excite Ellen all the more.

To her surprise, Martin brought a silver cigarette case out of a drawer, and held it out to the tender teenager.

"Have one of these, slut," he said.

Ellen opened the box. Inside were several thinly rolled cigarettes in pink paper.

"It's Jamaican, idiot. Smoke one. I want you to be a little more lively."

Ellen took one of the joints out of the case and lit it. Martin just stood there with his arms crossed and watched her inhale the sweet smoke. She held out the joint to him, expecting him to take a puff, but he simply made a face.

"I don't use that shit, honey. It's just for little girls who ain't horny enough," he told her. "Now smoke it all up, or I'll smack your sassy little ass."

Ellen sucked in the smoke as fast as she could, until the roach burned her fingers. She threw the end away, but Martin made her smoke another one.

The pot was very strong, and she felt stoned by the time she had finished the whole thing. She was almost on the verge of a hallucination, and she felt a strong heat centered right in the middle other cunt.

Martin was glaring at her like a madman. Then he turned on the stereo and took her in his arms. There was something funny on the radio. It sounded like real old music.

Martin danced obscenely, and he ground his knee right into her crotch. The odor of the man was terrible, and he grinned and breathed his vile breath right into her mouth. Ellen was almost swept off her feet.

Martin reached down and pulled the blouse from her chest, leaving her full breasts naked and bouncing. He leaned forward and ground his pelvis into hers.

"Feel what I got cooking for you baby? Feel that big chunk of meat?"

She really didn't understand what he was trying to say, but then her head cleared for a moment, and she could feel the hard, bulging cock burning against her cunt.

"It feels nice," she said in a low voice.

"How nice?"

"I like it. It feels big and warm."

"How would you like that cock, slut? How would you like that cock in your mouth, or your ass, or your twat?" he said. He was turning red, and beads of sweat were dribbling down his face.

"Ummmm," groaned Ellen.

"You're going to get all of it, tramp. I'm gonna fill you so full of dick you're gonna faint," he said, grinding his hard dick against her cunt.

Still holding her tight, he danced her over to a red couch on the side of the room. The music was still blaring, and she was in a haze of drugs and excitement.

He pushed her to the couch, and then he sat down next to her. She was naked to the waist. She still had on her tight blue jeans. Martin reached out and placed a meaty forefinger directly on her cunt. Then he ran his finger up and down the cloth-covered slit. Ellen squealed, then pushed hard against the finger.

"Oooo," she moaned.

"Like it, cunt?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm so ashamed, but I can't help it. I love everything that's happening to me."

"A real little doggie, all right," he said with a leer.

"Please, harder," she moaned.

"Martin's got something for you, you ain't gonna forget," he said. He took her hand and placed it on his fly.

"Open that up and take your surprise," he said.

Ellen pulled down the fly, and the bulging, rock-hard cock leaped out of the fly. The cock was warty and thick, at least as thick as her wrist. She put her hand down and grasped it, amazed at its size and hardness. Her eyes almost bulged out of her head as she stared at it. Her first impulse was to duck her head down and suck the cock, but she restrained herself.

Martin took both of her hands and placed them on his cock.

"I'll bet you never saw such a big cock before, baby. I'll bet you want to suck it, don't you?" he asked.

The big cock throbbed and pulsed in her hands, like it had a life of its own. It was indeed the biggest and thickest cock she had ever seers. She thought to herself that it might split her apart if he tried to jam it between her legs.

"I'll bet you like such a big, thick, hot cock," he said huskily.