Robert Jenkins - Tied up and teased

Then he took her legs and forced them above her head, so that her cunt was presented to him in all its red, wet glory. He threw himself against the cunt as hard as he could, and she moaned helplessly.

Faster and faster he fucked her, until she could stand it no more. She began to spasm in her heat, and Martin knew it was the time to let her go. He took his hand off her mouth, and began to slap Ellen's heaving ass-cheeks.

"Take that!" he screamed.

He beat her ass continuously, and the steady slapping noise grew louder. Ellen was in terrible pain, but in her lust, she could not tell the pain from the pleasure.

She opened her mouth wide and began to scream in orgasmic fury, something she had never done before in her life.

The top of her head began to shoot off. She felt like she was in another world. She was shaking and screaming in pain and pleasure, and she was trembling uncontrollably. All the while, Martin kept up his steady fucking beat, working the big cock in and out of her tight little hole.

When Ellen regained her senses, she was surrounded by the three men. Barth, Arthur and Martin were towering above her, grinning.

She started to get up, but then she found to her horror that she was trussed up like a pig. She started to struggle, but then realized that she was tied quite, effectively, and she had no way to escape.

She looked up at the three men. Her body was still glowing from the effects of her first fuck from Martin, and she really didn't want to struggle anyway. She was happy to stay the way she was. Besides, the thrill of being tied only added to her pleasure.

"Martin tells us that you fuck quite nicely," said Barth.

Arthur simply shook his head in approval.

"It was nice," said Ellen dreamily.

"I'm glad you pleased him, 'cause that will make it easier on you in the long run. We decided to let you stay, as our house maid. How do you like that idea?" Barth asked.

Ellen didn't even have to think twice. She loved the idea of being a sex slave. Her body shuddered at the thought of it. She shook her head vigorously in affirmation.

"Please, make me your slave. I've never been so excited in my whole life. I really love all the things you do to me," said Ellen.

The three men looked at each other in amusement. This little bitch exceeded all of their expectations. They decided to set the little slut to work cooking their dinner. While she was in the kitchen, the men discussed business.

Martin sat down in his large comfortable chair. He motioned for Barth and his cousin to sit down, and then he lit his pipe and smiled.

"Now, boys, suppose you tell me what this is all about. I sure do appreciate your bringing me this slut and all, but what's the story? Have you boys gotten yourselves in some kind of a jam?" he asked.

The two men looked at each other sheepishly, and Arthur scratched his head. He started to talk, but then he got a case of the stutters. Barth took up where he left off.

"Well, you see, Martin, Arthur and I have, caused a little trouble that we can't seem to get out of. I'll tell you the whole thing. We took these jobs as computer programmers, see, and it all worked out for a little while. We didn't tell them about our records or nothing, and they never asked. Well, it turned out that these computers we were working were handling large amounts of money and billing accounts. One of our jobs was to find out who owed what, and feed it into these computers."

Barth looked at Arthur and smiled.

"It didn't take us long to find out that some people who owed money disappeared, and some that the company owed money to died, or forgot about it. So we worked up a little scheme. We changed the account numbers in the computer, and had all the loose change sent to us. This worked for a long time, and pretty soon we were feeding imaginary bills into the works, all payable to our box number. We began to rake in millions of dollars. It worked like a charm, and nobody was the wiser for what we were doing."

Martin smiled. "That's very good, boys. But what's the hitch?"

"Well, you see, the company wanted to have an audit," continued Barth, "so they sent this jerk out to count everything up. He figured out what was going on, and then he wised up quick. He called us up to meet him, and he demanded half of the dough, in return for shutting up."

"That's very interesting," said Martin.

"You bet it is. And we would have given it to him, except for one problem. We had already spent the money, as fast as we made it. We just gambled it away, and generally wasted it. We had nothing to pay him with."

"The son of a bitch," added Arthur.

"So we decided to teach him a lesson about butting in on somebody else's scam. We told him to meet us by the docks. When he got there, we grabbed him and beat the daylights out of him. I think we almost killed him. We figured that would shut him up."

"That's all very well and fine," said Martin. "You boys are certainly a fine pair of idiots."

"You bet we were. It turned out that this guy we beat up was well connected with certain figures in the underworld. These shady characters started to follow us around, and pretty soon we got nervous, so we split for the country awhile. Not only that, but the company called the cops on us."

"That's terrible," said Martin. He motioned toward the kitchen.

"So how does this little slut fit into the picture? I don't see where you got her," be said.

"That's simple enough. We were driving around, looking for a place to hole up, when we saw this little bitch and some little boyfriend jerk up the side of the road. They were hitchhiking. We beat the hell out of the bimbo, and threw him on the side of the road. Then this little bitch began to suck us off like there was no tomorrow. She really likes to eat cock, I guess. Then we went up to the cabin. The more we treated her like shit, the better she seemed to like it. That's about the whole story. I don't see how it matters, but here we are. We decided to bring her to you, and stay here for a little while. We know how much you like the young girls," he concluded.

Martin sat back in his chair, seemingly immersed in thought. He was trying to figure out what to do.

Finally, he spoke.

"You are certainly a prize pair of idiots. Not only are you guilty of embezzling and assault, but of bribery, kidnapping, rape, possibly murder and probably a whole lot more. Why don't you think before you do rash things like this?" he asked.

The two men looked at one another dazedly.

"Well, if you put it that way, I guess we really are in a pickle," said Barth.

"Okay, I'm going to get you out of this, but this is the last time," said Martin.

"Gee, thanks, Martin old pal," said Barth.

"But let me warn you, this is the last time. I don't want either of you to get involved in any more shenanigans – or else," he said.

Barth looked at Arthur. Both of them were grinning foolishly. Martin took a pad out of his pocket and wrote down an address. He handed it to Barth.

"You go to my friend at this address. He'll tell you what to do. If you get in any more trouble at all, I'm going to see to it that you're locked up again. Now get out of here and I never want to see you again, at least not when you're in trouble," he said.

"Gee, thanks, Martin old pal. I really appreciate this," Barth said.

Arthur and Barth scrambled to their feet, and began to leave the room. Suddenly, Barth turned around and looked at Martin.

"What about that little slut? What are we going to do with her?" he asked.

Martin looked at him with a lewd grin. "Let's just say that she's a little consolation prize for me. I'll keep her here, and see that she stays out of trouble," said Martin.

"But we found her…" began Arthur.