John Kellerman - Teaser in torment

"Touching something way inside… Nuuhhhhh!"

My womb! It was stretching against the tight mouth of my womb. I jangled the chains, jerking my arms against them to no avail. My toes were splayed out on the floor like they always did when I was really excited.

"Faster… want it faster…" The slick juice sucked and smacked around the edges of my pussy as I bobbed up and down. I felt like a horse on a merry-go-round, getting fucked with every revolution. The feather-soft down at the edges of my cunt was dripping with juice. I was so well-oiled that if that wood post hadn't been shoved deep into my pussy, I'd have fallen off. And the steady, rhythmic penetration of my tight little cunny was at last starting to get to me! My head flopped to the side and I drooled unashamedly. My eyes went blurry as the frenzied tickle grew into an insatiable itch that drove me wild.

I came like that, standing on tip-toes, my knees slightly bent as I rocked my hips forward and back, gouging the length of my cunt with that smooth wood post and then lowering myself down on it again as the convulsions racked my slender body.

I fell across the bed. I slept.

"Feeling better, honey?" the soft voice said. I blinked awake. It was almost completely dark in the stuffy place where I was. Where was I? My mind whirled, trying to get hold of something I could identify with. And then I remembered Scott, Chris, the boat. But this wasn't Scott or Chris leaning over me in the gloom. It was Jess! My heart almost stopped. For some reason I was more afraid of her than anybody.

"The boys have gone off to get some photographs processed." She giggled. "You know what. I'm talking about." My eyes were adjusting now. I could see her blonde hair, the glossy lipstick she used. Then I became aware of how sore my arms were all chained up behind me. Jess saw me frown with pain.

"Okay, I'll undo your wrists anyway. You won't be going anywhere with that other one around your ankle." She got the chains disconnected from the manacles after a short struggle. I rubbed the flesh under the bands of steel.

"If the pictures turn out the boys are going to let you go anyway. But I have to make sure you stick around until then." She touched my shoulder. "You know, you should stay with me after these two dudes are through with you. If you only knew…"

"You're out of your mind."

"But you like to fuck, don't you?" Her voice was like that of a little girl's.

"Nooo!" I didn't know what fucking was. Or at least, I didn't know that much about it. Like Jessy was implying.

"Like hell you don't! I watched you screw yourself on this bedpost." She sniggered. "Look, it's still slick!" She wiped a finger across the wood surface. I blushed and crossed my arms over my small tits.

"You've got the body men would pay plenty for." She touched me with her eyes. "Slender, small-breasted, dark eyed. You're a old man's wet dream. Like something out of a high-school yearbook."

"Could you get me something to put on?" I thought it was worth a try. She was acting friendly, even if she was a little twisted. I only wanted to bide my time until these bastards let me go free. Poor Daddy, he didn't know what he was about to get hit with. I reddened at the thought of him seeing my photographs. And the longer I thought about it the more mortified I became. Jess must have read my mind.

"What do you think your old man is going to do when he sees what you were doing? You don't think you can convince him you weren't enjoying all that, do you?"

"You should've seen your face, honey. I mean, you were wiped out. You were drooling all over yourself!" She rubbed a hand down between her thighs. "It got me hot just to dig it all."

Jess was more right than I cared to admit. I wondered if I really could face my own father after he'd seen me with a man's cock in my mouth! A shudder jolted through me and I felt a little sick at my stomach. But there had to be a way to make him understand… had to be. Oh, why was he so conservative? I remembered how he'd sheltered me all my teen years. How he'd disapproved of most of the boys who wanted to date me. He was really prude when you got down to it. A terrible prude. But there was no place else for me to go. I sure didn't want to have any more to do with my abductors.

"Aren't you going to get me something to put on?" I tried again.

"How about a pair of my panties?" Jess said, twirling her long blonde hair around a finger. Her eyes were heavily made up. She left and came back in a few seconds. I looked at the skimpy things she'd handed me. Her so-called panties were nothing more than a red string with a little band of silk, also red, that stretched over a girl's cunt. But it was something. I slipped the elastic string around one foot and then stopped.

"The manacle…"

"Okay, but don't try anything funny." She unlocked the chain and I put on her, panties. The silken band pressed up against my cunt-mound. I could hardly feel it at all.

"You could pull down a hundred bucks a trick easy," Jess breathed. "Or I could take more shots. That's big business now, skin magazines."

"You must be crazy," I said, "to think I'd ever want to…" I put my face in my hands. "Oh, you're awful! You're sick or something."

"Look, honey, I was just being nice." She looked mad as hell. Her eyes glinted in the light from outside. She fastened the chain on my ankle manacle and started to do the ones on my wrists, too.

"Couldn't you leave them off?" I asked. "I'm sorry about what I said…"

"Well… okay. But when I hear the guys coming back, I'll have to fasten them again." She stalked out of the small cabin and shut the door.

For an hour I thought of what I might be able to do. Of course escape was the only way I had a chance of making things halfway right again. I could tell my father how I'd been tortured into making those photos. And I could warn him of what these people were planning to do with their malicious scheme. But escape was impossible. Or so I thought until I heard a boat bump alongside the dock near my porthole.

The man tying up was around forty, sea worn face and a build like King Kong. A dock light illuminated the muscles shaking under his torn T-shirt. He looked like a nice enough fellow. He was my only hope. I called to him, hoping Jess wouldn't hear me from the next room. I put my arm though the small opening and waved frantically.

"Hey, Miss," he said, standing up. His face was almost even with my porthole. The swells drifted his boat closer. I had to tell him things fast… but not too much. Any normal person would think I was out of my mind if I tried the truth.

"These people are holding me against my will," I whispered. "Can you help me?" He acted like I'd asked him to help carry a package or something; his face showed no sign of fear.

"You see that hatch forward of you… the one in the roof?" He was close enough to the porthole now to see that I was bare-breasted but I couldn't bother with modesty now. I went to the hatch he'd told me about. It was funny that I hadn't noticed it before. The handle worked! I hurried back to the porthole.

"They have me chained in here," I whispered to him. "I guess that's why they didn't bother to lock that thing."

The big man jerked his head. The next thing I knew he was slipping over the rail, pulling himself up onto the boat. He lifted the hatch quietly and let himself down into the cabin. He was even bigger than I'd first thought. Six foot six or seven and well over two hundred pounds. I put a finger to my lips to warn him and then pointed at the chain where it was locked to the loop of steel in the floor.

He wrapped a coil or two of chain around his hands and I saw the big muscles in his back stand out. The loop tare out of the floor with a ripping sound. I heard Jess in the next room.