Walter Collins - Juicy young piece

Mrs. Johnson had supplied him with the heavy cloth strips. I could tell he'd much rather had ropes or chains, but those left marks, so he was out of luck. The man had been alert and spotted the location of the emergency bell when I'd called Mrs. Johnson earlier. Now he tied my hands cruelly behind my back and rolled me over. Then he pulled my feet over my head and tied my ankles to the top rail of the old iron bedstead.

When he was finished, only my head, shoulders and tethered arms were on the mattress. My ass and pussy were in the air. I was entirely at his mercy. The bell was mounted on the wall, right behind the head of the bed, and I was tied so I couldn't reach it. I glanced down. My pussy still had dog cum smeared all over it. That seemed to excite the man even more. I stared nervously as he examined the paddle that had been left for him. He finally tossed it aside in disgust and left the room.

He came back in a few minutes with one of the water hoses off the washing machine. I began to struggle in desperation as he wedged the chair under the door knob. All of my inner warning systems were ringing now. It was too late. I couldn't free myself or reach the bell. He walked over to where I lay and dipped his finger into my cunt.

Backing off, he took out a pen knife and sliced the end off the hose. "Please…" I whimpered shakily. "You're bad-evil! I'm going to teach you a lesson!" he babbled. He stepped out of my line of sight. I heard a swishing sound. The rubber hit me directly across the cunt, in the center of my split. I screamed at the top of my, lungs. The pain was incredible! Blow after blow smashed into my exposed cunt and buttocks. He didn't stop until I lost control and pissed all over myself.

He licked his lips and undid my ankles, tying them to the foot of the bed. Then he picked up the paddle and smacked my right tit real hard. I screamed again. The paddle raised up and came down again! Time after time it raised slowly and swished viciously back down. My tits puffed up and my nipples started to ooze blood. The pain seemed to go on forever. The wild-eyed, slobbering man kept dancing around and around, striking me here and there. I gave up screaming, convinced that no one could hear me. Finally I passed out.

When I came around, I thought I was going to die. My whole body ached. I don't know what else he'd done to me but it must have been something. I opened my eyes for a second and saw that I was still in the room with the man. Only now the man was a corpse. His neck seemed broken, and his head was hanging at a weird angle, as he slumped in the chair beside the bed.

Mrs. Johnson and her two bouncers were talking. They had their backs to me and apparently didn't know I'd come around. "Okay," one of the men was saying. "We dump the dude in the desert. You want us to take the girl to the hospital?" “Can't," Mrs. Johnson sighed regretfully. "If she talks, we'll be shut down and go to jail. If you hadn't killed that clown we'd be all right. Now I can't take the chance."

"The girl's in pretty bad shape," the second man said. "Do any of the girls upstairs know what's been going on down here?" the madam asked. The men shook their heads. I fought desperately not to black out again, but lost. I heard the madam tell the two men to dump Hitler and me in the desert with the other body, and I opened my mouth to plead for mercy. The words never got out.

When I came around again, I was back at the old ranch. Trinket was wiping my sunburned brow and Hitler was curled up at my side. Trinket told me I'd been out of my head for two days. I asked what had happened and she told me that a prospector who'd been buying pot from us, and knew me by sight, had stumbled across me. I'd been dumped in a gully fifteen miles east of Barstow.

The man had gotten me into some shade and walked ten miles to a phone. He'd called a guy who acted as a go-between for Jack Rabbit in town. The guy had come out and brought me back. It took almost a month to regain my strength and get so I was ready to join in with everyone else again. When I was finally ready, I had Trinket tell Jack Rabbit I was ready to see him when he wanted. He sent word back that I could come over.

"Hi…" I said, standing nervously at the door to his office. "You gonna stay this time?” the leader asked coldly. I nodded. "Come with me," he said, motioning me to the back room. "Take off your clothes, Ginger." My stomach tensed. I was suspicious of any man now and I feared him. But I had no choice, I did as I was told.

I was naked, the man walked around me, weighing my tits, testing the softness of my nipples, pinching my ass, and pulling gently on my pubic hair. I stood frozen like a statue, praying he wouldn't beat me up for leaving the last time. He kept this game up without actually hurting me. He didn't say a word. I became so scared that my knees started to shake. Finally he pointed to the old mattress on the floor and ordered me to lay down.

I was so relieved over not being slapped or hit that I flew to it and threw myself down without reservation. He stood over me. My fear returned and I curled up, watching as he undid his wide belt. I didn't relax until he unzipped his fly, dropped his pants and tossed them aside. He was doing a strip-tease and it was fascinating to watch. His shirt came off. He stood, wearing only his shorts, as he stared down at me.

I watched as he slowly rolled the briefs down. He kept his monstrous cock hidden from view until the last possible second before letting it flop into view. It was a gorgeous thing, which hung half way to his knees. "Understand from Mark that you can't get enough of cocksucking. I'm going to let you suck all you want, baby. In fact, since lunch is just over, I want you to suck on my prick 'til supper. If you don't…"

I didn't need a second invitation for that. I hadn't had any sex in over a month. I was scared of men, but not because of sex. I just didn't want to be punished or beaten anymore. I still liked cocks and my long recovery had made me really want one bad. It would be wonderful to lay back and keep a cock prisoner between my teeth for as long as I liked. He had me roll over on my side. I lay so my pussy was in his face and he could fill my mouth with his prick. He tasted salty, dirty, and smelled of old sex and need.

In other words, he smelled like an animal. I hadn't minded that before. It was just that I'd gotten used to clean, well-cared-for pricks. What he lacked in cleanliness was more than made up for in strength and power. The first couple of strokes on his long cock tugged and stretched it to firmness. Then, without any further problem, I sucked it. He seemed to enjoy having me gnaw his cock like a bone. He didn't complain when I ran my tongue back and forth. I wasn't worried. He'd told me I had to keep it up until supper and I didn't want to wear myself out.

His head rested easily on my thigh and he took his time fingering my cunt and clit. It was such a nice change of pace to be able to take all of the time in the world. The cock in my mouth was so big I wondered if it shouldn't really belong to a horse instead of a man. It was discouraging to take so much into my throat and find that I still had at least three inches of cock left over.

The whole prick was well proportioned and his knotty veins were far more exciting than the ones on a regular-sized cock. The veins were so big and powerful I could almost feel the blood rushing through them. The hole in the end of his dick was large enough for me to get the tip of my tongue in. I cleaned the old sperm and fresh cooze oil away. He mashed his lips against my cuntlips and rolled them against each other cruelly. My belly began to feel warm and I felt the first wet.trickle of cuntjuice as it ran from my pussy.

His big balls lay across the bridge of my nose and the hair tickled my face. I wrapped my fingers around that part of his meat I couldn't get in my mouth. I rubbed it like he would, as if he was jacking off. The rest of the soothing cock simmered and boiled in my mouth and I lay there like a baby, sucking and sucking. His tongue found my clit at last and he started building me up to the first of several climaxes. I shivered and moaned. Every time I'd start to work faster, he stopped and made me go back to a slower pace.