Debbi Matthews - Debbi_s dirt road

"Oh no, I couldn't," the man said. He -was obviously considering the idea. "They told me not to let you get away."

"Oh, I wouldn't. I promise. I'm only a helpless girl. What could I do? Please, it hurts," Debbi entreated, knowing that this man was the only chance she had for freedom.

"You've got a pretty pussy. And such nice tits. They made them hurt," the man said.

"Yes, they did. But touch my pussy if you like," Debbi urged. The man ran his hand through her soft pubic fur. His breathing became heavier.

"Pretty. Nice and soft," he replied dumbly, still continuing the motion.

"I'll suck you off if you want. Eat your cock. But untie me..

"Okay, I'll untie the pretty girl," the man said, moving down to her legs. He untied her in an instant. Debbi moved her legs around to get the blood circulating. Then she sat up.

"Take out your prick. I'll suck it for you," Debbi urged. He struggled to get it out of his pants. It was already hard as a rock. A drop of lubricant glistened at the tip.

"Okay," was all he said.

"That's nice. I'll suck it," Debbi repeated. She opened her lips and captured the dick in the hot trap of her mouth.

"Yes, you suck it," the man said. He tensed as

she released the dick and once more let it pass through her tightly clenched lips. She took special care to see to it that the mouth flick continued just until the man was boiling and eager to come. Then she let the prick fall from her lips.

"You suck!" the man urged. He was alarmed at having the delicious friction suddenly stopped. He pushed his cock against her closed lips, but the girl refused to open her mouth and continue sucking him off.

"No. Release my hands first, or I won't suck you," Debbi said. She carefully watched the movements of the man.

"I can't… they said I shouldn't… okay," he finally agreed. He reached into his pockets and produced a key. Her hands were soon free. Debbi quickly worked the strained muscles into usefulness.

"Now you suck," the man said, and Debbi took his cock deep into her mouth. She knew that the man would be too strong for her to overcome. What he lacked in intelligence, he compensated for in brute strength. She would wait until she had him at a disadvantage. And judging by his state of excitement, it would be soon.

Debbi sensed the man beginning to come, so she acted fast. Even as her tongue tasted the first flood of semen, her fist went up?as hard as she could move it into his vulnerable balls. The man simply groaned and doubled up. His cock still spewed his sperm over her body, some even landing in her hair. She rose up and pushed him down.

"You son of a bitch!" Debbi howled at the man. He was helpless. Debbi seized a large piece of pipe and hit the man several times on the head with it.

When he was motionless, Debbi wasted no time in fishing through his pockets. She found the

desired set of car keys and ran out of the garage. The men who had abducted her were not around. Several cars were lined up on the street. She frantically tried the key in three of them with no success.

The fourth car was the one. Debbi got in and jammed the key into the ignition. She was still naked, save for the fur coat and boots. The instinct for self-preservation was strong in the girl. She took careful note of her location before driving off.

Debbi had to maneuver down several streets to finally get her bearings. But it was only a short distance from the garage to her hotel.

Debbi cursed all the people who had put her in her present position. She had always been a good girl. She had always done what her parents had told her. It certainly wasn't her fault that her glands were overactive.

The telephone call to Willie was frantic: "Hello, Willie. Three motherfuckers worked me over for two hours. They hurt my body. Real bad. Get over here, for christsakes!" Debbi demanded.

"Right, babe," was all Willie said, and he slammed down the phone. Debbi thought his voice was very peculiar. He was either high on coke, or on some kind of trip. It aggravated her that she had almost been killed for a man who spent the money she earned to get high. And now, when Debbi needed him most, he was so bombed out of his mind that he would be of little use to her.

The wait was a long one, and Debbi was rapidly losing her patience. She paced angrily about the mom, pounding her fist against anything that came in her way in a show of impotent rage. But this outburst did not satisfy her need for emotional release. So she stopped and threw herself down on

the bed, finally satisfying her need to cry. She was still watery eyed when Willie entered. He let himself in with the extra room key he always kept.

"Holy Shit! What the hell is going down? You pullin' some jive shit on Willie?" Willie demanded, moving quickly toward the girl.

"What are you talking about? I was beaten and raped by a couple of goons that wanted your dope and money!" Debbi exclaimed.

"Raped you? Hah! You're a fuckin' whore! Why would they want to rape you?" Willie laughed, hovering over her. His agitated motions and slightly unsure walk told her he was really high.

"Listen, you stoned-out prick, those fuckers ripped off three grand of mine!" Debbi shouted in anger.

"What! You sassy-assed cunt!" Willie shouted back. He slapped her hard. She made the mistake of trying to fight back. Though her pimp was spaced out, he still had enough strength and manual dexterity to beat the girl into submission.

Debbi curled up defensively on the bed, nursing the new wounds which seemed so much more painful. They came from her supposed protector, reminding Debbi how alone she was in the world.

"Now, if you're calm enough, you can tell me about them," Willie said. He reached into his pocket for a cigarette. He smoked while she explained what had happened. Debbi made mention of every detail as she vividly remembered

it. She carefully left out the part where she clubbed the man in the garage. She had hit him a bit too hard, but he was still breathing when she ran out of there.

Willie took a minute to digest what she'd said. "They're dead. Those fuckers are finished. Nobody rips off Willie or roughs up one of his women."

"What about my money?" Debbi asked. She knew it had been her passport to freedom.

"You got no money. You'll give me every last cent and spend what I give you. No more of that hoarding shit," Willie said. His voice had a finality that told Debbi the subject was closed. "Now, I want a blow job. You're beat up and sore, okay, You'll heal. But I gotta get a load off before my nuts turn blue." So saying, Willie unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock.

Debbi was horrified at the suggestion. It was inhuman to expect her to do something like that after what she'd been through. But Willie insisted. Debbi opened her mouth and began to blow him. The tears flowed from her eyes as she moved her lips in a skillful manner.

"Suck it, suck it, suck it…" Willie repeated, his already high brain reaching still new peaks as his senses were expanded through her oral caresses. Debbi knew that Willie would have to be removed from her life. She would leave him, but she wanted him to suffer first. She wasn't certain how she would do it. But even as her mouth noisily moved up and down his cock, she knew that Willie would pay.

"Oh, so fine, Mama," Willie groaned. Debbi said nothing, but tickled the sensitive glans with her tongue, the motion making him squirm in ecstasy. Debbi felt cheated by the pimp she was blowing. She had wanted security, but he had reduced her to less than a slave. Serving men or women was something Debbi never wanted to do again.

The spit was warm as it coated his slippery dick. She exerted extra pressure with her full lips on the swollen knob. Willie groaned and shook as the spunk ripped out of his overloaded balls. Debbi drank down the hot seed, feeling the power she