Robert Jenkins - Suzy in bondage

"Don't wear her out, Hank. We've got some customers lined up for her tonight."

Hammer wrapped his long fingers around Sue's jaw. Jerked her head around so she had to look him straight in the eye.

"You will entertain my friends, won't you?" he said with icy menace.

Sue nodded dumbly, her eyes wide with fear. Worst of all, she knew now that no matter how much the men disgusted her, once their cocks slid up into her shameless cunt, she would react like a wild, lusting animal.

"And one more thing," Hammer added. "This may surprise you, but we've gone into business with your old man. In a real shady deal. If you don't play ball from now on, he goes to prison."

The last of Sue's resistance was shattered. She knew she had gotten her father into this. Now she would have to accept her fate. She couldn't let him pay for what she had done.

"I'll do anything you want," she said brokenly.

Sue didn't know how long she lay sobbing on the mattress after Hank and the other two men left. Time hardly existed for her any more. How long had she been here? Weeks? Longer?

At the very first, thoughts of escape had kept the girl's hopes up. But when she learned that disobedience to Frank Hammer could only result in the destruction of her family, she completely lost hope.

She never thought about Ben any more. Not after she learned from Glenda about their wild fuck.

Sue was still trying to figure out just where she had first gone wrong, when she noticed something strange about the door.

There was a gleam of light around the edge. Hank and the others had forgotten to close it all the way!

Sue had been in this grim little room for so long! An overpowering urge to walk out of that unlocked door swept over her. Not to escape, of course. That was impossible. But just to see what was on the other side.

Sue stepped out into the hall. Sue was so used to being naked now that she hardly noticed. There was no one in sight.

There was a door on the other side of the hall. She opened it. On the other side was an office. She went inside. There was a big desk, and on it, a nameplate reading: "Frank Hammer". So this was Frank's office.

Curiously Sue opened a drawer. There was a black automatic pistol inside. With a shudder she shut the drawer. She'd hated guns ever since her father had forced her to learn to fire one.

Then she saw the telephone. Oh God! A chance to reach the outside world without actually running away.

Picking up the phone with trembling fingers, Sue dialed her parent's number. She was afraid, but she had to find out how they were.

Her mother answered. "Mom?" Sue said shakily.

There was a long silence on the other end.

"Susan? Is that you? Where are you?"

"I can't tell you, Mom. But how're you? How's Dad?"

"You mean you don't know?" The voice on the other end of the line was shrill.

"Know what?"

"He's dead!"

"Dead?" Sue was horrified. "But how…?"

"He killed himself!" The voice was shriller, menacing. "He said something just before… he did it. He said you forced him, that he would have never broken the law otherwise…"

But Sue wasn't listening. Slowly she put the phone back on the hook. She stared blindly at the wall.

Then there was the sound of voices in the hall.

"Come on in, Glenda. We'll look over last night's receipts."

It was Frank Hammer's voice. Sue ducked down behind the desk.

Hammer and Glenda came in, closed the door. For a moment they were facing away from the desk, murmuring to one another. Sue slid the desk drawer open. Took out the heavy pistol.

Then she stood up, naked, the big black weapon in her hand.

"Frank… Glenda. Turn around," she said quietly. "I have a surprise for you."