Robert Vickers - Fit to be tied

He slapped her. "Talk and I'll stop this."

"You son of a bitch! I hate your guts!"

"You're only making it worse. You can't escape. And even if you do, who is going to believe a cop did this to you? No one, that's who. Now give me the information!"

"No."

The ragged burns on her body hurt like hell. But the more they hurt, the more she vowed not to tell him a Goddamned thing. He couldn't torture the information from her.

She almost blacked out when he focused the magnifying glass between her legs. He was searching out her most delicate parts. Her pussy lips began to wrinkle up under the heat. The pubic hair was burning with a horrible odor. Her entire cunt was painfully alive.

"Talk!"

She shook her head. She didn't trust herself to speak. She might give him the information he wanted.

He dropped down to his knees, kneeling between her slender legs. He took one leg in each hand and lifted. She was rocked back onto her shoulders, her cunt widely exposed to the man's crotch. He took her legs under his armpits and ran down his zipper. A long, ugly red prick leaped out, eager to bury itself in some pussy.

"You stupid bitch. This could have been more pleasant for you. But you had to rock the boat. I'm gonna have my pleasure with you and to hell with the way you feel!"

"Don't, Bill! Please don't do it to me!"

"Talk, then. Tell me what I want to know!"

She simply shook her head, her brown hair forming a little halo around her skull. The girl wasn't about to give in this easily. She didn't know why it mattered so much. Her burns hurt terribly. And the way he'd used that burning glass all over her snatch had been the sheerest agony.

Perhaps that was why she had decided never to tell him a thing about Love, Inc.. He might have been able to get her to talk eventually if he'd been nice about it. But not now, she'd never tell this rapist bastard a thing.

She gasped as his cock fucked hard into her cunt. She had a dry hole, he had done nothing to get her excited about this. Her skin was burned and charred in places from his abuse. But she knew it would do no good to beg further. He was going to rape her.

She might not enjoy it but she would try. That was the only way she had of getting back at this son of a bitch she'd once called her friend.

"Talk!"

He punctuated his demands with an especially hard thrust up her twat. He ground his crotch into hers. Their pubic hair mingled, his all sweaty and hers partially burned away. She tried to let the waves of joy pass through her and soothe some of the pain. It didn't work.

Her cunt lips were burned and raw. Her pussy mound was tortured and beginning to blister. Her tits were one solid red mass of abused flesh. Her entire body was in pain. She couldn't think about the joys that having a cock buried balls deep up her had once given her.

"Come on, baby, talk!"

He was fucking her with slow strokes. He lifted her ass completely off the ground and drove her shoulders into the ground. The dirt wasn't comfortable but at least it wasn't rocky. She could tolerate this.

Then she noticed the ants beginning to crawl over her belly. She could stand the way he was raping her, she was resilient enough to do that. The blisters and burns were terrible but that she could tolerate, too. But the ants?

When they began biting her, she found herself in a state of total pain. Nothing felt good. She was reminded of how the ice cubes had given her a numbness. This was worse.

She felt each and every bite from each and every ant. And all the while she was being devoured alive by the insects, he was fucking her. If he noticed what was happening, he didn't give any sign.

He was moaning now and she knew it wasn't from the pain she felt. He enjoyed fucking her. A tight pussy around his prick and he could get his rocks off. She wanted more than that from her lovemaking. Sure, a big cock was nice, but she wanted the man to care a little about her.

All he cared about was the precious information she had locked up inside her head. He wouldn't get it, no matter how many times he banged her.

"The ants, Bill! They're all over me! Brush them off! I can feel them getting up my ass! Stop them! Ungh!"

She sucked in her breath hard when the first wave of nausea hit her. The pain and the bugs and the burns and the hot sun hammering down on her naked body were taking their toll. She was beginning to weaken. And he kept on fucking her is if he were some sort of love machine.

"The hell with all that. Give me the info I want!"

"Never! Not as long as you're torturing me like this. Have some mercy, damn you!"

He laughed. She felt a cold chill pass through her body. This was a man capable of doing anything to gain his goals. She'd admired that spirit in him earlier. Now, she was beginning to hate his guts.

The cock fucking her was the same one she'd enjoyed all summer long. But now it felt different. It was no longer loving and capable of giving her the ultimate in human pleasure. It was punishing her. It was tormenting her for lack of cooperation.

She could feel it fucking hard against her soft pussy walls. The velvety folds expanded to take the prick as they usually did. But the juices she relied on to keep her cunt from becoming chafed were lacking. He was fucking a dry hole.

And loving it, if the expression on his face was my indication of his true feelings.

She began crying. The warm tears ran down her cheeks. The hot sunlight immediately evaporated the liquid and left salty tracks on her skin. She had never felt more confused in all her life.

The pain was mounting. And her entire body hurt abominably. The burns were becoming worse from her exposure to the sunlight. She couldn't even look straight up into the sky without the sun searing at her eyes. Blue and yellow spots danced in front of her from the too-bright sun.

And the ant bites were beginning to burn. The acid from the ants had been chewing away at her tender flesh. She knew there was no help for them now that she was completely a prisoner of this madman.

He was a man who enjoyed rape. The suffering on her face would be a goad to him. She felt his cock chafing against her inner tissues again. The tiny flow of liquid she felt beginning deep inside her had to be blood. It wasn't her love juices. There wasn't the slightest bit of arousal on her part for this man or his hard driving cock.

"You're a stupid bitch if you don't talk – quick! You think I'm enjoying this? Hell, you're dumber than I thought!"

She said nothing. She groaned every time he fucked into her body. She felt little spears of pain jabbing into her guts. The man's cock was warm and strong inside her, but it didn't bring her alive like it once did. Only pain registered on her brain.

She remembered the good old days when they'd make love, sometimes even out in a field like this. The way his cock had felt then was totally different. Her cunt would be frothing with excitement at the mere thought he wanted to ball her.

She would even seduce him with little wiggles of her ass, a straightening of her shoulders to shove her tits out a bit more. To fuck with him had been wonderful. Not a bit like it was now.

The dirt was beginning to irritate her skin. The ants were pestering her so badly, she realized at long last she must have been dumped on top of an entire hill of them. Wiggling in the man's clutches, she tried to get away. It wasn't possible but if she could move away just enough to get off the ant hill, it would be worth the effort.

"Stop that! Or I'll use the magnifying glass on you again."

She looked up at him and tried to decide which was worse, the burning hot light searing her flesh or the ants slowly chewing away at her. She finally decided it was probably better letting the ants sting and plant their nasty poisons in her flesh. The pain was more immediate but would heal sooner.