oversized penis. Nothing. Why was she frightened? She was just being silly. Just plain silly! Hadn't she taken Bo's magnificent prick? The image of Bo's huge hammer hanging on this little man flashed through her mind and brought her instant relief. Impossible, he would look like a man on a cock instead of a cock on a man. 'Lead the way!' She could handle him. 'That's what I'm here for!'
'Rightttt!' Alex's face brightened. He spun on his peggie legs and waddled toward the rear of the shop. 'Take care of things,' he called to Herbie and Bruce, 'and don't bother me or I break your legs.'
They waved and nodded. Alex opened the door and nodded her in. It was just an office and a small one at that. There was a roll-top desk, a couple of chairs, a spittoon and that was it. Dee Dee didn't understand. Where was she supposed to lie down? The floor was unbelievably dirty and greasy. 'Where?' she started to ask. 'What?'
'Through that door.' Alex brushed on by her and opened another one. This room was something out of an eighteenth century torture chamber.
The room was completely mirrored, floor, walls and ceiling. There was a six-foot iron wheel affair with hand and leg irons in one corner. Handcuffs on the end of chains were hanging from the ceiling and all kinds of whips and paddles were resting against the mirrored walls.
In the center of the room was an eight-foot water bed with straps and things attached to its iron frame, and sprinkled about the floor were padded horses, the kind she used in gym class to practice the olympic events of jumping or hand exercises.
'You like it baby?' Alex grinned. 'Me an' Marcus built it special. What's your hang-up? Like to be chained? Whipped? Maybe have your ass paddled? You name it, we go it!'
Dee Dee's blood turned to ice-water. Chained. Beaten? Whipped? Mother Mary, what had she gotten herself into? He had to be crazy. She looked to tell him it was all off, that she couldn't, nor would she do this. There just had to be another garage or another way to get Doyle's fixed. This dwarf was perverted!
Alex was stripping off his shirt. He glanced at her, 'Well, get 'em off, baby. I can't fuck you if you're dressed!'
'That's all,' Dee Dee said. 'None of the whips.'
Surprise crossed Alex's ugly horse face, 'You don't want a warm-up?'
Dee Dee shook her head. 'I never… no, I don't think so.'
He shrugged. 'Suit yourself, but get them off so I can see what I've bought.'
Relief flooded so powerfully through Dee Dee that she became light-headed. Just fucking, thank God. She wasn't going to be tortured. She hurriedly stripped off her clothes before he changed his mind.
Alex turned away to keep this tender beautiful chick from seeing the almost raw sexual pleasure that he knew was flooding his face by conning her. It worked every time. Sure the whips and chains were for broads who asked for them! Sure they were, and the Pope was a Jew, too. Stilt this one was so young, so small, so inexperienced maybe he wouldn't use 'em. His cock rose to half-mast at the sight of her young creamy vibrant body. Her breasts were invitingly large and stood firm and proud to the world. Her waist was tiny, her stomach muscles were rippling under satin skin, even her rounded thighs and sponge-rubber ass cheeks cried out promises of childlike glee and joy. She had perfect legs and a moist pouting mons veniris that was barely covered by silken, sparse hall's. Oh yes, yes, ah youth, it had been so long since he had fucked a sixteen-year-old that he had forgotten what virgin pink nipples tasted like or what thrills of pleasure lay in their first reactions to sensuous pain. Besides, he couldn't afford not to do without the chains and degradation. She was sixteen. If she changed her mind after the car was fixed, she could turn him in for statutory rape. Therefore, regardless of how cock-stiffeningly beautiful she was, or how good or bad a fuck she would be, nothing was worth twenty years in jail. No, he couldn't afford skipping the fun treatment. When she walked out of her, today, if she walked away, he corrected himself, he wanted her believing it had all been a nightmare that couldn't have happened to her. Or at least, something she would never want to talk about. Besides, what good was a willing fuck? He liked to hear them squeal.
Dee Dee was surprised at the shape and size of the dwarf's cock. She didn't know if she had been expecting a man's prick to fit his trunk size or a wee peepee to fit his stubby legs and arms, but, certainly not this. It was five or six inches of thin bluish-veined shaft, topped by an ugly purple over-large, arrow-pointed glans penis. 'Uggh,' she shuddered involuntarily. It was a, a, devil's tail. A dwarf spear and… rising. Oh Lord!
'On the floor.' Alex said, pointing to one of the padded horses and added, 'and layover that thing.'
'Why?' Dee Dee was alarmed. 'What's the matter with the bed?'
'You're fucking me. Remember,' Alex leered, 'and I like it doggy.'
Dee Dee sighed in relief. Doggy made sense. His legs were so small, he would have to stand even with her so low. Besides, doggy-fashion she wouldn't have to look at him. She got on her knees and eased over the soft, padded horse. It was too high. She almost teetered. 'It's…' she started, but Alex cut her off.
'I know… I can see.' He turned something and cranked her down. He stopped when her knees and elbows hit the floor, and she was braced comfortably across the horse. 'Better?' he asked.
Dee Dee started to nod, then felt the cold ring of steel clamp around her neck and the ratchet closed. Oh God! She damn near fainted. 'What? What?' She looked at the chain leading from whatever was encircling her neck to a ring in the floor. She was chained down. Like a… a…
Alex laughed. 'Relax, baby. It's just a collar. When I fucks doggy, I fucks doggy! That's your collar!'
Dee Dee couldn't believe what was happening. She was chained like an animal. Alex jerked her left knee outward and another cold ring attached just behind her knee. Before she fully understood, he savagely jerked her right knee outward and again the cold steel ribbon was attached. Good God! She was now helpless with her legs splayed apart and chained so she couldn't move. She panicked. 'Stop, let me loose! Take them off! Let me go! I've changed my mind! I don't want to do this!!' Oh God, she was frightened. Helplessly chained down and defenseless. What was he going to do? She tried to struggle but the collar bit into her neck and made her choke. She quit her thrashing and caught her breath.
'You're learning, baby. Flop around and you choke yourself. Now just relax. You're going to like this!'
She felt him move between her legs and felt his small calloused misshapened fingers rub and squeeze her ass cheeks.
'Ahhh,' he said, 'a fine ass, baby, fine ass. I'm going to like this!'
Oh God! If only she could die. This was… was horrible. There was none of the feeling as with Bo, Herbie, or Bruce. This was awful. He was treating her like a whore. A dog. She felt his grotesque hot spear rub against her cunt lips and thrilled at the pleasure sparks it caused, in spite of herself. She didn't want to do this, didn't want to be in this position, but oh my, how good his burning cock felt. Still, it was wrong.
'Please,' she begged, 'let me go! Please, don't do this, not this way!'
'Oh, you don't want me to fuck you!' Alex's voice was inquisitive.
Dee Dee bit her lip. She didn't, she did, she had too, but not like this. Not like an animal. 'No, please, let me up!'
'Awww,' he said, 'you're just not in the mood, baby. I'll tell you what I'll do. I won't fuck you until you ask me! That fair enough!' His small hard fingers ran down the inside of her thighs. His hard throbbing devil's cock was brushing her leaking cunt. The calloused roughness of his hands made her feel she was being scraped with sandpaper, but it felt strangely exciting.
'Yes,' she said, 'yes, not until I say!'
'Good!' Alex agreed. 'Deal!' Then she felt cold wood on her right ass cheek. Good God, what now!
She turned and saw Alex leering at her, holding a ping-pong paddle in his right hand. Still watching her eyes, he raised the wooden weapon, then came down hard on her right ass cheek.
Whaackkk!!!
The sound of the wooden blade striking her fleshy buttocks filled the room. Her hips jerked, convulsing her body. She cried out in pain. 'Eeeeiiiiiaaaaaggg!!!' The second blow ripped another cry of suffering from her as excruciating pain filled her twin ass cheeks. A red, fiery wave spread up and down her back like an uncontrolled conflagration. Her entire body was consumed by the agonizing fire roaring in her buttocks.
Whack! Whack! The paddle struck two more times. Her chained frame writhed in tortured agony. Tears streamed from her eyes, and her body shook with heavy sobs. She cried out in uncontrolled hysterics.
'No more! No more! I can't stand it! Please! Please! Fuck me, or, please! Fuck me! Stop!' Her voice was a scream reverberating in the torture room.
'Awww, it ain't that bad, baby,' Alex said 'just a little old ping-pong paddle on the old ass mounts.' He struck
