cut into the corners of her mouth unmercifully. She wanted to scream and couldn't. The thin trickle of blood from the cut flesh started dribbling down her chin.
'You brought that on yourself, girl. You shouldn't say naughty things like that.'
He rubbed his hand over the curve of her ass again. She flinched. He instantly swatted her bottom, open handed. The swat stung. She imagined his handprint left in her snowy white flesh. The ugly red fingermarks might take some time to go away.
'Don't think you're gonna tell anybody about this, either. I'm not gonna hurt you. But I can – and I will!'
She saw the glint of steel again. He held the switchblade close to her face. The point came closer, ever closer. She almost fainted when he lightly pressed the tip into her cheek. A tiny droplet of blood welled up and then slowly ran down her face to join the stream of blood from the corners of her mouth.
'Pain. That's what I'll give you if you open that fat yap of yours to anybody. But I can be good to you, too. Like this.'
She cringed when the cold steel touched the skin just above her waist. A quick jerk and he cut her panties away. She was widely exposed to his lascivious pleasure.
'God, I never seen a cunt I wanted to fuck more!'
She managed to scream in spite of the string crossing her mouth when the cold steel blade touched her pussy lips. He laughed harshly, then she heard the clatter of the knife on the table.
'No more knife, kid. This is the real thing now. A man's sword. A real cock!'
She screamed again as his prick surged all the way up her dry cunt. Never had a man tried fucking her until she was well greased with her fuck fluids. The dry passage of his cock all the way up into her belly threatened to tear her apart.
'Shit. No maiden juice. What's with you, girl? You frigid or something? Or maybe you don't like men.'
She wanted to protest, to tell him off. It wasn't possible. The humiliating position in which she was tied made any struggle useless. With her legs tied apart the way they were, she couldn't close herself up to him. Her cunt gaped, wide open and vulnerable to his attacks.
And with her hands bound as they were, she couldn't hope to fend him off. If ever a girl had ever been at the mercy of a man, she was. And she hated the feeling immensely.
'I want you, girlie. And I'm in the position to get what I want. I'm not like you.'
His hands caressed her warm assflesh again. She felt tiny tremors working into her body. No matter what he did, she both hated and liked it. In spite of herself, the spanking and now his hands all over her buttocks were turning her on.
She felt the thin trickle of her cunt juices, then heard this triumphant cry.
'Damn, I was right. You do like it! I can feel you getting all damp and excited around my cock!'
Her body quaked uncontrollably. She hated herself for this but couldn't stop it. Showing fear was wrong, she knew that instinctively. Yet, was it fear she felt? Really? Or was it desire? Did she want to be violated by this berserk sex fiend? Was she so perverted she enjoyed being raped by him?
There were no easy answers. With her hands tied the way they were, and her legs secured to the legs of the chair, she wasn't going anywhere. She had to take whatever he gave her.
And right now, that was degradation – and one hell of a long prick.
She felt it tickle her innermost pussy flesh. His cock was so big she wondered how she ever took it all the way up her juicy cunt. The huge cock was stretching her in all ways at once. She thought her flesh might tear, so full was her cunt with his prick.
'Please, oh, God, please!' she sobbed. She didn't know what she was begging him for. It could as easily have been for him to let her alone as it was to have him really fuck her tight, fluid little cunt.
'Like it, don't you? I told you they all loved my prick. Feel it dancin' around inside you?'
He jerked his hips forward and began rotating his hips. The long prick started stirring around in her twat. The cock touched her everywhere inside. It was merciless in its search for new nerves to stimulate.
She was crying openly now. Pleasure poured through her like water into a jug. But even worse, she felt degraded. To be tied up like this, then to actually respond! It was humiliating. This meant she'd do anything, no matter how gross, for sex.
For a man's cock, she'd jump through a hoop. To get herself well fucked, she'd obey any command. No matter that he had her tied up. She liked it. She liked his cock. She liked him fucking her.
'Stop it, stop it! I don't want you to do this to me!'
'You say no when you mean yes, is that it?' he guessed rightly. 'I'm going to really sock it to you.'
If she thought he was fucking her before, she quickly changed her mind. Never had the young girl felt so much cock hammering into her soft, yielding cant. He pulled out until only the broad arrowhead of his prick remained inside her cunt lips.
Then, with a huge shove from his powerful hips, he roared all the way up her well-greased pussy. The prick pulled and stretched her tight cunt in all possible directions. When he was buried balls deep in her twat, he did a funny little jump that gave his cock an up and down motion.
She came.
She hadn't felt her body responding in this way. It just happened. One moment, she was crying out her frustration and anger. The next, she was sobbing from the great emotional and physical release of her orgasm.
'Ha! All you bitches love me when I fuck you like that. Try this and see how you like it!'
She almost passed out. His cock began jumping and dancing in her cunt. She never knew exactly what he did, but his prick seemed to grow to twice its size while it was all the way up her cunt. The girl knew he was tearing her apart. That's all she could feel, that mighty prick twisting and tearing away at her guts.
'Stop it! I can't stand it! Oooooooh!'
The waves of pain passed through her and mixed with the pleasure from his powerful fucking. The familiar noise of his prick easing in and out of her pussy came to her ears. She moaned but even this failed to drown out the sounds of the fucking.
The friction burned at her insides. Her twat tightened around the already gigantic cock. That increased the friction of his fucking even more. He was making self-satisfied noises that infuriated her.
But bound, she was helpless. No matter how he wanted to treat her, she was at his mercy. The feel of his hairy thighs rubbing against her naked ass as he drove into her cunt from behind gave her a shivery feeling. It wasn't a good feeling, yet it sent her pulse racing even faster than before.
As his cock split her cunt lips and shot all the way up into her belly, she came again.
Her hands were wooden and threatened to fall off from lack of blood. The way he had her ankles tied cut the circulation off there, too. She was one seething mass of pain – and still her cunt radiated pure pleasure. She was enjoying this degradation. No matter how he defiled her, she was getting off on it!
Her body shivered through still another climax, then she felt his cock erupt. He spewed out his hot jism into her tiny cunt for long minutes. She was certain he'd pumped gallon after gallon of his cum into her before his cock deflated.
Limp, he fell from her cunt. She could see him fucking his prick away in his pants. Picking up the knife, he quickly and deftly cut her bonds. The string fell away from wrists and ankles as if by magic.
'Remember, cunt, you don't tell nobody. Not a single Goddamn person, got that?'
He kicked her in the ass. She moaned and nodded that she understood.
He didn't see the burning hatred in her eyes or he might not have been so complacent as he left the kitchen.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Melissa avoided Jonathon the rest of the day. At dinner, she refused to say a word to him and only spoke to her mother when spoken to. The woman didn't seem to notice anything wrong. She was too wrapped up in her stud husband.
'I missed you so, Jon. The day has been sooooo long!'
