legs.
'Dance,' he ordered. 'Dance for your master.'
She danced. She didn't know exactly what he wanted but she soon found out. The whip educated her quickly. It licked painfully across her ass, sought her cunt lips, hit her tits. Anywhere it might cause pain, the whip landed.
And the man laughed with gusto. This was pleasing him more than any of the fucking ever had.
As the whip sang and whistled through the air, Vicki began thinking of escape. This was slowly becoming uppermost in her mind. While the man had been fucking her, she could forget about such things. She could ignore the pain because the fucking was so good – or even, the pain contributed even more to the fucking.
She didn't know.
But now she was anxious to get away from this awful, evil man in any way she could.
Almost without thought, her arm reached out. The whip painfully curled around it, cutting deep in her flesh. But she yanked as hard as she could. The man was taken by surprise and fell forward, off balance.
He hit his head on the post beside the bed, momentarily stunning him.
'Ummm, my head,' he moaned, putting his hand to a bloody wet spot on his temple. 'I'll get you for this! You'll pay your dues in pain!'
Still acting on instinct, Vicki stripped off one of her tattered mesh stockings and quickly stepped behind her would-be master. The stocking went easily around his neck. She pulled hard.
As he tried to roll to one side to escape the strangling stockings, she remembered her first day in his mansion. She placed her knee in the small of his back and pulled even harder. When he had passed out from lack of air, she released him. He fell limply to the rug.
For a long minute, Vicki didn't know what to do. She had attacked her master!
Then the ingrained training he had beaten into her weakened. She realized this might be the only chance she ever got to escape. Reaching down into the front of the man's shirt, she found the key to her dog collar. For the first time in weeks, perhaps months, the thick leather collar studded with spikes came off.
Breathing more easily, she searched the man for more keys. There was only the key to her door. But that would be enough, she knew. If she could tie him up, she could run away from here.
But simply tying him up wouldn't do. The man would be free too soon. And besides, she owed him something. She owed him for one hell of a lot of pain and agony during her stay in this velvet covered prison.
Vicki looked around the room, then slowly cast a glance at the ceiling. In a flash, everything came together in her mind. She moved a big chair under an eyebolt in the ceiling. A loop of rope went through the ring and around her master's neck in a noose.
As he slowly regained consciousness, the girl began to pull. When he was standing on the chair, on tiptoe, trying to get noose off his neck, she fastened the loose end to the post beside the bed. Then she moved faster and with more certainty than she had thought possible.
The cuffs came off her wrists and went around Mr. Valentine's. In a twinkling of an eye, she had the man's hands bound behind his back. He was standing on tiptoe to keep from hanging himself and his hands were securely fastened behind his back.
He looked like the victim of a lynch mob. And that was the best sight Vicki could have witnessed.
She sat on the bed and laughed hysterically. It was such a relief seeing Mr. Valentine, her tormentor for so long, tied up like this.
'Let… let me loose, you fool!'
'Not on your sweet life. You know, Mr. Valentine, I heard that men get even bigger hardons when the blood's being cut off to their heads. Something about bigger blood vessels or something. I want to try it and see.'
'Stop it this instant!'
Then she had his cock in her mouth, sucking hard. She felt his prick twitch and jerk passionately. And, she discovered, she was right. Cutting off some of the blood to his brain was actually making his cock grow larger. She could even tell that the man was getting more of a sexual thrill out of this blow job than he ever had from anything else she'd done for him in the past weeks.
She was strangling him to death and giving him the blow job of his life. It seemed a fair trade.
She sucked harder. Her tongue began whirling around the end of his cock. The huge purpled glands was literally pulsating with lust. She sucked and tried to stuff her tongue down his piss-slit. This caused the man to groan and begin trying to move.
For a moment, she took her lips away from his cock and warned, 'Move much and you'll fall off the chair. That'll hang you.'
But the head she was giving him must have been more intense than she believed possible. He wasn't able to stop shifting his weight from one foot to the other in a vain attempt to stuff his prick all the way into her mouth.
She decided to give him a real thrill – a last thrill. She started face fucking herself. Her head bobbed up and down the length of his prick. Her teeth scored red markings on the top and bottom of his cock until the man was screaming out his lust. Then she bobbed a bit farther and felt his prick sail down her throat.
She gave the man a good accounting, then moved back to where she could let her tongue dance all over the tip of his cock. She ran her tongue across the underside of his prick until the cock exploded in a wild surge of jism.
Sucking hard, she gobbled up every trace of his come. The pearly white man seed was milked entirely from his balls by the time her mouth moved away from his prick. But miraculously, he stayed erect. His boner had hardly changed after he came.
So she sucked some more. There wasn't any jism locked up in his balls, but the half-hanging obviously did great things for his cock. He kept that hardon longer than any other man the girl had ever even heard about. She figured Mr. Valentine for a world record erection. Even when her jaws tired of wrapping her mouth around his cock, he was still half-erect.
'Cotta go master,' she said sarcastically. Vicki knew he wouldn't be able to cry out. The noose was too tight around his neck. And standing on tiptoes insured he wouldn't get loose easily. The hands fled behind his back simply added to it.
One slip and he hanged himself. It was that simple.
Vicki went to the closet that had been denied her and rummaged through the clothes. She found several really attractive, expensive outfits. She stuffed these into a small bag. She found no bras but this didn't bother her. And the only panties had no crotches in them.
She turned to the dangling Mr. Valentine and did, 'You're a dirty old man, you know? Imagine. All those panties and not a one with a crotch. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers.'
Lithely, she climbed into a sexy pair. Then she donned an outfit that cost at least a thousand. Knee high boots finished the outfit. She picked up her bag, went to the door and unlocked it, turned and said, 'I don't think we'll be seeing each other again, Mr. Valentine.'
CHAPTER TWELVE
Vicki was more careful about hitchhiking this time. She didn't even try for any of the truckers. She had had her fill of them. Remembering Vic and Keith sent cold shivers racing up her spine. Besides, she was dressed like a woman of the world now.
She conned one family into giving her a lift down the road with a story about how her boyfriend had simply dumped her on the road. Another family obviously on vacation allowed her to ride along for the better part of a day.
But sunset was coming and she was shivering with cold on the side of the road. She allowed several trucks to pass by, then tried flagging down a station wagon tooling along the highway. It was dark and she could barely see the driver.
But he pulled over and that was all she needed. Pressing her face into the window on the passenger side,
