She didn't understand what was happening to her but it lit her up inside like a light bulb. She was soon panting as hard as the wolf.
The animal finally got its fill of licking the bound woman's pussy and trotted off into the darkness. She looked after it, wondering if it would do any good to fall out. It might come back; it might also bring the rest of the pack. She didn't want to repeat the degrading experience.
Still, that very humiliation of having a wild beast sniff around her cunt and then begin to lick her had brought out hated for Paul. Paul Carmody would pay for this. It was too simple to give up. She would hang on just to spite him. She wouldn't freeze out here. She would live and get her revenge on that blackmailing bastard.
In spite of her determination, Sandy was almost unconscious from exposure by the time the sun poked above the far tree-lined ridge. The stillness in the forest slowly gave way to the cawing of ravens and the cries of other birds defending their territory. She heard the crunch of boot-heels against gravel before she saw Paul.
Pulling her head erect, she tried to stare him down. She knew she must be a pathetic figure but she still had some dignity. She might be naked and dirty and have wild animal spit all over her cunt, but she was still going to show this frigging son of a bitch a thing or two.
'Good morning,' he said to her cheerfully. 'Have a nice little nap? I found the cabin a bit warm. I guess I put too much wood on the fire. And those heavy blankets. You know how hard it is to keep from suffocating under them.'
'I wish you had smothered,' she snapped.
'Still got the old school spirit, don't you? I guess a night outside didn't harm you any. Are you in the mood for breakfast?'
She felt the grumbling of her stomach and realized for the first time that she hadn't had anything to eat since lunch the prior day. She nodded her head, hardly daring to speak. Her lips were cracked and her throat felt as if someone had stuffed a wad of cotton down it. The exposure had gotten to her in a bad way.
Worse of all, her wrists and hands had no feeling. The blood had long since drained from them.
She decided to save her strength for when it would do the most good.
'Here's breakfast, baby. My prick. You get to eat all you can suck out of it!'
She watched in hypnotized fascination as the man pulled his limp cock from his pants. It dangled down the front of his pants. He wanted her to suck him off and drink the jism for her breakfast!
'You…' Words escaped her. She couldn't think of anything vile enough to describe Paul.
'I understand there's about twenty-three calories in a mouthful of come. If you suck really good, you might be able to drain my balls entirely. Not as good as the steak and eggs I had, but still better than nothing at all. Don't you agree, Sandy?'
She kicked out at him and immediately regretted it. Her arms and wrists couldn't stand the added strain of supporting her swinging body. Pain lanced down her back and exploded throughout her torso. Even her tits ached from exposure.
'I… I'll do it. But you have to let me down.' She intended to kick him as soon as she was free and then run for it. She thought that she could get his keys and get away in the car soon as he took the damned belt off her wrists and allowed her a little freedom.
She was wrong.
When he took the belt off her wrists, she discovered that she couldn't even stand up. She sank to the ground, weak and dizzy. The man laughed at her and said, 'Just about the right position to get to sucking. So suck, damn you, suck as hard and good as you can!'
Sandy knew she was beat. For now. She reached out and gently took the man's balls in her cupped hand. Her hand was icy cold from lack of blood. As soon as she began to get some feeling back into her hands, she drew his balls closer to her mouth.
'GO on and breathe on them. I like that. Makes me tinge all over when I feel your breath rustling through the fur on my halls.'
Her hands shook uncontrollably and it wasn't from the coldness of the wind caressing her naked body. She felt her nipples begin to harden and the tell-tale wetness mounted in her cunt. The sight of the man's balls was making her hot all over. She felt alternate hot and cold flashes throughout her body, and the way her spine tingled made it almost perfect.
Even the idea that he controlled her actions made her feel a little more excited. She hated herself for that. She was her own woman and no man could order her about as Paul did.
She still held his balls and gently bounced them in the palm of her hand. Then she applied her mouth to his cock. Paul's limp penis began to stir. She pressed her tongue against the side of his limp cock and licked it. Even as her tongue moved, his cock began to stir and pulse harder.
In less than a minute, she had a mouthful of prick. She responded more and more to Paul as his prick throbbed hard in her mouth.
'That's the way I like it,' he told her. 'Keep sucking. And don't you dare let my cock slip all the way out of your mouth!'
The way he said it made it an order. For a moment, the woman wanted to protest. Getting this close to his prick, though, robbed her of any desire to argue with him. She just wanted him to face-fuck her. To give him the proper idea, she bobbed her head up and down, taking the entire length of virile prick into her mouth.
The rubbery tip of his cock bounced off the roof of her mouth. She arched her neck and took his prick down her throat. She was no Linda Lovelace but she could swallow prick when she had to. The way Paul commanded her to suck on his cock, she didn't dare disobey.
Sandy didn't forget for a second the long hours she'd spent tied up and dangling from the tree limb. All the things that had happened to her reinforced her desire to get even with this guy. He'd raped her up the ass and fucked her in the cold lake and then tied her up and fucked her against the tree. The worst thing of all was leaving her for the wolves.
She trembled at the thought of the wolf coming up to her in the night and licking her cunt. It had been so exciting and frightening at the time. Now only anger and outright hatred remained hatred for the man responsible for putting her into such a predicament.
And it was the very man whose balls she so lovingly held in her cupped hands. She moved her face away from his groin. The prickly hairs of his crotch made her want to sneeze. Besides, she had to breathe. Having the long, hard prick buried all the way down her throat made breathing almost impossible.
'Don't do that,' came sharp words from Paul. 'I love the way your throat works on my prick. Tight! I love it!'
His hands laced through her hair and pulled her face back into his crotch. She gagged as his prick shot all the way down her throat again. She wasn't prepared for it this time. She let her throat bob up and down, caressing the most sensitive portion of his cock. It was all she could do against his overwhelming strength.
'Ummmm, yeah, that's nice!' he purred. The woman pulled herself back until only the thick glands of his prick remained between her sucking lips.
'Don't!' he yelled, sharper than before. 'Keep sucking, you dumb bitch. I want all you can offer and then I'll figure out even more!'
She didn't like the man's words. While her cunt was seething and achingly hollow, almost begging for cock to fuck it, she decided she wanted nothing more to do with this brutal man. He could wrap her around his little finger so easily that it repulsed her. His prick might taste good but what she had to do to get it wasn't worth the hassle.
Locking her arms around the backs of his legs, she suddenly heaved. She caught him off balance. His knees buckled and he toppled backwards.
'Goddamn!' he cried before he hit the ground. By that time, Sandy was on her feet and running like a deer. She didn't get more than ten feet before Paul brought her down with a tackle that would have made the defensive line of a pro-football team proud.
'Lemme go!' she cried, struggling in the circle of his strong arms. He held her with one hand as he pulled her along, back of the cabin where a windmill spun around.
'I'm going to fuck you and this time you're not going to run away from me. I guarantee it!'
The arm of a water pump went up and down. The man surveyed it for a moment, then turned the pump off. The windmill continued to spin but he gears driving the arm of the pump were disengaged. Paul quickly tied
