Sharon stopped next to a wooden ladder boiled to one side of the garage, the rungs filthy with grease. At the top, a small square latch apparently opened to the flat roof of the structure. In front of her was a small workbench that hadn't been used for quite a while. A thick layer of dust coated the splintery top. At one end of the bench, the closest to her, Sharon noticed a clamp fastened to the side, two iron loops opened now at the top.
'Put your hands through here, baby,' Tommy instructed, opening the loops a little farther.
'Oh please,' she pleaded.
The girl looked at Tommy for a moment, realizing as she always had in the end that there would be no mercy from this man. Swallowing one more time, Sharon turned around and slipped her wrists obediently through the straps, thinking of his description of her mother hanging from the rafters of his garage.
The iron was cold, the thin bands pressing against her wrists as Tommy closed the straps and bolted them shut with a large quarter-inch screw threaded through each loop. Then he began to pull off her clothes slowly, rubbing his prick against her ass as he fondled her tits through her halter. He pulled off the top slowly, then massaged her quivering tits. His hands pawed her as before, pinching her flesh, making her writhe in agony and wallow in rising lust. It was a horrible, wonderful combination of feelings that tormented the girl in mind and in body. She felt her skirt being hauled down, draped over her ankles. And then came her panties, the sticky damp crotch panel pulling loose from her cuntlips and sliding down her shivering white thighs. She was naked now, stark naked in front of this young man with his prick sticking straight out from his halved Levi's. And oh, the heat that radiated out from her furry cunt! Sharon couldn't believe how hot she was for him. Her cuntwalls trembled when Tommy moved his fingers up and down the bloated edges of her cunt. He was tracing the bottom of her fuck slit, finding the tensed, aching muscles that guarded her cuntmouth.
Sharon gasped, her eyes widening as a powerful spasm rippled itchily over her pussy, making her knees wobble. Oh, it was so good, so shamefully good. The girl tugged her arms back, feeling the metal straps cutting into her wrist flesh. Even that amount of pain added I something to the rushing sensation over her cunt. Letting out a low groan, Sharon dipped her ass.
'Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby,' Tommy growled. He had one hand between her shoulder-blades, pushing her forward until her forehead was almost touching the workbench. She could hear him breathing in that familiar, uneven pattern. Yes, he was getting ready to fuck her, getting ready to slip his fat cockhead into her cunt. His prickhead felt so velvety soft, yet so hard. The girl shivered with excitement and fright.
Tommy was behind her, his knees brushing up against the backs of her legs while one arm looped around her waist. He pushed her forward a little more, the fronts of her thighs rubbing against the ragged workbench. Some splinters scraped her flesh painfully. But the girl didn't mind. No, it also added to the delight coursing through her veins.
'Come on, baby, let's fuck doggie style for a while,' he grunted.
She dared move her hips, changing slightly the angle at which her cunt was making contact with Tommy's prick. With that move, the girl sealed her fate. She felt his cockhead pop in, spread her cuntlips apart quickly and slip at least two inches into her fuckhole.
'Uhhhhh… oooohhhh!' she moaned.
His prickhead was moving so… so insistently, sexily down through her cunt. Her seepy, velvety cuntsheath convulsed time and time again, grabbing onto his sinking prickshaft as it tunneled through her pussymeat. He was halfway inside her when the girl's cunt muscles spasmed, tightening down on him.
The cramp was almost painful to Sharon. She opened her mouth and let out another gasp, shocks of incredible sensation taking her breath away. Tommy let out a grunt, shoving her down forward a little more. He was leaning heavily on her, rubbing her face in the dirt of the workbench while trying to shove yet more of his cock into her pussy.
'Uhhhh… oh, God… dear God, it's… so…'
Sharon didn't dare want to confess just how good she was feeling. Oh, but she had almost admitted it, almost told her tormentor how much she loved this, enjoyed having his cock sinking into her soft, clutching cuntmeat, loved feeling his body draped over hers while his fingers massaged and pinched her tits!
'Baby, baby!' Tommy began fucking her soft and slow, his prick greasing itself down on her juices. The folds of her cuntlips puckered in with each downward thrust. A trickle of juice oozed out from her fuck slit and dripped down as he shoved inward. Sharon's ass flexed, tensed, relaxed, then tightened again with each fucking push. Again and again, the girl felt her knees bending under the pressure of his fucking. The splinters tore at her flesh now as Tommy picked up speed, his prick sinking in deeper and deeper with each successive stroke, the wet heat turning her brain into Jell-O.
And just when Sharon thought she was going to leave the earth in a glow of hot, sexy sensation, the young stud stopped.
'No, baby, I ain't gonna spoil this evening with a standard fuck,' he gasped, pulling out slowly.
Sharon trembled, feeling the lining of her pussy stretching back together behind his retreating hot cockhead. Her shoulders shuddered as his prickhead just remained in her cunt. And then… it was gone. Her tense, eager pussy muscles spasmed for stimulation, for the touch of the young man's prick.
'Come on,' Tommy ordered.
He was pulling her skirt and panties off her ankles, then taking one leg and moving it up from the floor. Sharon shook her head, trying to clear it as she felt the pressure of the weight of her body on her left knee and ankle. What in God's name was he doing? He was stretching her right leg out and up, gripping the ankle hard and twisting it around until it came to rest on one of the rungs of that side ladder.
'There, baby, there, you're gonna have some real fun now.'
The leg was parallel to the floor now, her ankle resting on the fifth rung. Tommy was doing something to it, tying something around it! Dear God, her ordeal had just begun!
CHAPTER TEN
'Ohhhhh… you're… hurting me!' Tommy didn't listen to the girl. He was looping the half-inch line he had coiled at the foot of the ladder around her right ankle. Sharon could feel him tying and retying the line around her leg, attaching it to the ladder rung so she couldn't move. Oh, the sensation was so painful, so awkward! Her lower back ached from the odd position while her left leg tensed from the added pressure of supporting her body. When Sharon pulled back, the metal cuffs cut into her wrists even more, chafing her flesh pink.
'Uhhhhh,' she moaned helplessly.
'You can't move at all now, baby. You're just like your old lady back there in the garage with my old man… strung up and helpless. That's the way I dig it. And now you're gonna get some good shit… better 'n just a simple fuckin'.'
Sharon twisted her head around, peering over one shoulder, and watched in fascination as the stud moved to the shadows, bent down, then carried what appeared to be a large metal object in both hands. From the grunts she heard, it had to be heavy.
'It's a pump, baby… vacuum and blow pump,' he explained, setting the large machine on the workbench in front of her. Sharon made a face, twisting her head away from the foul-smelling thing. Again, she tugged back and, again, the iron cuffs bit into her soft flesh. The girl twisted her right foot around in the bonds, feeling the ropes cutting into her ankles. Roped and bound… just as her mother was. And how she enjoyed it how, even in spite of the unknown torments ahead of her… how much she loved it!
'What… what are you going to do with it?' she gasped as Tommy began unraveling a long, inch-diameter latex hose from the top.
'Just watch,' he snorted.
Sharon did as she was told, her eyes fastened on the device in front of her. Tommy pulled the tube taut, checking it put for cracks, then stretching it around until the end touched her asscheeks. He left for a moment, going to one end of the garage where a tall, green, metal tool cabinet stood. There was the sound of more rummaging, then he returned with a funnel-shaped brass device he attached to the latex tubing. The girl's heart was pounding savagely, sweat breaking out from all her pores and coating her flesh with a fine, velvety sheen.
