Valerie wished only that she could be numb, or unconscious and therefore impervious to hot red. The belt occasionally danced between occasionally brushed against her leg and was aware of the strange heat that seemed to emanate. As if he had read her thoughts, he now said, "OK, bitch, so you want it now, do you? You want a stiff dick somewhere, in one of those juicy holes, do you?" Valerie could only nod weakly, a truly pitiful gesture. He burst out into a long, low, laugh.
Again, he was silent and then she felt him loosen the ties that had kept her so cruelly suspended from the pole. He did however, leave her hands tied together.
Her arms felt numb and she longed to try and move them, but she dared not. Instead, she stood dumbly waiting for his next instructions.
"Good slave!" he cooed, "See, you're learning now!" Tears of strange, sweet relief welled up in her bound eyes, but it was short lived.
He threw her to the floor with such brutal force that she thought he might have broken her shoulder. Intense, searing pain shot through her whole left side and she crawled around painfully for a moment or two.
Then, she felt him kick her. Either he had never removed them, or he had put them back on, but in any case, the sharp, pointed toes of his cowboy boots were digging fierce little holes into her soft middle and juicy buttocks.
She could only grunt her pain, doubled over and rolling about on the dirty floor. Blood, sweat, tears and sawdust all mingled there in the filthy ground, she was covered with an ugly film. She felt her legs being pulled open suddenly and his steel shaft penetrated her in one furious, single thrust. She burned with the pain, but to her great shock, even after this seemingly unendurable pain and humiliation, the feel of that rigid pole buried deep within her snatch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her aching body.
He was pumping away with all his might, not caring that he was hurting or tearing her delicate flesh. She rolled and writhed with him, trying to get his rhythm, which she soon did.
Valerie didn't want him to know about the increasing pleasure, the odd delight that she was experiencing from this brutal assault. Her insides turned to wax, to molten lava, as he thrust over and over again into her ravaged pit.
She was sure he didn't realize it, but his pubic bone was grinding away at her clit, almost as if it was trying to mash it to a pulp. The combination of pleasure and pain was unbelievable. She could no longer tell where one sensation left off and the other began.
His arms, long powerful, reached around her body, holding her so tightly that with her bound mouth, she could barely breath. Was it the lack of air that was making her feel so dizzy, or the strange, choking passion that she felt? She neither knew, nor cared, she only wished that this might never, never end.
He was pumping harder and harder, as his fingers found their way to her asshole. By, this time, her pussy was so wet that it had leaked down, dribbling down to her ass crack. He slipped a forceful finger in and began to explore. Soon, another finger was added and another. Three digits worked their way in and out of that tiny hole, as the fat swollen prick was pounding in and out of her cunt.
They rolled together, no longer man and woman, but two crazed, lust-filled beasts locked in some primal act of mating. Time melted away, leaving only a sodden puddle in Valerie's brain. This was all she knew of time, this endless beating, endless throbbing, the alternating shocks of pain and pleasure and it was all that she needed to know.
His hand took rhythm from his cock and the two drove deeper and deeper into the bound, gagged creature, almost meeting in her center.
His own lust was intense, boiling. It came coursing through his veins and seemed to burn away everything in its path, so that his whole being was directed towards this, the steaming rush of fluid that would come racing from his aching loins. It was there in an instant, a great, shooting flood, hot and sticky that drenched her already drenched cunt. Her orgasm, unknown to him until that very second, followed his by the merest fraction of a second; as she felt boiling stuff leap forth from him, her own, aching tremors began and she writhed silently, tears streaming from her eyes and soaking the blindfold that covered them.
Rolling off of her, he drifted into sleep for a little while. Valerie too dazed to really sleep, remained motionless, as one in a stupor.
With a start, she realized that he was untying her. Her hands first, then her eyes and finally her mouth. She just looked at him, eyes wide and unblinking.
"Good, good slave! That was very good for a first lesson! Very, very good! You learned quickly!" he said, gathering her naked, torn flesh into his embrace, rubbing her hair as he spoke.
She noticed that he was covered with dirt and sweat and traces of her blood. "Oh Master! You're all dirty! Let me cleanse you Master! Let me clean away all of this nasty, nasty dirt!" she said and began to lick him.
He stretched out on the floor, delighting in the feeling of her tongue as it covered every inch of his flesh. She licked down between his toes, taking each one in her mouth, sucking it lovingly. Her lips traveled up the length of his body, tongue darting everywhere.
She licked his cock and balls, stuck her pert little tongue into his belly-button even drove her tongue into his asshole and licked it for a long long time.
Dawn was just beginning to break as rather pale, from the silent cavernous truck. He got in the car and waited for her to get in along side of him. She did.
"I'll take you home now."
Valerie gave him her address and they rode in silence, as they watched the sun begin to streak the sky with pink. As he pulled up to the curb in front of her building, her scribbled something on a piece of paper.
"This is my number. Call me if you want to. Just say 'slave' on the phone and I'll know who it is…" he said, pressing the small bit of paper into her hand.
She didn't look at it and she was silent for a few minutes. Then, looking deeply into that glance that was like a winter sea, she said simply, "Good-bye."
"Good-bye," he answered, "I'll be hearing from you."
Without another word, she let herself out of the car and went upstairs to her apartment. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was about six.
Quickly, she stripped off her clothing and went to the mirror. The sight she beheld made her go to the bathroom and puke. A bruised, bleeding woman, her face pale and her eyes black with shadows stared back at her from the polished glass surface.
She turned and got into a steaming shower that eased her aching body and seemed to soothe her troubled mind. Washing her flesh tenderly, she began to relax a little.
She had breakfast sitting in the small kitchen of her West Side apartment, liking the taste, of the whole wheat toast, butter and honey.
At nine-thirty, after an unhurried look at the paper, she called the office, to say that she was sick and didn't think she would be in for a few days. Blair called her right away and asked her if she needed anything. She said no, but a big basket of fresh fruit arrived later on in the day.
Valerie still had not looked at the piece of paper that he had given her. It was folded into a tiny square which she had put in the top drawer of her dresser. Even though she had buried it beneath a pile of slips and panties, it burned a hole in her memory as if it were a glowing coal that she had sat on.
She got into bed and pulled the covers up around her. She was exhausted and needed to sleep. Just before she drifted off, she had a sudden, chilling realization. It had been gnawing at her all morning, but now she was able to articulate it clearly and that articulation, although it occurred in the most private recesses of her brain still scared her: she knew that she had thrown up that morning not because she had been so revolted by what she had seen, but because it had turned her on.