Melissa began to feel a swelling of hot sensation in her cunt. At first, she tried to shake off the thought, but… but there was no denying it. This brutal bastard was beginning to turn her on with his crude raping, of her mouth. Her cunt was beginning to leak pussy-juice, and a feeling of lewd sensuality welled up in her loins. She simply could not deny it.
"I'm gonna keep strokin' baby. And you just keep on suckin' and everything will be all right," Bruce hissed. His hips were jerking faster now. He was gasping for breath between each stroke. She knew that he would cum soon.
His prick sluiced deeply into her throat, cutting off her intake of air. She had a hard time breathing. She could feel the tip of his prick bouncing off of her tonsils. My God, she thought, if he does not cum soon, I may choke to death!
But she did not dare stop sucking his cock, not even for a breath of air. Bruce was a brutal bastard. He seemed to enjoy hurting people. And he might hurt her real bad if she failed to please him.
"Come on sweet-cunt," he moaned. "Get it an, you sweet little cock-sucker. Suck me off real good. Yeah!"
Melissa just kept sucking his huge pulsating cock as hard as she could. Her jaws ached terribly, but she kept it up. His cock rifled her mouth and blocked her breathing, so she just held her breath and hoped that she could bring him to an orgasm soon. She would soon faint from lack of breath! She simply had to make him cum at once.
But, at that very moment when she thought he would cum, he stopped jerking his hips. He stood perfectly still. Melissa waited for his sperm to fill her mouth and waited for him to moan in ecstasy. But he did not! He was teasing her, torturing her, she realized. He was holding his climax back she simply had to take a breath.
She pulled her mouth back along his lengthy cock-sheath until only his cock-tip was between her sucking lips. Then she took in a deep breath of fresh air. She ran her tongue along the base of his bulbous prick-knob in hopes that he would be satisfied and cum soon. But he did not cum! And he made not a sound. Melissa was scared out of her wits. What would he do next, she wondered? Her question was quickly answered.
A sharp blow of Bruce's big fist struck her forehead. For a moment, she actually saw stars and began to drift off. When she came to, she was furious. The bastard damned near knocked me out, she thought.
Bruce grabbed her by the hair, his big clammy mits clenching her curly brown locks. He yanked her mouth all the way off of his cock and cruelly twisted her face upward until their eyes met. He looked at her with a vicious grin on his face, while his prick slipped out of her mouth and hung obscenely, threateningly, menacingly.
"Listen, bitch," he said in a cold, cool, frightening voice. "I told you to suck my cock. All of my cock." His voice grew louder by measures, until he was screaming at her. "Now bitch. If I have to tell you again, you are gonna be in real big trouble. Do you get the drift, sweet-cunt? I mean, do you know exactly what I am saying to you? Because if you don't, then let me enlighten you a bit. What I just gave you was a little love tap just a little rap on the side of the head to straighten out your generally poor attitude and relative lack of enthusiasm. Now if I really get angry, I'll give you a left hook that you'll never forget… or never remember, because you'll be in a coma and won't be in any shape to remember anything. Got it, sweet-cunt? If you don't, then get it! Because I don't fuck around, see. I am one serious son of a bitch. And people who fail to take me serious, well, they usually don't live too long." He smiled wickedly and added, "You understand, don't you?"
"Yes, I understand, Bruce," she answered. "Believe me, I understand. I'm sorry. Please give me another change. I'll suck your cock right. I promise. It's just that your prick is so big. I mean, it's really beautiful. It's the most beautiful prick in the world, honest. But it's so big. I have a hard time…"
She never had a chance to finish the sentence. Bruce nailed her with a short right-hand jab to her cheek. At first, she did not even feel any pain. She was just stunned and dazed, totally confused. She drifted off and began to dream about the ice-cream man who gave her free popsicles whenever she showed him her little titties. She was back in Chicago, at her brother's funeral, at her aunt's dinner party, at the Girl Scout camp, at her church confirmation… Everything was pleasant. Her life made sense. She was happy.
"Wake up, you stupid fucking whore. Wake the fuck up, God dammit!" Bruce was shouting into her face and slapping her cheeks to bring her around. She thought about what a drag it was to be awakened out of her dream. She had been happy dreaming about the good times of her life, when she was a little girl.
But she was in reality now. And Bruce was smacking her hard, dammit. So she gazed up at him and said, "I'm okay, Bruce. I'm okay. I just passed out for a minute, that's all."
"Well, that's just fine, sweet-cunt. That's real fine because I'm not through with you yet. I almost came you know. You had me right on the edge there for a second. But then you blew it. No pun intended," he quipped. "But, now let's you and me get down to basics for a moment here sweet-cunt. I wanted you to suck my cock until I came in your cute little pouty mouth. But, the fact of the matter is, you didn't manage to complete the job, now did you?"
"No, Bruce," she replied. "I'm sorry. Really I am. I tried, but you knocked me out before I had a chance to finish."
"Well now, sweet-cunt. That's a mighty fine excuse, I must admit, but there is one major flaw to that excuse. You see, if you would have brought me off like you should have, then I wouldn't have been forced to knock you out. See what I mean?"
"Yes, Bruce. You're right," she said. All the while she was thinking about what an absolute nasty son of a bitch Bruce was. Melissa was so angry that, if she had had a gun at that moment, she would have shot Bruce right in the balls. But she knew that she simply had to be cool for now. Play it his way, because he was in charge. She had to do whatever he said or there was no telling what he might do to her.
"Well," said Bruce with an evil grin pasted on his face. "I'm still determined to cum. I'm one horny son of a bitch. And, like I told you before, I want to get my rocks off. So, since you aren't a very good cock-sucker, I guess I'll just have to use you some other way. Ain't that right sweet-cunt?"
Melissa nodded obediently.
"Get your fucking ass up off the floor, bitch!" he shouted as he grabbed her under the armpits and dragged her to the far end of the tack room.
"Don't you know that it's filthy on the floor of the tack room here?" Bruce asked her mockingly.
"Yes, Bruce. You are right. Of course," she answered, frying to humor him.
Bruce grabbed a ten foot piece of rope and began to tie her hands together behind her back.
"Please, Bruce," she wailed. "Please don't hurt me I'll do whatever you say. But please don't hurt me."
"Don't sweat it, you little whore. I'll take real good care of you. After all, if I hurt you too bad, then what would I do for fun? Now, move your little high ass over to the bench there so I can tie you down."
She obeyed his command. Before she knew what was happening, Bruce had tied her up real tight.
Her arms and legs were spread-caged over the work bench in the tack room. He had removed all of her clothing. She was totally helpless.
"Well now," said Bruce with a sneer. "Don't you make one hell of a sight for sore fuckin' eyes? You look real sweet all tied up there, girlie. Got your little high ass butt stickin' straight up for all the world to see."
"Please don't hurt me, Bruce," she pleaded.
Tears ran down her cheeks in streams. Melissa was scared to death. My God she thought. What was this depraved animal of a man going to do to her? She closed her eyes and hoped that he would go away. But her hopes were quickly shattered when the leather hide of a horse whip fell upon her exposed shoulders. She winced in pain and struggled to free herself from her bonds. But it was of no use. Even though she thrashed about wildly, she could not get free. Bruce had bound her hands and feet tightly. There was no escape. She was at the mercy of this debauched, decadent man. She could do nothing. There was no way to escape. But, she thought in the deep, dark recesses of her mind, some day she would take revenge on this brutal bastard. Some day she would repay him for all the suffering he had caused her. She would pay him back double.