By the time she thought about kicking, he was ready to fasten her legs to the other edge of the stage. He didn't bother to strip off her skirt. He went ahead and tied her ankles securely, leaving the blonde woman half naked. He looked down at her and lightly brushed his fingertips over one of her trembling nipples.
"You get off on this, don't you, you common slut? Well, I'll show you what a real man can do. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. And you're gonna love it."
Caroline fought against the ropes. The more she struggled the tighter the knots became. She felt the circulation cutting off in her hands and feet. Naked to the waist, she thought she was at least going to escape having him fuck her. If he tried to untie her legs to get her skirt off, she could kick him away.
But the girl didn't understand the extent of her problem.
Dwight came back with a large pair of scissors. He shoved the sharp-pointed instrument next to the girl's tender-fleshed leg. She cringed and tried to get away. She couldn't. The ropes held her too securely. He pressed the scissors into her skin and began cutting away her pantyhose. She gasped when he reached her thigh.
He was so close to her snatch!
"Please, Dwight, let's talk about it. We can…"
"We've talked. It's time I did something." He began cutting across her snatch. She felt the cold metal blade pressing into her cunt lips. He had caught her bikini briefs and sheared them away at the same time.
By the time he was all the way down her other leg, the blonde was totally naked. Never had she felt more helpless in her young life. She watched a man she thought she knew tower over her and menace her.
"Now, we fuck," he said.
She shivered with cold and fear. His hands caressed her belly, moved to the blonde tangle of her pussy mound. He grabbed a handful of the fleecy cornsilk pubic hair and jerked. She screamed as her hips lifted involuntarily off the hard stage on which he'd tied her.
"This is the way I want your hips to be when I'm ready to fuck your cunt. Do you understand?"
"Dwight, please, don't do this to me."
"Do you understand?" he demanded again. He pulled harder on the handful of tight pussy fur he held. She thought she would go put of her mind with pain. She had loved the nearness of his cock and, in spite of her misgivings, had thought any cock in her body was better than getting none.
But this was torture. Her boss was misusing her – abusing her!
"Yes, oh God, Dwight, stop! Don't do it to me! Not like this." She began to sob quietly. Tears ran down her cheeks. She wanted to reach out and wipe them away, but with her hands bound over her head, she couldn't.
She had to watch Dwight Bryon slowly undress. He peeled out of his shirt and showed his muscular chest, gleaming with the sweat of exertion from tying her up. As he shucked out of his pants, she was surprised to see his hard on. It quivered and jerked at attention in front of his crotch. She had been expecting to suck on it to make it hard. But his cock was already a fully functioning fuck stick.
He threw away the last of his clothes and jumped onto the stage beside her. Caroline groaned as the wood yielded under her. This caused her arms and legs to feel as if they would be pulled out of their sockets. She didn't know if she was more scared or more turned on.
The sight of her boss cock did things to her. She remembered how good it had been that first time in his office. She had desired the grey-haired man then. But now, he was demanding the same sexual slavery, that had turned her off totally. Caroline didn't know how to react.
So her body responded for her.
Thick juices began boiling in her tight pussy. She felt the sluggish fluid leaking around her puckered pussy lips and running down into the crack of her ass. As the love oils ran into her asshole, she remembered with growing lust how it had felt having Peter fucking her there. The thought of her boyfriend and what he was doing helped calm her fears and incite her passion. In spite of herself, the sexy young girl was getting more and more, turned on.
"Get that ass off the floor like I told you!" snapped Bryon.
"Please, Dwight, let me go. We can work this out."
"Do it!"
The frightened girl didn't have the chance to obey. Rough hands grabbed, a double handful of assflesh and lifted until she was straining at the limits of her bonds. She shrieked in agony. What was worse was the way his fingers dived down into the humid canyon between her buttocks. She couldn't help remembering the gentle touch Peter had used before he fucked her.
"That's more like it. Now what do you want up that slimy cunt of yours?" He lifted even harder until Caroline thought her arms would come unglued from her body.
"Your c-c-cock!" she stuttered. "Stuff it in and fuck my cunt!"
"Good, but not good enough. You're going to have to beg me for my cock after all you've said. It's not dull, is it, having me fuck you? Tell me, dammit, tell me!"
Caroline hardly knew what to do or say. Lightning bolts of blazing agony lanced into her shoulders. She thought her hips would break under the strain. As the man kneeled between her wide-spread legs, she experienced a completely and totally helpless feeling that wouldn't go away. It was even worse than when she went to her doctor to have her cunt examined. Feet in those metal stirrups made her feel exposed; this was infinitely worse.
"Please fuck me," she gasped out. She would do anything to make the pain go away. She was humiliated and debased. Anything that would get the man's rocks off so he would leave her alone was okay with her.
"Again. Tell me again and in more detail."
"I need you fucking my cunt. I need to feel your cock buried all the way up my tight pussy. I need it sooooo!"
She was shrieking with the misery of her situation. And when the man's cock slammed into the delicately scalloped inner cunt lips, she shrieked again. It was so unexpected that it sent a tremor of fear throughout her tender, young, bound body.
The head of his throbbingly alive cock parted her slippery cunt lips and sank into her body. She thrashed around but couldn't really move. His hands brutally pinched at her asscheeks and lifted her off the bed. His prick shot another inch into her convulsing cunt.
She gasped and tried to tell him to stop. The words wouldn't come. In spite of her predicament, Caroline found herself being more and more turned on. This was a different style of fucking. And she had promised Peter she would try to enjoy whatever Dwight did to her.
What did it matter if she didn't approve of being tied up while he was fucking her? She knew Peter's plan on getting even with Dwight Bryon. And her abuse this one last time was part of that plan.
Bryon's prick sank another couple inches into her virgin-tight cunt. She quit struggling and tried to enjoy the fucking. The ropes cut savagely into her wrists and ankles and made her feel cold all over. But the cock warmed her right up the center of her body.
The sexy young girl's loins blazed hot as Dwight slammed balls-deep into her cunt. She felt the tender walls of her tight pussy rushing to expand around that thick plug of cock. She gasped with delight when his hips began stirring the prick around inside her. She was able to enjoy every single twitch and pulsation that way.
"What do you want, bitch?" the man demanded. "Tell me what you want me to do. And it had better be the right thing!"
"Fuck meeeee!" she screamed.
And he did. His hips slammed forward, burying his prick even deeper in her cunt. She sobbed with the pain and pleasure as his body ground into hers. He had smashed so hard and fast into her cunt that her pussy lips had been folded inside. Her cunt walls collapsed mightily around the hidden cock as orgasm seized control of her body. She thrashed around, straining once more against the ropes binding her.