"You don't have to do anything if you don't want to. You can just watch," Roberta Jean Richardson said.
"I think I am going to split," Bertha said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other nervously.
"Suit yourself. At least help me get her onto my bed first."
"Okay – then I am leaving," Bertha said firmly.
"Fine – be that way."
Once again Roberta Jean and Bertha lifted the unconscious redhead. They carried her into Roberta Jean's bedroom and flung her onto the bed. Tammy bounced up and down a couple of times before coming to a rest on her back in the center of the mattress.
Tammy was getting blood all over Roberta Jean's bedspread. The tall and muscular blonde bombshell did not give a shit.
"I'm leaving," Bertha said.
"See you," Roberta Jean responded.
"Don't do anything you'll regret later," Bertha said.
"Doing things I am going to regret later is what I do best."
"Call me later – just to let me know how you are," Bertha said.
"Can do."
Bertha left.
Roberta Jean was alone with Tammy – her latest victim. Her latest SEX victim.
Roberta Jean Richardson had been looking forward to this moment for a long time. She finally had Tammy where she wanted her – after many, many years of waiting.
Tammy began to wake. Tammy Cunningham moaned. The recently rendered submissive redhead opened her eyes and winced.
"All right, cocksucking bitch, you are finally going to get what you got coming to you," Roberta Jean said.
"Roberta Jean…"
"That's right. You are in my house now and I ain't going to let you go until I have had lots of fun with you."
Tammy Cunningham tried to sit up.
She was too weak.
She fell back down onto the bed and groaned. Blood had coagulated on her upper lip.
Roberta Jean reached down and tore Tammy's blouse right off of her body. Rrriiippp! Tammy wore no bra.
Her tits were exposed.
Roberta Jean Richardson pulled off Tammy's spiked high heels and then yanked off her pants, pulling her panties off in the process. Roberta Jean could see that Tammy's pubic patch was the same color as the hair on her head.
The color of fire!
"I am going to tie you to the bed, and then I am going to whip the living shit out of you," Roberta Jean said.
"Please, Roberta Jean, give me a break," Tammy Cunningham said.
"I'll teach you to talk about my boyfriend in public."
"He isn't your boyfriend anymore, Roberta Jean," Tammy said.
Roberta Jean slapped Tammy across the face six times.
Roberta Jean Richardson slapped Tammy Cunningham three times with the palm of her hand and three times with the knuckles at the back of her hand – three times on either of Tammy's already bruised cheeks.
The bed had four bedposts which made things very convenient for Roberta Jean's bondage purposes. Roberta Jean went into the other room and fetched a coil of copper wire and a pair of wire-cutters. She cut off four evenly-lengthen pieces of wire. Tammy was every bit as naked as the day she was born.
Roberta Jean grabbed Tammy by the left forearm, the redhead still on her back, and she gripped so hard that Tammy called out with pain. Roberta Jean dug her fingernails right into the flesh of Tammy's forearm, coming very close to breaking the skin.
Tammy felt as if she were caught inside a bear trap.
Roberta Jean pulled the redhead's left arm back over her head toward the bedpost at the left side of the head of the bed.
Roberta Jean pulled so hard that Tammy once again called out with her suddenly acute physical discomfort.
Roberta Jean pulled so hard that Tammy half expected to hear her bones snapping – at either her wrist or at her elbow – at any second. Roberta Jean Richardson pulled at the redhead's arm so hard that there was a frightening moment or two when Tammy thought her shoulder was about to be ripped out of its socket.
Roberta Jean pulled Tammy's arm taut, so that it was locked in the straight position at the elbow. Tammy could feel reality drifting back into her head.
Her head hurt like hell.
She thought her nose might be broken.
Now there was new pain to deal with.
Roberta Jean wrapped one of the pieces of copper wire around Tammy's wrist and the bedpost at the same time, making a figure-eight with the wire as she wrapped it around and around.
Naturally enough, Roberta Jean Richardson wrapped the wire around Tammy's wrist as tightly as she could.
Tammy could feel the wire cutting into her wrist flesh.
Tammy Cunningham could tell that the wire was going to leave an ugly red ring around her wrist, a ring that was going to take days to fade even after the bondage was removed.
IF the bondage was removed.
Tammy had no way of knowing whether or not she was ever going to see the light of day, again. For all the redhead knew the blonde was going to kill her right there on the bed after stringently binding her with wire.
The wire was around Tammy's wrist so tightly that she could tell the circulation of blood to her hand was being, completely cut off. Tammy Cunningham could tell without looking that the tips of her fingers were turning a deep purple color – the color of a man's cock head when his prick was thoroughly engorged with the hot blood of his masculine arousal.
Roberta Jean's sworn enemy could feel pins and needles in the tips if her left fingers, and she was smarty enough to know that she was not going to be able to feel those pins and needles for very long.
She knew that it was not going to be long before she wouldn't be able to feel anything at all in the tips of her fingers. Or, in her entire hand, for that matter.
Tammy could tell that Roberta Jean's bondage was soon going to render her entire hand feelingless. Tammy Cunningham tried to wiggle her fingers at the knuckles, and discovered, to her dismay, that she could only do this with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty.
Her knuckles were getting stiffer.
And stiffer.
And stiffer.
The recently rendered submissive redhead could tell that soon she would not be able to wiggle her fingers at all. Soon, she could tell, her entire hand was going to be rendered both feelingless and motionless because of the stringent bondage Roberta Jean Richardson was so cruelly administering just then.
"Please…"
"Please what, you cocksucking little bitch slut?"
"Please have mercy on me," Tammy Cunningham begged.
"Ha!"
"You laugh."
"Mercy? Mercy! HA! I don't even know the meaning of the mother-fucking word," Roberta Jean Richardson said.
"Oh God…"
"Face it,cunt, God ain't here. It's just you and me."
"Ohhhhhhhh…"
"And I am the mistress of the devil himself, cunt!"
Since the head of the bed was pushed flush against the wall, Roberta Jean had to circle all the way around the foot to get to the other side, so she could repeat the process with Tammy's other arm.
Roberta Jean Richardson took long and surprisingly graceful strides as she walked around to the other side of the bed. Tammy watched this movement and thought that Roberta Jean looked like a wild animal, a wild jungle beast in heat, encircling her helpless prey.
And that was very much how Tammy Cunningham felt at that moment – like Roberta Jean Richardson's helpless prey.
Tammy tried to kick and struggle with her legs and her one free arm for a moment, but not for long. Each and every muscle in Tammy's body hurt and her joints felt stiff – as if they were badly in the need of oil.
"Tonight is a night you are never going to forget, Tammy."
"You are going to pay for this, Roberta Jean!" the redhead said.
"If I were you, cocksucking bitch, I would be more polite."
"Shit!"
"Face it, babycakes, I got you right where I want you. I got you right by the mother-fucking short and curlies," Roberta Jean Richardson said with a laugh.