Her soft pink tongue began licking the cock knob, making circles all around it as though she were licking an ice-cream cone. As she edged around to the side of the cock-head, she felt the crusts of dirt scrape against her tongue, and as she wetted them, they came off, forcing her to withdraw her tongue and swallow the filth.
"That's it, baby, that's the way you do it. Lick it all the way down to my balls."
Her tongue came back out and lapped up and down the nine-inch cock-shaft. She could feel it throbbing in her hand.
"In your mouth now – suck it!" he groaned. Susan parted her lips and moved them over the swollen cock-head. Wider and wider her lips parted, until she thought the corners of her lips were going to tear, but finally her lips slipped over the head of the bulging prick and it filled her mouth. She worked the tip of her tongue up against the piss-slit and licked at it.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby! You really know how to suck cock! Where in hell did you learn to do that with that mouth of yours?"
Her mouth was too full to answer, but she thought of the times she and her boyfriend had sat in the front seat of his car and she had sucked him off. She thought about cum. This man would make her swallow his cum and she had never done that before. The thought made her stomach rumble and she almost gagged at the thought of swallowing a load of jism down her throat.
"Come on, whore, don't stop now!" the man gasped, and she went back to running her lips back and forth across the cock-head. "Get more of it in your mouth, slut!"
Susan moved her lips farther along the cock, until the cock-head bumped against her throat. She gagged, but felt the man's hands grab her ears and twist.
"Unnnnngh!" she gurgled as the pain tore at the sides of her head.
His fingers crushed her ears, holding her head as his nips began pumping forward and back, using her mouth like a cunt. His cock-head banged against her throat every time he thrust forward, then the cock-head would pull back to her lips before fucking back in.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Oooohh, yessss, baby, I'm cumming! I'm gonna load your guts with my cum! Yeaaaahh! Yeeeaaaahh! Oh God, I'm cummmmmming!"
He drove his cock all the way back to her throat entrance, and Susan felt it swell and throb heatedly in her mouth. Then she felt the first hot blast of liquid squirt into her throat. Her head jerked, but the man held her solidly as his cock pumped gob after gob deep into her throat, forcing her to swallow. She could feel the jism oozing down her throat and kept on swallowing as fast as she could as his cock throbbed and pumped the creamy fuck-juice into her body.
She thought he would never stop pumping cock-juice into her throat, then suddenly she felt the hurting pressure ease on her ears and the cock-head ease back, releasing the tension at the entrance to her throat. The cock-head moved back and the swelling dropped just before it popped out of her mouth.
The man leaned back. "Yeah, baby, that was one hell of a blow-job! Now lick me clean and we'll see how well you remember just what you are."
Susan grasped his wet cock and held it while she licked and washed at the strands of cum and spittle.
With his cock clean, the man leaned back and placed his foot against her chest. With a powerful shove, he sent her reeling.
"Oh!" she cried out as she landed with a thump on her back.
"Okay, cunt," the man said as he stood towering over her. "You do understand that you will do whatever you're told, don't you?"
A sick flutter ran through her stomach, but anger at what he had forced her to do welled up inside of her and she couldn't force herself to completely give in to him. "I did what you wanted… I sucked your filthy cock, now please, let me go! I can't do any more!"
The man laughed, then nudged his foot against her side. "Oh, but you will, baby, you will. Now stand up and take that bra and panties off. Let's get a real look at those big tits of yours and that little cunt."
Susan backed away from the man and stood up. "I can't do this. You can't make me. I won't strip naked."
The man's voice rose in anger. "Cunt, do what I tell you!"
"I can't, and I won't!" She backed toward the door.
The man watched her suddenly spin toward the door and grab the doorknob. He laughed as she struggled with the knob, but the door was locked and she turned around, her back pressed hard against it. Fear showed on her face as the man approached her.
Just before he reached her, she spun and tried to get out of his reach, but he was too quick for her and grabbed her arm, spinning her around.
"Aaaagggghhhhh!" she cried as her back slammed hard against the wall, knocking the wind from her body. "Oooooomph!"
Her head twisted to the side as his fist smashed against her cheek and she slowly slid down the wall, unconscious.
When she came around, she felt the pain in her arms and the ache in her jaw. Her feet were almost a foot off the floor and her arms were stretched high above her. She raised her head, looked up at her arms and saw the rope tied tightly around her wrists. A hook imbedded in the ceiling ran through the rope, holding her body suspended in the middle of the room.
She tried to move her jaw to take some of the pain out and realized that something was filling her mouth. A ball-gag had been shoved behind her teeth and a rope running through the center of it pressed harshly against the corners of her mouth. It had been pulled tightly behind her head and knotted to keep the gag deep in her mouth.
The man sat on the dirty mattress, watching Susan as she oriented herself to the position she was in. Slowly he stood, and Susan saw him move toward her aching body.
"Now, my sweet little cunt, you are going to learn to obey."
He held a long thin riding crop in his hand. Susan's eyes widened in horror. She struggled against the ropes binding her wrists tightly together, only to cause spasms of shooting pain to course down her arms and into the muscles of her back and shoulders.
The man stood at her side as his hand came up under her chin and he lifted her face. "You will be whipped until we get rid of this stupid behavior of yours. When you decide you are ready to obey orders given to you, all you have to do is nod your head and the pain will stop."
Susan jerked her head away from his fingers. She wanted to tell him to go to hell, but the ball gag allowed only a muffled sound to escape through her lips.
The man smiled and took a step back, raising the ugly-looking crop.
As the crop came swishing through the air, Susan's eyes widened. She stiffened her body against the pain she knew was about to bite into her flesh.
"Uuuuurrrrghhhhhh!" she groaned through the ball-gag as the crop landed with a loud smack across her tightened stomach muscles. Her body trembled as the sudden flashes of fiery pain erupted through her body.
The man withdrew the crop from her tummy and watched the red stripe appear across the beautiful flat and creamy skin. He pulled the riding crop back, and soon Susan heard it swishing through the air.
The crop landed only an inch above the bright red stripe on her tummy. Her body shook, trembled, spasm as the pain tore upward and spread through her body.
The crop moved back, her body stiffened, and then a continuing lashing of her belly continued. The crop landed again and again over her taut tummy, leaving its trail of red stripes, which soon began to crisscross one another, turning her tummy into a mass of welts, bruises, and deep red lines.
Finally the point came when she could take no more. Susan's head bobbed up and down as she made grunting sounds through the ball-gag. The man stood back almost in disappointment as he watched her nodding that she would do whatever he asked.
He tossed the crop over on the bed, stepped around behind Susan's suspended body and wrapped his arms tightly around her hips. Gently, he raised her body. "Lift your hands over the hook, cunt."
Susan looked up as her aching arm muscles moved the rope up and over the hook. The man lowered her body down until her feet touched the floor, then released her. Her body crumbled to the floor, her legs too weak to support her weight.