"Gonna give you a baby, slut," he laughed. "Gonna fuck a baby into you, make your tits and belly fat."
He slapped her ass hard, then dragged her back out of the tub and shoved her back on the floor. He stood up and got into the tub, running the shower to rinse himself off.
Jones was really getting off on his control over the beautiful young blonde. He kept her naked and abused and insulted her constantly. He spent most of the evening in the couch watching TV. Jessie knelt in front of him on all fours and he propped his feet up on her back.
Several times he dragged her face up between his legs and had her suck him off, grinning down at her as she did, calling her whore and slut. The only time she was allowed to move was when he sent her into the kitchen for food or beer.
Late in the night he was poking around with the video camera. He filmed her naked, then stuck the tape in the VCR, laughing and giggling as her naked image came up. He put the tape back in the camera and turned it on her again.
"Lay back in the corner, slut and spread those pretty legs of yours."
She sat back against the wall, opening her legs as he filmed her. He got down on his knees and brought the camera in close to her crotch.
"Pull your cunt lips open," he ordered. "That's it. Stick your fingers in your snatch."
He crawled backwards and sat up, shifting back until he had her whole body in the shot.
"Let's see you play with yourself, baby. Jerk off for me."
She looked worriedly at the camera, but could not do anything other than he wished. She pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy as she diddled her ditty.
"He stopped the camera and scowled at her.
"Show some emotion, girl. I want to see you cumming. I wanna see how excited you are. Play with your titties and diddle dick your pussy like you really mean it."
He raised the camera and turned it on again. She started wriggling on the floor, running her hands up and down her body, sliding her fingers into her cunt cleft. She moaned weakly, moving her head from side to side and fondling her titties.
"More emotion, slut!" he yelled. She moaned louder, wriggled harder, pumped her fingers into her snatch as she mashed her titties. She grunted and groaned and sighed realistically while he grinned and ran the camera up and down her lush, naked body.
"Enough for now," he said, yawning. He put the camera down and stood up. "Come on, fuck pad. We're goin' to bed."
Her heart leapt a little at the thought of him sleeping and the chance that presented for her to escape. She'd be real careful, she told herself. She'd make absolutely sure he was asleep before sneaking out.
But Jones had no intention of relying on her to stay around for him to wake up. He scratched himself as he went into her parents room and looked at the big double bed with a wide grin on his face. The four poster had seven foot high posts on all four corners.
He searched in her parents drawers and came out with a pair of her mother's panty hose. Jessie watched in confusion as he ripped them down the middle and then pulled her over against the foot of the bed.
"Reach up and grab the poles, baby," he said. She tried, but couldn't reach them.
"Well, just hold your arms up like that then," he said. He tied one of the panty hose legs tightly around her right wrist, then tied the other around her left wrist. He then tied the other ends to the poles. He tied her arms tight so she was almost on her toes and had to stand up very straight, otherwise she'd be hanging from her wrists. They already ached from the way the nylon cut into them but she knew better than to complain.
He tied her so she was facing the bed, then slapped her ass and moved around her, getting into the bed himself.
"You can have a nice view of me in this comfy warm bed," he grinned. "While I have a nice view of your pretty titties and cunt fur." With that he turned off the lights and rolled onto his side, breathing evenly as he tried to fall asleep.
Jessie stayed still for long, long minutes, until she was sure he was asleep. Only then did she try to pull her hands free from the tight panty hose. She quickly found that she couldn't, that the knots were just too tight and hugged her wrists no matter how she twisted them.
Then she tried to pull hard in hopes of snapping the panty hose. Certainly she knew how easy it was to get a run in the elastic stuff. She pulled as hard as she could, first with her left then her right, but the panty hose wouldn't give and the pulling cinched it even tighter around her wrists.
She finally thought to try and dig holes in the panty hose with her fingernails in hopes of shredding it. But by then her hands were numb from lack of blood. She could hardly even move her fingers and couldn't get enough pressure on the panty hose to cause any damage.
Jones began to snore. She had no idea how much time had passed. She stood there in the darkness, her legs stiff and tired, her back sore and her wrists feeling like they'd been cut. More time passed, the only sign the shadows moving across the room as the moon shifted.
By dawn her entire body was stiff and sore and tired and she was exhausted. She'd taken to shifting from one foot to another long ago and lifting and bending her legs to ease their stiffness. Her back felt horrible. It wasn't exactly a bad pain, just a sort of terrible stiffness like an itch she couldn't scratch.
She finally got the idea of kneeling up on the edge of the bed, but had to do it so carefully so as not to wake him that, though it helped ease some of the strain on her legs, it didn't help her back at all, nor her wrists or shoulders or hands.
She was kneeling there, her head hanging low, half asleep a couple of hours after dawn when Jones woke up. He glanced down and saw her and frowned, then slowly shifted his feet over and suddenly kicked her knees back over the edge of the bed. She dropped off the bed, all her weight coming down on her wrists, which suddenly felt like a tight wire was slicing through them.
She cried out in shock and pain, her feet scrabbling at the floor for several seconds before she was able to stand up and support her weight again.
"Didn't tell you, you could get in the bed with me, slut," he said blearily. He scratched himself and yawned, then looked across at her with a small smile.
"Hmmm, got myself a boner, pussy. What'dya think I should do with it?"
She looked back tiredly, saying nothing. He grinned and crawled tiredly out of bed, his cock sticking straight out as he went around to the foot of the bed to stand behind her. She felt his cockhead rubbing up and down between her buttocks, then felt it press against her asshole.
He spit a couple of times and she felt a finger stab into her anus and slide back and forth, then it withdrew and his cock probed her rectal entrance again. She felt the pressure mount but could do nothing other than try and loosen her muscles to ease the way, hoping there would be less pain.
He wasn't at all concerned about pain as he forced his fat cock nose up into her anus, then rocked back and forth to twist another inch, then another into her asshole. His hands slid up and down her back, then around in front of her to cup and then squeeze her full round breasts.
His thumb stroked her nipples as his fingers kneaded her tit meat, mashing and twisting the soft fleshy meat as he worked his cock yet deeper into her rectum. His hands slid down her belly, then gripped her thighs from in front, pulling them up and apart, letting her entire weight come down on her wrists once again.
He pulled her legs wide and back against him as he jammed the entire length of his boner up her asshole, grunting with pleasure as he felt his balls rubbing against the undersides of her buttocks.
"Like that, whore?" he panted. "This is the way all you college girls should wake up every morning, with a good hard cock up the ass." He grunted and thrust up harder, grinding his pelvis against her soft round ass skin as he twisted his cock around inside her guts.