"Wha…" she groaned, her eyes fluttering open. It was dark in the room and she could barely make out Richard's form. "… Hurts."
Richard had again tied her wrists together and thrown the rope over the bare rafter. He had attached the other end to the bedstead.
Her legs were pulled wide, tied with ropes, the ends securely fastened to studs in the cracked walls. With her arms well over her head, it caused her breasts to press together, lift even higher than normal. Her pink nipples were almost touching her chin.
After examining his work, Richard walked over to the north window and opened the shutters, letting the moonlight cascade over her naked body. She was suddenly turned into a vision of creamy, Goddess like beauty. Her flesh took on the tone of ivory, and her hair became a darker red, almost seething.
He felt his cock stir, rise to his stomach. At the same time, the throbbing of the wound she had inflicted, on his temple, increased. The combination of pleasurable anticipation and real pain increased his animal like lust. He licked his lips, looking forward to the next few minutes.
She was a challenge, a beautiful challenge.
But he would break her.
Linda gave him a quick glance and felt her heart skip a beat. The dead like look in his eyes seemed to quicken, then glow. He looked like a savage animal with his blond hair sweeping about his angular face. The muscles in his body were tense, like those of a cat about to spring. His cock was so thick and large it looked like it would burst. The only flaw was the purplish gash on his temple, the dried blood on his neck. Yet that somehow added to his primitive sensuality.
The pain in her ankles and wrists became overshadowed with a fluttering of ecstasy in her cunt. She tried fighting it, to think of the humiliation he had inflicted, but it only made it worse. A tiny drop of pussy juice burned from her opening, glistening in the red-gold cunt hairs like a small, translucent pearl.
"No," she whispered, not to him, but her body. "No… please…"
"See this?" Richard said, pointing to the hair matted wound on his head. "You did this baby, and you're fucking gonna pay."
"I'm… sorry," Linda gasped, truly meaning it.
"That's right," Richard said, a demonic smile forming on his lips. "You're a sorry slut of a bitch."
Linda thought that he was going to slap her from the way he was looking, but instead, he leaned forward and brushed his lips over hers. It was the tenderest kiss she'd ever received.
Stunned, she felt her cunt tingle with excitement. His body was warm and inviting, the taste of his mouth sweet and masculine. The base of her spine twitched, sent a jerk forward.
"Ohhhhh," she whispered, now more afraid than ever. Was this the other end of the spectrum? He was showing her how gentle he could be, to emphasize just how terrible it would be? She bit her tongue, trapping another moan in her throat.
Richard stepped back and looked at her for a long while, his eyes trailing over her perfectly shaped body. At last, he reached down and picked up the blood splattered Coke bottle and gently tossed it from hand to hand, his eyes still on her.
"You hit me with this," he said simply. "You could have killed me."
"I… I wanted to," Linda said, not knowing why she dared.
"Now, that's not nice," Richard, said, as if speaking to a slightly backward child who had forgotten to take out the trash. "Not nice at all."
Linda was about to say something else, but the crashing sound of splintering glass choked the words back in her throat. Richard had grabbed the neck of the bottle and slammed the end of it against a battered chest of drawers. He lifted the bottleneck up and twisted it around slowly, letting the moonlight catch the jagged pieces. He stood there for a long while, watching her horrified expression. Slowly, he moved closer, lowered the broken bottle to her breasts.
"God… don't!" Linda screamed, terror sweeping into her mind like a crashing wave. "Don't!"
"Move an inch, baby, and this tit is gonna look like hamburger. Mmmmmm, and do I love hamburger."
Linda froze, afraid even to breathe. She closed her eyes and waited for the splinters of glass to sear into her flesh, rip out her heart. Time seemed to stand still, and she could actually hear his heartbeat. At last, she opened her eyes and saw that he had moved away, was grinning like the Devil, himself.
"You bastard!" she shrieked, rage overpowering her fear. "You mother fucking bastard!"
To her amazement, Richard threw his head back and began laughing. He placed the broken bottle on the dresser and neared her again. He then grabbed her savagely and bit down on her mouth like a striking snake. His tongue jabbed between her teeth and curled upward, sliding over the roof of her mouth.
"You're good," he murmured into her mouth. "God, you're the best. A real, fucking wild cat."
"You pig!" Linda screamed, jerking her head to one side. She spit. "I'd… I'd rather kiss a pig than you!"
"That might be arranged," Richard grinned. "But not right now. I've got some other tricks up my sleeve."
He walked over to the corner of the room and picked up a khaki colored knapsack. As he fumbled inside, Linda heard the gentle clinking of metal on metal. Her heart froze.
Richard threw the knapsack, down and walked back over, a pair of pliers in his right hand. Without warning, he opened the serrated jaws and clamped them over her left breast. At the same time, he gobbled down on her right tit, sucking the nipple between his bared teeth.
"Jesusssssss!" Linda cried out. How was it possible for anything to be so delicious, so horrible at the same time? One breast was on fire, the other bathed in pulling warmth. It was as if half her body were climaxing, while the other half was being eaten alive. She inhaled and spat out another scream of agony, ecstasy.
"Oh… sweet screams," Richard murmured, lapping his tongue over the swollen mound. He drew his tongue to her armpit, then back to her nipple. "Mmmmmm, you like this, baby?" he whispered, increasing the pressure of the pliers.
Linda could only gurgle. Then, when she felt him remove the pliers, her entire body tingled with pleasure. She thought idiotically of the joke about the boy who kept hitting himself in the head with a hammer, and asked why, that it felt so good when he stopped. Pleasure intensified in her cunt.
Richard licked across her chest, to her bruised nipple. Gently, he sucked the rubbery tip into his mouth and caressed it with his tongue. He felt it pulsate like a cunt.
"Big… sweet tits," he murmured, placing the cold metal of the pliers against her other breast. When she flinched, he slipped the jaws over the glistening nipple, then clamped them shut. "Mmmmmm, scream your sweet life away, baby," he gasped, biting into her flesh with both the instrument and his teeth.
"Aieeeeeee!" Linda shrieked, buckling. Pain and pleasure flooded her body, leaving her limp.
"Want some cock to go along with this?" Richard whispered. "Feel this?" he asked, gyrating his hips, rolling the tip of his cock into her furry, slick cunt opening. "Want it? Hmmmm, want to get fucked and hurt at the same time?"
"No… yes… no… yes," Linda stammered, not knowing herself what it would take to relieve the delicious agony.
Richard pumped his ass forward, digging the tip of his swollen cock inside her pussy. His move was so quick, so forceful, his balls slapped between her legs and hit the crack of her ass.
"Ohhhh… yesssssss!" Linda screamed out. Her insides turned to butter, then seemed to explode. Her pussy lips worked around the base of his cock like a starving mouth, sucking some of the bristles into her puckered membranes. "Fuck me! Goddamn… you… fuck me!"
Richard withdrew his prick quickly, then hammered, back inside. The force of his move caused her body to rock violently, her arms and legs to stretch against the ropes. She screamed out again, her cry a savage mixture of torture end delicious ecstasy.