Richard placed his hands on his hips and smiled as she increased the speed of her fucking.
"Just like a bitch in heat," he said. "Come on, whore-dog, faster. Suck on my cock like you did with your cum licking mouth."
Linda bounced back and forth furiously. She knew she had to. God knows what he would do to her if she didn't.
"Tell me again how you like it," Richard ordered. "I love it!" Linda cried out, every word piercing into her brain. "I love your big cock. I love the way it pushes inside my pussy. Mmmmmm, I can't get enough."
Well, they were just words, she thought. Not that she meant them. She bit her lower lip to inflict pain, to ease the growing pleasure inside her cunt. She wouldn't mean those words. This time she wouldn't fall prey to her emotions.
A delicate throb began in the back of her cunt, melted toward her opening. It fluttered the circular entrance, buzzed about his plunging cock. Then like some one-celled animal, it split, increased in size. She got hotter.
"I love it," she intoned. "I… I… yes, I do! I love it!"
This time she meant it with all her heart. The agonizing pleasure seamed to break through some barrier and inflame her entire insides. The ripples turned into spasms, then hard convulsions. Seconds later an enormous burst of climax filled her guts. She withered and bucked furiously, tugged at the ropes, strained until her flesh turned white. She wanted to grab those swinging balls, milk them of that molten cum.
"Not… bad," Richard grunted, watching his greasy cock slip in and out of her sucking hole. "You fuck pretty good, you know that?" Another hot blast of orgasm filled Linda's cunt. This time the sensation was so powerful, she felt bones snap in her neck. She straightened completely out and jammed her stomach against the mattress as if she were trying to become part of the bed. Then, as her pleasure peaked, she rocked back and forth, chewed on her right shoulder with her bared teeth.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed, then fell in an exhausted heap. She felt as if her very insides had been scooped out. "Oh… Goddd…" she moaned softly.
"Don't stop now bitch," Richard said keep up a steady rhythm. "Use that pussy of yours. Come on, fuck me."
Linda used the last of her strength to move her ass back and forth, but she wanted nothing more than to relax for a while. Ecstasy had been simply too good, leaving her drained. Suddenly she felt the base of his cock throb hard, stretch her swollen opening. She closed her eyes and could almost see the thick, milky masses of cum boiling in his balls.
"Load me up," she whispered, finding her energies returning. She pumped her ass back and forth more quickly. "God, I want my pussy full of hot cum!" Richard fell foreword and crushed his entire weight into her spasming hole. He froze for a second, then began tearing in and out of her pussy like a crazed animal.
"Oh… fuck… fuck… fuck," he panted clawing at her shoulders with fingers. "I… I… Unhhhhhhh!"
The first of his boiling cum load hit her insides with a swishing sound, then seemed to explode, covering every square inch. The second glob of jism burst from his cockhead, then sloshed back around his plunging shaft. Seconds later thick streams of milky fluid seeped from her hole and bubbled downward, coating the crack of her ass.
Linda threw her upper body to one side, straining the bond on her left hand. Cum and cock were driving her crazy, filling her with pure ecstasy. At last her entire body shook with one climax after another.
"Yesssssssssssss," she hissed, then fell in a sweaty heap her chest heaving quickly. "All of it, baby," Richard, yelled, hammering in the bulk of his load, feeling it squirt back from her hole and coat her nuts. "Take every Goddamned drop and screw it right up to your cock sucking brains!" Finally, he thrust in the last of his jism and squirmed his ass around. He dug his toes into the material of the mattress and lunged forward until she thought his cock would break in half. Slowly, she relaxed, still feeling his shaft throb with release.
"Oh… shit, that's the best little tail I've ever had," he gasped, squeezing his hands under her body and fondling her breasts.
As they lay there, molded into one writhing mass of flesh, they seemed to forget their hatred. Richard even kissed her lightly on the cheek. Linda responded with a delicate shiver. "Would you untie me now?" she asked a short while later. "Huh?" Richard asked sleepily. "I said would you untie me now?" The boy flinched, then relaxed. He was silent for a few moments, then pulled away and spoke.
"Sure," he said. "You've just got to promise you wont try to get away."
"I promise," Linda said, meaning it at the time. Slowly Richard undid the ropes, then stood up from the bed. He walked toward another room, then turned. "I'm gonna take a piss, but I'll be right back," he said. "You will be here, wont you?"
Linda nodded her head, but she didn't look at him. After he left, she pulled herself off the bed and touched her bare feet to the cool, dirty hardwood floors. She shot a quick, hunted look around the room, then stood. Now was her chance. She wanted to run, but pain shot into her joints like hot needles. After grabbing her clothes, she stumbled toward the far door, opposite where Richard had exited.
I don't care what the police say, she thought. I'm going down there and tell them everything. I'll see that bastard behind bars!
She touched the tarnished, brass doorknob and yanked the door open, shooting a quick glance over her right shoulder. He was still out of the room. She turned and fell forward, to let her momentum pull her down the steps. Instead, she fell into Richard's arms.
"Why, hello," the boy said, his tone mocking. "Going somewhere?"
Linda had known terror before, but nothing like she felt at this moment. She could read the reaction in his eyes. There wasn't the blind hatred, which she could have understood; there was nothing, no emotion at all.
"Back to the bed," he said, pushing against her body.
"I… I wasn't going to leave," she lied, "I swear…"
"I said, back to the bed. Looks like there's a lot less, uh, trust between us than I thought," he said.
Meekly, and like a lamb to the slaughter, Linda obeyed. As she held her head down, however, her eyes were furtive, trying desperately to find same sort of object to protect herself with… to attack that smug, handsome face.
As she was about to kneel on the bed, she saw the end of a Coke bottle protruding from under the bed. Slowly, she lay down and lowered her left hand over the edge of the mattress. Then, when Richard sat on the bed and reached for the ropes, she gripped the bottle and swung.
When the boy saw her quick movement, he turned, startled. The greenish bottle hit him across the right temple. His eyes bulged stupidly for a second, then rolled in his head. He fell across her body, his shoulder hitting her chin.
Thrilled, Linda struggled from under his body and rolled off the bed. Only ten feet to the door. She could crawl that distance if she had to. His knee brushed against her hip as she lunged on all fours toward that precious door, and to freedom.
Suddenly, she felt a vise like grip around her right ankle. She turned and gasped. Richard held her with his last bit of strength.
"You… bitch," he growled, falling off the bed, crushing her beneath him. "You fucking… bitch."
His weight knocked the air out of her, but she still had the strength to rake her nails over his shoulders and arms. She felt bits of flesh cling to her nails.
Then he hit her, sending her world into a pit of quiet, dreamless darkness.
CHAPTER SIX
Linda felt her wrists burn. She wasn't quite awake, but the memory of what had happened in the last few hours was very real. She felt herself being pulled upward, then a tugging sensation on both ankles. Her legs were being pulled wide, very wide. Seconds later, her pelvis bones popped as she was forced into a spread-eagle position. Her heels barely touched the rough texture of the floor.