She gulped when he said that. She couldn't imagine what it would be like having her tongue tied tight with the string and then pulled out of her mouth.
What happened was almost as bad. He grabbed the collar of string that already hung loose around her neck, gave it a tug, then said, "I'm fastening the loose end to the head of the bed. You can sit up perhaps halfway. Try it."
She did and found herself strangled by the thin, biting cord.
It was a horrible predicament she was in. Unable to sit up, her hands bound behind and under her, ankles mercilessly tied so that her cunt was wide open, she was as helpless as anyone can be.
And she was totally in the dark. Being blind, having all her tactile senses clit off, all she could do was listen and wait.
"You didn't like my cock before," he said in a conversational voice. "I wonder if you'd like something else crammed up your cunt."
"No, please. I want you. Your cock is, ungh! Aieeee!"
Whatever he stuck up her twat was round and hard and cold. He began twisting it from side to side. For a moment, she thought she would pass out from the pain. It all smashed into her at once. Legs, arms, cunt. All her nerves were screaming in agony.
"I just shoved the handle of a broom up there. A little house cleaning seemed in order," he said. With a wet plop he pulled the stick out.
She heard a lewd slurping noise.
"Hmmmm, you taste damn good. The cunt juice you left on the stick is really fine stuff."
She shuddered. He wouldn't even eat her out. She was less than an animal, to him. He wouldn't treat any beast the way he was treating her now.
And she hated herself for loving it!
He was degrading her, doing such terrible and humiliating things and yet she wanted him more than she'd ever wanted any man before.
"Please, I want your cock! Stuff it in! Fuck me!"
"Fuck you? You mean you want me to grant you the fine gift of my manhood? Why should I? You weren't very appreciative of it before. Will you be now?"
"Yes."
"Cunt. You're lying. I can tell."
For long minutes there was silence. She strained to hear what he was doing. She couldn't tell. The harsh pounding of blood in her ears drowned out her normal acute sense of hearing.
The strain built up inside her. The waiting was worse than anything he could have done to her. What was he planning? Had he left her like this? Was she abandoned to starve to death, tied like a pig? Or was he getting ready to do something really horrible to her?
All those thoughts and more raced through her mind. She was in constant agony now. The noose around her neck didn't bother her. It was loose. But the way he'd tied her hands was murder. Circulation had died and the strain of lying on her arms made her shoulders throb with a dull pain.
And the way she was tied to that her twat was widely exposed to whatever he wanted to do.
She couldn't think of enough good things to make that pain go away.
Then the bed bounced a couple times as if he were jumping on it. She moaned in agony as the string clit deeply into her ankles. The bouncing of the bed was the worst thing that could happen there.
Her cunt actually felt like it was tearing. Another such bounce and she was certain she'd come apart all the way to the chin. There'd be halves of her left on the bed, tied together only at the wrists.
"I've decided to give you a second chance," she heard him say. From the direction of the voice, he'd climbed onto the bed and was crouching between her wide-spread legs.
He was going to fuck her.
She tensed and said nothing.
When his hand brushed against her clit, she came. She screamed out, "AIIEEE!" and thrashed wildly on the bed. It was such a mild tweak of her go-button but all the torment had strung her out to the highest sexual tension possible. It was that easy to have him pluck her string.
"I think you might be ready. You seem to appreciate my hand a bit more than you did earlier."
"Give me your cock!"
"Silence!" he roared. "I command, you obey. I'll let you have my cock when I deem it time. Not one second before!"
She mumbled, "Sorry," but the pain was working on her again. She was confused. Pleasure had assaulted her body with the same intensity that the pain was. The two mixed in an old brew. She couldn't tell which was which anymore.
As his cock head began lightly dragging across her pussy lips, a quiver raced up and down her spine. She wanted that cock ramming in and out of her cunt so badly!
Yet she didn't dare say a word. He might never let her have it. And, bound as she was, there would be nothing she could do to retrieve it. She had to play along with him. It was the only game in town.
"Like the feel, eh?" he said.
She groaned, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out. The torment of pain was bad. The torment of pleasure was infinitely worse. His prick was gently poking in and out of her labia. He rubbed his cock against her clit several times. Whenever he did, it made the sexual tension in her body build to the breaking point.
Holding down the cum, she knew it was only going to be a matter of minutes before climax smashed her body again. She wished the pain would go away. But in a completely opposite way to nature, it was turning her on. She was becoming more sensitized to pleasure.
She could compare the two. With pain a constant thing in her black universe, the pleasure blazed mightily. And his cock was giving her as much enjoyment as she could handle at the moment.
Then he drove his hips forward. The first four or five inches of his prick unasked between her sex lips. She gasped both in ecstasy and in agony.
The joy of having his cock finally in her pussy was immense. So was the pain caused by rocking on the bed. It pulled her legs even straighter, clit into her ankles and put incredible tension on her crotch.
That was the center of all her pleasure and pain – her snatch. Strained to the breaking point, the man was fucking her. Pain. Sex. Enjoyment.
All mixed in her head until she couldn't tell them apart at all. She wanted him fucking her. That was all she cared about. The pain was becoming minor in comparison to this one overwhelming drive. "Fuck me hard!" she chanted over and over. When her throat became raw from her shouts, she collapsed limply onto the bed.
As if this moment of surrender was what he had been waiting for, he began driving his cock into her cunt.
He slammed the last three inches, his balls slapping wetly against her ass. She experienced every inch of his penetration. The rocking of the bed caused more pain but it was more than offset by the screaming wonder of having his prick all the way up her twat again.
Fucking started. Slow, gentle, easy. The pain was still greater than the happiness she felt.
As he speeded up, she began to feel offsetting emotions. Her body was responding equally now. The feel of his cock in her pussy generated enough warming friction to set her carnal fires ablaze.
"More, faster, oh, give me more! Ride me hard!" she whined.
"Like it now, huh, slut? I'll give it all to you and more!"
With his cock buried all the way up her twat, he started twisting his hips in a clockwise circle. She knew she was going to come apart as he stirred that lusty rod deep in her guts.
Normally, it would have been sheer delight. Now it was ecstasy mixed with pain. The bouncing on the bed caused the string to slice into her flesh. The hard driving of his prick into her already taut cunt was both pleasure and pain.
But mostly, she enjoyed.
The sexual pressures inside her were building to the breaking point once more.
She came.
And almost strangled herself. The joys of being fucked so expertly ran throughout her body. She raised her shoulders off the bed in an attempt to drive her hips down around the wonderfully impaling spike of cock.