Sheryle felt as if she were floating in the air – and suddenly she was. Strong hands clamped at her slender waist and lifted her entirely off the floor. Her eyes opened dreamily to see Mr. Stanton holding her. It was as she had thought. He had reached the point of arousal from her nude dancing and masturbation that didn't allow him to simply sit and watch.
But what would he do to her? She quickly found out. He dropped her over the back of a chair, the wooden back cutting into her belly. The air rushed from her lungs. By the time she had regained her breath, she felt the man's hands working swiftly at her ankles. He was binding her securely to the chair legs.
Straightening up, she glanced down and saw that both of her ankles were firmly fastened to the chair. Before she could turn, he looped a strand of cotton rope around her neck and pulled her forward. He allowed her about a foot of slack – but that was it. She was firmly tied to the chair, her hands still free.
"Wh-what're you going to do to me?" she stammered. But the teenager knew. In this position, bent double over the chair, her naked ass jutting up into the air, her legs tied wide apart, there could be only one thing he had in mind.
She wasn't disappointed.
She felt his prick ram hard between the globes of her asscheeks. He probed hard for her asshole. The girl almost passed out when he raced all the way up her spine. The shock of feeling his huge prick throbbing inside her tightest passage made her gasp for air.
Being bent over the chair didn't help her either. And when he began fucking her, using long, powerful strokes, she felt as if she were going to be cut in two. But there was no way she could move to take the impact of his heavy body against her soft ass.
Struggling to get her legs free proved useless. He had tied her down too well. And the rope around her neck prevented her from tossing her head from side to side. She was firmly secured and could only endure what the man did to her.
Not that being butt-fucked by him was all that bad. If only his prick had been better lubricated!
"Please, you're ripping me apart. My asshole is burning up from the friction. Do something!"
He said nothing, hut she felt the tempo of the fucking change, slowing down to a more gradual pace. Dishes clicked on the table and then she felt an oozing gob of butter dribbling between her asscheeks. It was a slippery, nice feeling, one that turned her on almost as much as the lunging prick did.
"Ummm, nice," she moaned. "So nice having your cock well-oiled now."
Still the man refused to reply. He let his cock do all the answering for him. With it nicely oiled now, he slammed harder and harder into her body. She felt her asscheeks flattened every time he jerked forward to bury his prick. The man started to corkscrew himself into her butt with a rotary motion that drove the girl wild.
The candle was still thrust all the way up her pussy. With both it and the cock inside, she was getting a turn-on unlike anything she had ever felt before. It had been interesting when she had been forced to fuck herself on Michael's cock, the burning candle rammed all the way up her backside.
But this was different. The sensations in her young, trim body were new and wonderful. It was almost as if two men were fucking her at the same time.
Best of all, she was tied down. She could allow herself to let go totally. No amount of thrashing about was going to help her at all. She wasn't responsible for the man greeking her. As the victim of the anal rape, she could do nothing to stop him.
Memories of past experiences rushed to her mind. The trucker fucking her up the ass had been her first time really. And having done it, she wanted more. The candle trick hadn't turned her on all that much. She had been too engrossed with the fire licking away at her tender skin. Now that the candle was gone, replaced by a hot and hard prick, she loved it.
She couldn't get enough. But she was smart enough not to tell Stanton this. If he thought she liked this, that she wasn't feeling degraded, he would stop and find some way of humiliating her. And that method might not give her the sensual thrills that she felt mounting in her body right now.
"Cunt, bitch, whore, slut!" he screamed, his body working faster and faster. She felt his hairy thighs grinding into her tender ass. The skin of her behind had been whipped and burned, tortured and tormented until the lightest touch was agony. But it was agony mixed with stark desire. She loved the feel of his huge prick forcing its way up into her bowels. She was filled to overflowing. This had been the way she'd gotten it the first time she had been fucked and the teenager couldn't get enough.
Trying to ram her hips back proved impossible. She was too tightly roped to the chair. Her head was about all the was free. Tossing it up and down, to the full length of the cord he had allowed her, gave the girl enough leverage so that she could get his prick an extra half inch up her tight, clinging ass.
It wasn't much, but it was enough. She came, hard. Her entire body trembled in reaction to his prick. She writhed about, not caring what she did or said.
"Fuck my butt, fuck me goood!" she moaned out. "Give it all to me. Give me that sweet prick of yours hard. Hurt meeee! Hurt me baaaaddd!"
A new dimension was added to the fucking. She still felt his veined prick throbbing hotly up her back, but the man had reached around her and held onto the end of the candle up her cunt. Savagely jerking at this, he was able to fuck her up the cunt at the same time his prick drove mercilessly into her ass.
"Harlot!" he shouted. "Feel my power inside you! Relish the feel of my cock. It is a magic wand and will change you into a quivering mass of screaming flesh!"
"Aieeeee!"
It was almost as if he had planned it that way. The powerful stroke and the grinding motion of his hips came at the same time when the young teenager was on the brink of orgasm. He got her off by slamming the candle even deeper into her seething hot pussy.
She felt the candle pressing into his prick through her guts. The cock strained to press back but the inanimate object seemed to be the most rigid. No matter how steely the prick, it always seemed to bend a little once it entered her body.
The man seemed to realize this. He shouted out in anger, then began fucking her so fast he burned away the butter he had used to lubricate her ass. Her flesh burned. Her insides turned to jelly. He hammered harder and faster into her body until she was sure she would have a permanent crease across her belly from the chair back.
"I'm comminnnng!" he bellowed.
She shrieked at the feel of the hot jizz blasting into her bowels. It wasn't enough to get her off, but the motion of the candle in and out of her pussy was. She came as the man continued to bury his cock all the way up her tiny asshole.
But the candle fell from her cunt and the man's prick melted all too soon. All that was left for the redhead was the same hollow feeling she had started with. There had to be more. There had to be!
"Mr. Stanton – master – please! Don't stop. Do it to me some more!"
But she pleaded with an empty room. The man had left her tied to the chair, her ass protruding nakedly up into the air. She was tied and helpless and now her worst fears had been realized.
She was all alone.
CHAPTER NINE
Sheryle endured the pain lancing into her lush young body better than she did the feeling of being abandoned. All her life she had felt unwanted. When Stanton walked out on her, this only reinforced her feelings.
She could take the physical punishment if it meant him wanting her. She simply hated being left all by herself. Straining against the ropes holding her ankles to the chair legs, she tried to get free. She felt the cotton rope cutting into her naked flesh. Bucking and tossing around, she found she could turn the chair over.