"I've chased you for over a year, you slut, and now I'm going to have you. Don't deny that you want it. We both know that you crave my stinking cock to be inside you."
Roughly the fat, dirty man pulled her hair downward, tipping her head back so that her chin came even with his lips. His breath reminded her of something long dead and decomposing.
The rope around her wrists pulled tight and caused pain to shoot from her arm sockets to her fingers. Yet, she didn't move, she was afraid to move.
"You know you'd like to kiss me and cum for me," he stated. His lips just touched the edge of hers, "don't you?" he asked again, "Why resist?"
Her eyes opened wider, still, she didn't move.
She reminded him of a little mouse on a chain. He enjoyed watching her twist endlessly at the end of his ropes. Her nude blonde body was sexy. The more she suffered the harder he became when he came to visit her. He enjoyed listening to her beg. It was better when she begged him. He intended for her to beg tonight.
Lightening flashed overhead and the leaves around them began to move. She stood on the bare ground. The grass had long since vanished because of the time she'd spent suspended from the weeping willow above.
"You know it's going to rain soon," he commented as he watched thick black storm clouds gather above their heads. Carefully he took a portion of her ass between his fingers and pinched. She took a deep breath and held it making not a sound. He didn't release until he saw tears gather in her eyes.
"Makes you want me to fuck you don't it little one?" he asked.
He winked at her, let go and moved away.
She didn't move. Her ass hurt like hell and she knew that a new bruise was going to form where his fingers had been. Already she had several black and blue marks on various places along her thighs and butt. She tried not to make the pain worse by touching them. He did not.
Her eyes always reflected her fear. This time he saw something else. Something he wasn't sure he was reading correctly. Could it be lust? Was she finally getting turned on by the pain he was causing her?
A black and blue mark on one of her snow white breasts excited him. It could be centered on the nipple he decided. The pain from the bruise with the pleasure of his tongue licking the nipple would delight him. He already knew it'd make her cum. He pulled her closer and laughed when she screamed out in pain.
"Look at those nipples grow!" he remarked, as his grimy fingers passed over each one and then pinched them into life.
His fingers traveled lower until they met the rim of her pussy. She trembled, he eased his fingers inside.
"Don't resist me, little one," he warned.
Her eyes widened. This can't be happening she reasoned and tried to pull away. Gently his fingers moved inside her, caressing, teasing and promising more then he planned to deliver.
"Don't tell me you don't like that, bitch," he whispered in her ear. "I know what my little sluts like and I know you like to have your flower pot played with."
His hand collided with her backside. The force of the blow caused her to gasp and her feet went flat on the ground. She screamed again and stood back up on her tip toes.
Teardrops formed in her eyes and she trembled.
"Look at the size of your nipples." He laughed again. "You can't tell me you're not turned on."
Her brownish nipples stood at attention. They looked as if they were calling out to him to lick them.
Slowly he withdrew his fingers from her pussy and passed them under her nose.
"Smell yourself bitch," he said. She jerked backward, staggering as she went. He followed pulling her back into his arms as he did so, easing her feet from the ground so the pain would go away. One at a time he began licking his fingers.
"Finger lickin'good!" he remarked laughing.
The storm clouds changed color and thunder sounded from the sky.
"It's here," he remarked, "the storm has arrived."
The sky danced with lightening and rain began to fall in a light drizzle. The rain was cool and it gave her body relief.
Suddenly the arms holding her tight and up right let go. She staggered to keep herself standing. Her feet and legs felt like two dead poles, which she had little to no control over. The ropes tied around her wrists pulled tight because she had flattened her feet.
He smiled as he watched her try to find a comfortable way to stand. If she flattened her feet he knew her arms would be pulled so tight that they'd cry out in pain. If she gave them relief by standing on the tip of her toes then her feet, ankles and legs would scream out in pain. No matter what she did it was torture. He'd told her when she got tried of the pain, to let him know, and they'd fuck. Otherwise, she could stay there forever, between heaven and hell. So far she'd chosen to suffer. No matter, he enjoyed that too.
"You are going to have to ask me to make you cum you know," the fat man said, "You want to cum don't you?"
Droplets of rain sped down his face and dripped to the ground around him. She thought he looked like an unclothed clown in all his glory all he really needed to make the custom complete was a red nose.
He laughed and his huge body jiggled. The droplets of rain only made the smell of his unwashed skin worse. The dry dirt under her feet began to dampen she realized when she felt patches of mud began to form.
Slowly he circled her body. Almost like the ring leader in a circus. His wet shirt wrinkled, smelly and stained stuck to his body like glue. He slowly unbuttoned it and dropped it by the shed as he passed it by.
Her arms were beginning to feel numb. Her legs begged to sit down, but if she did sit her arms would fall off. Her toes felt so stuff and numb that she wasn't sure she could move them anymore.
His belt is the next item to go. Slowly he doubled it between his hands and cracked it twice, loudly. She shivered. Realizing what his intentions were.
He smiled and caresses her moaning body with dirty fingers.
"The belt is a promise of future events." He whispered into her ear and discards it between two branches of the tree for later use.
Her eyes traveled to the old shed. It's the only place she could find any comfort. Like clockwork he chained her to it. He always allowed her to relax and bath for 48 hours. After that he tied her back up and the same torture is begun again.
He watches as her eyes travel to the shed. He looks forward to the events that might transpire in that building before the sun rises. She is everything that he admires in a woman. She is tall, trim and beautiful. Her long, long hair is her best feature he admits.
His eyes follow her reddish hair as it swings around in circles along her body in waves of curls. It is thick and knotted from his rough handling; the dampness from the rain only makes her more desirable he realizes.
Her eyes move away from the shed and back to him, almost begging him to end it.
"Why doesn't he just get it over with?" She wonders.
She shifted positions allowing her feet to lay flat on the ground for relief only briefly. Then she quickly changed back. He knows that her body is crying out in pain. Yet, he does nothing.
"It's almost time isn't it, lovely?" he finally remarks. Watching her only makes him grow harder.
