"Get on your fucking knees. Get on your knees right fucking now."
I could see she was terrified because she stumbled in her haste to obey me- still shocked at being yanked off the street. The garage was lit with a single swaying bulb, battered by moths in the hot summer air. She never took her eyes from mine. I smiled coldly. She was a natural. And I was going to take my sweet time with her.
Reaching behind me I yanked on the chain attached to the sliding metal door. It clattered on the concrete with a sound of finality. She flinched as though she'd been hit—something I'd be enjoying soon enough. I stepped into the harsh yellow circle of light. I let her see my rough, grease-stained hands, my tented work pants. Slowly I loosened my belt. She trembled as I slid it from the belt loops one by one. Her full red lips were parted as she struggled to keep calm. Her breath came in shallow spurts, making her juicy tits heave up and down.
"You got a name?" I hissed suddenly.
She stammered," Ye—yes. "
"You won't be needing it any more," I said. "But you can call me sir. Do what I tell you and....well, you will get hurt. But I'll let you live if you do exactly as I say." She stifled a whimper and nodded, slowly.
"Good girl. Crawl over here."
She crawled awkwardly over the cold concrete. I gathered her long dark hair in my hand, wound it around my fist. I yanked her head back to expose the pale skin of her throat. She let out a small, choked cry as her eyes rolled back. She looked about to pass out, which wasn't what I wanted- yet.
"Mmmm, " I growled low. I kept one hand in her hair as I worked my zipper down. My nine inch cock was hot and heavy, and I sighed with relief as it sprang free. I brought it close to her, and I slapped her face with it as hard as I could. Tiny drops of pre-cum stood out on her pale cheek. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small switchblade I kept there. I let her hear the wicked click as it sprang open. She froze. I traced the blade over the flimsy fabric of her tee shirt. The cotton was soaked with sweat—fear, probably, and the heat of a summer night in the city. Her nipples stood out, stiff against the fabric. I traced them with my thumb, the knife still clutched in my other fingers.
"No bra for you, you little whore? Noting to cover those pretty tits? I saw that. Why do you think I followed you? And those slutty little cut off shorts. I see what a nasty little cunt you are. "
I yanked her head back and jammed my cock down her throat in one huge thrust. She gulped and sobbed for air around the thick, punishing length of my meat. I groaned through my gritted teeth as the wet velvet clutch of her mouth and throat submitted to the angry pummeling of my raging hardness. I fucked her face until tears and snot were running down her cheeks. Her eyes were screwed shut, and she made only the smallest, most pathetic attempts to push me away. I pulled out suddenly, and laid a ringing slap across her cheek. As she gasped and retched, I pushed past her lips once more. This time she swallowed the length at once, without hesitation. The bitch knew what was good for her.
"You look so pretty with my cock down your throat," I teased. "Do you like it? Answer me, bitch!" I yelled, knowing full well she was in no position to speak. Desperately, she tried to nod, inadvertently fucking her face onto me even harder. I laughed as I felt the familiar ball of fire gathering deep in my groin. Normally I wouldn't let a bitch off this easy, but we had a long night ahead of us. I pulled gently out, letting her think it was over. And that's when I came all over her face.
I let go of her sticky hair and fisted her shirt with one hand while slicing it to shreds with the other. A thin line of blood rose on the curve of one bare breast. She gave a little moan, and tried to cover herself with her hands. I kicked them away from her chest with the steel toe of my boot, a blow that sent her crashing across the floor, into one of the steel beams that held up the ceiling. She moaned, dizzy and almost unconscious.
It was easy to pull her up onto her knees, twist her arms behind her back and around the beam. It was easy to padlock her hands together with an old bicycle lock I had lying around. I had to admire my work. The bondage thrust her pretty tits out, and they swayed gently as she struggled. Her tiny cutoff shorts were all that shielded her from total exposure as she squirmed around on the dirty, dusty floor on her bare knees. Satisfied that she wouldn't be going anywhere, I went in back and made a few phone calls.
When I returned she was slumped over as far as her bonds would allow. She snapped to attention at the sound of my footsteps.
