"Let's get out of here, Judy" he said, giving her no opportunity to resist as he took her hand and led her out of the bar and into his car. In the car his fingers resumed their clitoral caresses, and he allowed her to come. He took her hair in his hands, softly but firmly pulling her head into his lap. As she began stroking his cock with her fingers and tongue he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. One hand on the wheel, the other alternating between buttons and hair, he had most of her clothing in shambles when he pulled into his garage. When the door had closed completely he pulled her already tender throat away from his only slightly larger than average prick. Judy thanked the god she believed in, and trusted; as she sucked deeply for the air she had been deprived of, she could feel the irritation turning to pain and hoped there would be no more of that tonight. She was still ready for a few orgasms, but some of the earlier excitement had been replaced with the realization that she had no idea where she was or how she got there. They had driven for at least 30 minutes, she thought, but didn't know which direction, or how fast he had driven. "I'll never do this again," she told herself, "but I may as well get all I can out of this one."
He kissed her, gently now, mouthed closed, tenderly, and she relaxed further. "Let me show you my house, honey." Inside, he constantly stroked her gently, her hair, neck, arms, only occasionally brushing against her breast or ass. She was getting wet again, her prior thoughts of her vulnerability disappearing, she began to feel this was someone she would like keep around for awhile. She amused herself with the thought that she "would have to learn to deep throat that big dick".
When they got to the bedroom, he put his strong hands nearly around her tiny waist and pulled her to him and into a deep, passionate kiss, probing her with his tongue, then pulling her tongue into his mouth, sucking and nibbling, stronger and harder, until she moaned. He guided her backwards onto the bed, sliding what remained of her skirt over her belly, and sliding his tongue between her lips, darting across her clit, back between her lips and into her.
She came again, only slightly, as he withdrew. "Would you like to tie me up?", he asked softly, preparing his next response to the words he knew she would meekly whisper now. "I'm the submissive one, would you like to tie me up?"
Judy had fantasized for years about being totally under the control of such a sexual man, but although she was naive, inexperienced, she was an intelligent girl. Once the restraints were in place, her naiveté disappeared, and her intelligence could do nothing for her, as she felt an explosion of pain between her legs. Her head leaned forward, her eyes searching for the cause, finding it in his hand, raised, poised to strike again. "NO!" she cried as the leather struck again, then again. Her head rolled back, tensing with pain; all her martial arts training could not give her the strength to free her ankles from strong hands as her legs were spread wider and she was positioned on her side with her head hanging off the side of the bed and her hips at the corner.
She had no concept of time, had lost the sensation of pain long before she even realised that more than one man was using her. When one had finished, another took his place. At all times, her pussy, her ass, her mouth, were always full of hard, thrusting cock.
She knew she would die; hoped she would die; she became angry when she felt clean cold moisture on her face, and realised she was laying in tall grass, still alive, the light of early morning sun beginning to give her a view of her torn body. A new pain began, as she realised she would have to face the man who loved her, who had made it easier to end her marriage.
