AUTHOR = Katherine English
E-MAIL = katherine_english@yahoo.com
| EDITOR's NOTE - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Chapter 1 and Chapter 2. |
Chapter 3
Already the voices called to me as Samantha dragged me across the floor, her hand clutching the short length of leash which stretched taut against my spine.
The box, the new one, was smaller than the first... more coffin-like in appearance, measuring approximately four feet tall and six feet in length. A fitting place to die, I considered as the voices drew me in once more... or to go mad.
Again time began to fade, replaced by the taunting murmurs of my constant companions.
"Why didn't you let him touch you?" they hissed. "Would it have been so bad? Would it have been worse that this?"
I shuddered... how could I shut them out? Would I ever be free of them again? Would I ever be free at all?
"Do it, Amy... beg... plead," they urged. "Do whatever you have to do to survive... to live. Do it... do it... do it...."
An anguished cry tore from my lips as I spotted the hose, thrusting through the tiny aperture at my feet... beginning to drip into the box.
"Tony!" I screamed, throwing my body against the door. "Please... ohhh... please! Let me... let me! I'll do what you want! I'll do anything! I'm begging you... please!"
(a pause)
"Tony," I howled once more, "please... oh, please!" I whispered. I... want it... I want it. I'm begging you, Tony... let me!"
"Let you... what, Bitch?" he growled from beyond the darkness. "Say it... SAY IT!"
I cringed... but the words flowed freely, unstoppably from my lips. "Let me... suck... you... your... your cock, Tony. I want you in my mouth, Tony... please. PLEASE!"
"Then show me," he mocked. "Put your lips on the hose and show me, Bitch!"
Frantically, I lowered my head and began to suck, the flow increasing from a tiny trickle to a massive flood that drenched my breasts and body as I tried in vain to prove my intentions to my captor.
Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the hose was gone... the aperture closed. I opened my mouth to cry out... to renew my pleas, but found it unnecessary. In a few moments I heard the lock snap, and the door was once more opened, the bright light of a single bulb piercing my vision.
I squinted into the glare of the room, a shadow looming before me... a large shape... Tony.
Eyes wide, I watched as he silently released his belt... his zipper... then pushed his pants and boxers down to his thighs.
"Prove it, Bitch," he said simply.
And I did.
Hungrily, I ground my face against his crotch... taking him into my mouth as far as I could, as far as my lack of experience allowed... sucking... sucking as though my life depended upon it.
Again I felt his hands in my hair, forcing me forward, hard against his body. "All of it, Bitch. Open your throat! Do it!" Then, giving a savage yank, he drove the last of his massive cock deep into my throat, his pubic hair crushed against my lips and face, his flesh choking me... strangling me as I struggled against my bonds, my wrists growing chaffed and raw. "Harder!" he demanded. "Harder! You love it, don't you, Amy?! Tell me... I want to hear it... beg Amy... beg!"
Frantically, I tried to please him, sucking harder and harder, my voice muted and pleading as he rammed heavily deep within my throat. Then, with a final ferocious thrust, he groaned and I tasted his salty cum fill my mouth, running down my throat, spilling between my lips, down my chest.
"Swallow it, Bitch! All of it! Lick it dry!" he commanded.
I closed my eyes and began to swallow, images of The Box swimming among my tears as I hastened to obey. Finally, the flow ceased, and I sank back upon my heels, thankful that my ordeal was over. But apparently Tony had other ideas.
Stepping out of his pants, Tony tossed me over his shoulder, the bared, rounded orbs of my body jiggling in the air, and carried me to the table in the center of the room once more. There he perched me, my buttocks on the edge, and pressed my back flat against the cold, metal surface of so long ago. This time he pulled me forward and brutally spread my legs, tying my ankles wide apart... my legs to those of the table in an obscene display.
Without preamble, I felt his hand thrust crudely between my thighs... his fingers probing deep inside my auburn curls... invading my most intimate recesses. Again my wrists sought their freedom... a release from the abrasive binding which cut into my tortured flesh.. My body screamed out in torment as he plundered my tight passage, twisting and probing until I had to stifle my screams or risk The Box once more. And then I felt his thumb... thick and callused, forcing the heavy ring of muscle between my cheeks.
"OOOHHHH!!" I cried, the anguish escaping my lips.
He paused.
"What is it, Amy?" he taunted. "Don't you like this?" he asked, savagely jabbing the fullness of his thumb once more between my quivering buttocks. "Something to say to me, Amy?" he threatened. "So, say it, Bitch!"
"I-I like it, Tony," I wailed, as he once more plundered my narrower passage. "Please, Tony... don't stop," I begged, the tears flowing in torrents down my cheeks. "Please... OH... PLEASE!" I fairly screamed as he thrust deeper and deeper.
Then, in an instant, the hand was gone, and I felt my legs being spread wide as his roughened thighs pressed hotly between my own.
"I've been waiting for this for six days," he groaned as he forced my "lips" apart and pounded full length into my quivering core.
I screamed as visions of Randy filled my mind. But this was no boy in the front seat of his dad's car... this was a man... full and heavy... massively appointed... tearing at my near-virginal channel with brutal and punishing thrusts.
He laughed... loud and long, then fairly howled in his guttural tones, "Say it, Amy! I want to hear it. Tell me to fuck your pussy, Amy... beg me... DO IT!"
I quivered, almost pausing, but still The Box loomed in my memory... anything but that! And so I obeyed, the words slipping between my lips like foul sewage, like the taste of his cock upon my tongue.
"Yes, Tony, I want it. I want you to...."
He lunged again, lancing me with a savage blow.
"Say it all! What did I tell you, Amy? SAY IT!"
"FUCK MY PUSSY!" I screamed as the pain shot through my hips deep into my belly.
And with that he groaned, obscene mutterings keeping pace with his massive thrusts as he lunged over and over, his body growing rigid as he shot his thick cum deep inside of me.
"OOOHHHHH... YEAH, BABY! Take it all... Take it all! FUCK! FUCK!!"
I shivered as his heat filled me, frightened at the pink-tinged flow that followed his thrusts and now coated my thighs.
"Your boyfriend didn't do a very good job," he smirked as he forced my pussy apart and examined the red and ravaged aperture from which his now softening cock had slipped. "Not good at all," he laughed, probing the tender flesh with his finger once more.
"Suck it," he ordered, pulling me upright by my collar. "This is what it tastes like when a real man does it!" Then, watching as I obeyed, he began to once more release my legs and drag me back to the crate from which I'd come.
"NO!" I screamed. "I did what you wanted! I'll do more... ANYTHING! PLEASE! Don't put me back in The Box," I begged, my voice raw and rasping.
Tony opened the door and forced me to me knees, his hand against my back... pushing me forward into the gloom... the taunting voices. Quickly, I swung about, my lips seeking his cock once more... my eyes pleading for yet another chance.
"My, my... you ARE a hungry Bitch!" he laughed. "Alright, Slut... if you want it so bad, suck it dry... clean it off with your tongue."
Trembling, I hastened to obey, the opened doorway taunting my every gesture... urging me to greater heights. Finally, I felt Tony begin to stiffen once more, his heavy presence filling my mouth... my throat. I sucked harder, deeper, hoping against hope that my efforts would win me a place outside of The Box's confines. But then, just as I began to taste the first tiny drops of his cum on my tongue, he withdrew and, turning me around, pressed my face and upper body down against the hard cement floor.
Tony, his hand pressing heavily against the back of my neck, now reached beneath my hips and raised my posterior into the air, his knees insinuated tightly between my own.
I whimpered. I'd heard about this... this painful coupling to which some men subjected their women, but I never thought that I....
Immediately, I remembered the horrific thrusts of Tony's thumb not so long ago. This would be worse... so much worse, a small voice screamed into my quailing mind. Tony was huge... at least twice the size of Randy... and this small, tight opening was no match for....
"OOOHHHHHH!!!!!!" I screamed, my voice bouncing off the very walls. The Pain! Like a hot poker cleaving my body in two as he drove his thick, rigid cock full-thrust into my tight hole. My hands, still bound securely behind my back, clutched convulsively in the air as he rammed himself "home" once more... and again.
Tony grunted... his exertions powerful, his thrusts slowed by the incredible tightness of my narrow passage. Finally, after what seemed like eons in agony, he penetrated deeply into my belly with one last massive lunge, and filled me once again with the hot, sticky effluent of his sex. He groaned, his body falling atop mine, blackness overcoming me as I drifted into a world where pain and voices could no longer reach me.
Time passed.
When I awoke I was no longer in the warehouse proper, but once more back in a Box. This was a different box, however... much smaller... this time with a light and a warm blanket on the floor. Though my collar still remained, my wrists had been untied, and the short leash to which they had been attached was now absent. This apparently was the reward for my cooperation, for here the voices had all but vanished beneath the dim glow of the small bulb, and I could control the shivers that had wracked my body with the gentle comfort of a warm, soft covering.
But it was still a Box.
And I was still its prisoner.
I curled into the corner, my blanket wrapped tightly about me... and sobbed.
THE END (not yet) go to Chapter 4
