Slavegirl For Sale
by Benny Klaus
(SA-105)


CHAPTER ONE 

Myrna Montgomery lay naked and trembling on the bed. She gasped for air, 
feeling her head ache from the brutal treatment she'd received. She forced 
her eyes open, trying to see in the dim yellow light. She was in a man's 
bedroom, and he was looming over her. 

Hank Hale was a powerful man. His curly blonde hair and handsome face belied 
the kind of person he was. In his muscular body was a capacity for brutality 
the young brunette had never experienced before. 

And she was now his slave. 

She gazed down the length of her naked body and could see that she was now 
spreadeagled on the cruel man's large four-poster bed. As she turned to look 
at her right wrist, she tried pulling on it again, thinking that she might 
have only been dreaming when she tried and failed to free herself before. 
She tried to stay calm, tried to reason it all out. 

Hank had never turned on her before, and they'd known each other for six 
months. She kept telling herself she would be all right. But why was he 
doing this to her? 

Her attempt to stay calm quickly failed as she saw the way the thick rope 
had been tightly tied around her wrist. She could see the thick knot, and 
her gaze trailed away to where the rope led. The post of the bed stood up 
like a monument to her fear, and the rope was firmly bound around it. 

Hank strode over and took hold of the rope. He began to twist it, and as he 
did the girl felt it get still tighter, cutting into her wrist even more. 
The fiery pain hurt her deeply, and she shut her eyes tight once again and 
tried to make the whole thing go away. It was useless. She was bound and 
naked on Hank's bed, a prisoner of this vicious young criminal. 

The reality of her situation filtered through to her. The pain made her head 
ache even more, and reminded her of the aching bruises on her face. She had 
to reason with this brute ... somehow. 

"P ... please, Hank. Why are you doing this to me?" 

"You know very well," he shot back angrily. "Where's the money you've been 
putting off paying me for two months now? Where's the two hundred and fifty 
bucks?" 

Myrna couldn't believe it. How could he torture her like this for so little 
money? She had held out on him, all right, but what had she done to deserve 
a beating ... and now this? She thought back to the first time she had ever 
met Hank. She had been introduced to him by her most trusted friend, a guy 
named Egbert Smith. He said the curly haired blonde guy was a dealer in 
drugs, and the girl could make some dough by helping him peddle some. 

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Myrna and Egbert were crashing 
together, two penniless eighteen year olds who had broken off all contact 
with their folks and were tying to make it in distant New York City. She had 
no one else, and Egbert's idea for earning some bread seemed perfect. 

Besides, Hank was a good looking guy, and she had the hots for him. 

Myrna had liked the idea of getting into some pretty dealing, but had never 
been able to find someone with the right connection. Hand sounded like he 
might be a perfect guy to know. She had gone over to his pad with Egbert 
about six months before. 

The young girl had been impressed with the dope dealer from the start. She 
dug his curly blonde hair and his ruggedly handsome face. His physique was 
impressive, almost as good as Lou Ferringo's in the Hulk on TV. It thrilled 
her just to see how his biceps bulged through his shirt. 

She and Egbert ended up smoking some grass and then popping some pills that 
Hank insisted they try. Then, somehow, Hank had managed to get rid of Egbert 
because Myrna remembered lying in bed with him, alone. 

She didn't know how she had gotten there, but then she felt him kissing her 
on the lips tenderly and pressing his tongue into her mouth. She clung to 
him, rubbing her pussy against his crotch. They were still both dressed, but 
she could feel her cunt getting wet with anticipation as she felt his 
throbbing cock bulge. 

He moved his hands down to her blouse and began to open the buttons one by 
one. When her blouse was fully open, he kissed his way down her neck and 
then started to lick her fleshy tits and thick brown nipples. As he kissed 
one hot nipple, his fingers pinched and squeezed the other. Myrna threw her 
head back and started to moan. She could already feel her pussy spasming and 
wanted to feel his hard cock inside of her then. 

Hank had waited, however. As he licked her tits he was pulling his shirt 
off, and in the dim light Myrna could make out his smooth chest. He had two 
hard, pink nipples and just the slightest trace of blonde hair around each 
one. After he got his shirt off Hank started to lick his way down to Myrna's 
cunt. 

He slid his hand into her pants and unsnapped them, then started to push 
them down her legs. She raised up her ass, off the bed, arid after he had 
thrown her pants and panties on the floor, spread her legs for him to move 
between. He started to eat her cunt with relish, licking her cunt lips and 
then pressing his tongue into her creaming snatch. Myrna would never forget 
the tender way he flicked and licked her wiggling clit, as if he knew how 
each tongue lap was going to affect her. 

When she felt herself on the verge of coming he slid his hands under her two 
fleshy buttocks and started to squeeze them hard. He shoved his tongue 
deeper into her cunt and began to lick off all the secreting cream. He 
didn't lick her dry, however. 

She hadn't even noticed the way he had pushed his pants down, but when she 
felt him starting to lick his way back up her body she could feel his naked, 
hard cock rubbing against her leg. She reached down to touch him and felt 
him start to pulsate gently under her soft strokes. 

Myrna guided his cock right into her cunt and he thrust his way in deep with 
one swift motion. She arched her ass up off the bed so that their bellies 
slapped and then felt him moving his mouth back to hers and kissing her hard 
on the lips. 

They moved their groins together and she loved the way his thick cock was 
stretching her wet pussy walls. She could feel the hard cock riding over her 
tingling clit and she started to moan as she felt her pussy beginning to 
spasm again. 

She wrapped her legs around his ass and massaged his taut buttocks till she 
felt his cock throbbing hard inside of her. Hank started to pump even faster 
then and she could feel him on the verge of shooting off inside of her. 

When his cock ejaculated the first thick load of hot come deep in her cunt, 
she started to come all over again. Their bodies were bathed in a hot 
passionate sweat as he continued pumping more and more. 

Afterwards, he was the one who had made the suggestion. 

"Egbert tells me that you want to get into small dealing," he said, sitting 
up against the headboard of his large four-poster bed. She was lying with 
her cheek resting against his limp but satisfied cock. 

"Yeah," she said to him. "I have a little bread to invest, but not much." 

"I was thinking about fronting it to you," the handsome blond man had said 
to her, running his hand down the smooth of her back and then patting her 
buttock gently. "What would you say if I told you that?" 

"What could I say?" she asked him. "I think it would be fabulous. But why 
are you doing it for me? You hardly even know me." 

"When I fuck a girl the way I fucked you, and she starts to move along with 
me the way you moved along, then I think I know that bitch." 

Myrna hadn't liked the fact that he was referring to her as a bitch, but she 
hadn't said anything to him about it. 

"How much were you thinking of letting me have?" she asked, feeling a new 
life growing in his cock the more she rubbed against it. 

"I never front more than half at a time," he told her. 

That had been their arrangement, then. She had been dealing with him for 
almost six months now, and even though she knew she owed him money, she 
hadn't thought anything like this would happen. 

She had never dreamed, in her wildest imagination, that he would tie her up 
and hit her so hard. He had never been hard with her before and they had 
been fucking each other steady now ever since that first time. 

She looked over at him, standing in the yellow light. He was naked, she 
could tell, and his cock was hard. The blond pubic hair that she had grown 
to know and love looked weird in the dim light. She laughed a little bit, 
thinking about it, and then he suddenly lashed something out at her. 

Myrna felt the leather lashing across her belly, heard the snap, but didn't 
actually see it. The whip was back in his hand fast. 

"What the fuck are you laughing at, bitch?" he asked her. "You seem to think 
that this thing isn't serious." 

"Hank, I've never seen you like this before," Myrna said. She looked down at 
her belly and saw a thin red lash mark where the whip had stuck her. 

"Another side of me, sugar. I save it for special people." 

He walked closer to the bed and rubbed his hard dick against her mouth. She 
stuck her tongue out and started to lick his cock with enthusiasm. She made 
sure to lick the sensitive head because she knew that turned him on the 
most. . 

She watched him close his eyes and start to get into it. Myrna decided to 
work fast. Hank always became vulnerable when his cock was being sucked, she 
knew. When he was at the point of orgasm he was like jelly in her hand. 

She moved her tongue along the underside of his cock and then sucked his two 
hot balls into her mouth. The bound brown-haired girl was happy when she 
felt him rubbing his throbbing dick over her face then. She sucked on his 
balls for only a few seconds and then she let them fall from her mouth and 
went back to work on the cock itself. She opened her mouth and felt him 
sliding his trembling dick all the way down her throat. 

It was much deeper than she could handle. She started to gag and tried to 
push his cock out with her tongue. 

He had never done anything like this before. She began to retch as she felt 
his cock moving deeper, so deep that his blonde pubic hair was brushing 
against her nose. She could smell his strong manly odor as her face was 
buried in his crotch. 

Myrna couldn't breathe. She couldn't do anything to push him away either. At 
one point, she tried to pull her arms free, forgetting that they were roped 
to the bedposts. She pulled hard, so hard that she could feel the rope 
cutting deeper into her flesh and she knew that her wrist was bleeding now. 

Hank reached down between her legs and started to finger her spread pussy. 
She felt him pulling at her pussy lips and stretching them. Then he was 
fingering her stiffened clit. For a few seconds, Myrna could feel some 
pleasure, but then he started to pinch it hard and she started to squirm. 

All that did was make the cord cut into her ankles even more. Her whole body 
was throbbing with pain now. 

Myrna could feel herself beginning to pass out, and as her eyes fluttered 
open and closed in her attempt to fight it, Hank began to pull his cock 
back. 

He left it in her mouth but that was okay. The girl could still catch her 
breath. As she started to breathe heavily, Hank repositioned himself so that 
he was straddling her chest, his cock still in her mouth. 

Myrna felt her stiff nipples brushing against his smooth buttocks and then 
Hank started to press his ass down hard on her chest. 

The weight of his body knocked the air out of her body once more, and he 
pressed down hard so that she couldn't exhale. 

"Now," he said to her, "where's the money you've owed me for two months?" 

She couldn't talk with his thick dick stuck in her mouth, and he knew it. He 
was torturing her in this way, for when she didn't answer but only let out 
muffled sounds, he slapped her across the face again. 

"Don't talk back to me like that, you hot bitch. I've trusted you long 
enough but I can't help feel that you're pulling too much bullshit on me for 
your own good. You keep telling me you don't have the money and that you'll 
pay me, but you make no attempt to do that. Now, what's that supposed to 
make me think?" 

Myrna was glad when he started to slide his slippery wet cock out of her 
mouth. She felt him rub the tip against her nose. But now she was free to 
speak. 

"Hank, you know that I would never fuck you over." 

"I don't know that, chickie," the blonde-haired dealer said. "I know that 
you'd fuck me, over and under, when we get on this bed. As far as what you'd 
do when we're out of this bed, I don't know a fucking thing about that." 

"I know that I owe you money," Myrna said, and it felt like he was trying to 
shove his cock up her nostril and fuck her nose. She could feel him pushing 
it hard against her. 

"But you've made no attempt to pay it." 

"I don't have it right now," Myrna said. 

Hank suddenly slid down her body so that his sweaty ass was pressing down on 
her belly. She knew that he was pushing down harder than usual, trying to 
keep her energy at a low point. He slapped her across the face again. 

"You don't have it right now?" he asked her. "Where the fuck is it?" 

"Hank, I fronted that grass and I haven't been paid off yet." 

Myrna started to feel something that scared her. Hank's cock was lying on 
her chest, positioned right between her two large tits. He had placed 
himself there purposely, she knew. But as he slapped her again, she could 
feel his cock pulsating harder than ever. He felt like he was going to come 
right between her tits, for the throbbing of his cock was similar to the way 
it throbbed right before orgasm. 

She couldn't believe it. The pain he was inflicting on her was making him 
excited. 

"I told you not to front it anymore," he said to her. "If you're telling me 
the truth, that is." 

"Hank, I wouldn't lie to you," Myrna said. 

"You wouldn't? Well, baby, I know for a fact that you didn't front all of it 
because I know some people who bought some from you. Don't think I don't 
have connections, Myrna baby. So where the hell is the cash?" 

"I don't have it," the bound girl said. 

This time, when he slapped her, she thought she felt her jaw crack. After 
the pain had subsided, she opened and closed her mouth a few times. Her jaw 
was okay. 

"Where is it?" he asked her. 

Myrna didn't know what to tell him. It was true. She had fronted some of the 
grass, and the money she was supposed to collect from it would go right to 
Hank. The profit she was supposed to make, however, had already been spent. 

She knew it was wrong to have spent some of the cash she took in while he 
had to wait for the other money to come in, but she had thought that he 
wouldn't mind. She had thought that two hundred fifty bucks was very little 
for Hank to concern himself about. She had never thought he would do 
something like this to her. 

Myrna decided to be as honest as she possibly could. 

"Hank," she said, "I sold the whole thing that you gave me. But I fronted 
most of it. The cash that I got is already spent." 

"You think you're a real cool bitch, don't you? Look, baby, I was only doing 
this deal with you because you were a hot fuck, know what I mean? I've never 
done anything like this with any other broad, but you were something 
special. Now I seem to be out a quarter of a grand. Isn't that the way it 
looks to you?" 

"I'll get the money for you," the brunette pleaded. "Don't worry. I'll come 
through with the money. It's only two hundred fifty bucks. I can get it." 

"When? Do you really expect me to wait around for another two months? 
Listen, Myrna baby. Do you know what bullshit it is for me to have to wait 
for months to get some money from you? Baby, I cold have had that stuff sold 
months ago. I was trying to do you a favor, letting you earn some bread for 
yourself. But you just took advantage of me, and I don't go for that." 

Myrna watched him carefully while he was talking. She noticed some kind of 
raging hatred burning in his eyes as he looked down at her. He moved his 
hand to her left nipple and began to pinch it hard. Then his fingers started 
to twist the stiffened thing. 

"O-h-h-h-h-h," she groaned. "O-h-h-h-h-h. Oh, Hank. Please don't do that so 
hard. Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h. You're going to kill me. Please." 

"No, baby," the blonde dealer said to her. "I'm not about to do that ... 
yet." She could feel him sliding down her body more, still straddling her, 
but now his ass was rubbing against her thick brown cunt hairs. "Why the 
fuck should I want to kill you? All that would get me is a fucking murder 
rap, you know that? Besides, then I'd really be out the money, wouldn't you 
say?" 

"Y ... yes," the girl stammered. 

"On the other hand," the man said, tightening his grip on her, "if you don't 
come through ... what's to stop me from getting rid of you?" 

"I'll ... I'll get the money," the terrified brunette said to him. 

"You bet your sweet fucking ass I'll get the money," he laughed evilly. "And 
believe me, Myrna, I mean that. I really do." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Myrna Montgomery drew back in fear as the brawny, curly-haired blonde named 
Hank Hale came closer in the dim yellow light. He moved down right between 
her legs, and she could feel him rubbing his hard cock against her wet pussy 
lips. 

He moved with the determined power of a bull. It was only then that Myrna 
realized she too was wet. She couldn't understand how her pussy could be wet 
since she was feeling no pleasure at all from this. However, as he rubbed 
his cock head up and down over her lips, she felt them start to part and let 
him in. 

Hank pushed his dick into her cunt only about an inch, then pulled his way 
out. He looked at the way her cunt lips seemed to quiver. 

"I always said that you were a hot bitch," he said. "Well, now you're a 
bound bitch in heat and it looks like you really want to be fucked. 

"Hank, please let me up," she said to him. She was scared that he was going 
to fuck her much too hard and possibly hurt her badly. "Let me up and I 
promise you I'll get you the money I owe you." 

"Promises, promises," he said. "One week you said you'd have it the next 
week and so on and so forth. I can't take your fucking promises anymore." 

"But Hank, I really promise this time...." 

He slapped her across the face, and this time, it was probably the hardest 
slap he had given her so far. She could feel her neck jerking as her head 
turned and the stinging on her cheek was worse than ever. 

"I don't even want to hear it this time," the blonde man said to her. "Don't 
even insult my intelligence with another one of your bullshit lies, 
understand?" 

Myrna shook her head up and down. She saw his hand moving toward her face 
again and tried to move it out of the way so that he wouldn't hit her once 
again. This time, however, the man was reaching for her hair. He brushed her 
soft, shoulder-length brown hair off her face and forehead, then stroked it 
softly. 

"You can be so beautiful sometimes, Myrna, you know that? But then, there 
are too many times when you just fuck up again and again, and I don't like 
you at all during those times. I'm not a violent man, per se, but I 
sometimes feel like beating the shit out of you when I know that you lie to 
me." 

Myrna could feel herself starting to get lost in the feeling of her cunt, 
for even as Hank spoke, he was still rubbing his cock head in and out of her 
cunt. She felt the mushroom-like cock head rubbing her clit and making her 
cunt ooze with pleasure. His cock was so warm and the heat from it was 
making her pussy hot, too. 

"I never lied to you," she said to him. "Believe me." 

"Myrna, baby," he said, "I can't believe anything that you tell me anymore. 
How am I supposed to believe one thing after a lie?" 

"But I didn't lie." 

He raised his hand to strike her again and she knew that he wasn't buying 
it. 

"All right," she said, quickly before he could slap her, "I did lie. I had 
some of the money, not all of it, and now I don't have it." 

"And when do you plan to get it?" 

"In a few weeks, Hank. Surely you can wait a few more weeks." 

Hank started to laugh. Myrna had heard him laugh many times before and had 
always felt so at ease when he did. But this time, there was something evil 
and foreboding about the laugh. This time, she could hear it echoing through 
her mind and her whole body started to shake and tremble. 

"A few more weeks, baby girl, that's bullshit. Today's Friday. I want the 
entire amount by Sunday night ... at the latest. Or else! You understand 
that?" 

"I can't get it for you in two days." 

"Too bad," the blonde dealer said, pushing his cock into Myrna's dripping 
cunt another inch. "I'm going to show you what's going to happen to you if 
you don't get me the money within a week, and I'm sure you'll be able to." 

"What do you mean?" she asked. 

The moment she did she was sorry. He reached over for a lit candle that was 
providing some of the dim yellow light in the semi-darkened bedroom. Then he 
held it over her tit. He tilted it a little so that the wax would burn 
faster and drip. 

Myrna let out a muffled scream when she felt the first burning drop of wax 
land on her white tit flesh. She was glad that it was only one single drop, 
however, for the wax started to cool in a few seconds and then harden. 

"Did you like that, baby?" the man asked her. "Well, how would you like a 
cunt full of the hot burning wax? Is that what you're looking for?" 

Hank moved the candle over her other tit. This time, he pushed his fingers 
together around the nipple so that it was standing up straight, then let the 
hot wax drip down and cover the brown dot. 

Myrna turned her head away so that he couldn't see the pain in her face. But 
Hank saw it all, and as he watched her squirm, his cock started to pulsate 
even harder in her cunt. The girl could feel the throbbing cockmeat 
stretching her cunt wide. 

He was getting off on her pain, she could tell, and that scared her. 

"It's sick," she started to say. 

"No it isn't," Hank said to her. "By the time I'm through with you today, 
you're going to be so scared of me that next week, when you come back, 
you'll have all the money, understand? Don't think that once I let you leave 
you'll run away forever, because I'll always find you, and if I have to do 
it that way, then maybe I'll kill you." 

Myrna didn't know what he meant, for she saw him putting the candle back 
into the holder on the table by the bed. His cock was still inside of her 
cunt, resting and hard, but then he pulled out. 

Myrna watched Hank's tight ass cheeks flex as he walked over to his dresser. 
She heard something snap as he reached out to grab it, then, when he turned 
around, she saw him holding a large whip. 

Hank's cock started to throb even harder as he looked over at the naked girl 
whose fear had increased ten times now because of the whip. 

He lashed it out at her flat wrhite belly, hitting the same area he had hit 
her before. The bound girl flinched as she tried to move away from the 
terrifying wrath of the whip, but there was really no place for her to move 
to. 

The man started to whip her belly again and again. Each time, the girl 
thought that the lashings were getting harder and harder, or so it seemed. 
She watched the reddening color of her belly, then realized that the reason 
it hurt more each time was because her skin was getting more and more 
sensitive. 

She could see a thin trickle of blood on her belly, and it was only then 
that Hank stopped whipping her. 

"Sorry, love," he said to her, "I didn't mean to draw blood that time. I was 
waiting for the next time, if there's going to be a next time." 

"What do you mean?" the girl asked. 

Myrna couldn't believe that he was even assuming there would be a next time. 
As far as she was concerned, this was it. 

She was never going to take another pill that Hank had to offer, for fear of 
it knocking her out and making her so vulnerable that he would be able to 
get her tied like this. She wanted to laugh at the thought of it, but 
couldn't. 

"I mean that if you don't have the money by next week, you're going to be 
dealt with in much the same way. Only harder." 

He hit her once more with the whip and she saw the way his mammoth cock 
started to bulge even harder. She could see one drop of come dripping from 
the large slit of his cock head, and that made her even more nervous. 

"Hank, this isn't you," she said to him. 

"What the hell do you mean it isn't me?" the blonde man asked. "You think 
you know who I am, baby, but you don't know shit. To you, I was just some 
guy you could deal from and a nice steady fuck. Sure, I love it nice and 
smooth sometimes too, but I love it hard more than anything else." 

He dropped the whip on the floor and then walked back to the bed. He stood 
at the foot of the bed and reached for the rope that was tied around her 
left leg. He started to twist it hard and she felt the burning increase. 

"Open your eyes, Myrna," he said. "See how your pain makes me hot as hell. 
See the way my cock throbs when I look at you squirming. Yeah, you never 
thought I had that in me, did you? Well, we all have a little bit of that in 
us. Some of us have more of it in us than others. Some of us get off better 
when we watch the other person suffer. Look at me getting off on you 
suffering." 

There was only one saving grace to the whole thing, Myrna thought, and that 
was the pill that he had given her earlier in the evening. It had knocked 
her out sure enough, and she could still feel some of its effects on her 
body. 

Some of her senses were still numb from the pill, and she thought about how 
much more the pain would have hurt had she not been on the down. 

"I see," she said, because his cock seemed harder than ever. 

"And now, baby, you're going to feel my meat between your legs." 

Hank got on the bed between her spread legs and rammed his dick into her 
cunt. He pushed his way in with such a force that Myrna started to moan 
hard. Hank seemed to be diving into her, and on top of her at the same time, 
for she felt his smooth chest pressing against her hot-nippled tits. 

His mouth pressed down against hers and she was eager to kiss him. Instead, 
she felt him taking her lower lip between his teeth and pressing down hard. 
He started to bite her lip as he rammed his cock in and out of her cunt. 

Myrna could feel Hank's light-haired balls whacking against her raised ass 
cheeks with each inward thrust. 

He was knocking the breath out of her each time he thrust his way in and she 
was desperately trying to catch it. His sweaty chest was pressing against 
her tits even harder and then he eased up on his lip biting. 

"What's the matter, baby?" he started asking. "I thought that you'd like it 
hard. You struck me as the kind of bitch who'd like it hard." 

Even as he was talking, he was slowing down his thrusting pace and grinding 
his cock around in her cunt along with the thrusts. She could feel the 
strong cock pressing against her clit and her cunt started to spasm as her 
pleasures rose. 

She could feel her pussy getting warmer and wetter by the second. 

"You like it soft then," Hank said to her, stroking her hair off her face 
once more. "You do like it soft." 

"Yes," she said, moaning hard. "I like it when you fuck me soft." 

As soon as she said that, he started to ram his way into her again. He 
continued to grind his cock and her cunt, which was on the verge of orgasm 
from the soft strokes, started to spasm all of a sudden. Hank started to 
scream with joy as he felt her tight and wet pussy walls wrapping around his 
cock. Then he began shooting load after load of thick come into her pussy, 
and then he fell exhausted on top of her. 

His cock shrunk, and then it slipped out of her slopping pussy. Myrna lay 
there wondering what was going to happen next. She tried to pull on the 
ropes that bound her wrists. 

She didn't have long to wait. Hank rose to one elbow and a leer spread 
across his face. 

"Sunday night," he said. "I'm coming to see you, Myrna, and I'm going to 
bring a friend along with me. Remember the pain from the wax and the whip. 
Remember that. I'll come to see you Sunday night." 

Then he rose off the girl, walked across the room to his chest of drawers 
where he pulled out a spiked paddle the likes of which the girl had never 
seen ... even in horror movies. 

"You ... you wouldn't...." she gasped. 

"I would and I will," he said. "The only thing that will stop it is two 
hundred and fifty dollars. Not a penny less. You understand?" 

She gulped, then nodded her head. Hank Hale laughed as he tossed the paddle 
aside, strode over to the bed and cut her loose. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

When Myrna got home, the first thing she did was get on the phone to her 
friend Egbert Smith. They were both eighteen, and since they cut out for New 
York City they were the only people each one felt he could trust. She told 
him what had happened at Hank's pad. 

"It was terrible," she said. "The way he treated me. I thought he would kill 
me. Do you think he might ... if I don't come up with the dough?" 

Egbert was silent for a time. "He's a tough guy," the kid finally offered. 
"He might." 

"You knew him before I did," the girl said nervously. "Is he the kind of man 
who could do that?" 

"At this stage of the game," Egbert replied, "you know him better than I do. 
When I introduced you, the only thing he was to me was a dope dealer. I 
really don't know too much about him. I met him through somebody else. I 
don't know where he's coming from. I never thought he'd do anything like 
tying you up that way." 

Myrna started to tremble as she recalled how helpless she had been. She 
hated being at the receiving end of a whip. She thought back to the scene at 
Hank's place. 

As soon as she'd been released, she'd dressed and run out of the place. Then 
she had taken the subway back to her place, and she'd felt strange in the 
train. It seemed to her that everyone was looking at her. She had been 
sitting with her legs on the seat and her arms wrapped around her knees. 

It had been a vain attempt to try and do something about the pain she had 
felt on her . belly. She could still feel it as she talked to Egbert on the 
phone. 

"Did I tell you that he made me bleed?" she asked. 

"No," Egbert told her. "Well, he did. He whipped my belly so hard that I 
started to bleed. He told me that he didn't want to make me bleed this time. 
He said he was waiting for the next, if I didn't have the money." 

"Look, Myrna, you knew what you were getting yourself into when you started 
dealing. Where is the money, anyway? Why don't you have it?" 

"I spent it," she said. "I told him that I fronted the stuff, but the truth 
of the matter is, I needed the money to fix up my pad and I spent it." 

There was a long pause and when he didn't reply Myrna decided she was going 
to have to come out and ask. "Listen, Egbert," she said, "you wouldn't 
happen to have any money lying around that you could lend me, do you?" 

His laugh was enough to tell her that he didn't, but he went on to explain. 
"Are you kidding?" he asked her. "Look, Myrna, even if I had the money, I 
don't think that I would lend it to you because I'd never see it again. But 
I don't have that kind of money lying around, so you can forget it." 

"Why wouldn't you lend it to me?" she asked. 

"Because you always fuck up when it comes to money, that's why. Look, I've 
got to go. I have a friend over here." 

"Another girl?" Myrna asked. 

"Yes," he said. "I tried calling you for the past five hours and when you 
didn't answer after a while, I invited someone else over. Can you blame me?" 

"No," the brown-haired girl said. "Well, I'll talk to you soon." 

She heard the click on his end of the line immediately, telling her that he 
probably had wanted to get off the phone the minute she called. 

She felt so alone, suddenly, and didn't know what to do. The thought of 
Hank's tying her up again scared her. When she had first opened her eyes and 
realized that her arms and legs were tied, she hadn't even wanted to think 
about it. She was more scared than she had ever been in her life. The threat 
that Hank had laid down before her was more than she could handle. The 
thought of his tying her up again when they met on Sunday was terrifying. 

Myrna decided that a hot bath was definitely what she needed to calm her 
down. She stood up and began to shed her clothes, letting them drop on the 
carpet because she was just too lazy to pick them up. When she was naked she 
walked to the bathroom and flicked the light on. 

As she closed the door, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror that 
hung on the back. She tried to smile now, in order to make herself more 
attractive, but her smile was forced and ugly. 

She ran her fingers through her brown hair, then down to her shoulders. She 
looked at her large, fleshy tits, then moved both hands under them so she 
could cup them. Her nipples were stiff, and as she continued watching her 
reflection she started to move a finger in a circular motion around her left 
nipple. She licked her lips at the same time and couldn't help but feel a 
pleasing warmth overcoming her body. 

When she touched her teased nipple, she felt her whole body shiver with 
pleasure. She started to flick the nipple back and forth while she let her 
other hand wander down to her cunt. 

As her hand brushed over her belly, she felt a short rush of pain. She could 
see how red her belly was, then saw the scab that had already formed from 
the whip lash that had cut into her skin. 

Myrna didn't keep her hand on her belly too long for it hurt her. She moved 
her fingers right down to her cunt and started to rub her pussy lips. They 
were wet from her own nipple stimulation and she slid her fingers right down 
to her cunt and started to rub her pussy lips. They were wet from her own 
nipple stimulation and she slid her fingers right into her hot pussy. 

She moaned as she started to finger her clit, and as her passions rose, she 
began to feel herself going weak in the knees. She started to sink down to 
the floor and was still able to watch .her reflection in the mirror. Her 
body looked so beautiful, she thought, except for the red marks on her 
belly. 

They were ugly, wretched and painful. She hated Hank for having done that to 
her and hated the thought of having it done again. 

Myrna started to move her fingers in and out of her cunt much faster, and as 
she did she allowed herself to lie back and close her eyes and think of only 
good thoughts. She thought of the time when she and Hank had been in his 
kitchen, after a hearty fuck. She had been going through the refrigerator to 
try and find something to eat. 

She had soptted a can of whipped cream on the door and took it out. Before 
he even knew what was happening, she had sprayed some whipped cream all over 
his limp cock and blond pubic hairs. He looked at her, rather surprised, but 
then she sunk down to her knees and started to lick the whipped cream off. 

As her tongue flicked in and out of her mouth, she could feel his cock 
starting to get harder. In a few moments, Hank had been stiff as ever and 
she was taking his cock deep in her mouth and sucking him off. When he came, 
his creamy come taste mixed with the taste of the whipped cream and she had 
thought it was sensational. 

Whn Myrna thought about his cock in her mouth, she felt her pussy starting 
to spasm hard around her fingers. She could feel herself starting to get 
super-wet inside and felt a bursting of passionate sweat on her white 
buttocks. 

She started to rock back and forth on the bathroom floor as her orgasm began 
to rise, and then she started to see flashes of color. She could see reds 
and yellows and blues expoding in front of her face and she felt her whole 
body shiver. Myrna was at the height of her orgasm when she heard her front 
doorbell ring. She pulled her fingers from her cunt, started gasping for 
breath, then yelled from the bathroom. 

"Who is it?" she screamed, trying to get out the words in her short breaths. 

"It's me. Carly. Is there anything wrong?" 

"One minute," Myrna screamed back, pulling her finger from her nipple. 

Her brown nipple started to throb and she looked at the reflection in the 
mirror till all throbbing had ceased. Then, she stood up and reached for the 
robe that she always kept hanging in the bathroom. 

Myrna pulled the robe on and then tied it at the waist. When she got to the 
door she flung it open and saw Carly, her black-haired neighbor, leaning 
against the wall across the hall. As soon as Myrna opened the door, Carly 
started walking into the apartment. 

"Shit," she said, "I thought there was something wrong with you. I hear you 
groaning and everything." 

Carly lived in the apartment next to Myrna's and their bathrooms were right 
next to each other's. 

"No, there's nothing wrong," Myrna said. 

"Mind if I have a smoke?" Carly asked, and she was already in Myrna's living 
room, reaching into the small cigarette box and pulling out a joint. She lit 
it and then took a deep puff. 

"You like it having someone who lives next door to you with drugs, don't 
you?" 

Myrna had suddenly started thinking. Carly stopped by at least three nights 
a week for a quick smoke, yet she never offered to buy anything. Myrna 
wondered if the lovely girl would think it rude to ask for some money. 

"It's nice," Carly said, brushing her long black hair behind her shoulders. 
"Hey, tell me what happened to you." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Your belly. Look at that. It's all red." 

Myrna hadn't even noticed that her robe had opened a little bit, but as she 
looked down, she could see that her red belly was showing. 

"It's nothing," Myrna said, pulling her robe closed. 

"Hey, come on, you don't have to lie to me. Someone's been whipping you, 
right?" 

As Carly handed Myrna the joint, the brown-haired girl sat down on the 
couch. She reached over and touched Carly's long black hair. 

"You won't tell anyone, will you?" 

"Why should I tell anyone?" Carly asked. "Hey, just tell me what happened. 

Myrna decided that there was no reason not to tell her neighbors. She had 
only known Carly for about five months, but ever since the two of them had 
met they had become pretty good friends. Carly had just popped by one 
afternoon and had introduced herself to Myrna. She was a drama student at 
one of the local colleges, and Myrna thought that she tended to be a little 
overdramatic about everything. 

Myrna told her about Hank and the way he had turned on her. 

"Hey," Carly said, "that's heavier than a two-ton brick. Really. You always 
used to tell me about how nice he was." 

"I always thought that he was nice," Myrna said. "He's never done anything 
like that to me before." 

"And how did he like it?" Carly said. 

"I don't know how he liked it. I mean ... well, I wasn't watching." 

"You don't have to watch," Carly said. "You can tell how someone likes 
something like that just by the way they react. For instance, was his cock 
throbbing each time he whipped you? I mean, each time the leather actually 
touched you." 

"Yes," Myrna said, and she was completely amazed that Carly knew something 
like that. "But why do you ask?" 

"I had a boyfriend once who did the same thing to me. I never did understand 
what the fascination was, but believe me, I was at the end of a rope a 
hundred times." 

"You're kidding," Myrna said, and as she got higher and higher from the 
joint, she found herself enjoying the conversation even more. "You mean he 
did it to you once and then you let him do it more?" 

"Sure," Carly said. "I was into it at times, too. Of course, when it got a 
little too hard I had to get myself into it." 

"How?" 

"Mind over matter, my dear. All you have to do is think about the pleasant 
sides of what's happening to you. There's always something pleasant." 

Myrna shook her head. 

"As far as I was concerned, there was nothing pleasant about what happened 
tonight. I'm really scared too, Carly. More scared than I've ever been 
before." 

"What are you scared for? It's over." 

"That's what you think. I mean, well, I guess I should tell you why he tied 
me up and some of the other things that he said to me." 

Myrna began. She had only told Carly about a guy named Hank that she knew, 
and how great he was in bed. She started telling her neighbor, now, that 
Hank was her dealer, also. Then she told Carly about the last deal they had 
made and how she hadn't given him the money yet. The last thing that she 
told her neighbor was about how he had threatened to tie her up again if she 
didn't have the money. 

"I guess I know what you want then," Carly said, when Myrna finished 
talking. 

"It would be really great if you could help out," the brunette said. 

She was assuming that Carly was going to give her some money, but when the 
girl stood up and didn't make any attempt to reach into her pocket, Myrna 
didn't know what was happening. Carly put her hands on her hips and looked 
at Myrna. Then she spoke. 

"Well?" 

"Well what?" Myrna replied. She had no idea what the black-haired girl was 
getting at. 

"Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to let me tie you up?" 

"W ... what?!!! I don't get it." 

"Just what I said," the other girl came back, smiling. "I think you've 
gotten just the little taste of bondage you need, and now you need someone 
to show you the way. I'm just that someone." 

"B ... but, but," Myrna stammered. 

"Isn't that what you wanted? I told you that I learned to like being tied. I 
thought you wanted me to teach you how, so that you won't be so miserable 
with it when Sunday night comes around ... and Hank shows you the ropes 
again. You've only got two days to learn what you'll need to know." 

"I've got two days to get two hundred and fifty dollars," Myrna came back. 
"That's all I plan to do with those two days, believe me." 

"Where the fuck can you get it. Everyone you know is as broke as you and 
me." 

Myrna let out a long sigh. "I kind of hoped you might help me come up with 
the money." 

"Now where would I get any money from, especially two hundred and fifty 
bucks? Myrna, you know that my mother and father send me just enough to live 
on ... and nothing more." 

"I know that, but...." 

"Are you going to chicken out?" Carly asked. 

"Chicken out? I don't even understand what it is that you want me to do in 
the first place," the brown-haired girl said. 

"It's all quite simple," Carly told her. "If you think that there's a chance 
of Hank tying you up again, I'm ready to show you how to get into it. A lot 
of people are into B&D bondage and discipline. You can take it from me. I'm 
a pro at being tied and being at the end of a whip." 

Myrna coldn't believe what she was hearing. She thought, at first, that the 
whole thing was happening because Carly had gotten herself too stoned. And 
then, the black-haired girl reached down, grabbed Myrna by her robe, and 
pulled her to her feet. 

"B ... but, but ... ," Myrna started to protest. 

It was too late. 

Carly had that look in her eye, and she would not be deterred. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Suddenly, Myrna Montgomery panicked and tried to fight the black-haired girl 
named Carly. The other girl was strong, and she grabbed the brunette in such 
a way that Myrna's flying fists were striking only thin air. 

Then Carly pulled on Myrna's robe; it opened, and revealed the red-streaked 
belly and white tits. Carly started to smile as soon as she saw Myrna's 
naked body. She had been living next door to the girl for some time now, and 
she had been wondering if the brunette might not be interested in the 
bi-sexual scene. Carly, being that way herself, had dreamed of making it 
with Myrna in bed, but since there had never really been any talk in that 
direction on Myrna's part, Carly had kept her thoughts to herself. 

Now that the prospect of getting Myrna naked and tied in bed lay right 
before black-haired Carly, she had even more of a reason to attack the girl. 

She started to rip Myrna's robe off her shoulders, twirling the girl around 
so that she was facing her back and seeing the unveiling of Myrna's two 
rounded ass cheeks. As she pulled the robe down, Carly noticed that it would 
be easy to tie Myrna's hands up from this position. 

She smiled slyly. 

The abducted girl's hands were pulled behind her back to begin with, and as 
Carly pulled the robe all the way off, she reached for the thick belt that 
kept the robe closed. She pulled it from the loops of the robe, and as she 
watched the terrycloth bathrobe fall to the floor she grabbed hold of 
Myrna's wrists and started rapping the belt around them. 

Myrna was pretty stoned at this time, and so dazed at the whole thing that 
was happening. She didn't even think of fighting back anymore at the moments 
when Carly was lacing the belt over and under her wrists, binding them 
together, and by the time she thought of fighting back, it was too late. 

She pulled at her wrists to try and get free, and discovered that she was 
perfectly helpless. She looked at Carly, and it was only then that she 
noticed the lust in the black-haired girl's eyes. 

"Carly, I insist that you untie me this instant," Myrna commanded. 

Carly playfully slapped the young girl across the face, then, as Myrna's 
tits began to bob up and down from the brunt of the blow, she reached out 
and began to grab hold of them by the nipples. She started to pinch and 
squeeze Myrna's already stiff brown beauties, and when she did that, Myrna 
closed her eyes for a second. 

She couldn't believe how good Carly's fingers felt. Her nipples were hard as 
rocks now and each time Carly pinched them just a little Myrna could feel 
the pleasure building up inside of her body. 

She closed her eyes and started to moan as she felt Carly moving her hands 
down her red belly, then through her pussy patch. Myrna's cunt was dripping 
with the expectation of her neighbor's fingers sliding between her pussy 
lips and beginning to massage her eager clit. However, Myrna was in for a 
big surprise. 

As soon as Carly stroked Myrna's thick brown patch, she grapped hold of a 
bunch of pussy hairs and started pulling at them, hard. 

Carly held onto them as she started walking down the small hallway toward 
Myrna's bedroom. Myrna could do nothing but follow, for if she tried to hold 
back, Carly certainly would have yanked a large patch of pussy hair from her 
bush. For the few moments that it took to walk down the hall, Myrna was in 
excruciating pain, but as soon as they made it into the bedroom Carly let up 
on the pussy hair pulling and pushed Myrna backwards onto her large platform 
bed. 

The only thing that hurt about the fall was the way the girl's arms pushed 
into her back. Since the mattress was soft, though, they soon sunk right in. 

Myrna suddenly took account of her situation and couldn't believe that she 
had let herself get into it. Here she was, tied again for the second time in 
one night, and she had really let herself get that way. The idea of being 
tied didn't bother her as much as the thought of being naked and spread out 
on her bed, right before Carly. For as she looked at the black-haired girl, 
she started to notice that Carly had something of a lecherous eye. 

"Hey," Carly said, suddenly smiling, "don't look so scared, Myrna. This is 
all for fun. There can be fun with this kind of bondage scene." 

Even as she spoke, Carly was moving her hands to her sweater and beginning 
to lift the black woolen article of clothing over her head. Myrna hadn't 
expected anything like that. As Carly pulled the sweater over her breasts, 
it was easy for Myrna to see that the girl wasn't wearing a bra, for her 
tits were revealed. 

Carly's tits were magnificent, Myrna had to admit, even though she hadn't 
made it a habit of admiring the tits of other women. But Carly's two 
globular shaped breasts seemed so tight and firm, and she had the thickest 
brown nipples that Myrna had ever seen. They seemed to be about as wide as a 
half a dollar, and even though they weren't stiff yet, Myrna had a good idea 
that she would see them stiff by the end of the night. 

Carly slipped her hands into the waistband of her pants and pushed them 
down. She didn't seem to believe in panties, either, for as soon as her 
pants were down Myrna could see the naked cunt. 

There was one thing that surprised her about Carly's black bush. 

It seemed like the girl trimmed her pussy hairs, for the bush didn't seem as 
thick as Myrna's, and it also had a shape to it. 

Myrna was just about to ask the naked girl something about it when Carly 
anticipated the question. 

"Yes," she said, "I trim it. I shaved it once, all the way, but then when 
the hairs started to grow back in they were kind of itchy for a while. You 
should have seen what it was like for me to sit in my classes at school with 
my hand between my legs so I could scratch my cunt. Now I know better. I 
only trim them." 

"But why?" Myrna asked. 

"For this reason, and this reason alone," Carly said. 

She didn't give the reason at first. Instead, she climbed onto the bed and 
straddled her spread legs over Myrna's face. As she did that, she forced 
Myrna to lie down again, since the tied girl had taken it upon herself to 
sit up as Carly had stripped. 

She pushed her spread cunt lips right against Myrna's mouth and there was 
nothing that the bound girl could do but start licking. She stuck her tongue 
out and ran it over Carly's red pussy lips. As she did, she could feel the 
cunt lips beginning to get wet, and she noticed a distinct and delicious 
flavor to them. Myrna could feel the heady aroma of the girl's pussy rushing 
into her and overcoming her entire being. She couldn't have ever imagined 
what an effect the aphrodisiac odor of pussy would cause, but she was now 
beginning to understand why certain men killed for cunt. 

She stuck her tongue past Carly's pussy lips and felt the girl's eager clit. 
Myrna then started to flick the clit back and forth with her tongue, and in 
a matter of seconds she felt Carly's wet cunt starting to spasm hard around 
her tongue. 

Carly was moving her ass up and down so that Myrna's tongue became like a 
cock, thrusting in and out of her cunt as it spasmed. She threw her head up 
and started to moan, and Myrna couldn't even see the total look of pleasure 
on the girl's face. 

For Carly was in a state of heaven. Although she wanted to lick Myrna's cunt 
more than she wanted her own cunt licked, she knew this was the best way of 
going about it. She felt her pleasures rising, due to the heavy 
clit-tickling from Myrna's tongue, she moved her fingers to her half-dollar 
sized nipples and started to pinch them. Carly's nipples grew stiff 
instantly, sticking out almost a full half an inch. Her whole body broke out 
into a sweat and she could feel her ass sweat dripping onto Myrna's face. 

That didn't take away from the enthusiasm Myrna was displaying as she 
continued to lick Carly's cunt. Now that the girl's pussy was creaming, 
Myrna was getting more pleasure in not only licking the clit, but tasting 
some of the heady cunt cream her pussy licking had caused to flow. Each time 
she pulled her tongue back into her mouth it was layered with Carly's cream, 
and Myrna would savor the flavor on her tongue for only a few seconds before 
swallowing it and then going back for more. 

As Carly's cunt spasms started to subside, she leaned forward so that her 
body was slush against Myrna's. She spread Myrna's legs as wide as she could 
and then started to tickle her cunt lips. At the same time, she was flicking 
her tongue in and out of her mouth against Myrna's cunt hairs, till she 
could feel the wetness building up inside of the girl beneath her. 

Then Carly moved her lips flush against Myrna's pussy, keeping the cunt lips 
spread with her fingers, and started to kiss Myrna hard. She flicked her 
tongue in and out of Myrna's joy-box and was happy for the wet results. 

"O-h-h-h-h," Myrna was moaning. "O-h-h-h-h-h. This is sensational. 
O-h-h-h-h-h-." 

"Remember how sensational it is," Carly said, and her tongue began to flick 
Myrna's clit back and forth, and then round and round in little circles. 

Carly knew what she was doing. She could feel the way Myrna's clit was 
trembling, and it was easy for her to tell from the way Myrna's cunt was 
spasming lightly that the girl was building herself up toward climax. Carly 
knew she had to take Myrna part of the way, but not all the way, so when she 
felt Myrna's pussy starting to spasm hard, she quickly pulled her mouth 
away. 

She pulled herself off of Myrna and then rolled the bound girl over on her 
stomach. Myrna didn't know what was going to happen, but she felt like a 
grounded fish. She raised her head a little and watch her neighbor walking 
to her closet. Carly rummaged through and then found what she wanted. 

As she turned around, Myrna gasped. 

"You're not going to use that," she said. 

"But of course I am. Remember what I was just doing to you. Think of only 
the good things. Then you won't mind what I'm going to do to you. In fact, 
you're going to learn to love it." 

Myrna was talking about the leather belt that Carly had taken from her 
closet. 

The naked black-haired girl was holding it firmly in two hands, and before 
Myrna even knew it, the menacing brown belt was lashing out at her and 
hitting her square on the buttock. She flinched for a second, feeling a 
quick stinging of pain on her left ass cheek. As she trust her body down on 
the bed, however, she felt a pleasant pressure on her pussy mound. 

Carly started to whip Myrna's ass again and again and as the brunette began 
to move with it, thrusting her cunt up and down on the bed, she hardly even 
noticed that the blows were getting harder. 

Carly was purposely starting to lash Myrna harder, for she wanted to see 
just how far she could take the girl. She listened to the fast way that 
Myrna was breathing and watched a slow trickle of sweat begin to move from 
the small of Myrna's back, down between her two fleshy ass cheeks. It was a 
thrilling sight for her, and it whet her appetite to dish out some more pain 
to the brunette girl lying vulnerable on the bed. 

As Carly resumed the powerful lashing, she moved her fingers to her own cunt 
and started to massage herself. She had never been in this kind of position 
before, having been used to always being tied, and she was amazed at the 
tremendous sense of power she felt. It was almost a climax in itself just to 
be holding that belt and having the knowledge that the other person couldn't 
do a fucking thing to get out of it. 

One thing the girl did note, however, was how red Myrna's usually white 
cheeks were getting, for she did not have it in mind to draw blood. 

"How does that feel?" Carly asked at one point. "Are you enjoying it more 
than the whipping you had earlier?" 

"Much," Myrna said, panting hard. "Still, I don't know about it." 

When Carly heard that she smashed the whip against Myrna's buttocks with one 
blow that had the strength of ten others put together. Myrna flinched, her 
whole body seeming to contort, and for a second the dominating Carly thought 
that her neighbor was going to roll right off the bed. The whole thing 
thrilled the black-haired girl wildly. 

"The idea is for you to get to like it," Carly laughed. "I don't want you 
leaving with any doubts in mind. Just think about how smooth the leather 
belt is, smooth and sensuous." 

Myrna had been doing just that. There were times when the leather felt as 
soft as silk running across her ass, and when that happened she thought it 
was fabulous. But then there were times when it felt like something burning. 

She could only compare it with the burning ropes that had held her wrists 
and ankles earlier in the evening. There was nothing at all pleasing about 
the burning ropes. But, she decided, there was something pleasing about the 
burning belt. Each time her ass was hit hard and she felt the fire, she 
pressed her groin against the firm mattress even harder, and that made her 
cunt feel good. 

There came a point when Carly started to whip her ass hard, one blow after 
another, and as Myrna started thrusting her cunt up and down against the 
bed, steadily, she could feel her orgasm rising. 

Her pussy was spasming and it was getting harder and harder for her to 
breathe. She began to moan softly, trying to bury her head in the mattress. 

Carly would not have it that way. As soon as she realized her bound neighbor 
was coming, she stopped the ass-whipping and rolled Myrna over on her back. 
She sank down to her knees, moving her head right between Myrna's spread 
pussy. She clamped her mouth to the cunt lips and started to lick them for 
all she was worth, biting them gently at times, and finally pulling them 
apart with her fingers so she could ram her tongue in and out to catch the 
creamy juices. 

Myrna began to thrust her ass up and down off the bed as the orgasm rose 
inside of her and she felt like she was on top of the world. It hadn't 
really mattered to her, this time, that she had been tied. The orgasm was 
good enough to compensate for the pain and burning she could still feel on 
her ass. 

At one point, Carly pulled her head away from Myrna's pussy, but only for an 
instant. 

"Now you know why I shave my cunt," she smiled, removing the lone hair from 
her mouth. Then she shoved her face back onto Myrna's cunt and resumed the 
cunt-lapping. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It was Saturday morning, and Myrna Montgomery woke up from a nightmarish 
sleep. She was back to reality now, and the two hundred dollar debt was on 
her mind. The image of Hank Hale was strong in her thoughts. 

She couldn't get his treatment of her out of her mind, and that was one of 
the reasons she slept so badly. Whenever she turned over on her stomach, she 
felt the whip marks burning. Then she would have to roll onto her back. When 
she did that, she felt the stinging on her ass cheeks from Carly's lashing. 
That hurt just as much. 

Myrna had compromised by sleeping on her side, but even that was 
uncomfortable for she would find the arm that she was lying on starting to 
throb after only a few minutes in that position. 

Myrna thought about her lesbian affair with Carly and was happy for it. 
After Carly had made her come, having pulled the pussy hair from her lips, 
she had untied Myrna. Then the two of them had lain in each other's arms, 
stroking and talking. By the end of the night, it seemed like they were 
going to be doing things like this quite often. 

As Lynn tried to roll over to get herself into another temporarily 
comfortable position, she felt Carly sleeping next to her. She hadn't 
remembered who had suggested that Carly sleep over, but at the time, she had 
been too high to refuse. Now, early Saturday morning, she wasn't sure if she 
wanted Carly there. She had been in one frame of mind last night, but this 
morning she was certainly in another. 

There were six days left, and she had to get Hank that two hundred fifty 
dollars. She had decided on it after Carly had fallen asleep in her arms, 
for even though the black-haired girl had been trying to teach Myrna how to 
enjoy bondage, Myrna knew that there was a tremendous difference between 
Carly's kind of bondage and what she would be in store for if she didn't 
raise the money. 

At eight-thirty, the phone rang, and Myrna started cursing. She couldn't 
imagine who the fuck would be calling her so early in the morning, 
especially on Saturday. She reached over for the receiver and pulled it to 
her ear. 

"Good morning," the voice said. "I just wanted to see if you slept well." 

Myrna could feel her whole body trembling. It was Hank, yet he sounded so 
eerie. 

"Yes," she said, trying not to let him know how nervous he was making her. 

"Good, good. I would hate to think you were in pain all night from what 
happened. Next week, you might be, though. That's what I called to remind 
you." 

"What?" 

"The money, baby, the money. I'll call here every morning just to let you 
know that I haven't forgotten, and just so you can't tell me that you've 
forgotten, either." 

Then there was a click on the other end of the line. As soon as he hung up 
Myrna dropped the receiver from her hand and burst into tears. Her crying 
was what woke Carly and in a few seconds, she could feel her neighbor's 
large breasts brushing against her back. 

Carly had sat up and she was now moving her lips to Myrna's ear and brushing 
her tongue against the girl's lobe. 

"Hey, what is it?" Carly asked, moving her fingers around so that she was 
soon playing with Myrna's stiff nipple. 

"Hank just called," Myrna said. "He scares the shit out of me, now. He 
called, so he said, to remind me of the money I owe him." 

"How noble," Carly said, the sarcasm dripping from her mouth. 

"So what the hell am I going to do?" Myrna asked. 

"Why don't we shower first and then you can decide. I have an idea, but 
first I want to do a little pubic trimming on your cunt." 

Myrna knew she could use a shower since both she and her neighbor had fallen 
asleep bathed in their own sweat. With that sleepy sluggishness still part 
of her, Myrna let Carly sit her up, then stand her up, and then lead her to 
the bathroom. The naked brown-haired girl leaned against the tile bathroom 
wall while Carly started the shower to make sure the temperature was okay. 

Then the two of them stepped inside. Myrna started to wake up as soon as the 
water splashed on her face and then she felt Carly taking the bar of soap 
and washing her buttocks. Myrna couldn't believe how smooth the bar of soap 
felt as Carly ran it over her ass cheeks and she reached back and began to 
stroke the girl's long black hair. At one point, Myrna was sure that Carly's 
tongue was the thing that was stimulating her ass instead of the bar of 
soap, but she didn't turn around to look. 

After Carly had washed Myrna's back, she turned the girl around and began to 
rub the soap over her tits. She worked her way down to Myrna's thick brown 
pussy hair, then stopped and looked up at her. 

"You wouldn't happen to have a manicuring scissor, would you?" 

"If you open the shower curtain and reach into the medicine cabinet you'll 
be able to see one on the second shelf." 

When Carly got the scissor she turned back to face Myrna, then sunk to her 
knees. Myrna was rather surprised by what the girl did next. She started 
pulling at tufts of brown hair and snipping them. She let them fall to the 
bottom of the tub and the shower spray started washing them down the drain. 

"Are you going to clip it all?" Myrna asked. 

"Of course not," Carly said. "I think a clean-shaven one is even less 
attractive than a bushy one, although it is only one girl's opinion." 

Myrna watched her pubic hair falling to the tub floor and felt bad about it. 
However, by the time Carly was finished, snipping and shaping the hairs so 
that they were short and perfectly triangular, Myrna couldn't help but be 
happy. 

She washed her cunt hairs thoroughly with the soap and then, upon rinsing 
all the suds out, looked at her new bush. 

It was beautiful. She could see her red pussy lips sticking out prominently, 
something that she had never seen before with the hairs so long and thick. 
That, she thought, made her cunt look even more desirable. 

Even as she thought it, Carly was moving closer to her. Carly put her lips 
against Myrna's and then started to rub her trimmed pussy mound against 
Myrna's. The two of them began to move together, grinding cunt against cunt 
and kissing still. Carly moved her fingers to the brunette's nipples and 
began to flick them back and forth. As she did, she moved her mouth from 
Myrna's and then licked her way to the girl's ear where she started to 
whisper some things. 

"I think I know a way you can get seventy-five dollars back," she said. 

"Where? That would be great! Seventy-five would come in handy." 

"Well," Carly said, breathing heavily, "you know the stereo store around the 
corner, G&T Stereo? The one that's supposed to fix receivers?" 

"Yes," Myrna said, thinking about the pleasing spasms of her cunt rather 
than the stereo store. 

"I brought my receiver in last week and the guy said he fixed it. Well, I 
thought that he did, but then the same trouble started again. The sound 
keeps jumping on and off. Well, I brought it back there once again and when 
I went to pick it up, the guy said there was nothing wrong with it the 
second time." 

"Meaning?" 

"Meaning that I've paid the bastard seventy-five dollars to fix my stereo 
and it's still not fixed. He's not going to fix it, either, so it seems, 
because he claims now that there isn't anything wrong with it." 

Carly's fingers worked their way down to Myrna's cunt and she was soon 
sliding them in and out, over Myrna's excited clit. Myrna leaned back 
against the wet tile walls of the shower because the fast cunt action was 
making her legs a little wobbly. 

"So what's that got to do with anything?" Myrna asked, spreading her legs 
more and pushing Carly down on her knees so that she could lick her cunt. 

Carly didn't answer then. Instead, she moved her mouth right to Myrna's 
freshly shaven pussy patch and began to lick the hairs. Then she spread 
Myrna's cunt lips and started to flick her long, fast tongue in and out. 
Myrna could feel her whole body bursting with sensations, for she was fast 
approaching an early morning climax. She reached down and began to pinch 
Carly's half-inch stiff nipples hard, just the way she had discovered the 
girl liked it the night before. 

When Myrna started to come, she thrust her ass forward so that Carly's face 
was literally buried in her cunt and muff, and Carly took it as an 
indication to do some faster and more furious licking. She loved the sweet 
taste of Myrna's cunt, and this, being the third time she had sampled it, 
was better than ever. 

As Myrna's passion-riddled orgasm began to subside, Carly pulled her head up 
and looked right at Myrna. 

"The point is this," the girl said. "I paid that bastard seventy-five 
dollars to fix something that, as far as I'm concerned, is still not fixed. 
But you know me well enough to know that I just don't have balls." 

"I think you have more balls than most men I've met," Myrna said, and she 
took the bar of soap and began to clean out her dripping wet cunt. "I mean, 
the way you came on to me last night certainly took something that I'd call 
balls." 

"Well, it was pretty easy last night," Carly said. "But if I tell you that I 
wanted to fuck you the minute I met you and it took me this long to do it, 
then you have to understand what I'm saying. Anyway, I fantasized a hundred 
times about going into the store and telling the man that he's full of shit 
and demanding my money back." 

"Will he give it back?" 

"I don't know," Carly said. "Look, he charged sixty-five dollars for labor 
and the rest was for parts. As far as I'm concerned the same thing's wrong 
so I don't know what parts he used, or what kind of labor was involved. 
Nothing, I would believe." 

Myrna started smiling. She was beginning to understand just what Carly 
wanted a lot better now. Since she had always considered herself an 
outspoken girl, Myrna didn't see any reason why she wouldn't be able to get 
the money back from the man at the stereo store. 

"And if I get the money I can keep it?" Myrna asked. 

"Sure. As far as I'm concerned, it's spent money already. But when I think 
about that bastard not doing anything and getting all that money, I don't 
want him to have it. I'd much rather you had it." 

When Myrna heard that she kissed Carly on the lips and then started to wash 
the girl even faster. She wanted the shower to end soon because she wanted 
to dress and get over to the store. If she could give Hank seventy-five 
dollars before the weekend was over, at least he would know that she was 
making an effort to hustle and get him the money. 

Myrna desperately wanted to go down on Carly once again so she could taste 
the girl's lusciously sweet cunt, but she didn't think that she would have 
time for anything like that. She just cleaned off her friend and then shut 
off the shower. 

There was a silent understanding between them. Carly didn't even have to ask 
Myrna why she seemed to be in such a hurry, for she knew. As soon as Myrna 
shut off the shower she started to dry herself off. Then she ran to her room 
and began to throw on a pair of shorts and a halter top. 

"Now give me a little more info on the receiver," Myrna said as she put on 
her shoes, for it was only then that Carly walked into the bedroom. 

"Boy, you seem so determined." 

"I am," Myrna said. "You don't know how handy that seventy-five would come 
in. That's another thing. I want you to give me a receipt." 

"Right, I have it next door. Anyway, I brought the thing in last week 
because the sound jumped from one speaker to the other. The man said he 
would fix it, but after I brought it home, it happened all over again." 

"So you brought it back again, isn't that what you said?" 

"Yes. I left it there for a day, and when I went back to pick it up there 
was a different man there. He was the one who had supposedly worked on it. I 
asked him if he had fixed it this time and he said that he had fixed it the 
last time. I said that he hadn't, but that I'd take it and try it again. 
Well, if you want to come to my apartment and listen to a stereo where the 
sound jumps back and forth, you're welcome to come." 

Carly laughed a little about it as she continued to towel dry herself. When 
she was dry, she started to slip back into the clothes she had worn the 
night before. 

"Okay," Myrna said. "I think I can handle this." 

When Carly was dressed, she went with Myrna to her apartment. She turned on 
the stereo to show Myrna just what it was she was talking about, and why she 
took the receiver to the store called G&T Stereo. 

The store was located right around the block from where the two girls lived, 
and that, Carly said, was the only reason why she had decided to bring the 
stereo there. 

"I thought that if there was something wrong, I could bring it right back. 
Well, there was something wrong and look what happened anyway." 

"I'll handle it," Myrna said, taking the receipt from the girl. 

With those triumphant words, and a speech already prepared, Myrna left 
Carly's apartment and started on her way to the store. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The store, G&T Stereo, was just opening and she could see a fairly 
good-looking dark-skinned man pushing the front gate open. He was about her 
size with a clear complexion and straight black hair. She walked right 
behind him and tapped him on the shoulder, but was rather surprised by his 
startled reaction. He almost jumped a foot high. 

Myrna felt terrific about that, and thought that she would certainly be able 
to work her way around this man. 

"Do you work here?" she asked him. 

"Yes, my name is Griff. What can I do for you?" 

She waited for him to open the door and then followed him into the store 
before talking. But once she did, she started to talk a mile a minute, so he 
couldn't interrupt. 

"The thing is, I'm here for a friend. She brought her stereo in for repair, 
twice, and she paid you seventy-five bucks to have it fixed. Hell, I heard 
it playing and you didn't do shit with it, understand? I don't know what you 
did with the seventy-five bucks, but we want it back. We're not going to pay 
you for doing nothing." 

The man walked over to a small desk, and as he did, Myrna noticed all the 
other receivers and sound systems that they sold. 

"Wait just a second," the man said, looking through his receipt book, "I 
remember that receiver. I worked on it myself." 

"Well you did a pretty shitty job, if you want to know the truth." 

Just as she was talking a prospective customer walked in. Griff pushed his 
way past the complaining Myrna and stood right in front of the customer. 

"Yes, could I help you?" he asked. 

When Myrna saw what he was trying to do, which was avoid her completely so 
he could spend time with a new prospective customer, she was infuriated. She 
walked right behind Griff, tapped him on the shoulder, then spoke loud. 

"Look, we haven't finished. You did shitty work on my stereo and I want this 
settle right now." Then she spoke to the new customer. "I wouldn't shop here 
if I were you. They like you, till they get your money. Then they couldn't 
care less." 

When the man heard that, he turned around and walked right out of the store. 
Myrna put her hands on her hips and smiled triumphantly. 

"Well, Griff," she said, "are we going to talk now or do I have to stay in 
your store all day chasing the customers?" 

"Let's go in the back and talk," he said to her. 

She loved the change that had come over him. As far as she could tell, he 
looked like he was totally defeated. As she followed him to the back of the 
store, she wasn't prepared for what happened next. 

As soon as he walked in the small room in the back and she followed, she 
felt someone grabbing her wrist from behind. She whirled around and saw 
another dark-skinned man. He looked a little older than Griff, but still had 
the same features. 

Myrna could feel a leather strap being tied around her wrists as soon as 
they were grabbed, and although she was struggling to get free, it was 
useless. She had been caught off-guard and as soon as the second man, whose 
name was Tim, had her hands bound together tightly, he pushed her in the 
middle of the room. 

"Now," Griff said, "maybe we can talk." 

Even as he spoke, he was sitting on a table and moving his hand to his 
crotch. Myrna noticed the way he started to rub a bulge that was getting 
bigger and bigger. 

"I want that money," she said, trying to maintain her authority even though 
she was now in the completely vulnerable position. 

"If I'm going to give you money, especially that much, there are things that 
I might expect from you in return." 

"Like what? What the hell could you...." 

She didn't even have to finish talking, for Griff had already pulled his fly 
down and he was reaching into his underpants and pulling out his flopping 
hard cock. When Myrna saw the size of his dick, she gasped. 

He was at least ten inches long, and the only thing she was glad about was 
the fact that his thickness wasn't anywhere near in proportion to his 
length. His cock was rather thin, when it came right down to it. 

Griff started to rub the tip of his cock, running his finger over the piss 
slit and smearing a drop of his pre-come fluid all over the swollen head. He 
laughed a little bit, and then Myrna felt herself being pushed from behind. 

Tim, the man who had tied her, was pushing her by the ass and directing her 
head toward Griff's now-throbbing cock. Myrna was going to try and keep her 
mouth shut, but she realized there was no use in doing anything like that. 
She opened wide and then started to run her tongue up and down the skinny 
length of cock shaft. As her tongue touched the tip of his dick, he closed 
his eyes and let out the longest and most satisfying moan that she had heard 
in some time. 

Griff reached for her long brown hair and began to stroke it. By doing this, 
he was able to hold her head and keep it near his cock at all times. He 
started to move her head up and down his cock shaft so that the head of his 
dick was sliding deep into the back of her throat. 

At the same time, Myrna could feel her shorts being opened and being slid 
down her legs. She heard Tim starting to laugh as he looked at her naked 
buttocks, and she heard the reason why in a matter of seconds. 

"Her ass is red-hot," Tim said, in a lust-distorted voice. "She likes to be 
slapped." 

"Then slap her, my friend," Griff said, between loud groans. "I always say 
that at the famous G&T Stereo we give the people what they want." 

Myrna felt the first slap on her right buttock but this time, there was 
something incredibly tingly about it. She squirmed her ass back and forth, 
just in time to feel another sharp slap. In a few seconds, the slaps were 
coming at a steady rate and her ass was burning with a fiery heat. 

When it came right down to it, Myrna couldn't believe that she had let 
herself get into such a situation. When she had first felt the leather strap 
being laced around her wrists, initial instinct had told her to start 
yelling. Surely there would have been enough people passing by on the street 
and one of them would have heard her. 

But then she had changed her mind. Instead of yelling, she had decided to go 
along with whatever they wanted, and she had her reasons. 

She started to suck harder on Griff's cock, keeping her tongue near the cock 
head because she knew it was his most sensitive part. She had discovered 
that by running her tongue up and down and seeing which area made him shiver 
the most. The rim of the cock head had made him moan with pleasure, but it 
was the actual tip that kept him really excited. When she felt his dick 
starting to pulsate in her mouth, she began to suck harder, thinking that 
she might as well take him all the way. 

Then she felt a tongue licking her ass cheeks, and in a second they were 
pulling her cheeks behind and licking her tight asshole. She knew that it 
had to be Tim, the other man, and when she felt him starting to lick her 
cunt from behind she anticipated having a mildly satisfying orgasm. 

Then she could feel him starting to enter her cunt from behind. 

She hadn't seen his cock but she felt the way his thick dick was stretching 
her as he forced his way in. His cock didn't feel like it was anywhere near 
as long as the one in her mouth, but it was certainly much wider. 

Myrna was glad to feel Tim moving his hand around to her cunt and starting 
to attack her clit with his fingers. She could feel him squeezing it and 
flicking it back and forth, and was happy for it since that would get her 
through the fuck. 

When he rammed his way in deep and she felt his bushy black pubic hairs 
rubbing against her ass, she knew that was as deep as he could go. She 
started to grind her ass as he thrust his way in and out. 

The girl was fully amazed at Griff's will power to keep from coming because 
he was pulsing hard in her mouth from the time that Tim entered her cunt to 
a few minutes into the dog-style fuck. 

That was when she thought about her bound hands. If they were only free, she 
knew, she would have been able to stroke and squeeze Griff's nuts. That 
would have made him shoot off like a rocket, and shoot off fast. For the 
fact that he was taking so long to come made her upset. She would have 
preferred it if he had shot off fast and then the whole thing would have 
been over. 

Instead, she could smell his strong manly odor getting stronger as he built 
up more and more of a passionate sweat. She felt the tension in his stiff 
cock which was now tickling the back of her throat each time she took him in 
all the way. But the one thing that she didn't feel was his come emptying 
into her mouth, and that was the only thing she wanted. 

She was even more surprised when Tim started to come before Griff, since she 
had been working Griff so much longer. 

But she could feel the thick cunt-fucking cock beginning to spasm hard and 
stretch her wet pussy even more, and then Tim started to shoot out load 
after load of his creamy hot come. When Myrna felt the come coating her cunt 
walls and heating them even more, she started to come hard, too. 

In some ways, that amazed the tied young girl, for she hadn't thought she 
would ever be able to come under the circumstances. However, she had 
something other than the receiver and the seventy-five dollars on her mind 
at the time, and that something was really what enabled her to let herself 
loose and get into what was happening. 

As she felt the cock in her cunt beginning to ejaculate what seemed to be 
its last load-for it began to go limp-she started to suck even harder on the 
cock in her mouth. She knew that all she had to do would be bring Griff off, 
and then she would be finished. 

For right now, she considered this abuse her punishment. She was paying for 
having spoken to the man with such hostility. But even as she felt the cock 
starting to spasm hard again, she was thinking about the next few things she 
would say once she was out of this binding predicament. 

This time, when his cock started pulsing, she sucked harder than she ever 
sucked anything in her life. Being a lollipop freak from way back, that 
included suction that compared to a high-speed vacuum cleaner, and when 
Myrna felt Griff starting to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth on his 
own before he had been manipulating her head so that she was doing most of 
the movement she knew that he was going to come this time for sure. 

The first shot of cock cream hit her all the way in the back of the throat. 

She almost gagged on it, since it was really quite unexpected. When he 
pulled his shooting dick back a little, she moved her tongue to the cock 
head and began to lick and suck the rest of the ejaculating cream. She could 
taste how warm it was by the quick tongue actions which enabled her to taste 
it the minute it spurted from his cock. He was moaning like crazy now, and 
she was pretty turned on herself. 

His cock odor had permeated her nostrils and had stimulated her to no end. 
Her cunt was beginning to itch for fulfillment once again, and as the long, 
thin dick began to go limp in her mouth, she thought about asking one of 
them to fuck again. 

She was just about to open her mouth and ask when she felt Tim reaching for 
the leather strap that bound her wrist, then untying it. She let her hands 
fall in front of her and she started to rub her bruised wrists, trying to 
get the blood flowing back. 

When she finally pulled her mouth away from the totaly limp dick, she 
stooped down and pulled up her shorts. She snapped them closed, not even 
caring about the dripping mixture of cunt and cock juice in her pussy. 
Normally, she would have tried to wash it out immediately, but this time was 
not a normal time. This time, she wanted that sticky feeling in her cunt, 
just in case she had to resort to certain measures. 

Griff's eyes were closed and his limp cock had now retreated into his sweaty 
black pubic bush. When Myrna's shorts were snapped shut, she reached forward 
and grabbed Griff's limp cock. She pulled on it hard, for a second, just so 
he'd open his eyes and look at her, then let up her firm grip. She still 
held onto the limp dick, though. 

"Now," she said to him, turning so that Tim couldn't sneak up behind her, 
"there is a matter of seventy-five dollars that you owe my friend for the 
stereo. I'm here to pick it up and I want it now." 

Tim started laughing as he stuffed his cock back into his pants, but Griff 
wasn't laughing as much because Myrna still had his cock in her hand. 

"What makes you think we're going to pay you?" Tim asked. "I should think 
that what we just did to you would make you think the opposite." 

"You would think that, wouldn't you?" Myrna asked. "That's why you're 
nothing more than a stupid mother-fucker, you know that? I've decided that I 
don't give a shit about the money. But!" she added hastily. "It's the 
principle of the matter that counts. I'm not leaving here without my 
seventy-five bucks!" 

Even as she spoke, she was pinching Griff's dick, and she knew that she had 
him right where she wanted him. Any protest on his part and she was ready to 
elbow him right in the balls. Tim was another thing, though. He wasn't 
moving close enough for her to grab hold of. In fact, he seemed a bit wary 
of her. 

"What the hell makes you think I'd give you seventy-five bucks for 
anything?" Tim asked. 

"A few things make me think that," she said. "First of all, are you two a 
couple of those illegal aliens? Where's the business license you're supposed 
to have on the wall?" 

"None of that is any of your fucking business," Tim said, and he reached for 
the leather strap and raised it. 

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Myrna said. "Now I came here to get 
what's rightfully mine. Had you fixed my friend's stereo, I wouldn't want 
the money back, but since you seemed to have done nothing, I do insist on 
it. That and the fact that you fucked me. I should charge you an extra 
seventy-five just for that, but I won't." 

"You whore," the man cursed. 

"I'm no whore, you bastard alien," the girl said. "But you used me like a 
whore and there's no reason why I shouldn't walk out of here with my money." 

Myrna was so sure of herself that she could feel a swelling pride running 
through her entire body. She knew that there was no way these men would be 
able to welch on her now, and she held out her left hand-leaving the right 
one still holding the limp cock so she would have Griff in control-for the 
money. 

"Fuck you," Tim said. "You're not getting anything." 

Myrna smiled at him because he seemed so sure of himself, too. But then, she 
glanced out of the small window that looked out on the showroom of the 
store. Her gaze went past the front window and she was soon looking out in 
the street and the policeman who was standing only a few feet away. 

As she looked, Tim began to follow her gaze. 

"I wonder what would happen...." she started to say, but stopped 
purposefully. 

"What would happen if what?" Tim asked. 

"I wonder what would happen if I ran outside and told that cop the two of 
you just raped me? Shit, I could imagine the commotion that would follow, 
because, if the two of you want to know the truth, I'm only seventeen. You 
could both be arrested for raping a minor. That should get you a nice long 
prison sentence." 

Even as she spoke, she rubbed her legs together just to make sure that her 
pussy tunnel was sticky with Tim's cock juice. She really didn't want to 
have to take this thing to the police, she knew, but if she had to, she was 
going to. She tried to keep a straight and threatening look on her face as 
she stared out at Tim. She was sure that he was breaking and would give in. 
"What if we denied it?" Tim asked. 

"I still have your come in my cunt to prove it," Myrna said. "And you still 
haven't answered my other questions. I'd be surprised if you two characters 
are in this country legally, and where's your business license?" 

She squeezed Griff's cock really hard when she said that, and was surprised 
that it was beginning to stiffen again. That gave her another idea. She 
started to massage his long, thin dick as hard as she could because she 
wanted him to get excited again. 

She looked at Griff for a second, and sensed defeat in his eyes. Then she 
looked at Tim who was breaking slowly. 

"What should we do, Griff?" Tim asked. 

"Get her the money," Griff said, closing his eyes and thrusting his hips up 
and down so his cock was sliding through Myrna's tight fist. "I don't see 
any other way that we can get out of it." 

"That's what I like from a slave," Myrna said. "I like obedience." 

She watched as Tim walked out in front of the store, listened for the sound 
of the cash register opening, then saw him walk back in with a wad of bills. 
She made him hand them to her one at a time so she could count it and still 
keep working on Tim's fully hard cock. 

When the seventy-five was counted out, she stuffed it into her pocket. 

Then she pulled her hand from Griff's about-to-come cock and pushed her way 
past Tim. Myrna ran out of the store as fast as she could without turning 
back. As she got out onto the street, she saw another prospective customer 
getting ready to walk into the store. 

"I wouldn't buy from them," she said. "They're a bunch of crooks." 

Then the girl ran back around the corner to her apartment, but not before 
taking time to see the new customer turn and leave the store without 
entering. Serves those cocksuckers right, she thought to herself. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"It beats the shit out of me," Carly said when she saw the money Myrna had 
gotten out of the guys at the stereo store. 

"Nothing to it," Myrna replied. 

She decided not to tell her friend what had gone down at the store. Why 
should the girl know that she'd sold herself. Myrna thought about it. What 
the fuck, she figured, if I'm going to be tied up and whipped I might as 
well get paid for it. 

"Let's see," Carly said, counting the money one more time. Two-hundred-fifty 
dollars minus seventy-five dollars leaves a hundred and seventy-five. It's 
still a lot of bread." 

"Is there anyone else who owes you some bucks?" Myrna asked. 

"No one that I can think of. What about you? You're always lending people 
money. Isn't there anyone who hasn't paid you back?" 

"No. I wish there was, but I needed some money about three weeks back and I 
called everyone then and made them pay up their debts. I wrung out every 
penny, so I know there's no one I can go to for money." 

"Can I ask you something personal? Well, not really personal, but something 
that I want you to answer truthfully." 

"Sure," Myrna said. 

"Why didn't you just give Hank the money as you made it back from the grass? 
In other words, what did you do with that money anyway? What did you spend 
it on?" 

"Do you like my new guitar?" Myrna asked, and when she saw a disdainful look 
on Carly's face, she started to explain further. "Shit, Carly, if I ever 
want to go anywhere with music you know that I have to have a good guitar. I 
really wanted it and I had the cash for it, so I brought it for myself." 

"Didn't you think that Hank would get mad?" 

"He's never gotten mad before," the girl said. "I've owned him this much 
money for longer periods of time without any hassles. Besides, I thought for 
sure, that I'd have some more money by this time." 

There was a long silent pause. The young brown-haired girl was beginning to 
like her neighbor Carly more and more since the night before, especially 
since Carly had been so willing to listen to her problems. She also liked 
her since it was Carly who had told her how to go about getting the 
seventy-five dollars back. 

"I think I have an idea," Carly said to Myrna, suddenly. 

"What's that?" 

"Do you know anywhere to buy some good cocaine? I mean, some really good 
shit." 

"Yes," Myrna said to the girl. "But that's so fucking expensive. I don't 
know. It takes money. I have to get some, not spend it." 

"Get some coke and deal it," her neighbor said, reaching for a joint that 
lay on the table and lighting it. "But not legitimate dealing. I mean, 
dealing garbage." 

Myrna was beginning to understand. She had heard of people doing things like 
that although she had never done it. What dealing shit involved was giving 
someone a taste of the real thing to try, and the then, when they wanted to 
buy it, selling them something like baking soda or some other garbage that 
looked like coke. 

"Once, when I was strung-out for money," Carly said, "I took some herb tea 
and sold it to someone as an ounce of grass. I don't see why you can't do 
the same kind of thing with cocaine ... and make big money." 

"I guess so," Myrna said. "I mean, I could probably invest twenty dollars in 
the real thing and make at least a hundred back." 

"Easy," Carly said, clapping her hands together and then handing Myrna the 
joint. "I even know some people who would buy it." 

"Carly, you wouldn't screw your own friends, would you?" 

"Who said anything about these people being my friends? They're just 
acquaintances of mine and if they call me to complain, I'll just tell them 
that I hardly even know you and that I don't have your number." 

"It sounds good," Myrna said. "I'm going to make my connection. You start 
calling some people who are into buying it. Hey, Carly, I just want to thank 
you for all that you're doing, okay? I mean, you're doing all this shit for 
me when you don't have to. You could be enjoying this weekend at the beach 
or something like that, but instead, you're sitting here helping me with my 
problem." 

"What are friends for?" Carly asked, holding up the joint in a mocking 
toast. By five o'clock that afternoon, Myrna was back in her apartment with 
the smallest amount of real cocaine. On her way back from making the deal, 
she had also stopped off at the drug store to buy some baking soda. When 
Carly rang her bell Myrna was just starting to break up the baking powder in 
small pieces of tin foil. Carly started to laugh the minute she saw it. 

"This is going to be so much fun," the black-haired girl said. 

"Fun for you, perhaps," Myrna said, "but if you want to know the truth, I 
really hate doing things like this. I can't help but feel like a shit." 

"Look, you need the money desperately and if these people that I called have 
the money to spend on drugs, then let them get fucked over once. It might 
even teach them a good lesson for the next time." 

"You know how to justify everything that you do, don't you?" Myrna asked. 

"Yes. But I don't have time to talk right now. I have some people coming 
over. From now till about nine tonight we're going to have a parade of 
cocaine buyers. When you're ready, come next door to my apartment, okay. 
Bring the stuff and make sure you know the good from the bad." 

Myrna smiled at her friend, but did as she was told. 

For the next few hours, Myrna couldn't help but sit in Carly's living room 
and feel a growing guilt building inside of her. The five buyers who came 
all tasted the good drug, liked it, then bought small packets of the baking 
soda without even bothering to inspect it and see if it was any good. 

By the time the last person left, Myrna had another hundred dollars in her 
pocket. She had spent twenty-five for the good coke. 

"That makes one-fifty," she said to Carly. "I can't fucking believe it. In 
one day I made a hundred and fifty bucks. All I need is a hundred more for 
Hank." 

"I wish I could stay here to relish it," Carly said, "but I have to go out. 
I have a date tonight with this guy from school." 

"You don't have to make any excuses," Myrna said. "I don't feel much like 
going out tonight anyway. I hope you have a good time, however." 

"Oh, I will," Carly laughed. 

Myrna left her neighbor in the hall and went to her own apartment. She 
poured herself some whiskey to calm her nerves. For even though all the 
duped customers had left with the phony cocaine, she still felt guilty about 
it. Things like that had happened to her twice, where she had bought a drug 
and it turned out to be shit, and since she always hated when it was done to 
her, she hated dealing garbage twice as much. 

She picked up the phone and called Hank's number, but his tape-recorder 
answering machine picked up. 

"Prick!" she said, leaving a message. "I just called to tell you that I have 
most of the money. I'll have the rest by tomorrow night. So long, 
cock-sucker." 

She flicked on the television and decided to watch the Saturday night movie. 
It had been a long time since Myrna had been in the pad on a Saturday night. 
She was used to spending Saturday nights with Hank. She felt kind of lonely 
and depressed, and when her front doorbell rang she jumped up and ran to 
answer it. She was sure that it was Carly, either coming back because she 
had changed her mind about the date, or wanting to tell her something before 
she left. 

It was for that reason alone that Myrna didn't even ask who it was. Instead, 
she just flung the door open. The minute she saw who was standing there, her 
heart lept to her mouth. She tried to slam the door shut, but the man 
already had his foot in the door and was pushing his way into the apartment. 

"You fucked me over," he said to her, slamming the door behind him. 

"What?" she said. "I don't know what you're talking about." 

Myrna certainly did, but she was going to feign innocence the whole time. 
The man's name was Cassidy and he was a burly redheaded man with a thick 
moustache and beard. She had remarked to Carly, after Cassidy had made his 
purchase of phony coke, that he looked just like Paul Bunyan. 

He had broad shoulders and wore a work shirt and jeans. As soon as he 
slammed the door shut he raised his hand and acted as if he was going to hit 
her across the face. 

"You sold me shit cocaine," the man said. "The stuff that I tried next door 
was dynamite, but then when I tried some of this in my van outside, I knew I 
was duped." 

"How did you know I lived here?" 

"I knew your name was Myrna, and I looked on the bell and saw that it said 
M. Montgomery. Since no one else in the apartment had a first name with an 
M., I knew it had to be you. It figures, too, since it's right next door to 
Carly." 

Even as he was talking, Cassidy kept his hand raised and in a threatening 
position, just to let her know that he meant business if she was planning on 
trying anything to get away. Myrna was leaning against her dining room 
table. 

"I don't know what you're talking about still," she insisted. "I only sell 
the highest quality merchandise." 

"Yeah," Cassidy said, "if you consider baking soda high quality, that is. 
Now look, baby, it's only twenty bucks and I've been ripped off before. But 
now that you're here all alone, and I'm here all alone, maybe we can work 
something out." 

Even as he spoke the girl looked down at his crotch and saw the huge bulge 
that he had between his legs. She thought back for a few moments. 

Cassidy had really turned her on when he had come to make a purchase and she 
and Carly had had time to talk a little about him before the next customer 
had arrived. 

"He drives a truck for a living," Carly had told Myrna. "I also think that 
he's one of the sexiest men I've ever seen in my life, even though you could 
say that he's a bit overweight." 

"I don't think that," Myrna said. "He might be a little stocky, but he still 
seems like he has a great build." 

"And a thick cock," Carly said, and after Myrna pressed her for more 
details, the girl had told her about her one time with Cassidy. "He came 
over here one day because he had nothing better to do. However, he had 
brought these downs with him and before I knew it, we were both so mellow. I 
was mellow enough to fall into bed with him and let me tell you he was one 
of the hardest fucks I've ever had." 

Myrna had listened eagerly, imagining what his cock might look like but 
knowing full well that she would never be able to see it in the flesh. After 
all, you usually didn't make it a habit of socializing with someone that you 
fucked over in a drug deal. 

As she looked at his hard-cocked groin, she started thinking a little 
differently. Maybe he would be willing to fuck her and call it even between 
them. He certainly looked like he was in a lecherous mood, and as Myrna saw 
his cock bulge beginning to grow down his left leg, she couldn't help but 
get into a horny mood herself. 

"What did you have in mind that we should work out?" Myrna asked him. 

"Come on, baby, you're old enough to know better than to ask." 

With that, Cassidy lunged forward and landed right on top of Myrna, shoving 
her back against the table with the full force of his weight. 

He planted his mouth firmly on hers and she felt him shoving his tongue 
between her lips. She almost started to laugh because his full red beard was 
tickling her, but she managed to hold it back. As he kissed her he started 
to rub his groin against hers and she could actually feel his hard meat 
throbbing. 

"Do you want me to suck you off?" she asked him, when the kiss ended and he 
continued to thrust his groin against her. 

"And more," he said. 

She didn't know what he meant by that, but she was glad that he pulled 
himself off of her. As he did, he pulled her up to her feet and then started 
to kiss her again. She could feel his fingers working at his shirt and when 
his work shirt was open all the way, he started to push her head down. 

Myrna couldn't believe how hairy his chest was. She had seen hairy chests 
before in her life, but the red hairs were so thick that she could barely 
make out his two red-orange nipples. She started to lick his neck and before 
moving her tongue to his nipples, pulled some of the hair out of the way. 

His left nipple was stiff and she moved her tongue over it and began to suck 
on it. Cassidy closed his eyes and started to moan. When he did that, Myrna 
moved her hand to the bulge that was so prominent in his pants and rubbed it 
hard. When she did, she could feel it throbbing lightly. 

"That's good, baby," Cassidy was moaning, moving his groin in a circular 
motion so that the pleasure of his prick increased. 

Myrna moved her mouth to his other nipple and stimulated that one. 

As she did, though, she could feel him applying weight to her shoulders and 
trying to push her down to her knees. She went willingly, till her face was 
right up against his crotch. When that happened, she reached for his belt 
and unbuckled it, reached for his pants and unsnapped them, then unzippered 
his fly and started to push them down around his legs. 

She didn't notice that Cassidy had reached into his back pocket before she 
pulled his pants down. He had taken out a thick piece of rope that he always 
carried and he held it behind his back, in one hand. 

When Cassidy's large cock flopped out into freedom, it slapped off his 
stomach and then came to a halt, sticking straight out at her. Myrna had to 
move her face out of the way to avoid being slapped in the cheek by the 
cock. 

His pubic hair was thick and red and Myrna ran her fingers through it just 
to make sure that it was real. She had never been with a redheaded man 
before and loved the pubic patch, as well as the fine red hairs that covered 
his swinging scrotal sack. She reached for his swinging balls and cupped 
them in her hand. 

Cassidy spread his legs a little bit wider so she could handle him better. 
His hand was still playing with the rope that he was concealing behind his 
back and he wanted to tie her up as fast as he could. However, he decided to 
wait for the most opportune time, and it didn't seem to be there yet. 

"Come on, baby, suck all my cock," he said, moving his free hand to his dick 
and rubbing the tip against his smooth cheek. "Suck my cock good, baby." 

Myrna started to lick his stiff dick all over, just to discover where he was 
the most sensitive and vulnerable. When she ran her tongue along the 
underside of his shaft and felt him shiver, she knew she had discovered his 
weak point. 

She licked her way back up the shaft and then opened her mouth to take the 
entire length of his cock in. As she did, she made sure to keep her tongue 
along the underside of his pulsating dick, even at the expense of excess 
gagging. 

When Cassidy slid his cock all the way in the back of her throat, he started 
to moan hard. Very few chicks had been able to take the entire length of him 
into their mouths and he was glad that this one could. He was deciding on 
whether or not he should use the rope at all then. 

For the rope usually served its purpose when a girl was reluctant to take 
him in. He decided, however, that he was going to tie her anyway. After all, 
it gave him such a feeling of strength when the broad he fucked was bound 

"Pinch my nipples," he commanded to her. "I want you to pinch them both with 
your fingers, baby. I love it when my nipples are pinched." 

Slowly, Myrna started to raise her hands, moving them over his hairy belly 
and playing with his navel, then moving them higher still. It was hard for 
her to find his nipples through all the chest fur, but she didn't even have 
time for a thorough scan. 

The second her hands were high enough he grabbed them both and started to 
wrap the thick rope around them. Myrna's mouth was stuffed with cock and she 
couldn't do anything to protest. She thought of trying to hit his chest with 
her hands, but his two hands were twice as large as hers, with twice as much 
power behind them. Once he held them, there was no way she could even pull 
them from his grasp. 

Cassidy slipped the rope over and under her wrists at least four times to 
make sure that they would be bound together tightly. Then he tied a thick 
knot and let go of the rope, leaving her bound hands leaning on his chest. 

"That's just to make sure that you don't try to run away," he said to her. 
"If you do, you won't get too far before I catch you." 

Myrna began to stroke his chest with her two bound hands, seeing as how 
there was nothing else she could do. She couldn't even pull her head away 
from his throbbing cock now because after tying her he moved his hands to 
her head and held her firmly. Then he started to pump his cock in and out of 
her mouth at a furious pace. At times, Myrna could feel her whole face 
buried in his crotch and the smell was overpowering. 

Each time Cassidy thrust his cock into her mouth, he felt his two hairy 
balls whacking her in the chin. He laughed about it, though because the 
pleasure he was feeling was terrific. When he felt his cock starting to 
pulsate hard in her mouth, he clenched his ass muscles to try and hold back 
from coming. 

It was as if every part of him was in his cock. He felt like he wanted to 
shoot his brains out through his cock, right into her mouth. 

His whole body was broken out in a heavy sweat and he felt trickling drops 
running over his buttocks. 

Then, there reached a point where he just couldn't hold back any longer. His 
cock was pulsing too hard and the tension was too great. He unleashed a 
thick jet stream of come which shot into her mouth. Then, his ejaculating 
cock started to shoot out smaller loads. Myrna worked her tongue back to the 
tip and began to savor the sweet flavor of Cassidy's come on her tongue 
before swallowing it. She couldn't believe what a load the man was 
unleashing in her mouth and there reached a point where she just had to let 
some of the creamy come drip down her cheek because her mouth couldn't 
handle all that he was pumping. 

Cassidy let out a long, bellowing moan as he felt himself draining into 
Myrna's mouth, and he pulled himself out after he had shot off everything 
and his cock was still semierect. He pulled her to her feet and then kissed 
her on the lips. 

She felt, for some reason, that she was being treated like a piece of meat. 
For as he kissed her he also lifted her up into his arms, much the same way 
a groom would carry his bride over the threshold. 

Then he asked: "Where's the fuckin' bedroom?" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Myrna told Cassidy where the bedroom was. She watched him kick his way out 
of his pants and just leave them lying on the dining room floor. He carried 
her down the small hallway and kicked the door of her bedroom open. 

Then he threw her on the bed and she landed with a thud. 

"Hey," Myrna said to him. "I don't mind your fucking me, but you don't have 
to be so fucking brutal about it." 

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want," Cassidy said, reaching over to start 
stripping her. It was easy for him to open the halter top and pull it off, 
even with her arms tied. Then he pulled down her shorts and looked at the 
naked bound girl. "You got yourself a nice cunt, baby. T-rimmed and all." 

He was on his knees by the bed in a flash and he started to bite her legs, 
working his way up to her cunt. Myrna couldn't believe it when he actually 
bit her hand, especially since he was working his way up to her cunt and she 
knew he would be just as brutal. 

"Hey, not so hard," she said again. 

She wasn't prepared for his open palm which slapped her across the face and 
forced her to fall flush against the mattress. She could feel a stinging on 
her cheek. 

There was nothing that Myrna could do now, except take what he had to give 
her. He did ease up on his biting as he moved to her inner thigh, and then, 
as he was nibbling away on her skin there, she felt his bushy moustache and 
his nose rubbing against her cunt lips. He was inhaling and exhaling deeply 
so that she could feel warm air moving in and out of her cunt. 

He started to rub his nose against her pussy and she could feel the bridge 
of it rubbing over her clit. 

Myrna had never been nose-fucked before and the whole thing was so crazy. 
She couldn't believe that she was getting off on it, though. A lot of it had 
to do with Cassidy's red bushy moustache and beard which rubbed against her 
thighs gently. 

But the nose stimulating her erect clit was the thing that made her cunt 
start to spasm hard and secrete her pussy juices. She arched her ass up off 
the bed, digging her bound wrists deeper into the small of her back, then 
felt a warm steady flow of her orgasmic love juices. 

As soon as Cassidy felt his nose getting wet with her juices, he decided 
that the best way to go about it all now would be to tongue-fuck her. He had 
been thinking of shoving his cock inside of her cunt the minute she started 
coming, only he hadn't planned on her coming this fast. His cock was only 
semi-erect now and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he was hard 
enough to fuck her good. 

But in the meantime, he thought that eating her out was a fair enough 
compromise. He raised his head just a little so that his nose was now in her 
trimmed bush and then started to ram his tongue into her cunt. The first 
taste of her juices created an insatiable urge for more, and he started 
licking harder. 

As he did, he made sure to keep his tongue working over her clit so that her 
cunt would keep replenishing the cream supply. He slipped his hands under 
her buttocks and started to squeeze them hard, rubbing the passionate sweat 
of her ass back into her skin. 

Myrna started to moan loud as she felt herself on the verge of a second 
coming. There was only one thing bothering her the whole time. 

Why the hell did he have to tie her up? 

In fact, she was wondering why the hell everyone had tied her up during the 
past two days. First it had been Hank, then the two men from the stereo 
store and now Cassidy. Carly had explained that some men need to feel that 
certain kind of strength one can only feel when he is in total control of 
the woman he's fucking. 

She didn't really understand why Cassidy had tied her up the way he had. 
After all, she had already been sucking his cock which indicated that she 
was obviously willing and ready to satisfy him. 

As her cunt spasms began to subside, he lifted his head from her pussy and 
brushed his chin over her trimmed brown patch. 

"I like it," he said, smiling. "I like the way you trimmed it." 

"You can thank Carly for that," Myrna said. 

"I'll make sure to do that. But now, well, my cock's just about aching to be 
satisfied and I think I know just the way I want it." 

She felt him roll her over on her stomach, and although it eased up the 
tension she could feel from her arms pressing into her back, it didn't feel 
too good on her tits which were now being pressed against her mattress. 

When he climbed on top of her, pressing his body flush against hers, it hurt 
even more. 

Cassidy hadn't licked her completely dry, and as he positioned himself on 
top of her he spread her legs and moved his thick cock into her cunt. Myrna 
moaned as she felt herself being filled with his huge man-meat. Although 
there was pressure on her tits, too, she didn't mind all that much because 
she felt his hairy chest brushing against her back and that was nice. 

Cassidy started moving his cock in and out of her cunt slowly, and even 
though there wasn't any direct clitoral stimulation, she was still feeling 
okay. It was only when she felt him starting to pull his cock out of her 
cunt and near her asshole that she started to scream at him. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled. 

"Come on, baby, I think that the twenty bucks I blew on your cheap cocaine 
is certainly worth a nice, tight ass-fuck." 

"No," Myrna said. "I've never been fucked in the ass before and I don't want 
the first time to be with you. Your cock's too thick." 

Cassidy started to laugh at that point, and Myrna could sense such hostility 
in the way he was laughing. 

"You don't think a flimsy excuse like that's going to stop me from ramming 
my eager dick into your puckered red asshole now, do you? Look, bitch, 
there's nothing that you can do to stop me. What do you say to that?" 

Myrna didn't know what to say. She thought of screaming for help but 
realized all he had to do would be push her head against the mattress and 
muffle her screams. She decided since he was already set on doing it, that 
she would try to talk him into being as nice as he. possibly could. 

"If you're going to do it," she said to him, "at least try and lubricate me 
a little bit more. You can't do it with your cock like that." 

He pulled off of her and rolled over on his side. She turned her head and 
saw his cock, glistening with her cunt juices. He started to run his hand up 
and down the tall thick shaft, moaning a little bit at the same time. 

"Maybe you're right," he said to her. "Besides, I've just about rubbed off 
all the lubrication with my hand just now. What do you have?" 

"There's Vaseline in the bathroom, in the medicine chest." 

"Fine," Cassidy said, and he sat up and hopped off the bed in one motion. 

Myrna looked after him, watching the flexing of his hairy buttocks as he 
walked into the bathroom. As soon as he was gone she rolled herself over on 
her back, sat up and then hopped to her feet. 

She didn't know what she was going to do with her hands tied together, but, 
with a little coordination, she managed to slip her legs through her hands 
so that they were now tied in front of her body. 

Myrna started to think fast. There was a knife in one of the drawers by the 
bed. She had put it in there just in case she should wake up in the middle 
of the night and find some stranger in her room, an eerie thought that she 
had fantasized about often since it once happened to a friend. 

She reached over with both hands, still bound at the wrists, then started to 
open the drawer. The knife was there and she tried to maneuver it between 
her bound wrists so that the blade could start slicing at the rope. However, 
the cord that Cassidy had used to tie her was so thick that she thought it 
was going to take hours. 

Myrna perked up when she heard the sound of the medicine cabinet sliding 
closed. The rope had been cut through, half-way. She started running the 
cord up and down the blade of the knife, racing against the few seconds she 
knew she had left before he came back into the room. 

But he was there too fast, and as soon as he saw her sitting up, with both 
hands in the night table drawer, he raced over there. He pulled her hands 
out and at first, the knife came with it. The knife fell to the floor right 
in front of him. 

"You slimy bitch," he said to her. "So, you were trying to get away while I 
was in there getting lubrication for your asshole. You stupid cunt. I have a 
mind to give you a dry ass-fuck and then see how much it hurts you." 

He was glaring at her, and she could tell from the red in his eyes that he 
really meant it. All she could do then was beg. 

"Please," Myrna said, falling to her knees and rubbing her soft cheeks 
against his stiff, raging member, "please don't do that. I'm sorry that I 
tried to get away from you, but it's only natural that I should do something 
like that. I don't like being tied up the way you have me." 

"That's just tough shit," Cassidy said, and she was shocked when he pulled 
his hand back and slapped her across the face. "You're going to have to 
learn to be tied up, honey, so get used to it." 

"What? What do you mean by that?" 

"I've said enough already," the red-headed man said. 

He reached down and pulled Myrna up to her feet. Then, he pushed her 
face-forward on the bed and yanked her naked legs apart. 

"Now, I've decided to lubricate you anyway," Cassidy said, and she could 
hear him pulling the cover of the Vaseline jar off. "I'm doing it for me as 
well because a dry fuck could be a little chafing on my cock, too, you 
know." 

She felt his Vaseline-coated finger moving inside of her asshole, and he 
wasn't being at all gentle. In fact, had his finger been dry, it would have 
been ten times as painful. As it was, the only thing Myrna liked about 
having her asshole explored was the soothing coating of Vaseline. 

He started to move his finger around in her asshole to make sure that she 
was coated good. He pulled his finger out of her ass a few times, then 
pushed it back in. Each time he did it, she could feel a new wad of Vaseline 
being rammed inside and then coated along her insides. 

The third time he pulled his finger out, he started talking. "Now baby," he 
said, "not only have I been nice enough to coat your asshole, but I'm going 
to even do you a favor and coat my cock. How's that for service?" 

She turned and saw him take still another wad of Vaseline and start to smear 
it all over the length of his cock. She could see it glistening along the 
nine-inch length of his shaft, and there were a few thick wads in places 
where he just put it on and didn't bother to rub it in. 

She could feel a throbbing heat moving closer as he started to position 
himself between her legs. He didn't shove himself into her ass as 
aggressively as he had shoved his way into her cunt. At first, she could 
feel him prying her ass cheeks apart with his two Vaseline coated hands and 
rubbing the stiff head of his cock over her puckered, but now abundantly 
lubricated asshole. 

As he pushed himself in a little, she felt her asshole stretching to 
accommodate him. When he pushed himself in a little deeper she groaned in 
pain. 

"Hold on baby, there isn't far to go," Cassidy moaned. 

She tried to concentrate on something pleasurable, then realized that unless 
she loosened up soon, she was going to be killed. She thought of the last 
decent fuck that she had had from Hank, when the two of them were still 
getting along well. She thought of the way he had kissed her and hugged her 
tightly as he fucked her. 

Meanwhile, she was trying to pull her hands free, thinking that the rope 
might give way since she had cut through some of it with the knife. Her 
hands were pressed against her cunt, under her body, and she could hardly 
move them because of the weight of his body on hers. 

Cassidy was in her as deep as he could go, she knew, because she felt his 
bushy cock hair brushing against her buttocks. Myrna managed to lift her 
cunt off the bed just a little, and when he thrust his cock into her ass 
deep, pushing her back down, she was already in a better position. 

The position now left her with two fingers embedded in her cunt, and as 
Cassidy started to fuck her asshole at a steady rate, Myrna started to 
finger herself. She made sure to work only on her clit, and she closed her 
eyes and saw visions of Hank's blonde-haired cock and her eager mouth moving 
to suck it. 

As she thought about that, she could feel the pleasures beginning to rise in 
her body. She started to breathe a lot heavier and her pussy began to spasm. 
As it did, Cassidy started to moan harder. 

"Shit, your ass is moving in all directions," he moaned. 

Myrna was so deeply involved in her own fantasies and rising orgasm, that 
she had almost forgotten about the cock in her ass. She thought about it for 
a second, felt a rush of pain, then decided that the less she thought about 
it the better. She continued dreaming of Hank and thinking that once this 
debt was paid off he might be nice to her again. 

Cassidy, meanwhile, was feeling pleasure bolts running all through his body. 
He had never fucked a virgin asshole before, but she was as tight as he 
imagined she would be. He slowed down his thrusting a few times to keep from 
coming too fast, and it was only after his throbbing cock pulsations has 
subsided that he started to fuck her harder. 

Myrna thought of the hairy presence on her back, but didn't give any thought 
to the cock that was reaming away inside of her ass. She knew that if she 
did, she would probably feel the worst pain of her life. 

Instead, she thought only of her cunt and the pleasures she could derive 
from her eager clit. She started to come hard, and when she did she was 
bucking her ass up off the bed, smashing her buttocks against Cassidy's 
groin. 

"Whoa, baby, whoa!" the burly man was saying, and he felt himself at his 
peak. He clenched his ass muscles to keep from coming, but her ass was too 
tight and the ride too enjoyable. 

Besides, he had already reached that point of no return. As far as he was 
concerned, there was no way he was going to be able to keep from coming. He 
might be able to prolong the orgasm, but that would be all. 

Then, just as he thought he could hold back a few seconds longer, he started 
coming, shooting a large wad up her ass. 

Myrna moaned as she felt the warm come lining her asshole and she started to 
come again herself. Cassidy's cock continued to pump forth load after load, 
and he stayed in her even as his cock started to go limp. 

It was only then that Myrna knew she could come out of her fantasy because 
his cock wasn't really thick enough to stretch her to the point of pain 
anymore. As he started to shrink, she pulled her fingers from her cunt and 
thought about the ass-fuck she had just experienced. 

When it came right down to it, the fuck hadn't been too bad. She had 
certainly been lubricated enough, past the point of a painful entry, and the 
only thing that had bothered her was Cassidy's cock width. 

She thought that a thinner cock, like Griff's, the man in the stereo store 
that morning, would have fit into her asshole better. She was not, however, 
making any plans to go back and see him just for that. 

When Cassidy's cock had gone completely soft, he pulled himself all the way 
out of her asshole and then rolled over on his back. Myrna raised her head 
and looked at how his limp member had retreated into his thick red pubic 
patch. When he opened his eyes and saw her looking at him, he smiled, 
reached over, and patted her ass. 

"There, now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked. 

"I guess not," Myrna replied. 

"Don't think I couldn't have made it hurt much more. I got pretty pissed off 
about the garbage you dealt me. Then there was the matter of the money. 
Still, a good ass fuck is worth more than I paid, so let's call it even." 

A smile spread across the girl's face. Well, she had a hundred and fifty 
bucks, and all she needed now was a hundred more. She was beginning to think 
that selling her body was the best way to go. Men loved to torture her, and 
she didn't mind being on the receiving end. They loved a sex slave, and she 
liked being one. Why not sell her services? 

 CHAPTER NINE 

It didn't take Myrna Montgomery long to put her plan into action. When 
Cassidy had left, she talked about it with Carly, and the girl said she knew 
just the guy. He was an eighteen year old kid who still hadn't enjoyed his 
first piece of ass. All he could talk about, Carly said, was getting into a 
bondage scene with a chick. 

She hadn't wanted to get into it with him because he was inexperienced, and 
she dug older guys. Still, Ira would be perfect. His folks had dough, so 
he'd be able to fork over at least fifty bucks for the experience. 

Sunday afternoon, Carly called the young man, and he quickly agreed to go 
see Myrna. About an hour later, he showed up and when the girl let him in he 
gave her the fifty bucks. Then they sat on the couch in Myrna's pad, and the 
youth broached the subject of tying a girl up. 

"All right," Myrna said, standing up. She had blown some grass and was 
stoned enough to do anything, including getting herself involved in a 
bondage scene for money. "You just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll 
do it." 

Ira still hadn't gotten up yet. He reached out for her blue wrap-around 
skirt and pulled it off. The skirt gave way easily. 

Myrna had not prepared for anything like this. She had thought she would do 
a slow strip for him, working with the skirt, and she hadn't worn panties 
for that reason. Her naked pussy was exposed for him to gaze upon, but he 
hardly even glanced at it. He just reached up and pulled her halter top 
down. 

Her large tits bounced up and down, then came to a halt. Ira gaggled a 
little, reached out and gave her tit a push. He watched it bounce up arid 
down again. Myrna just stood there with her arms at her side, and she 
couldn't help but think that she was just a tit machine for him. He 
continued to hit her tit gently so he could watch it bounce up and down. 
Then she started to get excited about it. 

The whole thing was like a game, but she could feel her nipple getting stiff 
as he continued bouncing her tit. As soon as her brown dart had stiffened 
and was sticking out in its fully erect state, Ira stood up and moved his 
lips to it. He placed his lips around her nipple and began to suck on it 
gently. 

He moved his hand down to her pussy and stroked the shaved patch, but he 
made no attempt to stroke her cunt lip. Myrna thought that he might have 
been a little too scared to move down there on his own. 

"You can touch it," she said to him. "It's only a cunt." 

Suddenly he took his mouth from her nipple and glared at her. 

"I know I can touch it," he said, and he slapped her across the face, "and I 
know that I can touch any part of you that I want to. Stop giving me orders 
you pushy, brazen bitch. Stop giving me orders." 

As he said that he reached over and grabbed one of the leather straps from 
the couch. He started to wrap it around her right arm, started at the elbow 
and working his way down to her hand. There was still about two feet of 
extra leather at the end and the boy pushed Myrna down to her knees and then 
stretched her arm so he could tie the leather to one couch leg. 

He did everything so fast and with such dexterity, that Myrna knew he must 
have practiced this binding a thousand times on a doll, or something. After 
the first leather strap was tied, he reached for another and started working 
on the left arm. As he stretched that one to center her between the couch, 
he pushed her over the small wooden coffee table that she kept right in 
front of it. Myrna felt her tits pressing against the dark oak wood, and 
overall, she thought that position was comfortable. 

The thought that it could have been a much worse position was really what 
made her look on the lighter side of things. 

Once Ira had strapped the second leather band around the left leg of the 
couch, she was tied for good. Ira had done, by far, the most expert job in 
tying her up, far superior to what anyone else had ever done to her. 

She pulled on her arms to see if there was any possibility of getting free, 
and gave up after she felt the first restraining tug of the leather. 

Even as she was trying to get free, she could hear the rustling of clothing 
behind her. She knew that Ira was getting undressed, only she couldn't 
understand why he didn't want to get undressed in front of her. The clothes 
were dropping to the floor, and she couldn't believe how fast he was tearing 
them off. 

Then she felt him moving behind her. The first part of his body that she 
felt touching her ass was his cock. He rubbed the head of it between her 
buttocks and she thought for sure that she was going to ram it into her. 
However, he just positioned his long, warm cock between her buttocks and 
then pressed his whole groin against her ass and rubbed himself there. He 
leaned forward and rubbed his chest against her back and she felt how hairy 
he was. 

Then he started to moan and talk. 

"You feel so nice," he said. "Your skin is so soft, do you know that? You 
got the nicest, fleshiest ass I've ever felt." 

She could feel his lips moving down to her shoulders and he started to lick 
her. His tongue moved around her neck, and then he started to slide down her 
back, pulling himself away from her so that his tongue ended up between her 
white ass cheeks. 

He started to ream her asshole with his tongue, and each time he shoved it 
into her she could feel him shoving in a large wad of saliva at the same 
time. 

She was sure he was going to fuck her asshole, and even though it wasn't as 
tight as usual, she still didn't know if she wanted him to fuck her there. 

He stopped reaming her asshole, however, and slid his way down between her 
legs. He positioned his mouth right next to her cunt and then he started to 
lick her pussy. He darted his tongue in and out of her and Myrna was sure 
that he had no idea of what he was doing. She couldn't think of a subtle way 
to tell him, however, realizing that anything she said to him, no matter how 
creative, could be taken the wrong way. 

In the long run, she decided it was better to tell him at the beginning so 
he could turn her on at leeast. 

"You're not hitting my clit," she told him. "That little thing when you pull 
my cunt lips apart. See it? That's my clit. It's like your cock in that it's 
the heart of all my passions." 

"I know that, bitch," he said, and suddenly she felt him bite hard on her 
stiffened clit. She let out a low scream, then felt his sharp teeth loosen 
up. He started to lick her gently then and the pain subsided. 

Once his tongue began to concentrate on her clit, she closed her eyes and 
thought of nothing but pleasure. It wasn't hard, for physically, he was 
doing some nice things to her. Her tits, which were rubbing against the hard 
wooden table, also felt pretty good because she liked the texture of the 
wood against her nipples. 

Ira ate her for only a few minutes, and just as her cunt was starting to 
spasm and she felt herself on the verge of coming, he stopped. 

Myrna was so frustrated. As soon as he pulled his tongue from her cunt and 
actual clitoral stimulation ceased, her passions began to subside. 

"What did you stop for?" she asked, an angry tone in her voice. "I was just 
getting started when you stopped." 

Ira had slid out from underneath her and was standing behind her. He 
suddenly smashed his hand on her ass and gave her such a hard slap that the 
crack sounded around the room. He didn't stop with the one slap, however, 
and continued to give her a series of ten firm ass slaps. Her buttocks were 
tingling by the time the third one hit and burning by the time the tenth one 
was over. 

"Listen, you bitch," he said to her, "you don't tell me what to do again, 
you understand? Next time I'll make you bleed." 

Where was the nice virgin who had first acted so shy when he arrived 
nervously at her pad? Fear started to rise inside her. She was beginning to 
understand the power behind the dominant partner in these bondage scenes. 

She had gotten herself into this thing for money, and fun. But now, it 
didn't seem like it was going to be so much fun. Some of the things he was 
doing to her hurt her and the idea that he could really hurt her badly 
before the night was through, even kill her if he wanted to, was a 
prevailing threat. She tried to pull on her arms again but it was impossible 
to break free. 

As Myrna struggled, Ira stepped over the stretched leather strap and moved 
right in front of her, between the couch and coffee table. He reached down 
and lifted her head up so she was staring right at him. 

It was only then that Myrna had the chance to take in his naked body. 

His cock, which was only inches from her face, looked like it was a good 
seven inches, erect. It was sticking out of a thick patch of brown pubic 
hair, and his two balls hung low in their sack. She could see them swinging 
back and forth, and as she scanned the rest of his body, she noticed that he 
kept touching his balls to keep them swinging. Obviously, she thought, this 
kid had something about swinging and bouncing body parts, and she remembered 
the way he had bounced her tits. 

His chest was covered with a fine coat of brown hair, not too thick but not 
at all sparse, either. The hair seemed to be mainly around his nipples and 
then running down the middle of his chest, till it burst out into the thick 
triangular patch. 

"Like what you see, baby?" Ira asked. 

"You have a nice body," she said to him. The truth of the matter was, he did 
but she had seen hundreds of bodies just as nice and didn't feel the need 
for further complimenting. He made her see the need. 

"Then tell me," he said, pinching her cheek hard, like a mother always 
pinches the rosy red cheeks of a young toddler. "I think you owe me that 
much." 

She could feel a swelling pain on her cheek and then started to talk. 

"Shit, Ira, if you don't have the best body I've ever seen on a man. Whether 
you work out or not, there's no denying the fact that the muscles are 
rippling through your shoulders and chest. Turn around and let me see your 
ass. I love asses." 

She was glad when he did turn around, not only because she really did love 
asses as she had said, but his turning meant he had to let go of her cheek. 
She looked at his two rounded cheeks and saw that they were perfectly 
hairless, just the way she liked a man's ass to be. 

"And your ass is the most incredible ass in the world. Move closer so I can 
just run my tongue over those cheeks and taste it." 

He did back up for a second and she started to lick his cheeks, loving the 
texture of the skin against her tongue. She watched the way his whole body 
shivered and then he pulled away from her and turned around. 

"That feels nice," he said. 

"It feels nicer when it's in your asshole. But who wants to rim an asshole 
when they can suck a cock as beautiful as yours. I haven't even begun to 
tell you what a nice looking cock you have. And you know what turns me on 
even more? Those two balls of yours. They look good enough to eat." 

"Then do so," he said, and before she even had a chance to open her mouth 
and make a play for his cock and balls, he was sinking down to his knees so 
that his cock was inches from her face and shoving his balls into her mouth. 

It really caught Myrna off guard and she had trouble breathing for the first 
few seconds of ball-sucking, mainly because he shoved his groin right 
against her face as soon as his balls were in her mouth and his cock rubbed 
against her nose and cut off the air from there. However, after the first 
few furious seconds he started to moan hard and rub his cock shaft all over 
her face. 

She could feel the way he was throbbing and wanted to tell him that he 
shouldn't come so fast because who knew when he would be able to get it up 
again. However, it was completely impossible for her to talk with a mouthful 
of balls and so she just sucked and sucked and figured she'd let him do 
whatever the hell he wanted. 

But the smell of cock was making her long for its taste. 

Ira's thick, sweaty pubic patch was only inches from her nose and she could 
smell his male, musky odor. Her cunt started to tingle and she moved her 
legs together, happy that he hadn't stretched them and bound them open, and 
then started to rub them in order to stimulate her aching pussy. 

Ira pulled his balls out of her mouth, almost instinctively, and then he 
rammed his cock there instead. As soon as he was in her mouth she could feel 
him starting to throb hard. She started to suck him with everything she had, 
thinking that this orgasm would most likely be one he'd remember forever, 
and wanting to make it great because of that. Ira reached for her face and 
held her cheeks while he started to pump his cock in and out of her mouth. 

Her tongue felt a drop of come escaping from his cock head, and then, as she 
darted her tongue over the tip, she felt him starting to come. 

His breathing was heavy, almost like snorting, as he started to pump thick 
gobs of come into her mouth. Myrna had never felt this much come filling her 
before, and it was obviously the load of a boy who hadn't popped his nuts in 
some time. She felt some of his white cream dripping out of the side of her 
mouth and tried to lick it back in with her tongue, for the flavor was just 
too incredible to lose. 

Ira's cock pumped and pumped, even when there was no more come shooting out, 
and Myrna kept sucking that cock like a lollipop. When he finally started 
going limp, he pulled his cock from her mouth. Then he slumped in 
exhaustion. 

Even as he was recuperating, Ira was stroking his cock, and in some ways, it 
was torture to Myrna to watch him do it. She would have preferred to do 
something like that rather than being tied up the way she was. But he didn't 
seem to pay much attention to the longing in her eyes. 

"Are you going to fuck me and lose your virginity?" she asked. 

"In due time," Ira said. "When I'm ready. Right now, it's satisfaction 
enough to just see you there on your knees. It's satisfaction enough to know 
that I can ram my cock right into your mouth and you'll have to take it in." 

"Wonderful," she said, sarcastically, and that remark was met with another 
slap across the face, and a warning. 

"You seem to be trying my patience," he said to her. "I don't like some of 
these sarcastic things you're saying. The more you do it the worse it's 
going to be for you. 

Myrna nodded her head and Ira stood up. He stepped over her body so that he 
was behind her once more. He fell to his knees and moved his hand around to 
the front of her body, between her legs. He stroked her pussy flesh for a 
few seconds, then started to tickle her cunt lips. 

"I want you to be real wet and sloshy inside," he said. 

He slid his fingers into her cunt and started to play with her clit. Myrna 
closed her eyes and thought of his cock and how wonderful it had tasted. She 
wiggled her ass around a little and felt herself beginning to get hot. 

He started to slide his fingers in and out of her cunt, making sure to slide 
over her clit and keep her going. Myrna started to breathe heavier as her 
passions rose and then she felt her pussy beginning to spasm. 

"Spread your legs wide now," he said to her. 

She didn't understand why, till she saw the way he was starting to slide 
underneath her, lying on his back. He slid under her body, then under the 
coffee table, till his cock was right near her raised cunt. It was hard 
again! 

"Sit on my cock, bitch," he said. "If I'm paying you for this fuck, you're 
the one who's going to do all the work." 

Myrna was more than willing to sit on his cock, and as she moved her ass 
down she could feel him rubbing his thick cock head over her pussy lips. The 
more she lowered herself the deeper he entered her and she felt the full 
length of his cock stretching her elastic-like pussy walls. 

Once she sat on him, feeling the hot sweaty hairs of his pubic patch rubbing 
against her ass cheeks, she knew he was in all the way. She started to move 
up and down slowly, and along with the movement was a new sensation from her 
pressed nipples. They were rubbing against the wooden coffee table, even 
harder now, and she couldn't believe how excited she was feeling. 

Her ass was a mass of sweat, and the more she rode him the wetter her 
buttocks got. The best thing, she thought, was the position he had chosen. 
His cock could make the best contact with her clit from this position and as 
a result, she was soon coming very fast and hard. Her tight pussy spasms 
seemed to take effect on his cock and she felt him pulsating inside of her. 

"I don't want to come yet, you bitch," he said to her. "If I come now, I 
swear I'm going to beat the shit out of you." 

As soon as she heard that Myrna squeezed her legs together to try and make 
her pussy stop spasming. She stopped riding up and down on his cock to 
detract from the stimulation. She closed her eyes and prayed for her orgasm 
to end before her cock-squeezing cunt walls brought him off. She did not 
want to be beaten. 

She tried to concentrate on all things that turned her off. She thought of 
eating shit and drinking piss. She thought of a dry ass fuck or a smelly 
cunt. 

With those thoughts in mind, it was easy for her to bring herself out of the 
orgasm and her cunt spasms to die down. 

As they did, his cock stopped pulsing and just rested inside of her. Myrna 
heaved a sigh of relief, then opened her eyes and looked at the satisfied 
expression on his face. For he had his head propped up against the couch and 
he was looking at her and smiling proudly. He moved his hand to his chest 
and scratched a nipple. 

"Good work, Myrna," he said to her. "Very good work. Now, I want you to do 
that to me again. It felt good." 

"You mean you want me to bring you to the point of climax and then cut down 
on it before you come." 

"Exactly." 

Myrna could understand why he wanted it. There was nothing more pleasurable 
for a man than being on the verge of coming, but once he did, it was usually 
all over for awhile. Therefore, it was nice to keep a man going for as long 
as you could, trying to keep him at an orgasmic height without the actual 
ejaculation. 

Hank had told her that once, after she had sucked him off too fast. 

Hank! She hadn't given him much thought ever since Ira arrived at her pad. 
As she did, she decided that he was a bastard. Indirectly, he was the one 
making her do all this shit, just to get the fucking money. 

The bound brown-haired girl started again. She began to ride up and down 
Ira's cock, and she could already sense the tension in him building up. It 
didn't take long, about five rides up and down his pole, for him to start 
pulsating hard again. Since Myrna hadn't even worked herself up at this 
point it was easy for her to just stop her riding and wait for the 
pulsations to subside again. 

It became easier to do that as the fuck moved along. She kept her eyes open 
and stared at him throughout the whole ride, and it wasn't till she was 
working herself up toward the end, some time later, that she closed her 
eyes. But it was easy for her to tell, from the drops of sweat on his chest 
and the satisfied smile on his face, that he was enjoying his first fuck. 
And he was certainly getting his money's worth, she couldn't help but think. 

After the third subsiding orgasm on Ira's part, he told her he was ready to 
come. 

"And I want it good and hard, understand, cunt?" he said. 

Myrna closed her eyes then and started to concentrate on the feeling of his 
cock inside of her, which was a pleasurable enough thing to make her start 
getting hot again. Her dripping wet cunt started to get even wetter as the 
passion rose inside of her and then she started to spasm steadily. 

"That's what I like," Ira moaned, on the verge of orgasm himself, "a cunt 
that you sure know how to control." 

She had to thank him for that, and then she started to ride his cock even 
faster. Her whole head was spinning and colors were bursting in front of her 
as she found herself in the midst of one of the most exciting orgasms of her 
life. As soon as her orgasm was on full and her cunt was squeezing his hot 
cock tighter than ever, she felt him start to pulsate. 

He was grunting and groaning then and she knew that he was trying to keep 
from coming. She had to give him credit for it, but knew that no man was 
going to keep from coming when he was in Myrna's cunt. 

"Shoot your cream into me," she started to moan, knowing that dirty language 
could sometimes add so much to a fuck. "I want to feel your cock exploding 
inside of me. I want to feel a rush of come so powerful that it rips me 
right open. Come on, Ira, baby. Blast me!" 

As soon as she said that, he did, thrusting his ass up off the floor and 
shooting out a first hot load while his cock was embedded deeply inside of 
her. His whole body seemed to be contorting underneath hers as he pumped 
more and more. She felt as if he was shooting his brains out into her, that 
was how much power was behind his come. 

She continued to spasm long after his cock started to go limp inside of her 
cunt and she kept her legs squeezed together so that he wouldn't flop out of 
her right away. She desperately wanted to reach out and stroke his matted 
chest hairs and it was only when she made an attempt that she felt the 
leather around her arm. 

Myrna had been into the fuck so much that she had almost forgotten about the 
fact that she was tied. Or had she? She started to think more seriously 
about the whole thing from her point of view. 

The fact that she was tied had kept her in the one sitting position 
throughout the entire fuck, and that position had been just dandy. Maybe, 
she reasoned, the fact that I was tied had more to do with the fuck than I 
thought. 

As long as it wasn't too violent, the way Cassidy had been at times, then 
being tied was not bad at all. Ira had done some rotten things to her, like 
the hard slaps and the fierce nipple pinching, but all in all, the orgasm 
had been a totally new high as far as sheer physical pleasure went. 

She raised her ass up off his groin and his limp, spent dick finally flopped 
out of her cunt. Ira moaned softly, and then she felt him reaching over for 
the leather strap and untying the part wrapped around the couch leg. 

He did the same with the other one, and once the tautness of the strap had 
eased up, it was very easy for Myrna to get herself out of it. 

She climbed off Ira and he slid his way out from under the coffee table. He 
sat up and rested against the sofa. Myrna, who had sat down on the couch 
reached out and started to stroke Ira's hair. He leaned his head back and 
smiled at her. 

"How was I?" he asked, and she thought the question typically male. 

"You were fabulous," she said to him. "Really fabulous. If I hadn't known 
you were a virgin when we started, I never would have known." 

They sat and talked for a time, and then Myrna mentioned the business of the 
money she needed. She didn't say what she needed it for, but she said she 
needed it bad. That's when the kid upped and offered her an extra fifty. He 
shrugged it off, saying that his folks were wealthy, and she had shown him a 
terrific time. 

She jumped for joy, then hugged and kissed him. She had it now. The entire 
two hundred and fifty dollars. She was saved. 

Before long, the young guy said he had to leave, and Myrna showed him to the 
door. Then she hurriedly showered and got ready for the visit she knew she 
was going to get from Hank. Sure enough, a few hours later he showed up. The 
money was safe and sound in a bureau drawer. 

She let him in ... along with the huge thug of a guy who accompanied him. 
Then she closed the door behind them. 

"This is Killer," Hank Hale announced, jerking a thumb in the direction of 
the goon. "He likes to see girls bleed. He's crazy. Where's my money?" 

Myrna felt a strange twinge in her body. She looked from the husky Hank to 
his weird friend. The big guy was silent, just looking up and down her 
vuluptuous body and drooling. She looked back at Hank and started to speak. 

Then her mind began to do tricks. She imagined him and the goon hitting her, 
stripping her body, fucking her and shoving their cocks in her mouth. She 
imagined them doing all kinds of unspeakable things. A passionate heat began 
to rise in her body as she stepped over to the bureau. 

She got to it, then turned and leaned against it, feeling a strange smile 
spread across her face. Hank came closer, the other guy right behind him. 
"Have you got it?" Hank asked. 

Myrna took a deep breath, gulped a couple of times and then spoke. "Shit 
no," she said. "Do whatever you want, you fuckin' goons." And then they were 
on her. 


THE END
