I fetched the big rubbery cock from my bag and began to worm it between her legs. Her whining was cute, as was how she shuddered and squirmed as I fed the monstrous thing deeper…
Damn, damn, and damn again. Eyes wide, I stared at that black veiny monster as it vanished into her, only to reappear on the outward stroke all shiny and sticky.
I was never letting her go. I could be good on the surface, enough to make her think I had lost my badness.
She would beg me to keep her before I was done.
As if to underline the shrewdness of my strategy, a trucker went past then stayed level with us as I fucked that thing in and out of her cunt, in small increments. When I bent and sneaked a look out the window, he was there, looking down at her, his elbow on the window. He gave me a thumbs up and a grin.
Her tits were still bare, and I caressed them when my hand was free of dildo, getting her nipples harder, lightly smacking and squeezing them. Leaving the black dong stuck in her with the weight of her breast in my hand, and knowing she had an audience – I could’ve jacked off in seconds, same as that truck passenger was likely doing.
A pity I couldn’t let her come.
“Dirty girl, Red.” I admonished. “The seat is getting fucking wet, but you are entertaining that trucker.”
With teeth gritted, she roused enough from what I was doing to mutter a few more swear words. I shoved the dildo in full depth and shushed her squeaking cry, then slid my finger across the length of her mouth.
The car swerved and zigged a little. I glanced through the windshield to check our direction. Her hands were gripping the wheel as if glued there, but her aim was good.
“Keep watching the road. You can do it. I know you can.” I turned back to her. “Lick me. Suck me. Let me see your tongue sliding over my finger as you do it.”
CHAPTER 8
ISAK
The rest stop was about where I’d predicted it would be. Several minutes before we pulled into it, I’d ceased to tease her. A tarred road led into a sheltered crescent off the main highway. The rest stop had the minimum facilities – toilets, a BBQ area that was little more than a fireplace, and seating under the trees.
The ground was hard-packed and mostly bare earth with scatterings of dry leaves and tufts of pale green grass. The gum trees were giants. Some had cracked apart or lost limbs. They bore the scars of hard living.
So did Red. I smiled as I exited. She was somewhat disheveled.
She waited inside, adjusting her clothing and watching me as I rounded the front of the car. I yanked open the door.
“Out.” I looked about as she slid from the high seat to the ground then fiddled with the straps of the dress. “If your panties are too difficult to get into place, you can always remove them.”
Before she answered, I spotted someone at a picnic table in the deeper shade of the trees.
“We aren’t alone.” I left the car unlocked – it wasn’t as if we were about to be rushed by thieves. Besides, this person was a female. I’d sensed that even before I found her with my eyes. Young, fertile, and pretty… and a collectable as most women were for me. I could take her.
I halted and let Red catch up to me.
Well now. A catch. Early twenties?
Her hair was as glossy as Red’s, though this girl had straight black not red hair. Her jeans clung to a great ass, and her white T-shirt was pertly upheld by a pair of gorgeous tits.
“No,” Red breathed next to me. “You said you wanted to be more human. Rule something or other was about doing good deeds and being kind.”
Except I was only pretending to be good.
“I gather that means you don’t want me to make her bend over and eat your pussy while I fuck her?”
I released a tendril of power, coaxing her arousal higher, stirring Red.
Red’s eyes half-closed, and she let out a shuddering breath.
“Yes or no?” I took her hand and brought it to my mouth, kissed it while she watched me with that pained, on-the-verge-of-orgasming expression.
“You promised.”
“Not to force you to come? I didn’t mean always. It is at my discretion.”
“No. Not that. Her. You can’t. Just no.” The last words were said softly. “Please? Leave her alone.”
I kissed her knuckles again, sucked on a finger then let it pop from my mouth. “I will. I just wished to torment you.”
“Jesus. You bastard.”
“Cursing is bad. It must be on that list? That means punishment.”
“Fuck. You,” she said distinctly. “So I get to spank you, if you swear?”
Sometimes she surprised me with her bluntness.
I hooked my forefinger into the neckline of her dress and dragged it down with the weight of my hand to expose cleavage. Her light-green eyes tantalized, as they always did. She stood unflinching against my challenge.
“No.”
I released her dress and beckoned, went further beneath the trees. With the leaves crushed underfoot, the scent of eucalyptus was strong. The girl rose from the seat as we approached, and her long hair swung. She kept her hand on the table as if to take reassurance from it. A bruise stood out on her cheek, another on her arm… and a dog trotted out from under some shrubs.
I recalled the breed. This was an Australian red cattle dog – with a mottled red and off-white coat and a solid wedge of a head. He was knee-high, skinny, and limping. The girl was not limping and looked supremely healthy.
Imagining getting her to strip and bare those tits made my mouth water. My cadre of selected bacchanalia-loving men and women would’ve happily played with her, covered her in come, and filled her with it. South America had possessed advantages.
It would be such a shame to leave her untouched.
Her blue backpack lay on the picnic table, and I drummed my fingers on my thigh.
Yes or no?
The equivalent of a mental shiver ran through me. That combination of power, sex, and killing had a raw, seductive taste I could never forget.
“Would you two…” Her gaze flicked from me to Red, and I registered a relief that this was not just a lone male. “Umm, I need a lift to town? I’m Tammy?” This was said as if she wasn’t sure she should tell us. “My boyfriend dumped me here. Could I? It’s getting dark and scary, to tell the truth.” She shrugged, reached out for her backpack, and toyed with the strap.
Once upon a time I’d have taken her to shock Red, and because I wanted to.
Fairytales didn’t always have happy endings.
I extended my mind toward the road and studied the approaching traffic. A car peeled away and drove toward us. “We aren’t going anywhere for a while, but my gut says you might get a lift with this lady.”
“Lady?” Unsure, she stared past me.
The car stopped moving and a door opened and shut.
“Wow. How did you know? I’ll ask.”
As she walked away, her rear end waggled from side to side inside that stone-washed denim.
I listened to the conversation, watched her get in and the car drive off. She even waved to us.
A perfect victim, and she was leaving. If she had vanished, I wouldn’t have needed to alter anything. The boyfriend would get the blame.
“This was me being good. I did not touch her. Just for you.”
Red sighed. “Thank the lord, or whoever. Really though – thank you.” She made eye contact, and I nodded.
Little did she know how close I had come to being bad. Being good was not easy.
“Of course, being good is a choice. It always is for any of us. We all see temptations. Daily ones, sometimes. Good people choose to do the right thing.”
Her smile said she was proud of me, which felt like an insult.
“I chose. Just not for the reason you think.” I had to get that in there.
“Hmmm. I’m not sure the reason matters as much as the result.” She actually sounded happy.
Maybe I should just accept her congratula
tions?
My lips twisted. With difficulty I suppressed the need to shut down her smug happiness.
I took hold of her upper arm as the car bearing the cute girl drove off. “It’s late. I doubt anyone will disturb us. Now, where was I? Punishment then fucking your brains out?”
I turned to the picnic tables, hauling her with me, and noticed the dog with one of its forepaws held off the ground as if it were sore.
“She forgot her dog?”
“I guess it’s not hers?” Red observed.
“Ah.” So what did a man do with a dog in the middle of nowhere that seemed lost?
It limped closer.
“Don’t speak another word,” I told Red, making it a command.
Was that in the agreement? I didn’t care.
“Let’s get this one taken care of then I will look at that,” I said to the dog.
I towed Red to the table that was set in the deepest shadows. I removed my belt and shirt, as well as her panties, then considered undressing her. I decided I preferred the implied rape scenario of her being fully dressed. I had her kneel on the seat – knowing full well it would hurt her knees after a while.
That itch to hurt was trawling my mind presently, pacing back and forth.
Resistance is futile.
The road was past several sight-line obstructions – small trees, BBQ, and that other table. Most likely we were hard to see.
I tied her hands at her back with the belt, her ankles to the metal seat slats with shirt and a cord I fetched from the car, then I rearranged her dress and gathered it to her waist, the top of it I rolled down. Mostly naked but not quite. Lastly, I tore away her panties and gagged her.
“Now you can speak.”
She sideways glared at me.
I shook my head at how perfect this was, how alluring, with her cunt and ass on display, and her so helpless. The blush and swelling of her cunt and the glistening along her slit, were from the earlier torture I’d put her through.
I stroked two fingers from the top of her ass crack, trailing them down between her legs to where I stopped beside her entrance, fingers split and pressing on her.
“What do you want, Red?” She wriggled, moaning through the gag when I circled her cunt, over and over. “Want to be fucked, or should I stripe this ass first?” This time her sideways look was desperate rather than irate.
I took a few steps away from her.
I wasn’t sure who I was torturing more by leaving her tied down, exposed, and turned on.
Why, when I had fucked her a million times was this so excruciating? I tsked at my own contrariness.
To make more certain that this theatre of mine would not be interrupted, I fetched the ute and left it parked where it should block us from the traffic.
Then I went to the dog that rested in the shade, the darker hair above his eyes twitching as I approached. Did dogs have eyebrows? He sat up on his haunches.
“Okay, dog. Let’s look at that paw. She will keep.”
I ignored Red and let the dog sniff my hand – wouldn’t do to get bitten. He licked me, once. “Good boy.” Slowly I went to one knee beside the animal. “Got a name?”
His collar was bare of any ID, but surely most pets would be microchipped?
“Let’s call you Banjo for the moment,” I murmured as I put my hand out for his paw.
As I’d hoped, he whined but let me examine it. One soft but hefty paw was in my hand. The feel of this, of an animal trusting me, echoed in a good way. I smiled then patted his ear. I hadn’t had a pet in years.
Angling my head let me see the likely culprit. The pad was worn away and bleeding in one spot.
“So. Okay. Maybe rest will fix it? We’ll get you to a vet, later?”
He panted at me.
“I’ll take that for a yes.”
The next town, Borgeman, might have a vet. It had seemed big-ish on the googling I did.
I fetched an old coffee cup from the ute, rinsed it and filled it with water then let Banjo drink. After he was satisfied, I washed my hands and returned to Red, my one remaining and bestest-ever victim.
An idea surfaced, and I swerved to prowl the edge of the trees, where I picked up a sapling branch of just the right whippiness. Supple, thick enough, and once stripped of small branches, it made a great switch. I tried it out as I approached her, still tied to the seat with her ankles slightly apart.
“If you’re bored, I plan to wake you up, darling sweetness.”
She turned her head to me. A frown sprang onto her brow, though she shut her eyes as I pushed a finger fully into her pussy. I pumped it slowly in and out. “Nine?”
At first Red made indignant noises then she melted closer to the table, grunting and with her ass shifting, each time I penetrated her.
“Nine then.” I extracted the digit, noting the stickiness decorating it, and raised my switch hand, giving it a twitch to see how it flexed.
It would do. It would make pretty stripes and crisscrosses.
The swish and smack of the first hit, then her yelp, those sang to me as the red bloomed in a line on her ass cheek.
Red on Red. Pretty enough to take pictures of. So I did. Between strikes, I snapped out a few photos then left handprints on her butt, both sides, and took another pic before I placed the cellphone on the table.
I sat up on the table then lay down beside her to kiss her on her gagged mouth. “You didn’t smile enough for those.”
She seemed more intent on staring at me, so I figured my words had gone whoosh overhead. For a second or three, the switching had left her in limbo.
I kissed her again, then stroked away the new crease between her eyes, played with the gag where it squashed her lips. When her tongue poked at the gag, I touched it.
Then I said quietly, “Maybe one more.”
The flicker of her eyelashes when I said that… The way she followed me with her gaze as I climbed off the table, that grabbed at me and sank in hooks. She wanted this, and yet she hated me, or most of me.
A dilemma for her and me. I did not wish to see her go.
Keeping her was easy. Making her want me to keep her, that was different and new.
CHAPTER 9
RED
“Ten.”
The last strike made me jerk, my muscles clenching.
“Look how wet that made you, my pretty little thing.” Isak spoke in a low, rumbling tone from behind and to my left where I couldn’t quite see him. Smug man. That he liked hurting me was not news.
That I liked it too was irksome and problematic.
He pushed his finger along my entrance and left it there a moment, sliding it, pushing on me but not quite inside, teasing. “I could fucking swim in this cunt.”
I stayed quiet, mortified in a way, making myself not react, even as my pussy spasmed inward and my psychotic libido begged me to hump that finger.
I yearned to be done with him, wanted entire oceans and continents between us. On the other hand, life was going to be pale and lifeless minus Isak.
It would also lack blood, pain, and murder.
The throb of those strikes still radiated outward, morphing and lingering in that pleasing sexual way.
He didn’t need to say my pussy was wetter than before he had whipped my butt. I knew. There was a squish at the crease of my thighs when I shifted from side to side.
I clasped my bound hands together and huffed into the metal slats, prayed he would do nothing more sadistic because I really, really needed dick right now. My clit was pebble-like, a hot and aching nub. Subtly, I ground at the table.
Fuck him for making me want.
The unzip of his pants and removal of them was obvious, as was the sound of him stepping in. The switch he’d used landed to the right on the tabletop, a wicked thing with those tiny bumps where twiglets had once been. I’d had worse. I was so aroused, all I could do was wonder what he intended next.
Fucking me, surely? Please.
I felt his palm move over
my stinging ass. Not fucking. Not quite yet.
I whined in frustration as he kissed me there, with his tongue leaving warm, wet trails and his hands leaving tingles of desire. A few times his fingers slipped near either pussy or asshole, and I sucked in a breath, anticipating the invasion.
But no. Still not yet.
He bit me, sharply, enough to make me jump at the pain.
His teeth hung on before releasing the flesh, and I felt the shift of his body over me, the press of him on my back and tied hands. He licked my fingers, nibbled them, which made me swear through the panties where they stretched across my mouth. The cloth of those was already disgustingly wet and unpleasant against my tongue.
I gargled my annoyance at him, but he only laughed, then finally, finally, I felt the push of his cock, as he introduced it to my entrance. By the smallest of increments he fucked me.
I gargle-swore some more, possibly wept my frustration.
He would know, being a mesmer. He’d know how desperate I was for this. How needy.
He thrust in.
He shoved and parted my flesh like the spear of a god. It was mind-blinding, a sea washing in and drowning me. Sound and sight resolved down to being nothing more than this, us, seeking each other, him taking me. Impaled.
The possession of a man never failed to fuck with both mind and body. I heard the incoherence of my noises, all my gasps and squeals, and couldn’t stop myself, and did not want to.
The stretch and the rhythmic ram and withdrawal. The grunt of him at the bigger thrusts.
He stopped, breath against my ear, my neck. His bites and kisses. The hand shoved into my hair. The digging fingers at my ass and hips while he waited, fully deep, appreciating his act and my submission to it. I twisted my hands, thrilled at the bondage, at my helplessness.
He was not silent as he was before, at other times, in other years.
These were words I never thought to hear from Isak.
“Beautiful. So beautiful.” Followed by a groan and the run of fingers down my spine.
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