by Paul Blades
The voice droned on. Carly barely heard it. Her body was shivering. She bit down on the offensive ball in her mouth. “He’s going to kill me! He’s going to kill me!”
Jack was too surprised to see the newscast to turn it off before the girl heard it. Well, the damage was done. Maybe it would make her more obedient, not that she wasn’t obedient now. She would know that her very life was in danger, as it was. But that couldn’t be helped now. It was three more days to the Mexican border. There was a Rogues chapter in Alamogordo, nearby. That’s where he had decided he would go. They did a lot of smuggling of dope and weapons and women back and forth across the border. They would be able to get him into Mexico. Once there, he could hook up with some people and do some earning by running marijuana and illegals across the border and whatever else came his way. They might even let him just lay low for a little while, boning up on his tan and fucking little senoritas.
They had gone about 200 miles last night. That’s about all you could do when you traveled at night and had to obey the speed limit. That meant they had another 1,000 to go. That is, if they both went all the way. He would have to see whether she became more of a risk than she was worth. So far, at least from the report, they had not connected her disappearance with him, although that was just a matter of time. With her yellow dress and all, she would be easy to spot, as would her car. Maroon was not an everyday color.
He flicked on a movie. It was one of those action films with that guy whose name he could never remember. He had seen it once in the joint. There were a lot of car crashes and shootouts and a couple of nice looking babes who wore hardly any clothes. He looked at the clock. It was 10 to 3. At 5, they would need to get ready to go. He wanted to run a couple of errands before they hit the road. So he had time to watch the movie and enjoy stroking the now hairless pussy of his slave.
He smoked cigarettes, drank the soda, ate nachos and worried the pussy and tits of his captive. It didn’t take long for her pussy to dilate and open, and he was able to thrust two fingers in there deeply, stroking them back and forth and making her moan. He played with her tits with the other hand, when he wasn’t snacking, pulling and twisting her nipples, squeezing her breasts. He ran his hand over her smooth ass and down and up her thighs. She raised her head a couple times, once, when he was tickling her clit. He told her to keep it down. It was no business of hers what was going on or how he used her. Finally, to get her to stop, he grabbed her clit between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a mighty twist. She howled and her body shook until he let go. She didn’t raise her head after that.
The movie ended, like they all did, with the bad guys dead or arrested and the good guys glorified. He hadn’t ever met a good guy all his life. The cops back in Wausau were so corrupt they might as well have joined his gang. At least a fifth of their income went to payoffs. Funny though, when the shit hit the fan they all went underground. When they learned that Skeeter had flipped, he called every one of them they had given a nickel to over the years to try and find out where the A.G.’s office was keeping him so they could kill him. Not a peep.
The girl was squirming on his lap, her belly rubbing his cock. His hand was wet with her moisture. As usual, her pussy spread like an unfolding flower whenever it got some attention. And now it was hairless and smooth and it was mesmerizing just to stroke it and feel the soft skin. Her breasts were hard and full with blood. Her teats were stiff as bullets. He felt sorry for this girl’s boyfriend. After this, he was going to have a hard time keeping her satisfied. And he would probably have to tie her up and slap her around before she got off. But, then he remembered, she probably wouldn’t see the guy again. Too bad. She was a nice piece of ass.
His cock needed attention. He pushed her off of his lap until she was between his knees. He spread his legs wide. Then he pulled her hair until she was on her knees and made her move back a little bit. When she was positioned just right, he pried the ball out of her mouth. Her face was flush with her arousal. He kept hold of her hair.
“Now I’ve had some pretty good blow jobs since I’ve been in stir,” he told her. “I don’t expect you to compete with those. But if you don’t give me your best, you’re going to suffer. I’ll control your head. You just keep sucking and licking. And not too rough either. You touch me with your teeth and I’ll pull them out one by one so we don’t have that problem anymore, got it?”
The girl’s face frowned. She nodded unhappily. He reached down and took hold of her breasts, one by one, and gave them each a mighty squeeze that made the girl cringe and moan, just so she could have a good idea what would happen if she didn’t please him.
He pushed her head down by his loins. He was holding his rigid cock with his other hand. She opened her mouth and he guided it in. When it was past her lips, he pushed her head down so that it was all the way in, to the back of her mouth. She choked and gagged. “Now start sucking,” he told her.
He leaned back on the pillows and began to draw the girl’s head up and down over his cock. He did it slowly, up and down, up and down. She started suckling it and lathering it with her tongue. Her mouth was on the small side and so her cheeks bulged when his cock was all the way in. She kept her lips tight around his shaft. She had obviously had experience. That was good. He hated teaching them.
When the man’s cock breeched her lips, Carly thought that she was going to vomit. He would probably kill her right there. She choked and gagged when he pushed her head all the way down on it, but that was only for a second or two and then he pulled it up again.
The sensation of having his meat in her mouth was sickening. She cried soundlessly while he pulled her head up and down. His cock was a vicious presence inside her. If having been fucked by him made her feel powerless and small, this was even worse. All her mind could think was, “Cock! Cock! Cock!” There wasn’t anything else in the world but his cock and her mouth. It was salty and tasted of his sweat and, at least in her mind, her own juices. She thought of it having been inside her pussy and now being in her mouth and the thought made her cringe.
She sucked Randy’s cock, sure. But that was different. When she did that, she was expressing her love for him and reveling in the pleasure he felt. She always remained in control and never let him place his hand on her head. What the man was doing to her was the epitome of what was bad about sucking cocks. It was impersonal and an expression of his power. He seemed mighty before, but he seemed even mightier now as his cock seemed to fill her whole being. It was huge, thick and long. When he brought her head up ever so slowly, it seemed to be miles and miles long. Her lips were in a big ‘O’ and it seemed that she had her lips around a mammoth tree.
Her pussy was still burning from his abuse of it while he was watching TV. It was even hotter now. Something about the way that he used her had triggered a deep recess in her soul. Maybe it was because he had driven all self respect out of her. In some twisted way, her mind had convinced itself that because of her fear and abject compliance to the man’s demands, she deserved to be treated this way. It was her punishment, justly deserved for her cowardice. Her body now yearned for abuse. Her pussy warmed at being the helpless recipient of his pleasure giving manipulations. It burned at the thought of obedience, of being used by him like the whore she had become.
While on the man’s lap, she had resisted as best she could, to no avail, the hands that were torturing her flesh with their hot, capable caresses. When he placed his fingers inside her in a mock performance of coitus, her legs had trembled. She had to jam her eyes shut and bite down on the ball in her mouth to avoid moaning with pleasure. She wanted to come so bad now, that if her hands had been freed, she would have put them on herself, made her pussy hotter and hotter until it exploded. She twisted and turned her hands in their bindings behind her back. If only she could get them free! She needed to come! She needed her reward for her abject submission to the man’s demands.
He kept her going a long time. He was in no rush. And her mouth was hot and energeti
c. He had to say that for her. She had really risen to the occasion. Every once in while, he would stop her, reach under her chest and maul and massage her breasts. She moaned and her body shuddered. Then he would start her off again. The vision of her down turned head, her bound wrists, the semi-globes of her ass, all were exquisitely exciting. He pulled her head back until his cock was almost out of her mouth and ordered her to suckle and lick the bulbous head. When she did it, he leaned his head back and issued a moan of his own. All those years he had yearned for the use of a woman’s body, to smell that feminine smell, to have her softness around him. Tonight, when they left, he might be met with a hail of bullets. If he was, it would have been worth it. It would have been a tragedy to die without experiencing this once again.
His need began to come upon him. He had been working his cock with her mouth for almost 20 minutes. His balls were tight and his whole body was electrified. He began to piston it faster and faster. He pushed it deeper and deeper into her throat. She began to gag and splutter. She was groaning and moaning in protest, but he ignored it. A tenseness came over him and he knew it was time. He pressed her head down as far as it would go. His cock exploded. He felt his fluids jetting out from deep within him. Sharp, powerful spasms convulsed him. She was whining and her head was struggling for freedom. “Just a second more! A second more!” his mind screamed. And then it was done. His body migrated into passivity. He pulled her head up and she choked and gasped for air. When she had taken in a lungful, he pushed her head down again so that his cock would be fully encased as it delivered to him little echoing spasms. When they subsided, he relaxed his grip.
Carly was huffing and puffing, trying to recapture her breath. Her heart was pounding. She realized that the presence of the man’s cock, his firm hand in her hair, the sensation of her mouth being used as a cunt had caused her to reach delirium. She chided herself for the horrible thoughts that had passed through her head. Somehow, the man’s treatment of her was driving her over the edge. She could still taste his cock in her mouth and the sensation of obscene fullness it had caused was still there, lingering, even though she had allowed it to slip out.
She was still bent over, his softening cock just inches from her lips. His hand was still in her hair.
“Who told you to let go of my cock!” the man demanded. Carly looked up at him. His eyes were boring a hole through her. His face was angry. “Put it back in your mouth until I say you can let it go,” he ordered.
Suppressing a sob, Carly leaned down, aided by the forceful hand in her hair, and spread her lips around the limp instrument. She took it into her mouth. She shuddered with revulsion. It lay upon her tongue like a dead animal. His jism was still leaking out of it. When he forced himself down her throat, his cum had spurted down it without her tasting it. Now the taste was alive inside her and she cringed.
He left her that way for a while. He lit a smoke and leaned back. He was totally relaxed. He was thinking of Mexico and little senoritas and cash flowing through his hands. He would take a trip to the Pacific and go swimming in it. He might take in a bullfight. He would build up his stash and then move to Costa Rica or someplace, get a little gig going. He was getting too old for this gangster stuff. The girl squirmed between his legs and whined. Her back was probably getting crinks in it. Too bad, he thought. He reached out and slapped her ass hard. “Keep still, cunt!” he told her loudly. “And keep quiet!”
Her warm mouth was a pleasant receptacle for his tired prick. Her tongue moved around now and again and her mouth contracted when she swallowed her saliva. It gave him a little twitch. He couldn’t decide whether to wait for it to get hard again and let her suck him off one more time. He looked at the clock. It was a quarter to 4. No, they better get going. It was time for their shower. He took a long, leisurely drag on his cigarette. What a lovely interlude he’d had with this little piece, he thought. He would be looking forward to another day of exercise and discipline lessons tomorrow. That is, if she lasted the night. The minute he heard a broadcast that he had kidnapped her, he would have to dump her. With her blond hair and sweet, young looks, she would be too easy to spot.
CHAPTER THREE
In the office of Police chief Martin Brown, Randy was pleading.
“I know that something’s happened to her!” he insisted. “She wouldn’t run off this way!”
“Now, Randy,” Brown returned, “we’ve got to take this one step at a time. There are a hundred explanations for Carly’s absence from work today. It’s only four o’clock. She might have decided at the last minute to take the day off.”
“But she would have called in! She would have said something to me! And she wouldn’t have taken today off! It was inventory day. She knew she was needed. She left my place last night because she had to be into work early!”
“Calm down, Randy. Sometimes things come up at the last minute. Maybe she got up this morning and said, ‘To hell with it! I need a day off!’”
“I am calm,” he said to the police chief tensely while he caught his breath. “If she was going to take the day off, she would’ve let me know. I’m sure of it.”
“Randy, I’ve got my hands full with this escape thing. All my officers are out on patrol looking for the guy. The Attorney General is sure he’s still in the area. I’ve got frantic homeowners calling at the least noise in the woods. The Superintendent of Schools wanted me to provide police escorts for the kids on their way home today. The Mayor’s on my ass about all the overtime. I’m sorry, I can’t spare any of my officers to go off on a wild goose chase. And I can’t accept a missing person’s report until she’s been missing 48 hours.”
“That’s bullshit!” Randy spat back. “And you know it!”
“Listen,” Chief Brown replied tersely, “I’ve known you and Carly most of your lives. You both grew up around here. I know her Mom and I know your folks too. If I thought that something bad happened to Carly, I’d be the first one to shout it out. But I don’t. You know that she has a little bit of a wild side. Maybe something you said to her last night set her off. Maybe, and I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but maybe she’s got another boyfriend. It happens, you know.”
“That’s not true! You know it’s not true. I would know!”
“The boyfriend is always the last to know, Randy. It’s sad but true.”
Randy sat back in his chair, defeated. She couldn’t have another boyfriend, he thought unhappily. “She told me last night that she loved me.”
Randy’s cell phone rang. He was going to ignore it, but he thought it might be Carly. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it. It was Carly! Her phone number came up! He punched the receive button.
“Carly!” he said excitedly. “Where have you been?”
A man’s voice came on. “Hi, is this Randy?”
Randy looked at the phone. Who was this?
“Yes, it’s Randy. Who are you?”
“My name’s Bob. I found this telephone by the side of the road while I was out jogging this morning, about ten miles up from Frawley’s Gas Station. It’s the first chance I had to call. You’re the first speed dial number. Whoever Carly is, I think she lost her phone.”
“Thank you! Thank you! Can you bring the phone down to the police station? Right away? And don’t handle it too much. We might need to dust it for fingerprints.”
“Yeah, okay. I can be there in about ten minutes.”
Bob rang off. Randy told the chief what had happened. His eyes grew large. He picked up his desk phone and buzzed his secretary. “Get me the Attorney General’s task force on the Blackjack Jackson escape! Carly Walker’s been kidnapped! And get me the FBI!”
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They were in the shower. The just beyond hot water was flowing down on them He had freed her hands so that he could wash under her arms and every place else. The water made her skin all shiny and slick. He had lathered up a bar of soap in his hands and was washing her breasts and belly. It was like h
aving his own little Barbie doll. She was standing with her back to the shower spigot. Her hair was all wet and sticking to her scalp. He blue eyes were clear and limpid, with just a little red ring around them from her incessant crying. He had decided that he had enough of that. He had told her so.
She was a head shorter then him. Like a toy. He reached down and washed her belly and then lower lips. He took his time on her mons, making sure that he soaped her up good between the folds of her sex. She had some feminine spray in her purse and he made a note to make her use it before they left. He didn’t want to smell a dirty pussy all night.
The girl was giving out little whimpers as he cleaned her. It was sexy as hell. His cock was getting hard again and he tried to think out mentally whether they had time for another round before he went out. He had to get some new clothes. The prison duds were like a big neon sign that said, “Escaped prisoner! Escaped prisoner!” And he needed to get her a new dress. That yellow thing was just too conspicuous. And he needed to stock up on food and such. He would leave her here, properly secured, while he did the shopping. Why risk having her blurt out a cry of help to someone? He would have to kill her on the spot and he very much wanted to spend at least one more day with her. She was a real prize. In the old days, when he ran the club, he might have even kept her around for a while. She certainly had good trade value too. If he got her all the way to Alamogordo, well, he would need something to trade for a ticket to Mexico. Although he was sure the dudes in the local chapter would help him out anyway, it didn’t hurt to be able to give a little quid pro quo. He didn’t want to be beholding to anyone if he could help it.
He washed her face and then made her turn around. He did her back and then her ass. He made sure he got between the pert little half moons. She flinched when he did her bung hole. It made him laugh.
