“Look,” Krissy began desperately. “I’ll do whatever you want, sir. I’ll do it right here, if you want. You want my pussy? My mouth? My ass? They’re yours. Just…please let me go when you’re done with me.” Once the words were out, she realized how utterly lame they sounded. But she had to try, didn’t she? And what else could she do?
All he did was laugh, as uproariously as if he’d just heard the best joke in his life.
“Oh, my,” he chuckled as he brought himself back under control. “Do you know how many times I’ve heard that same offer? What makes you silly bitches think I can be bribed with something I already possess? I already own your ass, little girl…and all these other fine parts.” His hand came up to squeeze her breast, painfully this time. “You have nothing to bargain with, Krissy. Nothing at all. And soon, not now but soon, you’ll be begging me to use your pussy, or your mouth, or your ass, instead of trying to bargain with them. Now keep that sweet mouth shut unless and until I ask you a question or want to put something in it. Understand?”
Krissy could only stare into his feral dark eyes in horror until he shook her roughly.
“Understand?” he growled. She opened her mouth to answer ‘yes, sir’, quickly shut it again and simply nodded.
“Good,” he said, and then he put her face down across his lap. She felt one hand on the back of her neck, then the other sliding slowly up and down the backs of her thighs. She couldn’t help flinching and whimpering as he began squeezing her ass.
“You’re in very good shape,” he said as he handled her. “Nice, soft skin, great muscle tone.” He slapped her ass, not too hard, but she jerked and grunted and tried to cover herself with her hands.
“No, you bitch,” he growled. “You’ll fucking take what’s given to you.” His hand came away from her neck and grabbed her taped wrists, raising her arms away from her body until she shrieked at the pain. His other hand came down on her ass hard, making her shriek again. When he didn’t strike her again for a moment she hoped that that would be the end of it, but then his hand came down even harder…and harder…and harder…and harder. She writhed and struggled, screaming as the punishment went on and on. Once she almost wriggled off of his lap, but that only seemed to infuriate him and the remorseless spanking got worse. When he finally stopped she could hear him breathing heavily. Her screams had subsided to sobs and moans of pain. Her ass felt as if it was on fire, her neck and shoulders throbbed.
“Do you understand now?” he asked, his voice mild. His hand gently caressed her poor, abused rear, making her twitch and whine, because now even that soft touch hurt her. “You cannot bargain with me. You have nothing to bargain with, not your lovely body, because it is already mine, and not even your obedience, because I will have that sooner or later in any case, when you beg me to accept it as a gift.” He fell silent for a little while as he continued caressing her. The way he did it reminded Krissy of someone stroking a pet.
“You’re a lovely young woman,” he said, finally breaking the silence. “Now, tell me. How old are you? Be truthful, now.”
“Twenty-three, sir,” she replied. Truthfully. She was certain that if she lied, somehow he would just know.
“And is this your natural hair color?”
Krissy felt him gripping her hair, apparently checking her roots. “Yes, sir,” she whimpered.
“So, you really are a blonde,” he said. “That’s quite good. So many young women dye their hair these days.” He let go of her hair and began stroking her ribs. “Are you proud of your lovely tits?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” Krissy almost choked on the answer.
“As well you should be,” he chuckled. His hand slid under her to squeeze her breast. “And are you proud of your sweet, tight, round ass?”
“Yes, sir.” This time she couldn’t help sobbing.
“You should be,” he said. His hand moved down along the backs of her thighs, gently but firmly squeezing all the way, and then her calves came in for the same slow, careful, demeaning examination.
“You should be proud of these lovely legs of yours as well,” he observed. “Tits are something that you’re born with or not, but to keep your ass and legs in such wonderful shape must take a lot of maintenance. How do you do it?”
“I…” Krissy gulped back a sob and began again. “I walk a lot, sir, and there are some exercises that I do.”
“I suppose that you don’t own a car, do you?”
“No, sir.”
“No. You lived in the city, and public transportation was available, so a car was just an unnecessary expense. I suppose that you lived quite simply?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So you were very frugal and saved your money. I don’t imagine you put it all in a bank, did you?”
She did not want to answer that question, but she was too fearful not to.
“No, sir.”
“I’ll send someone to search your apartment, of course, but I’m sure that your hard-earned hoard isn’t there, is it?”
“No, sir.”
“Someday I will ask you, and you will tell me where it is, but not today. There’s no hurry. It would be nice to have, but I don’t need it at the moment, and you no longer need it at all. I suppose your shoulders and back are still causing you some discomfort, aren’t they?”
Krissy groaned. “Yes, sir, very much.” She desperately wanted to ask, beg, plead for relief, but believed that if she did he would only leave her as she was for longer than he’d originally intended, however long that was.
“I suppose that you’re wondering where I’m taking you.”
“Yes, sir,” Krissy responded.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he said, patting her ass gently, but not gently enough to keep her from twitching and whimpering.
“We’re going to do something to pass the time until we arrive at our destination,” he said.
“Sir?” Krissy didn’t like the sound of that at all.
“Yes. Now get down on your knees on the floor.” He helped her move. If he hadn’t, she knew she would have landed on her face. The duct tape bindings were so constricting that she couldn’t feel her hands at all now, and her toes were tingling ominously. Her helplessness didn’t seem to impress him at all. Once he had her on her knees, he half-turned on his seat so that they were facing each other.
“I want you to suck on something,” he said. If he hadn’t been holding her by her aching shoulders, Krissy would have tried to pull away from him out of reflex. All she could do was look down and away from him, dreading what she knew would come next. He took one hand off of her, but instead of using it to unzip his pants, he made a fist with his thumb sticking up.
“Here,” he said, brushing his thumb against her lips. “I imagine you’re out of practice, so we’ll start you out with something manageable. Suck on my thumb, and do it slowly, as if you were making love to it.”
“Sir?” Krissy looked up at him, unable to believe what he was saying. He moved so quickly that she never saw the slap coming. It snapped her head around, made her ears ring and blurred her vision for a moment. Once she recovered her wits, she looked up at him again, wide-eyed and fearful.
“Here,” he smiled at her warmly, pressing his thumb against her lips. “Suck on it, lick it, kiss it.” His smile faded and his expression turned grim. “Do a good job. Make me believe that you love it.”
Krissy’s mouth worked, but she couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t earn her another slap. She looked away from him and at his thumb. Then she kissed it, lightly and hesitantly.
“Keep going,” he said.
Krissy kissed his thumb again, then licked it. Could this be all he really wanted, at least for the moment? She licked his thumb a couple of more times, working up the nerve to take it into her mouth. He seemed to grow impatient with her, and finally thrust it between her lips, deep into her mouth. She felt the grip of his other hand tighten on her shoulder, and began sucking, slowly at first. She couldn’t look up at him, and she wouldn’t have even if she could. He was probably enjoying this, watching her debase herself. She whimpered again at the thought, but kept sucking.
She hadn’t given a man head for years, and while there were delightful things to suck on a woman’s body, none were anywhere near as large as a cock, or even as large as his thumb. And even if sucking cock was like riding a bicycle, she had no experience at all with sucking a man’s thumb. He let her fumble her way along for a while, not saying anything or giving her any indications at all as to how much he liked what she was doing, what he was making her do. And then he pulled his thumb out of her mouth and made her look up at him.