The experience of handling Denise’s naked flesh once more aroused the Turk. When her had her lying on her back, he ran his hands along her well toned thighs. Her bush was fair, like her hair, and sparse. It was soft to his touch. Denise’s breasts lay flat against her torso, but her nipples were peaked, hard with fear. He squeezed them, pulling them up from Denise’s body, stretching her breasts. He knew that he should hurry, should not tempt fate. He had been lucky so far, and in his business those who depended on luck were soon out of business. But he wanted to take her one more time.
He dragged her over to a broad backed easy chair in the living room and, as he sat down, pulled her to her knees. He loosened the knot around her neck and pulled the pillowcase from her head. Her hair was matted with sweat, her face flushed. Her eyes overflowed with apprehension. Grabbing a fistful of hair behind Denise’s head, he held her face close to his. He looked her in the eyes. “You have a choice, cunt,” he growled at her. “You can take ten lashes with the wire hanger after which I will fuck you in the ass, or you can suck my dick. Which will it be?”
Denise recoiled at the idea of being struck again with the steel wire of the hanger. And her delicate rear opening still burned from its forceful invasion of a few hours ago. She knew what her choice would be. And so did the Turk.
Her eyes brimming with tears, Denise nodded her head. She hoped that this elementary communication would be understood. She realized that it had when the Turk unzipped his pants and pulled his already firm manhood free. The Turk spread his knees wide and pulled Denise between them.
“I’m going to take off the tape. If you make a single sound I will hurt you. Understand?”
Denise nodded frantically. She understood now what the Turk meant when he said he would hurt her.
Turk ripped the tape from Denise’s mouth in one sudden, rapid pull. Denise’s suppressed a cry of pain as the tape removed a thin layer of skin from her lips and from around her mouth. She looked up forlornly at the engorged cock before her face. She had never indulged anyone with this pleasure. She had been asked by her teenage and college lovers, but she had always refused. She listened with disgust as her girlfriends described their oral adventures. The idea of swallowing sperm was mortifying to her. But she would do almost anything to avoid being beaten again.
Timidly, Denise edged herself closer to the angry red instrument. She reluctantly spread her lips and encircled the knob at its tip. Turk’s hand was still in her hair and, to her dismay, she felt him pushing her head forwards, sinking the meaty cock deep into her mouth.
“Close your mouth and suck on my prick, cunt,” the Turk instructed her. Fearfully, Denise complied, pressing her lips hard against the skin of Turk’s manhood, drawing it in, stroking it with her tongue.
“That’s it,” the Turk told her. “That’s it, suck it. Move your tongue around it and suck it!” The warmth of Denise’s mouth and the softness of her lips and tongue sent charges of pleasure along his cock. Slowly, he drew her head back and forth as she worked her lips and tongue dutifully. He looked down and saw her tied hands writhing with frustration at his forced invasion of her mouth. Her back was arched and the delicate rounded globes of her ass jutted upwards. Her legs were still tied together and the soles of her feet lay face up, her toes curled and knotted. Seeing the bound and helpless body of his victim as she pleasured his steel hard rod caused his loins to surge with passion. Leaning back in the chair, his eyes shut, he took his time, slowly guiding Denise’s head up and down his cock, letting the pleasure wash over him.
After what seemed like an eternity, Denise felt the Turk’s muscles begin to stiffen and heard him moan. He was now thrusting his hips in time with his hand, fucking her face. Denise’s whines died in her throat as her mouth was filled with the now throbbing cock. Denise tasted the salty, semi-sweet precum as it leaked onto her tongue moments before her mouth was flooded with the Turk’s hot sperm. She had no choice but to swallow it as the Turk jammed his cock deep into her mouth. He moaned loudly as jet after jet of cum spurted from his pulsing meat. Fruitlessly, Denise tried to pull her head back, to free her mouth of the insulting organ within it. The Turk just stiffened his grip on her hair.
As his cock’s convulsions faded, the Turk sighed, his muscles relaxed. He was sated. To him it had been Cheryl’s mouth eagerly succoring his manhood. He held Denise’s head to his loins as he reveled in the memory of Cheryl’s flesh. Denise’s squeals for air brought him out of his fantasy. He lifted her head from his cock and looked her in the face.
“You did a good job, cunt. But you’ll get better.”
Denise cringed at the implications of the Turk’s words. The taste of his cum was still in her mouth, her jaws ached, her knees were cramped and raw. She was overwhelmed by the prospect of becoming this man’s sexual slave. Forgetting the Turk’s threats, she began to utter a plea for mercy. But the sounds of her plea had barely escaped her lips when the Turk grabbed her cheeks with his powerful right hand and squeezed them tight. “No talking, cunt,” he hissed at her. “Cunts don’t talk, they fuck. Got it! Your mouth is for fucking, not talking!”
Denise meekly nodded her head, terrified at the thought of retribution. But the Turk merely rose from the chair and dragged her across the room. He had availed himself of his supply of bondage equipment from his van and he quickly and efficiently stuffed a large, thick ball of rubberized foam into Denise’s mouth. He stretched the elastic belt attached to it over her head and she was forcibly silenced once again.