"Shut up and move," he said, shoving her roughly between the shoulders.
The cold handcuffs felt strange against her hot flesh as Linda stumbled through the opened doorway into her bedroom. She glanced at the alarm clock resting to one side of the queen-sized bed. It was three o'clock. Janice would be coming home in several hours. No, she couldn't bring that subject up to Max. He'd mentioned her niece several times and said it might be fun if they could make it a three-way some night. No, she couldn't let her young ward fall into the same pit she had. Linda couldn't let Max get his filthy hands on her niece.
"Please, Max, don't do this. I swear I don't know what I've done to…"
"You got a fuckin' noisy mouth. Baby, I don't know what the fuck I ever seen in you back at the bar 'cept a damned good body and a hot cunt," he said, his thick lips curling up into a curling up in a sick looking smile.
Linda shivered with revulsion. What had she seen in him? He certainly wasn't particularly handsome. But there was an aura about him, a feeling of brutal masculinity that appealed to her. She'd gone out slumming that night just for fun with several of her daring friends and had found Max, found him the way someone finds a pet. In the beginning Linda thought she could tame him, keep him for her peculiar needs then discard him. But soon the woman discovered discarding Max wasn't all that easy.
The unhappy woman was tugging at the steel bands on her wrists. Panic gripped her by the throat, choking off her breathing. She was trapped, helpless in these handcuffs. What was he planning to do to her? The possibilities terrified her.
"Max, don't do this. Please, I'll pay you anything. I swear I'll pay you money. You say you need it. I'll…"
"Jesus Fuckin' Christ, stop that damn yammerin'," he shouted impatiently, pulling a length of rope from his pocket.
Linda's eyes widened as she saw him stretch out the rope, loop the end and slide it over her head. She started screaming, moving backward, trying to turn around and kick him in the balls.
Max kicked her back, stepping several times on her feet with his boots, laughing at her pain and degradation. When her screaming tired him, the big trucker brought some pressure to bear. Linda's face reddened as the rope cut off blood. She struggled, nearly losing her balance as she toppled toward the bed. Her tits slapped together while her legs flailed wildly under her. Her eyes bulged while gagging, choked sounds came from her mouth.
"You gonna keep it shut now?" he growled, loosening the noose around her throat.
Linda nodded her head up and down, sucking in air.
He's crazy, gone crazy, she thought, not daring to say a word for fear of reprisals. She knew she shouldn't have let him in today. There was something in his eyes, something in the way he entered the house that made her fearful of her life. But she couldn't leave him outside. The neighbors would talk, and that talk would reach Janice and her mother.
Max threw her onto the bed, taking the noose off her neck and tying another loop in it. The young woman crashed face first onto the bed. The brutal trucker looped first one, then the other end of the rope around her ankles. Linda was confused, wondering what on earth he was doing to her. She felt him tightening the ropes around her ankles, then drawing her feet together and binding them tightly with a figure eight knot. She twisted her head around from the pillow, gasping in oxygen through her flared nostrils as her knees pressed in against the soft mattress. Behind her she could hear the sound of his leather belt sliding against the material of his Levi's.
"Nice, ass, real nice," he murmured, his eyes sweeping aver the full, plump round globes quivering under him. Linda let out a sharp little moan when she heard Max double the strap and slap the ends together. Her ass cheeks flinched, the globes shivering under the dim lamplight of the shaded bedroom. Max set his jaw firmly, feeling his cock stirring in his jockeys. He saw the small blonde tufts of cuntal hair curling up around her butt crack, shivering with the rest of her body. He smirked, letting the strap unfold as he drew his arm back. Linda tensed, grinding her teeth together, knowing full well what was about to happen.
There was a whistling sound, the sound of the broad band of black leather cutting the air. The blonde woman shivered as the whistle turned into a wooshing sound. Then Linda screamed as the belt sliced into her buttock, leaving a long red mark.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
She tried jerking her legs apart. But the ropes held firmly while the steel cuffs held her arms in place. The woman's body bounced and jerked like a speared fish as the strap sliced over and over into her body. Criss-crossed whip marks soon marred the woman's buttocks. Sweat trickled down her back, burning into the stripes. Again and again Linda begged for mercy, screaming that she'd do anything if he'd stop.
"You gonna give me your niece?" he said, finally pausing as he wiped the sweat beading on his forehead.
"No, Max! Oh God, you're sick, sicker than I thought!" the young woman moaned.
The welts on her back, the long red marks marring her milky white flesh stung cruelly. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled uselessly with the cuffs binding her wrists.
"Come on," he growled, slapping her behind with the belt again, this time making sure the beveled end curled into her buttcrack and nippled at the wrinkled flesh surrounding her asshole.
Linda screamed, a shot of pain racing to her brain. Her body trembled, bouncing against the bed while the girl moaned for mercy.
"Yeah, sure, I'll stop it, baby, stop it when you want it. But you dig this, right?"
To prove his point Max reached down between her legs, sliding his fingers over her pussy. Linda realized she was creaming all over herself, wetting down her thighs and legs with pussy juice while Max had been beating her savagely. She couldn't look at him.
"Yeah, good 'n hot," he said, jerking her legs apart and squeezing her cuntal mound until the young woman cried out in pain.
"Stop it!"
"Don't back talk me, bitch," he said, backhanding her cruelly.
Linda saw stars exploding in front of her as the force of the blow nearly knocked her off the bed. The rope chafed her ankles while the cold steel hurt her wrists.
"Come on, baby, and I'll show you some discipline. When I want something, I want it now!"
Max curled his fingers into her hair and yanked up. Linda screamed, her eyelids fluttering, her fingers working desperately against the cold metal of the wrist cuffs. She tried struggling against the big trucker. But it was a hopeless cause. Instead she felt the bonds even more savagely than before.
"Piece of garbage. That's what you are," Max muttered under his breath.
"No, no, I'm not, you…"
He lashed the belt against her shoulder blades. The pain nearly knocked Linda unconscious. The woman let out a shout, then fell limply to the bed.
"You listen to me. I'm gonna make sure you don't forget this little lesson today," Max growled, pulling her off the bed and forcing her to stand.
Linda ached all over. She never believed another human being could do something like this to her or anyone else. It was something straight out of the movies or history books.
"You walk straight, baby… that's it, hop! Hop to the bathroom," Max said, laughing at Linda's distress when she realized her legs were still tied. The woman staggered, doing her best to obey him, fearing the cutting blow of the belt. She didn't want to feel that leather slicing into her butt again.
"Oh!" Linda lost her balance, tumbling onto the floor.
Linda was beaten around the head with the belt, the buckle striking her ribcage twice just below her tits. Max slipped one booted foot under her right tit, moving it up and down. Linda flinched, wondering if he was going to kick her there, cave in her chest with his massive feet. At this point she didn't put anything past him.