CHAPTER ONE – THE SET UP

As Linda sat with her legs spread, letting Mike, her co-worker feel her legs and thighs, she thought about how she had come to this point. She wanted, no, needed sex desperately. Despite her late-fifties age, she still craved the physical act of sex, which her husband could no longer provide. After wrestling with her needs for a long time, she had hesitantly reached her decision to seek sex elsewhere, which her husband had sometimes suggested. So she had gone looking for an opportunity. Mike was interested and made a pass at her, expressing his desire to have her.

And here she was.

Linda downed the last of her third drink as Mike's hands roamed higher and brushed her crotch. Involuntarily, she moaned and spread her legs wider as she felt his touch through her pantyhose and panties. Her body was responding quickly, positively. Never one to have much of a capacity for alcohol, Linda was already feeling woozy, and made the same comment to Mike that she had often made to her husband: “You know, you could do whatever you want with me right now.”

“I intend to,” he replied. It was the first hint, but she missed it.

They left the bar and went to his car. When Linda bent to get in, he put his hand up under her dress and felt her crotch again. Linda jerked away, giggling, and managed to get into the passenger seat. When Mike had climbed into his own seat, he reached over the console to feel her tits, then pulled her head to him. They kissed, passionately but roughly, Linda thought to herself, his tongue snaking into her mouth as their lips crushed against each other. Meanwhile, his left hand was up her dress again, pressing and rubbing her cunt through the fabric of her hose and panties. His fingertips soon gave way to his knuckles, then to his closed fist, forcing Linda to open her legs further and try to pull away from the pain. She took this second hint to be uncontrollable passion, and blurted out, “Not so hard! Let's hurry and get someplace to make love.”

Mike pulled away. As he started the car and pulled out, he gave her the third hint, which she missed again. “Don't worry, you'll get fucked soon enough!”

It turned out to be a longer ride than Linda had anticipated. Dulled by the alcohol, she dozed off. She only came to when they came to a stop at their destination. The place was a solidly built cabin in the woods somewhere. Mike got out of the car without a word and made his way around to the passenger door. Opening it, he said, “get out of the fucking car, you pig whore!”

When Linda did not move quickly enough to suit him, sitting there in surprise, staring at him with her mouth open, he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her out. Struggling out of the car as she was pulled, Linda banged her leg against the door and was stumbling forward, partially bent over, when Mike brought up his knee. The knee caught Linda in her stomach. She cried out in pain and doubled over, but he still had a firm hold on her hair. He pulled her upright and kneed her again, this time right in her crotch. He let her go, and Linda fell to her knees, grabbing her crotch, bending forward over the ground. Mike kicked her in the ribs, and she cried out again and fell over on her side.

“Now maybe you'll do what you're told as soon as I tell you to do it,” Mike barked at her. “I'll hurt you a lot more if you give me any reason to, you bitch! Now, get your dress off!” he ordered her. She struggled up onto her knees and slid the dress up over her head. He grabbed it from her and threw it aside. “Get down on your hands and knees!” Linda did so immediately. “Now, crawl after me into the house like the dog you are.” With those words, he slammed the car door shut and stalked away toward the cabin, looking behind only once to be sure Linda was following. Grimacing and groaning at the pain from the roots and pebbles on the ground digging into her palms and knees, she obediently followed.

He made her wait halfway up the steps as he unlocked the door, one knee on the ground, one knee on the first step, and her hands on the top step. Then they were inside. “Stay like that,” he ordered her, and reached for a dog collar that hung on a peg near the door. He fastened it around Linda's neck snugly. Then he reached up for a chain leash and hooked it to the collar.

He strode into the kitchen, holding the leash, turning on lights as he went. Linda had no choice but to crawl after him on all fours. He led her to where two dog food bowls sat near the leg of a chair, and laid the leash over her back. “Stay there,” he told her. She twisted around to watch him as he went to a cabinet and took out a bottle of vodka. Returning to her, Mike poured a substantial amount into one of the bowls. “Drink it!” She bent over the bowl and started lapping the straight booze up. It stung her tongue and burned her throat going down, obviously not a premium brand.

While Linda lapped up the cheap vodka, her captor poured something for himself over ice. It was Chevas Regal, she noticed, taking a quick look over, none of the rotgut stuff. He pulled out a kitchen chair one over from the one the dog bowls were near and sat down. He enjoyed his own drink as he watched Linda.

She was a bit overweight, and her legs were spotted and marked by visible blue veins. But she had a big, broad ass and heavy thighs that looked pretty good through the tan pantyhose, and he was already aware of her full tits. She could be a real bitch, though, and he had big plans for her. It would be a lot of fun knocking her around and abusing her. He and his friends would be having a field day with her--several field days, actually. Thinking about it, he found that he couldn't resist the urge to work her over right away, and threw the last of his scotch down.

“Finished?” he asked her. Linda lapped the last of the vodka up from the bowl and nodded. She was already aware of the renewed effects of the booze. She knew she would go along with whatever he told her. “Good. Take off your bra,” he ordered. Linda straightened up on her knees and reached behind her back. She undid the hooks of her brassiere and slid it off of her arms, holding it out to him. He took the bra, admiring her full, amazingly firm breasts for her age. “Now come over here and turn your back to me,” he commanded. He used the bra to tie Linda's hands behind her back. “Now, move over to that other chair and bend over the seat.”

Mike got up from his own chair and removed the belt from his trousers. It was inch-and-a-half wide leather. He held onto the buckle end and began to whip Linda's ass. The sound of the THWACK as the leather snapped against the woman's rump was better than the yell that escaped her mouth. He swung again, THWACK! Linda cried out again. A third time Mike sent the belt snapping against her fat butt, and again, and again. Her screams lessened, as she began to cry and whimper instead. He paused to double the belt over, clasping the two ends in his hand, then stepped closer to her to adjust for the shorter length.

The man began to repeatedly whip Linda across her thighs, ass, and hips. The sound of the belt smacking into her was more subdued, substantial, and he could see the redness growing under the pantyhose. Thoroughly enjoying himself, he continued to lash out at her. Linda's legs shook, and she began to squirm and again start to cry out at her punishment. He paused long enough to run his hand over her thighs and buttocks, feeling the hotness that came from their bloodened surface. When he resumed his whipping, it was now directed over Linda's bare back and arms. He thrashed her again and again, and was rewarded with the streaks and welts that began to mark her flesh.

He could take it no longer. Throwing the belt aside, he hurriedly stepped out of his pants and briefs, then got next to his helpless victim and grabbed a hold of her hair. He pulled her head up and twisted it so that her face was to his crotch. Holding her head with one hand, he lifted his already swollen prick to her mouth and plunged it into Linda's mouth.

Linda felt his prick thrust into her mouth and against her throat. She looked up at his face and knew he was wildly excited. Despite, or maybe because of, her beating, Linda felt aroused as well. She let him yank her head back and forth opposite his thrusts and felt the prick go deeper and deeper into her throat. She struggled to suppress her urge to gag, and tried to open herself and accept him in, timing her breathing to his outward thrusts. His humping became quicker and more frenzied, until, his penis thrust deeply down Linda's throat, the man climaxed, shooting his cum down her throat.

Linda had difficulty breathing, as he held himself within her, pumping his load into her. She made an involuntary cough and gag, and felt fluid to up her nose and drip out. He released his hold on her head and she pulled herself away. Strings of semen stretched from his prick-tip to her mouth. She took a few quick breaths, then put her mouth to him again, licking him clean of his cum and her saliva. Swallowing everything, she enjoyed the successful oral sex which she had been so long denied. She savored his taste, the feel. She didn't have long to think about it, however.

He untied her arms and pulled Linda to her feet. He made her spread her legs, and reaching between them, he ripped her pantyhose open. Then he grabbed a hold of her panties and pulled them down, then shoved her roughly forward over the kitchen table. For the first time, he could see the welts and bruises on her ass. They excited him, and in only moments, he had worked his freshly stiffened prick into her cunt. He fucked Linda violently, and was soon shooting another load of his cum into her. Spent, Mike pulled out.

He rolled Linda over onto her back on the tabletop. Walking around the table, he stretched her arms out over the far end, tying them down by the wrists to opposite table legs. Returning to the side where her legs were, he stepped between them, stretched them apart, and tied them down by the ankles to the table legs there, leaving Linda spreadeagled and exposed. He stepped between her legs and roughly felt her cunt. She was wet with both his, and her own, sex juices. He shoved several fingers into her and pressed repeatedly, his thumb jamming into her clitoris. Only when Linda started to react and respond to his touch did he cease his actions. Then, without warning, he brought his knee up into her pussy. She jerked and strained at her bonds, and moaned in agony. He laughed.

Then, he bent down and retrieved his belt from the floor. Again doubling it over, he walked to the end of the table where her arms were stretched out, and began to whip her exposed tits. He swung again and again, watching the fleshy globes give under the impact of the leather, and watching them shake. He paid special attention to her nipples, aiming several lashes directly across them. He was rewarded with them stiffening and swelling. The tits grew red, steadily darkening, as he whipped them for several minutes.

Stiffening again, he straddled Linda's face and shoved his prick into her mouth. She did not resist, but took him in willingly, sucking and licking him. She thought that if she could excite him and make him come again, he might stop punishing her breasts. But he did not relent, and continued to whip her. His lashes did slow, however, and did not strike with as much force.

Seeing the tits angry with red and purple bruises and welts, Mike made himself stop hitting her. He was newly aroused, however. He untied her arms and legs, and rolled her over onto her stomach again, bent at the hips over the table. Spreading her legs and stepping between them, he reached between her cuntlips to gather some wetness. He wiped his fingers on Linda's anus and then grabbed his penis. It took only a few strokes to stiffen himself again, and he put the tip of this dick at her asshole and shov`ed it into her.

Linda gasped. It was so sudden, and she wasn't ready, it hurt a little, but as he started to move rhythmically in and out of her, it became pleasureable. She had always guiltily enjoyed getting it up the ass. She began to move against him, raising her ass to meet his thrusting hips, feeling his maleness reach into her and invade her bowels. This time her own cries of arousal and excitement joined his as they fucked each other. She was aware of his hot liquid filling her insides as he groaned and grunted in climax.

Shortly after pumping his load into her one last time, he pulled out of her violated anus. He walked around the table yet again, grabbed her arms, and pulled her toward him until her head hung over the edge of the table. Then he straddled her and put his prick at her mouth. Linda opened and took him into herself again, licking the sex juices mixed with bits of her own shit off of him into her mouth and swallowing it.

It turned out to be the last bit of action for the evening. He let Linda up off the table, and made her clean up the place, picking up the clothes and wiping things off. While she did so, Mike taunted Linda with vague promises of more sexual abuse to come, from himself and others. Then he let her shower, and they went to bed.


It was only later, in the darkness and loneliness of the night, the liquor worn off, after Mike had left her chained between two bedposts, an air mattress for her bed, that Linda felt the shame of what she had done and what had been done to her. She had been kidnapped, made to act like a dog, whipped, sodomized, orally and vaginally raped. She was being held captive for whatever plans had been made for her. Only her captor knew what lay in store for her. Yet, she had taken some pleasure from it. Not from the whippings, which she still felt the results of, but from the sex.

She cried softly, trying not to let her captor, sleeping on the bed she was chained to, hear. She didn't think she would sleep that night, but she did, her body seeming to sense it needed all the rest and renewal it could get.

On the bed, not yet asleep, his mind eagerly anticipating the abuse of Linda that the next day would bring, Mike heard her stifled sobs. What fun it had been to whip her. What a slut she turned out be, willingly sucking her own shit off of him after he'd fucked her up the ass. It would be great to build upon her punishment, and try all sorts of things. The fucking bitch! She deserved whatever she got. And they'd give her a lot. Fucking the old, fat bag wasn't the greatest thing in the world, but it was satisfying and able to release the need. He smiled to himself in satisfaction, and drifted off to a wonderful night's sleep.




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