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Jerry was shaking her so hard she thought her head would snap right off
her neck.
"You bitch!" he shouted at her. "You stupid, fucking cunt!" He pushed
her away from him violently, and she stumbled backwards and landed on her ass on
the floor. She sat there slumped over, sobbing breathlessly and rubbing her arms
where his fingers had bruised her flesh.
"I ought to kill you, you whore!" Jerry raved. "Of all the dumb--What
the fuck do you want anyway--every last man in town in your silly twat? Is that
it?"
"Jerry, please..." Susan gasped out. "I told you--I was just trying to
get help. I couldn't stay tied up like that. I couldn't let Tom..."
"You're a dirty slut, Susan. That's all you are, and you know it."
"No! I didn't want--I was just..."
"Yes, you are. You're a dirty slut. Aren't you?"
"I...I'm...Yes."
"Tell me that."
"I'm a dirty slut."
"Louder."
"I'm a dirty slut!"
"That's right, lady. Now get the hell up."
Susan got to her feet. She was still rubbing her arms, but she wasn't
crying now. She waited.
Jerry looked at her and grinned. Her stomach turned over. With
excitement.
"Take your fucking clothes off," Jerry said.
Her hands trembled as she obeyed. Her clothes were quickly in a heap on
the floor.
Jerry pulled out his ropes.
Susan's breath quickened. She felt weak. But she knew better now than to
anticipate him. She waited.
"Get on the bed."
She walked to it and lay down.
And Jerry said, "Of course, if I tied you down to the bed and left you,
then you wouldn't be able to get to the phone, would you, slut? You wouldn't be
able to do anything. But wait. For your husband."
"No!" Susan cried. She sat up on the bed and cringed away from him.
"Lie down," he said.
"No, Jerry, please. Please don't. You know...you know if Tom..."
"Hell, baby, you got out of it before, didn't you? Maybe this time you
can get the fucking landlord to help you out." He guffawed.
"But--but if you tie me so I can't..."
"You'll just have to take your chances, baby."
"No...no..."
"Now don't kid me, Susan. You'd love to be tied down right now. Right?
You really want it. Spread out and tied down hand and foot. So you can't do a
damn thing but squirm a little. You'd love it, wouldn't you, Susan? Hmmm?"
"Oh god," Susan whispered.
"Tell me how much."
"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, Jerry. But--but don't leave me that way.
You--you won't, will you, Jerry? You can't..."
"Lie down."
"You won't...please..."
Jerry reached out with the ropes and drew the ends over her naked flesh.
Susan drew a sharp breath and then moaned softly.
"Lie down."
"Ohh..."
"I won't tell you again, Susan. I'll just leave. Is that what you want?"
"No...No..."
"Well?" He slid the ends of the ropes across the upper slopes of her
breasts.
Susan closed her eyes. With a small sobbing sound, she lay down on her
back.
"That's a good little slut. Now spread out."
With her eyes still closed, Susan stretched herself wide, spreading her
arms and legs so that the pointed to the four corners of the bed. Quickly and
competently Jerry tied her that way, fastening his wicked ropes around her
wrists and ankles, pulling them--and her--achingly taut before securing them to
each bedpost.
Finished, he grinned down at her helplessly spread-eagled, naked body.
Her firm breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing. The nipples were hard
and thrusting.
"Now move," Jerry said.
"I...I can't..."
"Move, I said. Or I leave right now."
Susan moaned, and strained her tightly stretched body. All she could
manage was to move her hips very slightly up and down. Even that increased the
pressure on her arms and legs enough to make her gasp with the pain.
The wonderful pain.