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Sam turned her again, his strong hands effortlessly turning her body so her crotch was at the edge of the bed, ready for him again. He stepped between her legs and rubbed her thighs, he was hard and had to have her again. He pushed his cock into her abused pussy, filling her again. He heard Elaine whimpering and crying as he bored deeper and deeper into her. She was so beautiful like this, he thought, now he had to punish her and hurt her.
Elaine felt his hands grab the top of her thighs and he pulled her against him. She grabbed her ankles and yelled into the gag as he began pounding away at her. He slammed into her roughly over and over again, the pain was intense, but as much as it hurt, the climax quickly surpassed it. As he took her she was lost in the intensity of what her body was feeling, she surfed between waves of pleasure and pain, going from one crest to another.
Then it stopped, Sam stopped. Elaine opened her eyes and saw the softness in his eyes and knew that he had just cum inside her. She took a few shuddering breaths and tried to release her grip on her ankles. She was vaguely aware that her feet were asleep, that she had gripped them so tight that she lost circulation. Sam smiled down at her and gently stroked her wet cheek.
"That was nice, Sweet Cheeks," he said and pulled out of her. Elaine felt cum dripping from her battered pussy. How much more until he was sated, or would he ever be?
There was a knock at the door.
"What?" Sam snarled.
"Sam?" a timid male voice said from the other side of the door.
"This had better be good," Sam snapped.
"Mark's on the phone," the voice said.
Sam relaxed a bit. Mark knew what Sam was doing and if he was interrupting it had to be important. He picked up Elaine's shirt and wiped his cock then climbed into his jeans, carefully zipping them up to not catch his cock. He opened the door. A startled man looked in and saw Elaine naked, bound, spread and well fucked. His eyes were big, but Sam pushed past him, closed the door and locked it.
Elaine was alone. She tried to stretch a bit, but with her hands and feet secured there was not much that she could do. Her body ached, she was completely at Sam's mercy and she knew she was just getting started. His need for her seemed insatiable and she could only hope that her body could withstand his need. She again wondered how she had gotten into this situation, how only a few months ago her life had been entirely different.
Soon a more pressing need began to gnaw at Elaine. She really needed to use the toilet. She realized she had not urinated in hours. She could turn her head and see the toilet in the small bathroom. It was close, very close. She had no idea how long Sam would be, but she knew if he took her in the ass before she went to the bathroom there would be a huge mess. And the more she thought about, the stronger the need became. How much longer would Sam be? She bit down on the gag and knew if he was not back soon, she would have to try to find a way to get in the bathroom, even bound as she was. Maybe she could walk in on her knees, but how was she going to sit on the toilet?
Elaine was about ready to roll off the bed and try for the bathroom when the door opened. For once, Elaine was actually glad to see Sam, even if the bulge in his pants told her he was ready for more.
"Miss me, Sweet Cheeks?" he walked to the bed, took off her gag and began unzipping his pants.
"Sam, sir, please, I need to pee," she looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Do you now?" he asked tauntingly.
"Yes, sir. Really bad," she began bouncing and shaking her legs. She was not going to last much longer.
"What is it worth to you?" he asked and stroked her chest.
"What is it worth?" Elaine snapped at him. "You can already do anything you want to me, what more do you want?"
Sam thought about this for a second then pulled the key to the cuffs out of his pocket. He unhooked Elaine's wrists and ankles and as soon as he did, she bounced off the bed and bounded towards the bathroom. She nearly fell because her limbs were so stiff, but made it to the toilet without any accidents.
Sam frowned slightly as Elaine did her business in the bathroom. Mark said that they had lost Roy. Right after Sam had called to confirm that he had Elaine, Mark had left Roy's room. Before he was able to get someone there to tail Roy, the young man had disappeared. He was last seen getting into a green Subaru Outback and disappearing into the streets of Seattle. Roy did seem to be able to pick cars that blended in to the local scenery, except for that damn Oldsmobile.
Mark had also said a few other things that bothered Sam. One was that he hinted if there was an opportunity to break the ceasefire early, they might have to take it and to that end he had some work for Sam to do. Sam had just gotten Elaine and he was not ready to leave her yet and was able to get Mark to agree to wait until tomorrow. Mark also said he was making arrangements for Elaine's "safe keeping". Sam did not like the sound of that at all. He knew Mark's history with slaves and knew that Elaine might never come back from her "safe keeping."
Not for the first time, Sam wondered if he was on the right side in this.
Elaine stepped out of the bathroom. Sam could see the worry in her beautiful blue eyes as she looked at him. Sam knew that she had no choice here, she would have to do anything he wanted, but her admired her courage in facing the inevitable painful abuse of her body. Sam admired her courage, but nothing was going to stop him from fucking the living shit out of her.
Elaine took a deep breath. She was as ready as she was ever going to be. She stepped timidly towards him. He was out of his pants, naked again with huge cock pointing straight up, the tip glistening with pre-cum. She took it in her hand and stroked it, feeling the warmth and hardness. Sam was a beast, he would have eaten up any of Elaine's old boyfriends. To her, it was hard to imagine that they had even been the same species.
Sam put his hand on Elaine's shoulder and pushed her down to her knees. She obeyed and began licking his shaft as soon as she was down. His cock scared her, but she knew she had already taken it everywhere in her before. She just kept licking it, base to tip in long, slow strokes. She could taste herself on him, the taste of her violation. He let her lick for a while then grabbed a handful of hair. Elaine stopped and opened her mouth. He put the tip into her mouth, she was already full, but he pushed deeper into her. Almost by reflex, Elaine tried to jerk her head away, but Sam tightened his grip in her hair and kept her head in place as he pushed in. Elaine gagged as he reached the back of her mouth, she struggled a little more, but she was not getting away. He shoved in hard and Elaine went from gagging to suffocating, no air could get past his cock in her throat.
Elaine grabbed onto his legs as he began to roughly fuck her face. He battered into her throat and she greedily sucked in air. She grew lightheaded, he was not letting her breathe enough. Elaine began to panic, she tried to push away with her hands, but he grabbed them with one of his even as the other kept its grip in her hair. Elaine wondered if she would die, suffocated with a penis, as things grew dark and she lost consciousness.
When she came to she was on the bed on her stomach. Her hands were cuffed above her head, her legs were spread. She did not taste any cum in her mouth, so Sam had not finished with her. No, he was behind her. She felt a cold squirt of lube into her asshole and knew what was coming next. He pushed a finger in and began rubbing the lube around, getting her ready.
"Hi, Sweet Cheeks," he said to her as he added a second finger to her ass. "I've been waiting a long time to fuck your beautiful ass again. I hope you're as excited about it as I am." She jumped as he smacked one of her cheeks with his free hand.
Elaine knew that this was going to hurt and hurt bad. She did not know if she could take it. Elaine scrambled to her feet and jumped off the bed. To her surprise, Sam made no attempt to stop her. She ran to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked.
"Where do you think you're going, Sweet Cheeks?" Sam said. "You're not getting away, not from me. That door is locked and I'm the only one who can open it." He stood back by the bed, not coming to Elaine, but just waiting. "And I'm not going to open it until I'm finished with you. Now, come back here, lie down on the bed and take your ass-fucking like a big girl. Or else I will get angry and things will be worse. You don't want to make me angry, do you, Sweet Cheeks?"
Tears rolled down Elaine's cheeks as she realized the hopelessness of her situation. She turned back to Sam, she was surprised to see that he was not angry, but even had a slight grin on his face.
"I'm sorry, sir," Elaine said and stepped back to the bed. Sam guided her back down onto her stomach.
"That's alright, Sweet Cheeks," he rubbed his coarse hand on her back. "I expect these little bits of fight now and then. It makes it more fun to know you're resisting. But," he suddenly smacked her ass hard and Elaine yelped, "you ever make a serious attempt at escape, and I'll make you regret it and think fondly of what I'm going to do to you now."
He climbed on top of her, his hairy chest pressing down on Elaine's smooth back. He was big, a mass of dense muscle and his body squeezed the air from Elaine's small form. She felt his cock between her butt cheeks, but he did not penetrate her. Sam nibbled on her ear and kissed her cheek, gently moving her hair to the side. She tried to breathe, but it was so hard with him on top of her.
"Are you ready, Sweet Cheeks?" he whispered to her.
Elaine nodded. She was not sure if she was ever going to be ready, but her body was as ready as it was going to be and at this point her mind was just along for the ride.
Sam pushed up off of her. Elaine took a deep breath; she tried to relax, to open herself for him, to open herself for the painful violation that was coming. Sam grabbed a handful of Elaine's long, dark blonde hair with one hand and with the other guided his huge cock to her tight little asshole. Elaine tensed as she felt the pressure against her back door, she kept trying to relax but it hurt and she had to fight her instincts to not try to escape. He pushed harder and suddenly he was through. Elaine yelped and tried to scoot away, but his hand in her hair held her in place.
"Oh, no, little one," Sam said as he pushed deeper into her, "you hold still while I'm fucking you."
Elaine closed her eyes and grabbed handfuls of the bedspread in her bound hands. Her whole universe right now was Sam's cock pushing into her ass. The pain was intense and she knew that that was how he wanted it. She whimpered as he kept going deeper and deeper until she finally felt his hips and pubic hair against her ass. She was his, there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Sam kept a tight grip on her hair and began to slowly fuck her. He had waited a long time to have her like this, to have his cock buried in her perfect little ass. He loved seeing the pain on her face and how her whole body tensed up as he invaded her. She was so tender and beautiful and he wanted to make her scream. He had planned on starting slow, but his lust and desire overcame him. He pulled back and rammed back in with all his might. Elaine screamed in pain as he did. Sam smiled and fucked her hard. He twisted his hand in her hair and pushed her head into the bed as he slammed away at her helpless body. This was great, he loved taking Elaine like this, hurting her as he got off.
Elaine's world was pain. She screamed over and over as Sam pounded her tight little ass. There was nothing she could do but take it. The pain from her hair was nothing compared to what was happening to her ass, but that little bit of pain was almost a welcome relief. Sam pushed her head into the bed and Elaine's cries and screams were muffled by the bed.
Sam slowed and stopped for a second. He let go of her hair and pulled at her hips.
"Come on, Sweet Cheeks, up on your knees," he told her.
Elaine obeyed, maneuvering up even as his cock stayed inside her. She kept her face down on the bed, but got her knees under her. As soon as she was up, Sam started fucking her again. He was rougher now, but the angle was better. Even so, waves of pain and endorphins washed over her, Elaine wanted to cum, to give her some reward for her pain, but Sam was not helping. He seemed to be taking forever, keeping her in agony. She was on the verge of giving up when the barrier between pleasure and pain finally collapsed. She came, the orgasm originating from her battered ass. She screamed a mix of pleasure and pain as Sam took her.
Sam did not stop or slow. Her screams echoed loudly in the small room and that fueled his desire even more. When he came he felt like his orgasm would last forever and round after round of semen was sprayed into Elaine's small body. Finally he stopped and he stilled inside her.
"Oh, yeah, Sweet Cheeks, that was nice," he moaned. His hands rubbed up and down Elaine's sides, feeling her sweating and trembling body. "Real nice. You and I are going to have a real good time together."
Elaine cried tears of hopelessness into the bed. He slid out of her and she collapsed onto the wet and stained bedspread. Her body trembled, each muscle slowly unwinding and relaxing again, waves of endorphins flowed through her. She felt like her body was no longer her own, like she was a visitor in it.
Sam lay down beside her and carefully rolled her onto her back. He softly toyed with her breasts and leaned forward to brush her lips with his. He returned and softly kissed her, his tongue slowly sliding between her lips, gently finding her tongue and touching it for just a second before retreating. His rough hand wiped the tears from her cheeks, trying to soothe her.
"You are mine, Elaine," he said to her in a soft but firm voice. "And I will kill anyone who tries to take you away."
Elaine opened her eyes and looked into his. There was a steely determination and am absolute belief in what he had just told her. Elaine knew that is she was ever going to be free of him, someone would have to kill him. She tried to imagine what life would be like as his slave, being fucked like this over and over every day. Could she take it? Would she wind up being fucked to death?
Elaine started crying again, deep sobs of her helplessness. Sam gently stroked her chest, comforting her even as he knew he was the cause of her suffering. He picked her up, cradling her in his arms against his hairy chest and carried her into the bathroom. He drew a bath for her in the tub and set her gently into the warm water. Elaine had regained some control and tried to flash a grateful smile for this brief respite, but Sam was already in the other room.
Elaine tried to enjoy the bath for as long as she could. Little bits of gelled semen kept floating to the surface and Elaine picked each one out and flicked it on the floor. All too soon, the water was cold and she was as clean as she was going to be. She was calm and ready to be taken by Sam again, or at least as ready as she could be. She stepped out of the tub and dried off. She hung the towel on the rack and deliberately walked back into the bedroom naked, offering herself to whatever Sam wanted to do to her.
To her surprise, Sam was not there. He left his shirt on the bed and Elaine saw that the door leading out was open. She was not sure what he wanted her to do and hesitated.
"Come on out, Sweet Cheeks," she heard his voice bellow. "You can put my shirt on if you like, but everyone here knows what we've been doing." There was rude male laughter at that comment. "Come on out and eat something, you'll need your strength." There was more laughter.
Elaine put on the shirt. It smelled like Sam, a little sweaty, but clean with a hint of something masculine that Elaine could not place. She buttoned it all the way down and rolled the sleeves up above her wrists. She checked and saw that it fell just below her ass, it was not hiding much but gave her some small degree of modesty. She just hoped that Sam did not intend to share her with the rest of the men; she did not think she was up to a gang bang at the moment. She snorted to herself as she softly walked to the door; as if she was going to have a choice.
She opened the door the rest of the way. There was a short flight of stairs that led up. She could see the lights and hear the laughter from the top. She timidly padded up the bare wood steps in bare feet and emerged into a large room. There was a beamed ceiling above with a large stone fireplace at one end of the room. A few windows opened up to the outside, but they closed and curtained. A couple of elk heads hung on the walls and doors led off to other rooms. She saw bunk-beds in one of them and another bathroom. There was a hint of luxury here, but she knew that this was a functional building; the gun racks by the doors showed that.
Sam was at a table with three other men. All seemed to be the nondescript type that Mark hired, interchangeable muscle to do his dirty work. They were all dressed in jeans and long sleeve work shirts with pistols and knives on their belts. The youngest looked to be about 20 with a shaved head and face and flame tattoos on his neck. Sam introduced him as Stevie. The one next to him was a bit older and named Daryl, but still younger than Elaine. He had blonde hair and a neatly trimmed mustache that would have made him look perfectly at ease in 1890. The final one was the oldest. He gave his own name as Dean. The polite introduction was marred slightly by his deliberate leer. Elaine guessed he was in his mid forties with a head of hair that was balding rapidly on top and cut short elsewhere. He had a short salt and pepper beard and no tattoos. Each of them had the lean, wiry build that Elaine was learning to associate with people who spent a lot of time outdoors working in the desert.
All eyes were on Elaine as she stepped up to the table. Each of the men conspicuously looked her up and down, their eyes lingering on her perfect thighs. She wondered what she was going to have to do here.
"Sit," Sam ordered and kicked an empty chair out from the table. Elaine sat in the chair beside Sam, beside the man who had just done so much to her. "Eat." He pushed a bowl of stew in front of Elaine.
Trying not to look at the four men around her, Elaine ate the stew. She was immediately struck that it tasted just like the stew Roy fed her back at the line shack. That had been right before he tied her to the bed and raped her ass for the first time. She glanced over and saw the empty cans in the trash, that would explain the similarity. She wondered if there was a special brand of canned beef stew to be fed women who were going to be repeatedly fucked.
