Big Book of Smut (38 page)

He walked to the van and opened the driver's door, rummaged beneath the seat, pretending to search. His prey approached the van, a little heartened by this seeming show of good will. She stood back as he opened the passenger side door and looked beneath that seat as well. Her wariness eased a little as he opened the sliding door and she spied the tire tool, leaning against a tool box pushed to the far side of the van wall. She stepped forward to reach for it and an instant later was knocked flat onto the van's carpeted floor as the Predator made his move, one huge hand around her throat, the other jamming the needle into her hip. He threw the syringe aside and punched her in the face hard enough to stun, then flipped her onto her back and secured her wrists behind her with handcuffs. Shackles bound her legs and he gagged her with one shop towel and blindfolded her with another. Another thirty seconds and she was bundled into the van, the door slammed shut and he made his way between the seats to check her, being certain she could breathe easily. A quick check of her pulse showed it to be strong and steady. She'd be unconscious in a few minutes and would stay that way for about six to eight hours. That was plenty of time to reach his lair. Ignoring the pickup, the Predator climbed into the driver's seat, thumbed the ignition and pulled the van back onto the road. Three miles later he turned onto the freeway ramp and headed West, onto the interstate.

The Predator reached his lair at slightly before eight p.m. He clicked the remote button to activate the sliding garage door he'd recently installed in place of a barn door and drove the van into the barn, killed the motor and turned off the headlights. All was still except for the sound of crickets and the tick of the slowly cooling engine. He paused for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the darkness, looking over his shoulder at the woman he'd captured a few hours ago. She was still unconscious but he could see the rise and fall of her breathing. One good thing about living so far out in the country was the privacy. No nosey neighbors to hear screaming and call the police. Not that they'd find anything incriminating even if they showed up at his house with search warrants...his lair was beneath the barn, a storm cellar he'd converted into a cool, dark, completely soundproof dungeon.

He'd worked on it for some time, adding concrete floors, reinforcing the original fieldstone walls with a layer of concrete block. The ceiling was massive oak beams with a layer of R-30 insulation and a second layer of rough cut oak to further deaden sound. A nice 22x35 room in which to indulge himself. Not exactly what Grandpa had in mind when he built it, the Predator mused, but it worked out well. He got out of the van and stretched, turned on the lights and closed the sliding door. Sighing, he stripped off his mechanic's coveralls, his shirt, his jeans and his work boots. The day had been one hot, miserable bitch and he was ready for a shower before getting down to business. The steps were cool beneath his bare feet as he descended to his lair, unlocked the steel door and stepped inside. He was immediately enveloped in a blast of cold air from the 18, 000 BTU air conditioner he'd left on. The sweat jelled on his body before he took three steps. He liked the cold. The thermostat read fifty-eight degrees. Perfect, it was the same temperature as a cave.

After his shower he dried himself, had a cool drink and selected a few items he thought he might need for immediate use, then stuffed them into a bag and carried them back upstairs. As he opened the van's side door he saw that his captive had awakened, had rolled onto her side and was rubbing her face against the floor of the van, trying to dislodge her blindfold. Reaching down, he slapped her sharply across the ass and commanded "Stop that!" In the close confines of the van's interior, the sound of that slap was like the crack of a .22 rifle discharging. The struggling ceased. He roughly flipped his prey back onto her belly and dragged her toward him by the hips until her legs hung down over the running board, not quite touching the ground. One huge hand encircled the back of her neck, holding her face flush to the carpet while the other gripped the waistband of her skirt and ripped it down and off, tossing it aside. The panties followed and he marveled at how white her ass was, marred only by a single red handprint. Another vicious jerk and her T-shirt split down the back, held only by the handcuffs. He took the scissors from the bag beside him and snipped through the ruined fabric, then hurled the scraps away. Minus a bra, she was naked except for shoes.

It was time to drop his first bomb. "I'm going to burn your clothes now… Judy,” he told her. "You won't need any from now on." He paused to let his words sink in a saw her tremble. She was smart enough to realize the implications, to know at once whoever he was, he used her name and must have been stalking her for some time. He released her neck and lightly stroked her bare ass, then spoke again. "You're to lie here in this position until I've finished. I'm not going far, won't be long. If you move, I'll punish you. Nod if you understand. A nod gave him his answer. The shoes and torn clothes went into a 55 gallon burn barrel just outside the barn. The Predator doused them in kerosene and lit them, knowing she could smell the smoke. When they were burning briskly he returned to the van, pleased to see that his prey hadn't moved. He turned her over, pulled her into a sitting position and fondled one breast, pinching the nipple until she flinched. His other hand gathered the mass of sweaty hair and pulled it away from her neck. He took a leather collar from the bag and buckled it around her neck, securing it with a padlock. A leash snapped into one of the rings in front and he tugged on it to let her feel the tension.

"Stand up,” he commanded. The woman stood, stiff from the long ride. She tried to take a full step and the chain of her shackles jerked taunt; she staggered and almost fell. The Predator steadied her and she jerked back from contact with his body; she hadn't known he was naked. He led her to one of the stalls and clipped the end of her leash to a metal ring in a wooden beam, returning with a garden hose. She gasped in shock as the cold water poured over her, followed by a squirt of dish detergent. She was lathered and then rinsed off, making sounds of protest that turned to a muffled yelp as he pushed the hose between her legs and squirted cold water inside her. Finished, he turned off the hose and retrieved his kit bag, carrying it to where his captive stood dripping. He unlocked the shackles and quickly replaced them with a second pair that had leather anklets affixed to a ten inch chain. Her stride would be just as restricted, and the leather wouldn't bite into her skin. Shackles secured, he moved behind her, leaned his body into hers and reached around to cup both her breasts, his cock hard against her hip. He nuzzled her throat and felt her tremble, felt the pulse jumping beneath his lips. One hand moved to her pussy. He lightly pinched her clit and bit hard into the side of her neck. She cried out into the gag and her neck arched backwards, her hips began to move, grinding her pussy into his fingers. He slipped one inside her, a little surprised at how quickly she'd grown wet. He continued to suck on her neck and pushed a second finger inside her, feeling the muscles contract hungrily. When he felt she was about to come he stopped, withdrew his fingers and faced her. "You don't deserve an orgasm yet,” he informed her. "First you have to please me."

The Predator unclipped the leash and led his prey down the steps to his lair. When she was inside he shut the door and locked it, then led her to the center of the room where a futon waited. She shivered in the cold and her nipples stood erect. When she reached the edge of the futon he placed on hand on her shoulder and pushed down, commanding "Kneel." The woman dropped to her knees and he moved behind her, positioning her to his satisfaction. "Put your head down”, he ordered. "Knees wide apart, ass in the air." She tried to comply but the hobbles were too short; he was forced to unshackle one ankle. He at once slid a loop of black nylon webbing up the back of her right leg, fastened it with Velcro just behind the knee and brought the loop around her neck. The other end encircled her left leg and fastened by Velcro at the left knee. He tugged sharply to tighten the harness before he fastened the last Velcro strip. Drawn tight, any motion of her legs would immediately tighten the strap around her neck, cutting off her breath. "If you struggle, you'll strangle yourself." the Predator warned. He poured baby oil down the crack of her ass and worked one finger into her asshole, feeling the muscle contract against the intrusion but otherwise helpless to stop it.

When he was sure she was well lubricated he pressed his cock against her asshole and grabbed her hips, pulling her sharply back even as he humped forward, ramming his hardness deep inside her with a single swift stroke. A muffled scream told him that a thick nine inches was not appreciated, at least not inside that particular hole, virgin tight by the feel of it. He fucked her hard for ten minutes until the screaming subsided to an occasional groan and the ache in his balls was unbearable. He came, pulling her back against him in one last, vicious thrust that buried his cock to the balls and wrung a cry of pain from her lips. Finished, he withdrew and loosened the straps, allowing his prey to collapse on her belly. The Predator let her rest for a few minutes while he busied himself with his next line of restraints. The woman flinched when he touched her again, anticipating more pain. Instead of hurting her, he unlocked the handcuffs and brought her arms to her sides, slid a belt with straps around her waist and cinched it tight. He buckled each wrist to the belt, thereby holding her arms flat to her sides. A 30 inch spreader bar forced her legs apart as he began to stroke and caress her pussy before he shoved a vibrator inside her. He lay forward and began to lick her, working on her clit while he fucked her with the vibrator.

At first she lay still but soon she began to shudder and whimper, her juices flowing. He lapped and sucked her clit, his cock hardening again at the sounds she made. He worked the vibrator faster and felt her quiver, knew she was coming. It was too much; he had to have her again. Missionary had never been his favorite position but he was too hot to care. He mounted her and shoved his cock in deep, his broad chest crushing her breasts, the vibrator forgotten and buzzing loudly where it had fallen to the concrete floor. Again he fucked her hard, loving the way she trembled and groaned. Just as he came he bit the side of her neck again. There was a high, sweet cry of pleasure and a gush of fluid as she squirted over his belly and balls, then sagged beneath him, exhausted. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily and rested for a moment, then stood up, unhooked the spreader bars, turned off the noisy vibrator. He gathered the woman into his arms are carried her to his bed, lay her down and kissed her flushed face. "I have to go now, my love." he told her. "The sun will be up soon. But I'll be back tonight after sunset. You are mine forever now, My Princess. Mi Amora. Sweet dreams." He turned and left the room.

About the Author

Settling down comfortably next to the fireplace, Marie Shore loves to write erotic stories for her readers to enjoy alone or with their partner.

Sitting in third period English class, I fidgeted in my seat while looking at the slow moving hands of the wall clock. How was an oversexed hot girl like me supposed to just sit still and concentrate?

Not to be conceited, but over the last few years, I’ve grown used to men and boys practically get whiplash trying to check me out. I flaunted my hot body with sexy clothes and always had perfect hair and makeup. I walked, talked and oozed sexuality all the time.

I was well aware of my power over men and enjoyed it. And in my last year of high school, I was finally 18 and legal.

As my teacher droned on, I couldn’t help but stare at the hottest guy in class. He was the high school quarterback. Garrett was gorgeous, tall, and popular.

He was lean, muscular and so manly. We flirted often in class. Sneaking a look at his crotch, I fantasized about how it would feel to have him in bed.

Even though I was a good student, it became impossible to concentrate the last year, as I was always thinking about sex. Hot, mind blowing sex that I had recently, or a naughty fuckfest that might be around the corner…

I could feel myself getting warm and wet between my thighs. Garrett looked up and flashed me a sexy smile. His cool blue eyes, brown hair and rugged good looks just made me want to jump him right there.

God, when was this class ending?

This year, I realized I was a nympho slut and frankly, I didn’t care. Personally, I thought the other girls were just jealous that they weren’t getting any. Of course, sadly, I wasn’t either.

It had been a long couple of weeks since I last got laid at a party. For a nympho like me, it felt like an eternity.

I enjoyed boldly flirting, and feeling naughtier than usual that day, I decided to be a little more proactive. I leaned over to Garrett to whisper in his ear. “Y’know, I’m not wearing any underwear,” I whispered. Then I leaned back and gave him a flirty smile.

His jaw dropped and his eyes bulged in shock, as he stared at me. Obviously, he couldn’t believe I actually said that, as the other girls at school were pretty tame. I giggled at his reaction.

“Nikki, is everything okay there?” interrupted the teacher. “Oh yes, everything’s fine,” I replied as I smiled at Garrett. Then the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Thank God!

As I got up to leave, Garrett walked out with me. “So, where ya headed?” he asked casually.

“I have a free period, study hall. I’ll probably skip it. What about you?”

“I’m skipping my next class, too. Wanna hang out for a while? Take a walk maybe?” He flashed another super sexy smile as I felt my knees weaken. Bingo.