Payback on the Road

To her surprise, she heard the car engine rev again, and the headlights glared through her eyelids, but she kept her eyes obediently shut. For a horrible, paranoid moment she thought he was going to leave her here to die, but then she heard the trunk release, and the rustling of unknown objects. “Sir?” she piped up without thinking as her nerves got the best of her. The trunk was closed with a distinct thump, and the engine shut off once more. She heard Daniel’s footsteps approach her, and then his sigh.

“I didn’t give you permission to speak, bitch.” He grabbed her violently by the shoulder, making her jump, and spun her around. Her eyes opened just in time to see his hand in the air, a split second before his palm met her cheek. She screamed. Though her cheek was on fire, her pussy gave a little spasm of desire. His power was having a wholly unprecedented effect on her. She was enjoying this, despite how strange and frightening it all seemed at the same time.

Taking her by the throat, he dragged her to the hood of the car and turned her to face it. Standing behind her, his erection against her the curve of her ass again, he bent her slowly forward until her face was pressed hard against the metal but her feet remained on the dirt so her ass was thrust in the air. For a moment, he backed away, and she felt empty again, needing the feel of him and his control. But a second later, something roughly textured found her wrists—rope, that they’d had sitting in that trunk since forever. As it tightened around her and he knotted it, Jennifer let out another moan of desire. “Oh god,” she breathed unconsciously.

“That’s it,” he growled. “What do I have to do to teach you, you fucking slut?” Her heart hammered painfully against the hood of the car, and her arm muscles ached as they were finally done being tied behind her back. He stepped back again, and she heard his belt being unbuckled. Her pussy was already so wet—she wanted him right then and there. She was so ready. She squirmed a little in anticipation, but as Daniel would have it, she was not to have what she wanted. He held her hips still with one hand while the belt slid from its loops, echoing threateningly in the surrounding nothingness.

Once she was still, his hand on her hip slid down tenderly over the sweet curve of her ass. Her eyes rolled in her head, and she fought back a moan as his fingers trailed down the backs of her thighs until they reached the hem of her skirt. He pulled it up, bunching it at her waist before tugging her panties down and ordering her to step out of them. He spread her legs for her forcefully, and her heart thudded as she realized that her ass was bare to him in the open summer air.

And then, before she knew what was happening, the belt snapped, and her ass cheeks burned. “Oh god!” she screeched, and tears welled in her eyes, which she clenched tightly to shelve the pain. He did it again, and the reverberating slap of the belt sent another gush of agony through her—but like an exciting side dish, pleasure seeped from her pussy at the same time.

“I thought I told you not to speak unless directed, bitch!” He whipped her again, hard enough this time to elicit tears from her. A sob escaped her as the sting spread through every nerve in her quivering body. “Now,” he said breathlessly in a low grumble, “every time you disobey me, you will be given another three lashes. Is that understood, slut? You may answer.”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she croaked tearfully.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now get on your knees.”

Jennifer slid from her position to the ground, the hard dirt biting her naked knees and making her feel like she needed a shower. Daniel took her head in his hands, dropping the belt quickly as he brought her face to his crotch. He unzipped his pants—a small gesture of kindness—before releasing his wonderful cock and shoving it towards her. Without being told, knowing how much he loved her mouth, she let the head slip between her hungry lips. God, she loved his cock so much. She loved the feel of it inside her, she loved the taste of it, and she loved the power she had over him when she caressed it with her tongue this way. It was tricky maneuvering herself without her hands, but she also found it deliciously frustrating not being able to touch him the way she wanted to. It turned her on. Daniel’s fingers entangled themselves in her long, wild hair, and began to mercilessly fuck her mouth. She gagged as he struck the back of her throat, and struggled as she felt like she was going to choke, but she could not get free. He continued to force himself inside her, and it was all she could do to continue her tongue’s skilled movements with his hard shaft this deeply inside her mouth.

After several agonizing thrusts, he finally pulled out, groaning with pleasure. He let her go, and she fell forward in the dirt and coughed heavily, a string of saliva falling from her shining lips. She spit onto the ground, feeling like she was going to both hurl and cum right then and there. Dear god—what was wrong with her? She couldn’t believe how hot this was getting her.

Sputtering and heaving on her knees that way, with her face in the dirt, she must have looked appealing to him, because he suddenly fell to his knees behind her. One hand befell her still-stinging ass cheek with a resounding smack, and she squealed again. She bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying out “No! Stop! It hurts!” His slick cock was pressed eagerly against her bare ass, screaming silently its desire to enter her. She didn’t say anything, but arched her back and spread her legs, offering herself to him. The head of his rock hard dick nudged against her dry, untried asshole. She had not been expecting that. But she did not protest. Would he have allowed her to protest, anyway? He squeezed his excellent girth inside, just past that painfully tight ring of muscle, and paused. “Do you not want me to, baby?” he asked, his voice shockingly sweet, like the Daniel she knew.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks, though she was no longer sobbing. They were silent tears. “Yes,” she admitted shamefully as the pain became too much.

To her great relief, he slipped out immediately. Soreness was already spreading, but she barely had time to relax because he slapped her ass once more. “Yes what, bitch?” He picked up the belt again.

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