"No, no, not like that," he said, "You can give me a better pose than that. How about stretching out kinda sexy like? You know, like in the girlie magazines."

Ginny followed his instructions, and sprawled across the sofa, first brushing off the dust before she allowed her bare flesh to touch the tattered upholstery. She leaned back against the opposite arm, propping her head there, both hands at her sides. He suggested she turn slightly on one side, and she obediently shifted her weight so she faced the camera, her flesh tingling as the camera lens aimed straight at her unclothed form.

"Put one leg over the other... I want to see some of that nice inner thigh in the shot."

Ginny obeyed, and readjusted her long, bare legs, tiny strands of soft pubic hair visible from between her slim thighs. Marty smiled his approval, "Yeah, honey... right there. That's perfect. Now hold it!"

He snapped one shot, popped in another flashbulb, and changed angles for a second photograph. Ginny was crimson with embarrassment, praying for this sickening humiliation to end. But his second shot became three, then four, and five.

"Please Mr. Bondman... You have enough pictures. Can't we stop now?" pleaded Ginny, sitting up on the sofa, her long legs clamped together futilely. She started to fold her arms across her bulging breasts again, but it felt foolish, so she let her arms fall to her sides.

Marty placed the camera on his desk and came toward her, his eyes telegraphing his intent as obviously as flashing billboards.

"Mr. Bondman... Mr. B-Bondman... p-please... don't look at me like that. You're frightening me..."

Marty laughed menacingly. "Frightening you!? Me? Come on, baby... You've got nothing to be frightened of. Not from Marty Bondman."

Ginny squirmed against the cushions of the sofa, vainly trying to cringe away from this awful, frightening animal leering at her like she was so much buyable merchandise.

She tried to swing her naked legs off the sofa as he sat down beside her, but he grabbed her quickly by both ankles and shoved her back at his side.

"Now... Please, no! Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" she screamed.

"Go ahead and scream your fucking head off, bitch! It's after five now, and there's nobody on this floor except you and me," sneered Marty. His fingers were already unfastening his belt, a move that immediately caught Ginny's frightened eyes.

"What are you doing!? What are you doing!?" She grabbed the back of the sofa and attempted to pull herself up onto the high arm, but he grabbed her legs and pulled her easily back to his side.

"You're not going anywhere honey," smirked Marty, his belt undone and his pants half-open at the top of his zipper, "You wouldn't want to run off and leave me all alone, now would you, bitch? I've got a little somethin' here for you. Seein' as how your old man's been gone for seven months, I thought you could use a little of this to tide you over till he gets back."

"Don't talk like that, please... you're frightening me... Please!" begged Ginny, her eyes clouded with tears.

Marty squeezed her calf firmly in his strong, confining grip, holding her effectively, and yanked his zipper all the way down with his free hand.

"Here you are, sweetheart," he said, "Just what you needed, huh?" He reached inside like he was probing deep in a grocery bag, and pulled his thick hose of a penis out in the open. It flopped over his zipper in a rubbery, bulky knob, the tip slowly swelling in size as it hit the open air.

Ginny shrieked with terror as the heavy-set man's penis was suddenly cast before her, "Stop it, Mr. Bondman! Stop it or I'll scream... I'll scream, I mean it!"

Marty only grinned, and grabbed both her trim ankles, pulling her further down onto the sofa, her head now clear of the padded arm. She reached behind, and struggled to get a firm grip on the sofa arm, but Marty slapped her hands back to her side. "Now you behave yourself, little lady, or you'll wish you had when I've finished with you."

Ginny shook with unbridled fear and revulsion as the balding, squat man rose to one knee, dropping his pants and rumpled under shorts to mid-thigh. She could now see all of his bulky, thick cock and his huge balls, dangling like two leathery bulbs beneath the short, stubby knob of his prick.

Marty could see her sizing him up, making all sorts of appraisals of his manhood, and it made him laugh to know what thoughts must be running through her mind right at this moment. They all looked at him this way -- at first. Maybe his little pumper wasn't much to look at now, but he knew what surprises it had in store for this snooty little bitch! She thinks she's too good for the likes of me, I'll bet... Baby, what a surprise you've got coming! I'm gonna pump you up like a basketball. You'll be begging for it before I've finished with you, bitch!

He couldn't help grinning as he looked over his find, taking in her youthful, perfectly ripened loveliness. She was like a juicy, fresh-picked peach -- all naked and inviting, lusciously perched on a pedestal, awaiting his touch, his mouth, his lips.

He lifted one knee awkwardly, almost losing his balance, and shoved it between Ginny's bare hip and the back of the sofa, edging her away from the cushion until he straddled her securely, pinning her flat down on her back like a helpless insect.

Ginny squirmed to escape him as he raised on one knee and yanked his pants down over his ankle, over his already bare foot, taking advantage of his momentary clumsiness. But Marty was way ahead of her; he pinned her instantly with one hand right in the middle of her smooth, flat belly, tightly smashing her against the sofa as he pulled his pants free of his other leg and tossed them on the floor beside him.

Her body's strength to resist now weakening, Ginny pleaded helplessly for him to leave her alone, her mind a whirling, half-dazed windmill of fear and humiliation.

Oh, God, Please... Don't let this awful thing happen to me! Please... I'll never be able to look Fred in the face again! Oh, please, help me... Help me! I couldn't live with the shame of this horrible nightmare!


Chapter 2

"Please, Mr. Bondman, please! You can't... you just can't!" Ginny wriggled helplessly as he held her pinned tightly to the cushions, squatting victoriously over her writhing young body, his immense balls brushing her flat, smooth belly, his thick knob of a cock beginning to swell and harden as it dangled from beneath the roll of obscene fat that circled his hairy abdomen.

"C'mon, honey, stop playing hard to get," leered Marty, gripping his hardening prick in his right hand. "You and I both know you want it, so why don't we quit playing games?"

"No! You've got it all wrong," cried Ginny, her eyes wide with fear. "I don't want to! I don't!"

Bondman eased his bulky form forward, sliding his naked crotch over the young girl's belly until his heavy balls dangled right between her bulging, quivering breasts. Her pink, crinkly nipples jutted straight up at him as he looked her over, and the soft curve of her tits rested against his thighs as he straddled her, pinning her between his thick legs as he knelt on the sofa cushion.

He pushed the fleshy, soft mounds of her ripe breasts tightly together with his thighs, squeezing the rubbery trunk of his throbbing prick between her warm, resilient tits. A barely audible sigh of pleasure escaped his lips as he felt the soft, yielding flesh of her young breasts caress the sensitive length of his rapidly swelling shaft, urging the slumbering beast into purple, blood-filled hardness until the swollen bulbous tip poked stiffly against her chest, hidden between the soft mounds of her bare breasts.

"That's it, old boy... Just keep growing like that, harder and harder... thicker and thicker... we'll show this young uppity bitch a thing or two!"

Suddenly, his rigid spear sprang from its hiding place between her fleshy mounds, and shot out like an arrow from his flabby, hair-covered loins. Still gripping it tightly in his right hand, he pulled back the sheath of flesh that covered the purple, throbbing head, and it poked free with a moist plopping sound. He squeezed the hard shaft of his penis tightly, and the bulbous tip swelled with deep purple fullness, distending until it was twice its normal size, and pulsing with eagerness just a few inches from Ginny's frightened eyes.

Tears trickled from her closed lids as she struggled vainly to shut out this awful, degrading nightmare she found herself trapped in. She hoped -- she prayed -- for a miracle; that this horrible moment might end as suddenly as it had begun. But she knew it was hopeless -- she was completely at the mercy of this drooling madman, and whatever he wanted of her, she would have to surrender. Her mind reeled at the thought of ever facing Fred again; how could she even look him in the eye after this!

"Oh, please, Mr. Bondman! Please... just let me get dressed and go... We'll forget all about the job. Just let me go. Please!"

Marty grinned with a leer that covered his whole flabby face.

"You can go, sweetie. And the job's yours."

Ginny opened her eyes, nearly afraid to believe her own ears.

"What did you say? Did you mean it!?"

Marty aimed his huge swollen shaft at her face like a weapon. "Sure, baby... Just as soon as you suck my dick. Suck it real good just one time, and the job's yours."

It took a full second for his words to register on her twisted, confused brain, but when they did, they slammed into her like a ton of steel. "No! No! You're out of your mind! I won't do it! I won't!" she screamed, struggling with all her strength to free her naked body from his viselike grip. But his thick, hairy thighs pinned her like glue to the sofa -- she was powerless to escape him no matter how hard she tried.

Then she remembered something she'd learned from an ex-Marine she'd once dated -- hit him where he was most vulnerable. Gritting her teeth and summoning all her meager courage, she slammed her tightened fist into his balls with all her strength, smashing her hand all the way into his crotch.

"Aaaaagggghhhh!" he gasped, clutching at his painfully throbbing testicles with both hands, releasing for an instant his grip on her.

But that fleeting instant was all Ginny needed. Like a serpent, she slithered quickly out from under the awesome weight of the naked man and flung her legs toward the floor.

Snapping to her feet, she grabbed her clothes and bolted for the door, trailing undergarments behind her in a mindless dash for safety. Nothing mattered except getting as much distance between him and her as she could.

Nearly stumbling as she cleared the worn carpet and reached the closed door in three bounding leaps, Ginny reached for the doorknob... Locked!!

"You stupid goddamn bitch!" roared Marty, still clutching his pained groin. "You're locked in! What'ya think about that? Maybe you're not as smart as you thought, huh? You could have gotten out easy, but not now. I'm gonna fix you good for this!"

He staggered clumsily to his feet and came toward her, his eyes squinting with menacing viciousness. "You goddamn teasing little bitch! Come here!"

Ginny was too frightened to run; she cowered before him, awkwardly covering her sparse, dark V-shaped mound and the pink points of her young breasts. "Please... p-p-please... I'm sorry... I didn't mean it... please," she whimpered weakly, her lips trembling as she spoke.

"And you can cut out that shit, too," muttered Marty, grabbing her by the wrist and shoving her roughly back toward the sofa. "Get over there!" he bellowed.

Ginny sat timidly on the edge of the sofa, her knees clamped in ludicrous modesty as the naked, stubby man advanced on her. Her arms were folded across her chest.

Marty grabbed her painfully by the shoulder, squeezing the tender flesh in his tight grip, and shoved her to the floor in a kneeling position. Ginny offered no resistance; she had learned her lesson, and she couldn't afford to enrage him any more than he already was.

He pulled her head toward his brushy loins, smashing her face flat against his limp cock.

"Mmmmmmffff..." She could barely open her mouth to speak, as he held her crushed against his prick, her lips touching the smooth rubbery head of his manhood.

Her stomach tightened nauseously as she tasted the salty tanginess of his prick crammed against her quivering lips; she'd never touched a man's penis with her lips, not even Fred's. It was something that had never come up in their lovemaking; maybe if they'd been together longer before he had to go overseas it might have been different. The burning knot of nausea in her stomach grew larger and threatened to make her violently sick, but she fought it bravely, determined not to add to her humiliation. Tears of abject degradation and helpless surrender streamed down her flushed cheeks as she realized she was about to be forced to do this lurid act with a total stranger; with Fred, in their own lovemaking, it would not have seemed so despicable. But with this awful, filthy man it became an act of total debasement, beyond anything she would have dreamed possible.

"You know what to do with it, baby," growled Marty, gripping her shoulder-length auburn hair tightly between the fingers of both his hands and twisting until her mouth opened in searing pain. "Suck it, cunt! Suck it! Suck it real good, and use that sweet little tongue of yours to clean it nice and slick."

Ginny tried to beg one last time for mercy, but when her lips parted, his bulky cock was quickly shoved between them, filling her tiny mouth with its fleshy length. He rammed it forward with a sudden snap of his pelvis, and her cheeks hollowed to accommodate its full size as it began to swell and harden quickly in the warm, wet confines of her mouth.

"Lick it clean, bitch!" he ordered, "Lick it till it's nice and hard. And if you're real good, you'll get an extra treat." She glanced up at him with soulful, pleading brown eyes, but the menacing smirk streaked across his face told her there was no hope left.

Instinctively, she tried to keep her tongue from touching his obscene member, but she found it impossible as the thick shaft continued to swell in the warm moistness of her mouth.

His fingers tightened once again in her thick hair. "Lick it, I told you! Lick it real nice!"

Timidly, Ginny touched her virginal tongue to the throbbing head of his fleshy cock, afraid of what response it might bring. She sickened at the mere thought of his hot, seething semen emptying into her throat -- she tried to keep those thoughts out of her mind.

Filled with hot blood, the swollen knob grew even larger as her tongue reluctantly caressed the thick length of his prick, swirling it in the warm juices of her mouth.

As it seemed to grow ever longer and thicker, Ginny was suddenly terribly frightened. And this time her fright was very physical and very real.

It's going to choke me... I know it will! This horrible thing will go right down my throat and I won't be able to breathe!

Without a hint of warning, Marty suddenly pulled his long, heavy prick from Ginny's ovaled lips with a quick jerk of his loins. Ginny looked up at her captor with wide-eyed wonderment as his long shaft slipped from between her moist, clasping lips in a gleaming, hard length that amazed her when she saw how much her untried mouth had been able to contain.

"Surprised, bitch?" sneered Marty, holding his huge cock in his left hand so that the distended tip brushed her lips. "Well, don't be. I just decided I'll take a rain check on my blow job. You've got some nice little pussy between those pretty legs of yours, and I aim to have me some. What'ya say, you gonna do it my way, or have I got to get rough?"