Integrity Has No Bounds (7 page)

He used his leather belt like a whip over her
back and exposed skin. Her legs and ass got the worst of it, but
she screamed behind the sweaty kerchief, feeling like he was gonna
kill her. It was the worst beating she’d ever had, and there was no
escaping the pain he was inflicting. Usually when Donnie got
enthusiastic, she found that spot in her mind to drift to. The way
he was stroking that belt in different spots prevented her
escape.

He dropped the belt and slapped her ass with
his palm. “That is fuckin’ beautiful, damned if it ain’t. Your ass
is as red as a black cherry and twice as tempting for me. Gonna
have to fuck it, you might want to relax it, bitch, your cunt’s as
dry as a fuckin’ prune now, and I ain’t taking the time to give it
any pleasure right now, that’ll come after.”

He leaned down and she felt his tongue
stabbing at her asshole. His fingers on each hand were pulling her
cheeks apart and the thumbs were digging into her abused cheeks. He
let go and moved away from her for a few minutes and she could hear
him rummaging around for something. He came back, and poured
something over her ass and into her slit. The maniac laughed while
he was doing it.

“That’ll make sure your dry ass won’t take
the skin off my prick.” He shoved a finger into her hole and she
shrieked, he added a second finger and she got louder, and tried to
scoot away from that burning ache.

“I like hearing you making that noise, you
just keep on makin’ it.” He pulled his fingers out of her hole and
stuck his prick at the little hole that was puckered tight, trying
to keep him out. “Here we go you little slut, you love this as much
as I love givin’ it to you, your asshole’s fuckin’ tight, makes my
prick want to try to find the bottom of it.” He worked his hips
side to side to send every inch of his cock as deep as he could
get. It took a bit of work, but he laid claim to her asshole and
laughed while he drew halfway out, then slammed his hips into her
cheeks. “You whore, I can feel you squeezing my prick.”

He had to be nuts, she tried to squeeze the
thick dick in her ass to pinch that fucker off, but that was not
gonna work. Her screams got her nothing but a sore throat and a dry
mouth. She could only try to breathe through it around the rag in
her mouth and the snot dripping from her nostrils. After a few
strokes, the burning pain was replaced by a new feeling, and she
gasped, oh fuck, yeah, each deep stroke slid over nerves that she’d
never felt before, and she couldn’t believe how good it felt when
he was deep inside. She was heading toward the strongest orgasm,
oh fuck
, she moaned as white hot fog seemed to take over her
brain, and her asshole clenched rhythmically on his prick.

“That’s it you dirty slut, you feel it, don’t
you? I can feel your ass grabbing at my cock. Now you know what a
lucky bitch you are, don’cha. I’m ready to hose your ass full of my
jizz you dick whore,” he yelled as the cum pulsed out of his prick
in her tight ass, “fuck this is the best, you ain’t never gonna
tell me no again, fuck yeah, take every fuckin’ drop.”

Tonda was shaking from the force of her
pleasure and only half of what he was saying registered in her
brain. She was busy trying to shove her ass back onto his cock to
keep him deep as she finished coming too.

His prick retreated once he’d left every drop
of his cum inside of her, and he pulled back enough to see her hole
wink at him as it slowly closed. She was still shaking and he
slapped her still red ass. They weren’t finished, and she was gonna
walk funny by the time he let her up today. He went to the small
fridge and got a beer for himself and came back to her.

“Now, I’m gonna give you a drink, and you’re
gonna do what I say, or you’ll regret it, you understand me?” Her
head bounced up and down, so he loosened the kerchief enough to let
it hang from around her neck while he held the beer can to her
lips. She swallowed the liquid steadily until he pulled it away
from her reach.

She whimpered, but kept her mouth shut. Her
ass and thighs hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, and she’d bet he’d left
marks on her back too. The ring of her asshole still stung too, but
that just reminded her of the pleasure she enjoyed.

He put the can down, and turned her over on
the table. He ended up picking her up and lying her on her side
before rolling her onto her back and pushing her thighs apart as
wide as her bonds allowed.

He was still wearing that grin with the
intent look in his eyes, and she wondered what he was planning to
do. She glanced down and saw that his prick was still soft, so he
wasn’t in any shape to fuck her, but she wasn’t banking on anything
with Donnie’s mood today. She got an inkling when his fingers
started pushing inside her pussy, and his words confirmed her
fears.

“You thought I forgot that you needed to be
schooled for being a dick teasing cunt, didn’t you? I don’t fuckin’
forget, bitch. Your pussy is soakin’ wet, I bet my whole damned
hand would fit in this hole, wouldn’t it?” He added another finger
and worked her into opening enough for his pinky finger to slide up
in beside the rest of his digits. Next he added his thumb tucked
under the first two, then pushed steadily while her eyes widened
and she rolled her head from side to side. “You like this too,
don’cha, you’ll be begging for my whole fuckin’ hand, bitch, I told
you so, it’ll happen.” His knuckles pushed through fast once he
pushed hard and steady enough to open her up, and he loved seeing
her legs tremble as he backed his hand up half an inch and steadily
pushed it back into place, letting her cunt suck up another inch of
his hand. It was fuckin’ hot to see her cunt take whatever he
decided to give it.

She was squirming around and he was getting
impatient to see his wrist hanging from her hole, so he used his
free hand to slap her clit. “You better stop that shit, you manage
to wiggle my hand out of this hole I’ll get a fuckin’ baseball bat
and shove it up inside your fuckin’ cunt, you got that?”

Her nodding head and whimpers assured him
that she would behave from now on. He pushed with more pressure and
his hand disappeared completely. “I’ll be fucked, this is so
fuckin’ hot, you just wait, I’m gonna fuck this cunt with my fist
and you’ll squeal like a pig on a spit. So goddamned hot, look at
that, my whole damned hand. Ha.”

She wanted to kill him, his hands weren’t
little, and he wasn’t being gentle. He was still pushing his hand
deeper and she couldn’t help herself, she could only lie there and
let him fist fuck her. He reached over her hip and grabbed the
bottle of cooking oil that he’d used earlier and she closed her
eyes. She tried to relax, but the feeling of his fingers wiggling
around in her vagina felt creepy, and he kept pulling back, and
each time he penetrated deeper, the oil would just make it easier
for his arm to shove inside. He poured the stuff over her clit and
it ran down to surround his wrist. When his free hand began playing
with her stretched clit and the lips of her cunt, she almost came
off the table, accidently pushing his hand deeper. He started
pumping his balled up fist inside of her body and she groaned and
cried out as his knuckles punched at her cervix deep inside. When
he rotated his hand, it rubbed her g-spot. That, combined with the
clit stimulation almost pushed her over the edge again and he came
up over, between her spread thighs, to take one of her nipples in
between his teeth, and tongued the hard nub. He let one go and
snagged the other to treat it equally as harsh. She started bucking
and screaming in pleasure and he pumped his fist faster to give her
what she was looking for.

It took a bit of muscle for him to remove his
hand, but it was worth it. It was something he’d always wanted to
try with a woman, and today seemed like a good day. He used his
boot knife to cut the tape so she could sit up proper if she wanted
to. She was still lying there staring at him, and he remembered the
gag in her mouth. He took it from her mouth and untied the wet
material before tossing it in the pile of dirty clothing in the
basket in the corner.

He helped her sit up and sat in front of her
with a big grin on his handsome scruffy face. She balled up her
numb fist and sucker punched him. She didn’t try to run, or hit him
again. “I’ve never told you no, Donnie Lee, mainly because I seem
to have a soft spot for you, always have, but if you ever do that
shit again without telling me ahead of time, so I can try to get a
few drinks down to be more relaxed, I won’t be around for you to do
this shit too. And I happen to know the hangarounds are scared of
you, and a couple of the others that even I always make sure I’m
scarce when they’re here.

“I need to know that you understand me, I’ll
be gone, and you’ll wonder where I went when you can’t find another
woman to play your games with.” She kept her eyes on his and he
almost waited too long to acknowledge her warning.

He nodded his head and fingered his cheekbone
where she’d hit him a good one. “You know I get caught up in
playin’ your master, sometimes I forget you got free will to come
and go as you want.” He gave her a wink, “You got a mean damn way
of tellin’ a man that he’s fucked up though.” He patted her thigh
and stood, taking her hand and heading to the bathroom. “Let’s get
cleaned up and grab a plate of that boil, I can smell it from here
and it’s got my belly rumblin’.”

John took Stevie to town for breakfast, and
she made the comment that her ass was gonna pay for, “Being rescued
by my knight riding a black Harley.”

John grinned, but resigned himself to getting
the bagger out of the garage tonight to pick her up from the bar.
It was no hardship, each bike was his favorite in the model years.
The pleasure of riding, feeling the wind blow the fog and shit from
a tangled brain was priceless, no matter what kind of scoot a man
rode. Looking at the rectangle of leather made his nuts cringe, so
the bagger it was.

Over breakfast she asked about going to her
place. “I can run over to the gun shop and pick up something I can
handle easily, and I should be fine tonight at the apartment, you
don’t have to babysit me every night, I know it’s cutting into your
time.” When he didn’t answer her, she looked up and saw his narrow
eyed stare. “What?”

“Don’t start this shit today, you have a safe
place to go and someone to keep you from being hurt again. You want
a gun, I’ll teach you how to use one, it’s a good idea for any
woman to own her own protection if she has a need. It’s a better
idea for a woman to know how to shoot the damn thing. Fear can make
you reckless, and owning a gun is no guarantee that you’re safe.
You plan to keep it in your purse right?” At her nod, he continued.
“So what happens if your hands are full? You gonna drop what you’re
holding and fumble around in your purse for the gun? I can say with
complete confidence he’d have you down on the ground with his dick
in you faster than you can get the damn thing cocked and pointed in
his direction.”

She was frowning, thinking about what he
said, he hoped she was anyway. In his opinion women should be made
to take self-defense classes from the day they could walk and talk
at the same time. It would save a lot of lives and trouble.

“Lonnie is picking you up from here to take
you to the apartment, and you can grab what you need for the rest
of the week. Once he takes you to the bar, he’s staying, so you can
put him to work, or put him in a corner. He doesn’t let you out of
his sight, and he’s happily married so you don’t have to worry
about his big ass touching you. His ol’ lady would hand him his
junk in a blood soaked bag if he so much as looked at another woman
with interest.”

When Lonnie walked into the diner, Stevie
wondered what his wife looked like, because the man was sexy as
hell. Tall, beach bum looks with a set of the prettiest blue eyes
she’d ever seen. She looked at John’s amused smile as she took in
the sight of his mechanic.

She laughed, and winked at him. “Are you sure
his name’s not Ken?”

He shook his head and looked toward Lonnie,
“No, he’s a Lonnie, you’ll figure it out.” He made the
introductions and walked out to the sidewalk with them. “She gives
you the slip, call me, the only place she’s by herself is in the
fuckin’ toilet, you got that?” He didn’t wait for a reply, he
grabbed Stevie and laid a long sexy kiss on her lips and patted her
on the ass. “Be good and don’t give the boy a hard time.”

He mounted up, put on his helmet, and left
them standing there.

Stevie looked at Lonnie, who was looking at
the people around them. “Well I guess it’s you and me, the boss has
left the minions alone. Should we go to his place and short sheet
the bed?”

Her companion looked confused and she
understood what John had been smiling about. Shit, it was going to
be a long damn day.

*****

John headed to visit the cop shop. He wanted
a name, and since his garage worked on the cages, the cops
considered him friendly. He wasn’t a fan of cops since his stint as
one of them, but he wasn’t a hater either. They had a place and
were necessary most of the time. The ones who had their tin god
complexes didn’t last around these parts.

Jimmy Wilson was sitting at the front desk
talking on the telephone when he walked into the place. The man was
alright, a little uptight at times, but he hadn’t given him any
problems, so John treated the shorter man with the respect he
gave.

Jimmy hung up the phone and smiled at him, so
John nodded at him in greeting, neither man offered to shake hands,
the lines stayed drawn in some areas of the relationship between
the heat and the bikers.

“What can I do for you today, John? Didn’t
that hussy, Billie Sue, send the check for tuning up the
cruiser?”