Chapter 3 Strung Up and Helpless
Black Jack Slocum's eyes were on Honey like white on rice, as her dress
fell open down the front. Christ! he thought. It was almost worth it to go four
years without pussy, if this was the reward!
Honey, frightened by the menacing stranger with the gun, decided that her
best chance was to try to please him. To give him a good show, get him excited,
and then maybe she could catch him off guard. Despite her nervousness, she did
her best to smile warmly, her pink tongue moistening her full lips, her white
teeth sparkling in the sunlight. She had unbuttoned the dress down to her waist
now, but she held it together at her throat with her left hand.
Honey was standing between two of the supporting pillars of the barn.
Sunlight from a lone window high on the wall to Jack's left seemed to bathe
Honey's flesh in a soft warm glow, accenting her skin tones perfectly.
Jack could see the inner slopes of her close-set melons pressing firmly
against the gap in the fabric. Honey felt that her strategy was working. "You
don't have to hurt me, Mister," she said breathily, feeling his burning eyes on
her body. As his eyes met hers she licked her lips, and let her right hand
reach inside her bodice to cup her left breast, while her left hand reached for
the hem of the thin pink dress, and slowly lifted it, baring, inch by inch,
lovely expanses of lissome thighs.
Honey formed her lips into an 'O' as she let the fabric of the bodice fall
away a little, so that Jack could get a better look as her hand moved in slow
sensuous circles over the tempting curve of her breast.
"Do you like it when I do this, Mister?" she asked, as her feminine nails
closed on a beautiful nipple, tugging it gently, pulling it toward him.
"Yeah, baby, I like it a lot!"
Honey's other hand released its grip on the hem of the dress, and then,
using both hands, she gracefully shrugged the top of the dress back off of her
shoulders.
Honey paused then, posing her him. Jack drank in the sight almost
unbelievingly -- it was as if Honey's body had been sculpted by a god of lust.
Honey's breasts, pushed slightly together by the position of her arms, were
truly mouthwatering - large and round, ripe and juicy, topped by a pair of
prominent pink nipples. Jack could tell that Honey must have spent a lot of
time at a nearby swimmin' hole - her big jugs were tanned nearly the same shade
of golden brown as her legs, a sure sign that Honey had done a lot of nude
sunbathing. And those nips - up-tilted pinky-brown tips - half-stiffened now.
Pointing pountingly out at him from the center of perfect coral aureoles.
Black Jack's voice was thick with lust, "Don't stop!"
Trembling, Honey slowly let the dress slip from her shoulders, to fall in a
pink puddle at her feet. Only a pair of skimpy white panties adorned her
hourglass figure. Her tummy was as flat as her breasts were rounded; her waist
as slender as her hips were full. Honey turned slightly sideways, and lifted
one lovely leg up so that her pretty foot rested on a bale of hay. Jack watched
her hands come together on the top of that soft shapely thigh, and then slide
ever so slowly down its length. She bent forward as she did so, her lovely
hanging breastfruits slowly descending until her nipples, flinty hard now,
kissed her thigh.
But if Honey thought her seductive posing was going to assuage Jack's lust
for revenge, she was mistaken. Painfully mistaken.
Black Jack stood up then, stepped to his left and removed a coil of rope
from a hook on the wall of the barn. Honey could see a huge erection bulging in
his pants. But what scared her even more was the look in his eyes. Her posing
had succeeded brilliantly in arousing him. But it had failed utterly in
assuaging his pitiless black-hearted rage.
"Honey, about now, I bet you're startin' to wish to God you never turned me
in. Am I right?"
Honey searched Jack's dark eyes, hoping desperately to find a trace of
pity. But found nothing but lust and vindictiveness.
"Please, Mister. You don't have to tie me up. I won't tell anyone you were
here. Don't hurt me."
"DON'T HURT YOU!!" Jack was pissed now. "After your big mouth sent me off
to fifteen years in that hell-hole of a jail! DON'T HURT YOU!! I ate rotten
meat and wormy bread for four years, Honey, 'til I busted out of there. And
the only thing that kept me goin', was the thought of gettin' out, and findin'
you."
"Sorry, Honey, but I've got me a score to settle. Nobody rats on Jack
Slocum and gets away with it. Honey, I'm not just gonna hurt you. I'm gonna
enjoy hurtin' you."
"Stick our your hands, Honey. That's a good girl." The blonde's hands were
shaking. Jack, pleased by the obvious terror in her eyes, quickly coiled the
rope roughly around her wrists a few times, and then pulled the rope tight.
Black Jack had carefully positioned Honey halfway between two of the
upright posts that supported the roof of the barn. His next step was to throw
the end of the rope up over a rafter, retrieve it, and then pull it very taut,
lifting Honey's arms high over head, and forcing her to rise up on the toes of
her pretty bare feet. The black-eyed gunslinger then fastened the rope securely
around a hook in one of the posts.
Jack Slocum stepped back to admire the vision of femine vulnerability that
awaited his wrath. The young blonde's long tanned arm and legs were stretched to
a tantalizing tautness by the ropes that lifted her wrists skyward. The sunlight
from the window drenched her body in a golden glow.
Black Jack Slocum was a breast man. Always had been. And the best thing
about Honey's captive posture was that it lifted her remarkable, gravity-defying
melons into a truly tempting position.
But those tits weren't hers any more. They were his. Black Jack Slocum's.
His to caress. The tall gunslinger's fingers stroked, gently at first,
and then more and more roughly, the satiny curves of her succulent breasts.
His to kiss. Jack's mouth bent to encircle a rosy breast tip. As he
inhaled the delightful woman scent of Honey's flesh, his tongue lightly flicked
the tasty bud, and then Jack sucked it into his mouth for long seconds, tugging
gently at the pink crest.
His to squeeze. His hands cupped the big globes from below, his fingers
kneading the creamy flesh. Jack's dirty, jagged thumbnails scraped the pink
points of her breasts into greater prominence, smirking at the way Honey's
hardening nipples betrayed her.
Honey squirmed in shame at the lewd manner in which her female treasures
were being handled. Even so, part of her could not but enjoy the strong hands,
so much more knowing than Clem's, that stroked her flesh. After greedily
groping her tits roughly for a few minutes, Jack reached into her white panties
and felt between her legs; yes, she was damp down there. This flaxen-haired
farmer's daughter was a shameless slut at heart.
But Black Jack Slocum wasn't about to stop with kisses and caresses. The
escaped convict leered menacingly as he fondled her ripe breastfruits,
delighting in their size, their shape, their inviting warmth. They were his,
all right! His to play with. His to hurt. He could slap 'em. He could squeeze
'em in his powerful hands until she begged him to stop, and then crush them
harder still. Jack studied the fine tracery of bluish veins that pulsed just
beneath the surface of her delicious breastflesh, as he continued to consider
the possibilities.
They were alone on the ranch and there was nothing and nobody to stop him.
He could chew on her stiffening dusky-pink nipples 'til he drew blood, if he
wanted to. He could give those creamy mounds of flesh a taste of his black
leather belt and work 'em over until his arm gave out. He could tie her tits up
until they were bulging balls of throbbing pain. Every demented fantasy that
Jack Slocum had harbored in the dark corners of his mind for the last four years
rushed to the forefront of his vengeful consciousness. Yup. This blonde tease
was going to pay. She was going to pay big time. That was for damn sure! And
he was going to start with those generous jugs that pulsed in his hands with her
every apprehensive breath.
He began with a mild right-handed slap to the outside of her left breast.
Just using his fingertips. The slight blow caused her breast to jiggle just a
bit. Then, still with his right hand, he slapped the inside of her right breast,
savoring the sensation of the impact on the naked, resilient flesh.
There was no better feeling in the world than the soft, firm warmth of a
woman's breast.
Except for one. The feeling of power a man had when a nice pair of
breasts was utterly at his mercy.
Jack's hands were rough and horny from years on the rockpile. Still using
only his right hand he back-handed her right breast, a little harder this time,
his knuckles sinking in a little deeper into the juicy globe. And then he
back-handed the other tit, sending it swaying. Each time his big hands made
contact with her soft flesh, he could feel his massive cock swell in its denim
confinement . It took every ounce of his self control to keep from fucking
Honey where she stood; but he knew from long experience that the more he worked
her overr, the more aroused he'd become, and that when he finally did take her,
the deferred pleasure would be all the greater.
He paused for a moment to study the agitated rise and fall of her breasts
as her breathing became more labored. As far as he was concerned, her uptilted
coral nipple tips were an invitation to continue. And continue he did!
Jack's powerful left hand walloped her right breast again with a hellacious
smack . Honey groaned softly for the first time. And her groans were music to
his ears. His blows were harder now and louder, even though he was still using
only the last two inches of his stiffened fingers. And the creamy flesh was
pinking up prettily, he noticed. It would be a lot pinker before he was done.
And now a lefty backhander that just caught her on the edge of a lovely
pink roseate.
Smaacck! "Owwwwww!!"
Again, still harder. Her wobblers were wobbling now for sure, with every
blow. And the delicious blonde was beginning to whimper with pain.
Smacckk! A sharp right to her left breast, sending it jumping inward. And
then, SMACK! "Aaaaahh!!" Honey cried out, as she tossed her pretty head from
side to side.
SMACCKK!! An even harder shot to the right globe. Honey was gasping and
wincing with each blow now, as Jack continued to abuse her sensitive tits.
At first, though no man had ever struck her in anger before, to Honey the
slaps were more of a nuisance than anything else. But the sinister gunslinger
was hitting her harder now, and the pain was cumulative.
"How's that baby? Enjoyin' it? I sure am!"
"Please, Mister..."
But Black Jack Slocum wasn't listening.
Honey did her best to twist away from the punishing slaps, but every
movement, every wriggle of her ripely curved body served only to heighten Jack's
lust, and to whet his determination to impose his fury upon her lovely flesh.
Black Jack was using more of his hands to slap now, the entire length of
his fingers was slapping into the mouthwatering flesh. He decided to
concentrate on just her right breast for a few minutes. He hit her on the
curving inslope right-handed and then, before the bouncing tit had come to rest,
he whacked it sharply with his left, sending the shuddering globe careening
inward again just in time to receive another stiff shot from his right. Honey's
moans followed quickly upon each other now.
Then, adjusting his aim, the leering gunman decided to work on the
protruding, pouting pink points of her breasts, slapping only that inch of flesh
closest to him. Right! Left! Right! Left! Four times in quick succession, his
rigid open hand slashed the crest of her right breast . Honey was yelping in
earnest now.
"Oooh," Honey moaned, as pain coursed through her breast. "You bastard!"
"Shit, Honey, you ain't got no idea yet of what a bastard I can be! But
I'm fixin' to show you."
Jack continued by taking a step to his right, and cupping the outside of
her sweat-slick left breast in his right hand. While holding it in place, his
other arm swung and his open left hand connected crisply; Jack really enjoyed
the smacking sound his big hands made when they made impact with her tits.
Then, before she could recover her breath, he backhanded her viciously across
the center of her breast, crushing the crinkly nipple deep into the yielding
flesh. "AAAGHHH!!" She'd felt that one, that was for damn sure!
Jack had tit-slapped more than a few women in his time, but Honey was
something special. He had those big boobs bouncing, now, as he continued
spanking them. Her blonde pigtails were swinging back and forth, too, as he
whacked her glorious naked breasts --
Right! "AAUGHH!"
Left! "AGHH!! God, stop it, Mister.. Ple.."
Right! "AIEAAHH!! N-no! Please...God.. no..."
"Holler all you want, slut! Ain't nobody gonna hear you."
Left! "AAIIGHHHH!!!"
After another minute or two, though Jack paused. Honey's tits were two
round handfuls of blushing rosiness, now. Surprisingly, her nipples were still
rock hard, pointing brazenly at Jack, as if to say, "Is that all you've got?"
"Honey, I'm gonna go get my gear from my saddlebag, now. Don't run off,
now, you hear?"
Honey, still strung up like a carcass, obviously wasn't going anywhere.
Her breasts were terribly sore from their beating, but she had a sinking feeling
that things weren't going to get better any time soon.
Black Jack Slocum took a last look at his pink-breasted, sweat-streaked
blonde prisoner before he turned on his heel, and strode back outside toward
Cyclone, his black stallion.
