She reached around his body and gripped his buttocks. She pulled his body into her face. She found her passions growing. She wanted him to fuck her face. It no longer mattered to her that he'd struck her a few times.

All that mattered was trapped between her ruby-red lips. She was sucking cock. She was giving him a blow job that was so exciting she was beginning to pant and sweat with the strain on her body.

As the black silk of his trousers slipped under her fingers, another blow knocked her sprawling.

"Don't touch me with your hands. Your filthy hands will soil me! I warned you!"

Before Susan knew what was happening, her hands were tied behind her back with a short length of twine. The coarse string cut into her wrists. She struggled and found this only tightened the bindings to the point where her circulation was cut off.

"Why are you doing this? I… I'll do anything you want!"

"Silence!" he roared. "You are a cunt, a whore, a bitch who will only speak when her master speaks first! For your transgressions, I must discipline you!"

He took the end of the pool cue out of his carrying case and thwacked it a few times across the palm of his hand for effect. He smiled slightly as he saw her eyes widen in terror.

Without a word, he lifted her and dumped her over the back of a straight wooden chair. He ripped away her jeans until only smooth, curvy white ass flesh was exposed. By this time, the teenager was quietly sobbing.

He took no notice as he stroked over the warm flesh.

She trembled. Whether it was with fear for what he might do to her or whether it was something else, she couldn't tell. But she was definitely frightened of the man in black.