He bent over, pulled one of the drawer's open and reached in. Slowly, he closed the drawer, and as he turned around, Susan saw a strange object in his hand. It was part of a broom handle about three feet long. On the end of the handle there was a round, solid ball.

The man stepped back to the edge of the cot. He looked down at the sexy body. "You are going to give me a blow-job. You're going to willingly open those pretty lips of yours and suck my cock into your mouth until I fill it with my delicious cum."

"You're crazy! No way! Never!"

"Tell me you want to suck my cock like a good little whore."

"Never!" Susan yelled.

The man brought the broom handle down, driving the ball straight into the pit of her stomach.

"Unh… unh… unh!" Susan gasped for air, but before she could refill her lungs, the ball had pounded into her again. Susan cried out just before the room went black.

Susan shook her head from side to side, trying to escape the terrible ammonia smell. As her eyes opened, she saw that the man was sitting on the bed, and just as soon as he saw she was conscious, he stood up.

"Beg to suck my cock," he said as he raised the weapon over her body again.

"No, no, please!" she cried.

The ball came swiftly down.

"Aiiiieeeee!" she screamed. The ball had slammed smack down on the center of one bra-covered tit, squashing it, flattening it. The pain drove deep into her tit-flesh, into her chest, filling her entire upper body.

"Beg," the man said as he raised the ball above her left tit.

"Please, please, please, let me suck your cock! I'll do it… I'll do it, just don't use that this on me again!"

"Too late!" The ball comes smashing down. "Nooooo! Oh! Nooooo! Please; please let me suck you off! Fuck my mouth with your cock, please!" she moaned as the pain flowed through her body.