Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes, sliding down the sides of her cheeks dripping onto the dirty mattress as she watched the man unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. The thing that caught her eye first was the huge bulge pressing at his jockey shorts, and then she noticed how filthy and piss-stained his shorts were. They looked like they had been worn for days.

The man moved to the head of the bed and unlocked the steel bracelets. As she pulled her arms around in front of her, Susan noticed how chafed and bloody they were.

"Okay, cunt, now get down on the floor between my legs. And let me tell you something before you begin. If you try to bite while sucking, I'll beat your fucking face until it looks like meatloaf."

Warily Susan climbed off the bed. Fear gripped her. She knew the man meant what he was saying. He looked like he was just crazy enough to beat her to death.

"Take it out, bitch. Take it out and kiss it," the man said as he sat there watching her.

Susan knelt down between his spread legs. She caught the smell of his crotch and the filthy odor made her feel like she was going to throw up. She kept her stomach in check and reached toward the stained shorts. Her fingers separated the slit in the shorts and reached in. She gasped as her fingers touched the huge, stiffened piece of cock-meat.

"Come on, cunt, we haven't got all day!" Wrapping her fingers around the stiff cock, she pulled it out through the piss-slit of his shorts. Her eyes bulged at the length of it. It must have been all of nine inches long. And it was so thick! She had never seen a cock so long and so thick. She saw globs of dirt clinging to the ridge just behind the smooth cock-head.

"Kiss it, cunt, right on the piss-slit," the man said.

She looked at the round prick-tip and saw a glob of white pre-cum seep out of the end of it. She knew she had to do it or suffer more pain.