"Jimmy Harold and he's…"

If Debby had thought she would have bitten her tongue before answering. Now he knew her boyfriend's name, and knowing the who shit he was, he might try to lure Jimmy over here. Jimmy could take care of himself, she was certain of that, but those characters out in the living room looked like they'd rather fight than eat ice cream, but [missing text].

"… he's spending the weekend at the lake," she added lamely, suddenly hoping he was.

"Well, we'll talk about your sweet fellow some more later," Greg said, slowly withdrawing his cock from her shitter. "Right now, I'm gonna fuck that sweet pussy of yours."

Although Debby realized she couldn't possibly experience any more pain than she had already, the thought of him fucking her filled her with loathing. Also, she didn't quite trust herself. If she could make her climax by fucking her asshole, she might not be able to hide the fact that she was enjoying it when he put his prick in her pussy.

"Haven't you had enough?" Debby said. "God, I feel all raw and bruised. I hurt."

"That's the point, you little whore," Greg said sadistically. "I'm gonna make you hurt so much, you're gonna regret the day you were born."

The relief Debby felt when he untied her was short-lived. He reattached the ropes to her wrists, then tied her hands to the headboard. When he was sure she couldn't get away, he kicked her legs apart and applied more ropes to her ankles. He tugged on one ankle until she screamed, pulling the end of the rope to an exposed wall stud.

"Ouch! What are you doing?" Debby cried.

"Just trussing you up, baby, to fuck," Greg said, walking around to the other side of the bed.

Again, Debby yelled in anguish when he yanked on the rope, causing her legs to spread out in a splits position. He then attached the end of that rope to an old heavy chest of drawers.

"OK, bitch, that looks pretty good," Greg said, getting back on the bed, kneeling near the foot. "You ready to get fucked?"