It had to be over!

"I'm a little fucked out," Greg said, slipping from under her body and sitting cross legged behind her. "You still want some more cock? I could call one of the guys in here."

"No," Debby whispered, her throat raw from screaming. "I'd just like to leave."

"Hell, baby, I got all kinds of tricks planned for the weekend." Greg laughed. "You're gonna have to stick around."

"Why are you doing this to me?" Debby asked, feeling tears of anguish sting her cheeks.

"You know, chick," Greg said, an edge of steel in his tone, "the whole time I was in the joint, I'd lay awake at night and think of the things I was gonna do to you. At first, I thought I'd just beat the shit out of you. And then I got to thinking. No, I'll just make her pay real slow. I got this weekend planned like a fucking rocket launching."

"Oh, God, help me," Debby prayed softly. "I can't take anymore. I'll die, I know I will."

"OK, whore, let's get those ropes off you," Greg said, reaching for her wrists.

She was almost certain that if he untied her, he would only tie her up again, probably do something even more horrible, if that were possible.

"On the floor," Greg said, pushing her roughly off the bed. "On your fucking all fours, bitch!"

Again he placed the rope on her body. This time, however, he made a noose and slipped it around her neck. He pulled it tight enough to cause a burning pain in her throat, but not tight enough to cut off her air or cut into her flesh.

"What… now?" she asked, choking, her eyes filled with tears.

"You're gonna trot alongside me, baby," Greg said, kicking her on the ass, "because you're my pet pig. And when I say, 'here, piggy', you're gonna squeal just like a pig."

"Squeal?" Debby cried.

"Hell, oink, I don't care. Do whatever pigs do, that's all." Greg laughed. "Now, let's go, piggy. I want to show you off to my buddies."