"Please, Max, don't do this. I swear I don't know what I've done to…"

"You got a fuckin' noisy mouth. Baby, I don't know what the fuck I ever seen in you back at the bar 'cept a damned good body and a hot cunt," he said, his thick lips curling up into a curling up in a sick looking smile.

Linda shivered with revulsion. What had she seen in him? He certainly wasn't particularly handsome. But there was an aura about him, a feeling of brutal masculinity that appealed to her. She'd gone out slumming that night just for fun with several of her daring friends and had found Max, found him the way someone finds a pet. In the beginning Linda thought she could tame him, keep him for her peculiar needs then discard him. But soon the woman discovered discarding Max wasn't all that easy.

The unhappy woman was tugging at the steel bands on her wrists. Panic gripped her by the throat, choking off her breathing. She was trapped, helpless in these handcuffs. What was he planning to do to her? The possibilities terrified her.

"Max, don't do this. Please, I'll pay you anything. I swear I'll pay you money. You say you need it. I'll…"

"Jesus Fuckin' Christ, stop that damn yammerin'," he shouted impatiently, pulling a length of rope from his pocket.

Linda's eyes widened as she saw him stretch out the rope, loop the end and slide it over her head. She started screaming, moving backward, trying to turn around and kick him in the balls.

Max kicked her back, stepping several times on her feet with his boots, laughing at her pain and degradation. When her screaming tired him, the big trucker brought some pressure to bear. Linda's face reddened as the rope cut off blood. She struggled, nearly losing her balance as she toppled toward the bed. Her tits slapped together while her legs flailed wildly under her. Her eyes bulged while gagging, choked sounds came from her mouth.