"You gonna keep it shut now?" he growled, loosening the noose around her throat.

Linda nodded her head up and down, sucking in air.

He's crazy, gone crazy, she thought, not daring to say a word for fear of reprisals. She knew she shouldn't have let him in today. There was something in his eyes, something in the way he entered the house that made her fearful of her life. But she couldn't leave him outside. The neighbors would talk, and that talk would reach Janice and her mother.

Max threw her onto the bed, taking the noose off her neck and tying another loop in it. The young woman crashed face first onto the bed. The brutal trucker looped first one, then the other end of the rope around her ankles. Linda was confused, wondering what on earth he was doing to her. She felt him tightening the ropes around her ankles, then drawing her feet together and binding them tightly with a figure eight knot. She twisted her head around from the pillow, gasping in oxygen through her flared nostrils as her knees pressed in against the soft mattress. Behind her she could hear the sound of his leather belt sliding against the material of his Levi's.

"Nice, ass, real nice," he murmured, his eyes sweeping aver the full, plump round globes quivering under him. Linda let out a sharp little moan when she heard Max double the strap and slap the ends together. Her ass cheeks flinched, the globes shivering under the dim lamplight of the shaded bedroom. Max set his jaw firmly, feeling his cock stirring in his jockeys. He saw the small blonde tufts of cuntal hair curling up around her butt crack, shivering with the rest of her body. He smirked, letting the strap unfold as he drew his arm back. Linda tensed, grinding her teeth together, knowing full well what was about to happen.