He had pinned her into the corner, the rough plywood surrounding the yard scraping against her back.

Okay, Melody, it’s time for you to fucking give it up. He pressed his mouth roughly against hers, probing its vulnerable recesses with his tongue.

She screamed against his tongue, trying to push him away. He was bigger, stronger by half than she. He pressed his body hard against hers, releasing her from his violent kiss. She opened her mouth to scream, but the man quickly clamped his hand hard over her mouth, the other squeezing the arteries at the side of her long, elegant throat.

“Melody, here’s how it is going to be,” he snarled. “I know you love to fuck. You’ve been cock-teasing me with stories of your sex life for three years. You know I want you, but you’re saving me for ... what? When you’re old and nasty, and no one wants you? No chance, my beautiful, blonde bitch. I’m getting mine now, while it’s still tasty. Behave, and you’ll take away a hot memory to dine on when you get old. Struggle, resist, and this could be a very long night.” He roughly pulled his hand from her throat as she limply sagged to the ground.

She awoke on her back, dimly aware that the pillows under her were soft and comfortable. As she came more fully awake, her predicament became as clear as the dull throb of blood coming back into her brain.

She was on a large bed of black lacquer in a stark white room. A number of softly colored lights illuminated the satin surface of the lady and bedclothes. She was cushioned with fluffy satin pillows from her head to her butt.

Her legs were bound to a mahogany pole spanning the width of the sumptuous bed. The pole was suspended on three bright brass chains, raised to a level two feet above the bed; Melody’s legs were raised from the bed and splayed open.

She was collared, the three-inch-wide leather snug around her throat. A slender leash of black leather traveled from the collar midway to the middle of her back, where her wrists, encircled with three-inch leather cuffs, were joined.

Her arms were tightly pulled behind her. The result was a forward thrusting of Melody’s large, succulent tits. They were fabulous for a woman of her thirty-ish years.

He was amused to note the roll of baby fat that was revealed by Melody’s unusual posture. That’s fine, he grinned. Imperfections are perfect.

She again tried to scream. Damn the cursed ball-gag! She could only manage to produce a muffled, “Mummf-f” sound, and she soon gave up trying. Instead, she focused her attention on her captor. Her friend. The guy she always saw as old, harmless, and impotent. She was completely his now, and as she became fully aware of him, a mixture of fear and arousal shot through her lush body. He was her friend, right? “I mean, he is a pervert and all that, but he won’t hurt me, right? He’s hugged me, told me he loves me, desires me, and respects me. He listens. He can’t hurt me.”

These thoughts were interrupted by his voice.

“Ah, alive, alert, awake, and enthusiastic! Just what I like to see. Melody, darling, it will do you no good to scream, as this room is completely soundproof. I’d like to take your gag off and give you something to drink. We’ll moisten your mouth, and you can make any useless pleas you please.” He chuckled. “Oh, but if you do decide to scream, you will be severely punished. Are we clear?”

She glared sullenly at him but nodded quickly. She was thirsty; her jaws ached from the big purple rubber ball wedged into her mouth, and she knew she could talk her way out of this.

Her captor strode to the head of the ornate bed and tenderly removed the purple ball-gag. Melody worked her aching jaws for a moment, then gratefully took a sip of cold water through the proffered straw. Again she glared up at her captor. “What the hell, Paul!” she exclaimed, “You have no right to do this, you fuck!” He grinned back at her. “Perhaps not, Melody. You’ll remember, however, that I told you this would happen. I told you years ago that I’d take you if and when I wanted you. You didn’t believe me capable of that back then. Do you now?”

Melody glanced quickly around the room, seeking a means of escape and finding none. Aside from the bed, the room was furnished with a variety of restraints and shackles, an odd-looking padded bench, a washbasin, and toilet. To her horror, Melody also noticed the two video cameras on sturdy professional-grade tripods. He was capturing the scene for his later amusement. “Let me go,” she said evenly, “and I’ll never report this to the police. Nobody will ever have to know that you kidnapped me. I promise not to tell. We don’t have to do this, and you’ll at least have some hot video of me in bondage ... isn’t that enough?”

The man laughed loudly. “No, darling. It’s not nearly enough.” He moved to the foot of the bed and ran a hand softly up her inner thigh to her pussy. An electric charge shot through her as he gently probed at her sex, and she was mortified to realize that she was becoming increasingly wet. He grinned. “See? I knew you’d enjoy this! Your hot little pussy is getting all creamy. You’re such a horny little slut!” He bent his mouth to capture her juicy sex.

Melody had never really enjoyed having her pussy eaten; most of the men with whom she had been hadn’t really understood her rhythms and responses, many had been clumsy. Now for the first time in her thirty-one years, this man was setting her erogenous zones ablaze with his talented mouth! She strained against her bonds, crying out her pleasure as he probed her recesses with his torrid tongue. Damn! He was good! The third orgasm caused Melody to rise from the bed, bucking her hips in a vain attempt to push her crotch into her tormentor’s face. He laughed at her struggle, savoring her cries of pleasure. He began to probe at her sopping cunt with one elegant finger, driving her quickly over the brink of another climax. He then inserted a second finger, then a third. Melody bucked wildly against her bonds, screaming her pleasure and frustration. She again came violently, as he suckled at her throbbing clitoris, shoving three fingers deep inside her.