Free Deviance Becomes Her by Mallory West Page B

men gathered about her, poking and probing her gaping wet slit. She was trying to scream, but her throat was too raw, so all she could do was gasp harshly. The men’s fingers pulled at her full, rounded tits, pinching the clamps even harder, actually making her bleed in their fierceness. These men were no longer civilized.  
      A piece of furniture, similar to a large coffee table, was pushed near the woman and they lifted her onto it. Her legs hung down over one end and her head hung off the other. A man grabbed and spread her legs, slipping his dick into her slippery cunt. He pumped as hard as he could, causing her body to jerk. Her tits bounced back and forth, back and forth, as he thrust deeply into her.  
    Two men pulled her arms over her head and out to the side, lifting her upper torso off the table so she could see the man plunging into her. She grinned lustily and spread her legs even wider if that were possible. Conrad knew she was slipping into madness; singsong moans escaped her bruised lips as Carlos recorded it all.  
    The man with the garrote was creeping closer behind her. Conrad held his breath; he knew what was about to happen.
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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE  
     
      Back on the Paper Tiger , early morning found Conrad starting the coffeemaker and thinking about breakfast. He decided he had better fix Pam a plate. She was probably starving. She had slept the rest of the night, although he was higher than a kite. He’d replaced her leather cuffs with regular metal handcuffs and only on her left hand.  
    He first ran to check the rotary course selector. All was well. He would have to man the boat for a while then set the autopilot back on when he was ready for her. Having that autopilot installed was like having a first mate that never got tired.  
    Yawning hugely, as the long night was catching up to him, he thought he might need to take a little nap if he wanted to play hard today. Last night was all about her, as he didn’t want to rough her up too much the first time around.  
    However, he figured, out here on the sea, time really did not matter; you ate when you were hungry, slept when you were tired, and fucked when you wanted. What better life than that? The IRS would soon be a distant memory.  
     
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    Pam woke to extreme thirst, and her eyes had trouble focusing. She was still bound to the headboard and unable to move well...but at least her right hand was free. Her body ached to stretch and turn. She didn’t know what time it was or how long she had been out. One thing she did know: her pussy hurt. She looked up to see Conrad entering the room. He carried the small wood tray in both hands and found Pam awake, trying to shake off the handcuffs he had attached to the bedpost.  
    “ Good morning…hungry?”  
    “ Starving. Smells good. What time is it?” she asked sniffing the air.  
    “ Eggs and bacon, all MRE.” He sat on the edge of the bed.  
    “ What’s that mean?” She scooted over to make room for the tray.  
    “ Meals, Ready to Eat! I have the place stocked with them so we’ll never starve.” He grinned like a shark, causing Pam’s hair rise on the back of her neck. Conrad didn’t look too stable.  
    “ Where are my clothes? Can I get up after I eat?” She hoped, as she did not want to parade around naked in front of him. She jangled the handcuffs again.  
    “ You don’t need clothes,” he replied in all seriousness.  
    “ Look—” she started.  
    “ Don’t tell me what I can and cannot do, Missy,” he interjected sternly, waving a finger in her face. “You’re in no position to argue and you’ll do as I say. I’m in charge here and if I want to fuck you, beat you, or whatever I want to do, I WILL!” he ended with a holler.  
    Right then Pam knew she was in big trouble. He was nuts. She saw insanity glowing within his beady eyes.  
    “ Where…where are we?” she asked softly, trying not to agitate.  
    “ Headed to Columbia. Come on,