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the chain around her neck and tugged it until it was snug. As he
did so, a pulse point popped up on Rita’s neck and Tucker became temporarily
mesmerized watching it speed up. He played with Rita tightening the collar and
gradually loosening it, while watching her pulse speed up each time. As Rita
tried desperately to get her heart rate under control, she knew that there was
no way she was going to be impassive to any of Tucker’s plans for her. She was
too terrified and it was growing worse. Rita jumped when she heard Tucker test
a Taser. Turning frightened eyes on him, Tucker smiled gleefully as he clicked
the Taser on and off, watching as she jumped each time.
     
    Holding the Taser in one hand, he reached for a knife and
began cutting her clothes off. Making no attempt to be careful, he nicked Rita
several times, as he shredded her clothes. Satisfied with his work, he reached
up and yanked the remains of her t-shirt, bra and pants off. Pausing, he saw
that she was bleeding in several places. Reaching up with his hand, he flicked
each wound with his nail, opening them up a little further as Rita squirmed and
screamed behind her gag. Reaching for her mouth, he caught a corner of the duct
tape and ripped it from her mouth, taking skin as he yanked. Rita rewarded him
for his actions as she screamed. Yanking the rag out of her mouth, he patted
the side of her face.
     
    “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.” He laughed at
his own joke as he went to rummage on the other side of the cabin.
     
    He came back quickly with a first aid kit and set it
down. Opening it up, he looked through it as he mumbled to himself, “Can’t have
her bleeding too much too soon. Aha!” Tucker pulled a brown bottle from the
first aid kit. Brandishing it about, he quickly opened it and proceeded to
splash hydrogen peroxide on Rita’s cuts. As she flinched and hissed, he
chuckled. “I love it when you try to defy me by being quiet.” Slapping her
face, he smiled, “That will change soon enough.”
     
    Reaching for the knife, Tucker, cut the ropes binding
Rita’s ankles and wrists. She made small noises at the shift in circulation.
She’d been tied up so long; she couldn’t pull her arms from behind the chair
and had to let gravity slowly bring them down and to the sides. She carefully
dragged her feet forward in an attempt to change position as Tucker stood above
her. “Get up,” he growled at her.
     
    “I can’t!” Rita shot back hoarsely, “and you well know
it.”
     
    “I said, GET UP!” Roared Tucker as he grabbed her by the
hair and dragged her to a standing position. As Rita’s nerves came alive, she
cried out as her legs buckled. Unable to protect herself, Rita went crashing to
the floor as Tucker shoved her down. Rita hit the floor hard, smacking her head
and her shoulder. “Get up,” Tucker said again. Rita tried to drag her arms
around front, but the shift from numbness to pain was moving rapidly and Rita
whimpered as she tried to get her body to comply with his demands. Reaching
down, Tucker grabbed Rita by the hair and dragged her into a kneeling position.
Stepping forward, he unzipped his trousers as his cock sprang free. The recent
events had turned him on and he was more than ready for Rita to resume her
wifely duties. Holding her hair in a painful grip, he tugged her head in his
direction. “Do it the way I like it and maybe you get to keep all your body
parts.” At Rita’s gasp, Tucker shoved his cock in her mouth, choking her as he
deep-throated her. As tears sprang to her eyes, Rita attempted to accommodate
Tucker’s girth. Normally, he was easy as he generally didn’t get that hard, but
for some reason, he was rock-hard and Rita was trying to keep from throwing up
each time Tucker triggered her gag reflex. Giving up, Tucker yanked her off him
and shoved her back to the floor. “You are useless, as always,” he screamed at
her as he dragged his pants back up. “Perhaps you need some