Teresa was crying again, Mac rubbed his eyes and rolled out of bed. She had been with him a month and a half, and they had developed a routine. They'd had another drug fueled sex romp, this one lasting four days and now that she was sober she was regretting her actions. Every time they went down this road, she would cry, count all her new bruises and hickeys and beg him to let her go.

Mac reached under the bed and pulled out the chain he used to tie her up when she got like this.

"Give me your wrist." he held out a hand to her, beckoning with his fingers.

She had her back to him, he could see the bruises on her hips and ass, she was even skinnier now and she had new bite marks on her shoulders. She turned to him, her eyes red and swollen.

"You don't have to tie me up." she blinked at him.

Mac didn't answer, instead beckoning with his hand again, "Can I use the restroom first." she asked him.

"Fine, hurry up."

He pulled on his boxers and jeans, noticing that she had left a few marks of her own, scratch marks on his chest, hickies on his stomach. She may be the scared captive now but when she was high, she was a perfect match for him sexually.

He looked around the room for a shirt and laughed. Another perk to her drug fueled energy was a somewhat clean house, fucking and cleaning until she passed out, the place was still a shit hole but it was a somewhat neat shit hole.

"Hurry up Terry." he yelled out at her when she still hadn't come back from the bathroom. "Terry?" he suddenly stopped his search for a shirt. He'd gotten sloppy, what if she'd escaped, he hurried to the bathroom to find her holding a small piece of paper.

"Who's Lana?"

"What?"

"Lana 867-5555, Call me, Signed with a pink kiss." she handed the paper to him, her face blank.

Mac took the paper and stared at the bubbly scrawl. Lana, he didn't remember a Lana, but that didn't say much, girls came and went, well mostly they went, except Terry.

"Fuck should I know. Do you think I remember every bitch that comes my way?" he threw the paper back on the floor. "Come on."

"No."

Mac stopped short at her tone. "What?" he took a step towards her, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"No, Why keep me here? You have Lana and every other bitch that comes your way that you can't even remember. Let me go! you don't need me." she started screaming hysterically.

Mac couldn't help it, he just reacted, her high pitched voice pushing him over the edge, he lashed out and punched her. Teresa went down like a sack of potatoes, the side of her face already red, the first sign of a particularly nasty bruise forming.

"You see!" he yelled at her. "See what you made me do! Now how the fuck can I let you go bitch."

Teresa cried on the floor, pounding her small fist on the dirty yellow linoleum, "I hate you, I hate you so much."

"Yeah?" Mac snarled.

"Yes!" she screamed up at him. " I hate you!" letting her head fall to the floor, she whispered again almost to herself, "I hate you."

Mac had enough, "You didn't hate me all fucking week bitch." he stomped over to her, pulling her up by her thin arm and dragging her to the bedroom. "You were all over my cock, like the little slut you are." he threw her down on the bed, smirking when she tried to crawl away from him. "Harder Mac. Deeper Mac. Let me suck your dick Mac." he mocked her in a high pitched voice. "You jealous?" He dragged her to him by the ankle, swatting away her kicks at him effortlessly.

"Go fuck her!" Teresa screamed as she tried to land any blow she could and failing miserably. "I just want to go! Let me go!"

"I think your jealous." Mac grinned at her, pulling his swollen cock out of his jeans. "Don't worry Terry." his voice almost gentle, "you're my favorite. A man has needs and if you're not around well." he shrugged spreading her legs and pinning them open with his knees, "that's when bitches like Lina come in." he spit on her entrance as he stroked himself to readiness.

"Lana, asshole her name was Lana." she tried to sit up, but got pushed violently back.

"Whatever," he held her down by the neck forcing himself inside her.

Teresa stopped struggling once he invaded her body, she knew by now it was over, she let her body fall limp.

"Theres a good girl." Mac panted between thrusts. "You like that, Terry? I feel you getting wet." he pushed her, knowing she would do anything not to cum like this and that was ok, he didn't give a shit if she did or didn't.

Mac held back his own release as much as he could, he didn't want it to be over too soon, he loved this, having her fight and lose, making her submit. He loved it when she was a desperate slut too, bitch was the perfect entertainment.

He pounded into her, keeping his strokes hard and deep, licking her neck and whispering obscenities in her ear. Teresa kept turning her face away from him, biting the pillow to keep from making any noise. He forced her to look at him and it came as a shock when he felt her tense and then flutter around him. Teresa had cum, he let out a half laugh half groan.

"I knew you wanted it bitch." he growled letting himself finally get his own release. Teresa's only answer was another crying fit.

Mac wrapped the chain around her ankle this time, letting her have her meltdown in peace. He was hungry and he felt like partying, maybe he'd invite the gang over after he got some food. He got dressed again, this time finding his shirt folded neatly in his dresser drawer.

"Want something to eat Terry." the girl didn't answer him.

"Hey!" he slapped her thigh. "Tell me now or you don't get shit."

"A burger and a Coke." she answered him tensely.

"Be back later. unless I run into Dina." he cackled, as he walked out the bedroom door, he heard her correct him again "Lana you dick." like he was suppose to actually care.

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By the time night rolled up on his piece of shit house, a party was raging all around Mac. The place was filled with all his worthless friends and a handful of equally worthless sluts. He sat on the couch drinking whiskey and watching a couple of bitches put on a lesbo show to get all the guys all hot and bothered, it was working too. He remembered he still had Teresa chained up in the room, he could get her high and spend the rest of the night balls deep in pussy. He stood up, stumbling slightly and walked to the bedroom, holding on to the walls as he went.

The door to the room was slightly ajar leaving him frowning, he was sure he'd closed it. The sound of groaning got him moving again and he pushed the door the rest of the way open. There on his bed was John, rutting away at Teresa. Her back was arched, her legs draped over his arms as he slammed into her grunting in satisfaction.

Mac snarled and turned around, fuck that bitch, he headed straight to the girls making out on the love seat and pulled the one closest to the front door out of the house behind him. The girl came without much hassle, giggling as he led the way to the back of his truck.

"Strip bitch." he yanked at her tiny dress pulling it down to show her large fake breasts.

"Whatever you say big boy." she pulled her clothes the rest of the way off and got on her knees in front of him, working his jeans open with expertise.

"Suck it and suck it good." he spat out at her, angrily yanking her red hair to bring her mouth down over his shaft hard enough for her to choke.

He forced himself down her throat at a brutally fast pace and only stopped when, he felt himself close to finishing. He didn't want to cum down this bitches throat, he had it in his head that he was going to dump his load in a hot wet pussy and none of these bitches were going to ruin his plans.

Pulling her back up roughly he bent her over the tail gate of his truck.

"Spread them slut." he kicked open her legs roughly.

"I'm not fighting you don't have to be so.." her complaining was cut off as he slammed inside her.

"Shut the fuck up, and take this like the cum dumpster you are."

"Fuck you." the girl tried to get up and Mac slammed her face down harder.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing cunt!" he pounded into her seeking the release that would give him at least a couple minutes peace. It didn't take long before he felt his balls tighten, and a wicked idea popped into his head, pulling out at the last minute he stroked himself once and released a long stream of semen in to her hair.

The girl yelled out angrily and turned to face him, his second stream hitting her in the eye. Mac stumbled back a few steps, clumsily trying to get himself back into his pants as he watched her gasp in pain and hold her hands to her face.

"You stupid bitch!" he held his stomach, his body jerking with laughter.

The girl was screaming obscenities at him as she picked up her dress from the ground and stomped off towards her car.
Mac let himself fall into the bed of the truck, he was still laughing when he finally passed out.