Jeff

Max sat beside Cindy on the sofa in the break room, her feet up on the table that just a few hours ago Jeff, Dan and Greg had roughly fucked her on. Hell, the same was true about the sofa she was sitting on, the bench in the locker room and even Normals desk. They had ran her though the entire building before dusk had broke.

"Everything cool with you and those cops?" Cindy asked breaking the silence as she finished off her lunchtime sandwich.

"It's all good," Max replied, absently looking down at the table. If only she knew. "A package I delivered was linked to a case they were working on," she lied, it was not uncommon for idiots to end up using Jam Pony as their person **** runners.

Cindy nodded, “With what happened to Greg, had me a little worried, ya'know.”

Max smiled at her friend then turned to look towards Jam Pony's loading bay door. “No worries, I got it all under control.”

Max watched the entrance as Jeff walked in towing his bike. Max smiled, watching the cops drag Greg out of Jam Pony had given her an idea how to deal with the last assailant.

"Time to get back to work," Max said and stood up. She walked past Jeff making sure he noticed her.

"Hey," he whispered under his breath.

Max turned to face him, cocked her hip out and replied. "What?"

"We need to talk."

"Talk?" she asked, she knew talking was the last thing on his mind. He had been on runs all morning and probably still had no clue what had happened to Greg or that Dan never returned from his morning delivery.

Jeff smiled, "Just come to my place after your shift okay."

...

Max parked her bike, tightening the cycling gloves she wore she grabbed her chain and threw around a lamp post just outside Jeff's house.

With a Jam Pony bag in hand she quickly made her way towards his door, it was open so she let herself in. Inside Jeff was waiting, seated at a table in his living room.

"You hear what happened to Greg?" he asked immediately.

"Only that some cops showed up and dragged him off. Normal won't tell us anymore.” Max looked around the room. The door was behind her, a few feet over was a large window that opened the room to the street. Both easy ways to escape if the needed to arise. On the table Jeff was sitting at were a few magazines, some bungee rope often used to secure packages, duct tape, and some other random supplies bikers used for repairs.

"Yeah, and Dan is missing and isn't answering his phone."

Max dropped her bag in the corner next to his shoes and coat. "So?" she asked.

Jeff looked up at her. "They're my friends."

Friends that **** her. Max shrugged, she knew exactly what happened to both of them.

"They could be both in a ditch somewhere, I couldn't care less."

"Shutup Max."

"Why, its the truth. After what they, what you did to me."

"Me?" he asked incredulously. "I didn't do anything."

Max had to laugh. "What was last night then. You **** yourself onto me. do you remember the taser?"

"The taser wasn't me, and bedsides you enjoyed it."

Max glared at him for a moment then looked past him, towards the far wall of the house. Two doors, one leading to a bathroom and through the other she could see the foot of an unmade bed. Max walked towards it, making sure to put herself between the bedroom and Jeff so the next time he looked at her he would see his bed.

"I didn't enjoy anything, or did you forget how I pleaded for you to stop??

"Only thing you were begging for is more."

"Maybe its your turn to shut up before you end up like your friends."

That got his attention. "What is that supposed to mean."

"Nothing," Max shrugged, "just that they probably got what they deserved."

Jeff shoot his head, he was tiring of this conversation. "I said shut up max. They didn't deserve anything."

"No" she responded defiantly, she bit her lip and stared at him.

"Max...” he stared back at her. He couldn't help but notice her body. She seemed to be wearing a shirt two sizes to small and no bra. Her spandex biking shorts clung to her hips and legs as if they were painted on. She looked pissed off, the same look in her eyes as she did last night. His cock throbbed in his pants.

"Fuck you," Max spat, "I'll talk when I wanna talk, why did you even ask me over here anyway, you and your buddies gonna **** me again was that it? Now that they aren't here you don't have the balls to make a move?”

Jeff buried his head in his hands. "Just be quiet." To be truthful that had been the plan, but with his two friends missing he wasn't sure what to do now.

"And if I don't, how are you gonna stop me, no taser this time Jeffery.”

There was no taser. Greg had kept that on him, but there was the bungee cord and duct tape on the table and Max made sure to let her eyes drift to them when Jeff looked at her. Subconsciously he followed her gaze before looking back at her.

"Screw this, I'm leaving," she moved towards her bag, bending over giving him a nice view of her ass in her skin tight spandex shorts.

"No," he stood, and reached for the tape, "you ain't going anywhere."

Max spun around and faced him, immediately backing up till she hit the wall. She did he best to look scared as he loomed over her.

“You ain't leaving till you admit you liked what happened to you last night.”

“Fuck off you limped dick loser.” Max pushed away from him weakly but instead of heading to the front door she backed up towards his bedroom.

Jeff pulled on the tape, unraveling a long piece. “If you won't shut up I'll make you shut up.” He grabbed Max by the arm and pushed her into his bedroom. They both paused for a moment at the end of his bed before he pushed her onto it. With tape in hand he closed it over her mouth. “There,” he said as he stared down at a wide eyed Max.

“Uh uh,” Jeff swatted Max's hands away when she tried to pull the tape off her face. Pinning her hands to her sides he rolled her over.

Max closed her eyes, her face buried into his bed as she heard the plastic scratch of more tape being pulled from the roll. She didn't fight as he rolled it around her wrists then pulled her hands together and taped them.

It was a shoddy job. The tape was too low on her hands, giving her too much leverage and he only wrapped her wrists together a few times. She knew all it would take was a moderate amount of strength and the tape would tear.

“Mhh,” she moaned into the tape and began to squirm when she saw Jeff pulling his shirt off. He dropped his pants and wrapped his hand around his hard cock.

“This is why you came here wasn't it Max? Why else would you come.” He said motioning down to his cock.

Max turned her head away as his hands traveled her the outside of her thighs. Then around her flat tummy. He dragged her shirt up. Lent in and kissed her stomach. His thumbs hooked around her shirt he continued to pull it up until her breasts were free.

He bent down taking one rosy peak into his mouth. Groaning as the nipple hardened against his tongue. He looked up at her as if he had achievement some sort of victory.

Max kicked her legs out in a failed attempt to move away. Jeff caught one leg then moved down from her tits, his hand forcing its way into her tight shorts.

He groaned as his fingers slid between her legs.

“Your soaking wet Max.” he rubbed the pad of his fingers over her swollen clit.

Max moaned and pushed her hips against her hand.

“I thought you didn't want this.”

Max whimpered half screamed into her gag and looked up helplessly.

“I don't think we'll need much foreplay do you?” Jeff grabbed her shorts, and peeled them off her skin, his heart racing as he smooth shaved snatch came into view. He couldn't wait till nail that tight little cunt of hers.

Max kicked her legs out weekly letting Jeff catch them and slide between them. His hard cock in hand he guided himself to her wet opening.

He pressed himself into her and Max froze, her eyes locking with his. Delicately, he entered her making Max cry out with pleasure.

"See," he moaned now laying on top of her. Slowly be moved his hips, "you love this Max."

He began to slowly fuck her, grinding himself into her tight needy body.

Max closed her eyes, he outweighed her by 50 pounds and was nearly crushing her. His pelvis pressed against hers putting pressure against her clit and sending sparks of pleasure up and down her body.

"Mhh," she moaned into her gag which made Jeff grin.

Wanting more Jeff ripped the tape off her mouth, and before Max could get a word in he kissed her. Forcefully pressing his tongue into her mouth, he grabbed her head with his hands and passionately kissed her while his hips sped up fucking her harder and faster.

Max moaned into his mouth, she had not expected that. Her arms strained against the tape around her wrists and she had to stop herself from breaking free and pushing him off her. Instead she pulled away gasping. After all he had done to her ir was a simple kiss from him made her ill.

Not wanting him to try again she pulled her legs around his waist and lifted her hips into him, urging him on.

"You want this Max, you wanted it last night didn't you." Jeff groaned feeling Max push back into him. Her tightness squeezing his cock, milking him with every thrust.

Max whimpered as he found his rhythm. Steady hard thrusts plunged his cock into her pussy, his cock glistening with the result of her arousal. He pulled nearly out, then drove back in, his balls slapping against Max's ass as she cried out into the gag.

"Tell me you wanted it last night. Tell me!"

Was it dirty talk, or was he actually trying to convince himself what he had his friends had done last night wasn't ****.

“You loved being fucked, tell me you did.” He whispered hoarsely into her ear.

“Fuck...” Max moaned back, her eyes fluttered. They had fucked her, used her like a sex toy. Max's hips rolled against his, her legs tightening around him, her body beginning to softly quiver. “Fuck,” she moaned again feeling warmth spread up from where his cock was inside her. She had let him tie her up, faked letting him have control but she didn't need to fake this, she never did.

“Fuck you.” She gasped as she came with a shudder. “You'll,” she gasped, “never touch,” her body lurched off the bed and into him. Her heels digging into his back as she rode out her climax. “never touch me again,”

He had slowed his pace, nearly stopped moving to watch her as she basked in her orgasm. Again he had that sick look of victory in his eyes as if had scored some great triumph by making her cum.

Max looked up at him, she could feel him inside her still hard and throbbing. She smiled, despite how much she hated him and his friends he knew how to fuck. “You better finish, it will be the last chance you have.”

Jeff bent down to nibble on her ear, slowly beginning to slide his cock in and out of her again. “Don't worry, I'm going to fuck you like this every day until I bore of you.”

Max sighed and rubbed her leg down his back. “I wouldn't be so sure of that.”