Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 2 - Sex Stories

Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 2

... forcefully back into his. He staggered a bit, but still held me tightly as he tried to walk me to the boat’s side. I drove my thumbs up and back. The left missed, sliding in futility along his cheek, but the right hit home. I gouged into his eye with all my strength. I’d rip it out—pull it from its socket-- if I had to. Few people can handle that kind of pain without reacting strongly. Tony lost his grip on me as his hands flew up to his eye. “Your body is a spring, Ty. Use it wisely.” That’s what Sensei Aoki had told me; I heard him now as clear as day. I pivoted to my left leading with my elbow. It was a savage vicious blow, connecting squarely with his jaw, rocking his head back violently. In a basketball game I’d be thrown out and suspended for sure, but this was a different game—the game of life—the game for my life! I followed with my right as my body spring unwound, recalling what Sensei had told me—“Only a fool punches with his fingers.” The heel of my hand smashed into the bridge of his nose. I could feel the cartilage and bone shatter under my blow just as I could see the blood spurt explosively onto the deck. My spring had turned completely to the left, now it turned back, the heel of my left hand striking his sternum with all the force I could generate. I was sure he’d scream if only I hadn’t driven all the air from his lungs. He staggered again and when I swung my right, the side of the hand striking his temple, Tony dropped like a rock even as the blood flowed ...

... in a steady stream, staining the deck. Looking around quickly I found what I thought I needed to finish the job I had started on Tony. There were several coils of rope hanging from a steel support. I pulled one of what seemed to be twenty-five feet of quarter-inch braided nylon from the hook. Several loops secured by two half hitches immobilized his wrists then I pulled his ankles up, tying them tightly. When I had about eight feet of rope left I looped the line between his ankles to secure the knots and pulled the rope tightly to his neck. Two quick turns again secured by a couple of half hitches and Tony was stuck. I prayed he’d struggle and strangle himself in the process. There was only one more thing I wanted to do. Checking several cabinets led me to what I sought—duct tape. I wrapped his fingers together with about a dozen turns of tape, completely eliminating any possibility of untying the knots. I tore about a foot of tape from the roll and wrapped them around his thumbs before turning to confront my grandfather. Tony may have been the instrument, but Grandpa was the bandleader—the one who was calling the shots. I hesitated at the last second, kneeling next to Tony’s inert form and pulling up his shirt. There on his stomach were two telltale rectangular bandages; I’d hit him twice in our earlier encounter. I was always a person who thought before acting. I’d always believed it the wiser course—that’s what I did now. Sliding my belt as far to the left as possible, I ...