Joining the WWE

Chapter 8
The Next Day

When Terry woke up that morning, she was alone on the bed, but she heard the shower going.
She smiled then tried to stretch, realizing something was wrong.
She couldn't move her arms!
She glanced up at the head board and found she was tied with her own rope.
Just then the shower stopped and she heard off-key humming coming from the bathroom.
She didn't bother struggling because she knew what was gonna happen. She closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep when Dave sauntered out of the bathroom, buck naked, sporting a raging hard on.
He stopped, watching the prone figure on the bed, smirking.
He slowly got down on the mattress, trying not to wake her, but he realized too late that Terry could take care of herself, even when tied up, because when he bent over her, her legs whipped up and snaked around his neck, slamming him onto the bedding.
He glanced at Terry's face and saw that she was smiling, then he was grinning too, because his head was slowly being pulled towards her already wet pussy.

Terry was waiting for the right moment to take Glen the same way she took Dave, by complete surprise!
The hotel was quiet this time of night, Terry glad that she knew how to stay in one position for hours on end.
Then her quarry came down the hall, his head down, looking for his keys to his room.
Terry smiled and slowly edged the maintenance door open after Glen passed. Her trusty rope was tied in a lariat, a large one.
She started twirling it around her head and let loose, the loop sailing through the air and settling over Glen's arms, soft as a lover's kiss.
It took him a second to realize that he had rope around his upper arms and by then, Terry yanked on her end of the rope and Glen landed with a yell on his butt.
She quickly dragged him into the maintenance room and slammed the door, locking it.
She jumped to his back and put the sleeper hold on him, knocking him out cold.
She stood up from his prone body and grabbed a set of cuffs from her bag.
Terry secured his hands behind his back and went to attach what she needed to the wall.
She thanked the unknown architect that this particular room had thick walls that were soundproof.
The only part she wasn't looking forward to was getting Glen up onto the huge hook, especially if he was still unconscious.
But she bent down to her task and alot of grunting and cursing followed her actions, until she finally had the big man hoisted up and onto the hook.
She strode over to the utility sink to wash her face and it was then that she heard Glen move.
Terry slowly stood up and turned, drying her face then throwing the towel to the side of the sink. She grinned when Glen started cursing and trying to move.
Terry admitted to herself that she liked being the one in control, especially over big men like Glen.
She strode over to where he was looking up at his wrists and then he looked down at her with a warning light in his dark eyes.
"Let me loose, Terry," Glen said threateningly.
"And just what are you going to do if I do, big guy? Throw me to the floor and fuck me senseless. That definitely was fun before and I might let you do it again, if you're good," Terry said with a smile, her black eyes twinkling in the weak light.
"I'm not kidding, Terry, unhook me, NOW!" Glen nearly shouted the last word.
Terry just tsked and shook her head, bending over her trusty bag and standing up with the double-bladed hunting knife in hand. She turned toward Glen and his eyes widened, realizing that she was coming at him with a knife. He wondered if what he and Dave had done was too much.
"Now, you're going to stay still like the good boy I know you can be, Glen," Terry said while sauntering over to him.
Glen tried to inch away from that wicked looking knife when Terry put the tip under his chin.
Terry just smiled and grabbed the collar of his blue T-shirt and started slicing.
Glen did stay still, but his gut was churning, wondering what was going to happen next.
Terry finally had the shirt off him and undid his jeans and slowly pulled them down his muscular legs, her head level with his groin.
Terry glanced up at him teasingly, seeing his member twitch in reaction to her nearness.
"My, my, someone's happy to see me," Terry said while stroking him and finishing taking off his pants and underwear.
Terry teasingly lifted his cock up and licked up the entire shaft, making Glen groan and close his eyes.
"Now, you are going to listen to me, Glen. You are going to give me a break until the next Raw taping, got it!"
Glen just glared retribution when Terry stopped her ministrations and stood.
She grabbed the knife again and slowly dragged the tip down his chest, making Glen feel like a carcass waiting to be bled.
"Now why would I want to do something like that, Terry? I know you want me and I know you can't say no to me!"
"Yes, but I need a break. No jumping me when my back is turned or dragging me into a dark room. I need a few days to myself, got it, or I'll leave you here for the staff to find, with the door wide open." Terry said while trying not to laugh at Glen's face.
The scowl she was getting should have sent her running for cover, but it was so comical that she couldn't help but laugh when he said,
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Mmmm, yes, I would dare, Glen, so don't try me. I'm just teaching you an . . . a good lesson that I can be just as savage as my character." Terry gulped at her slip, but didn't think Glen caught it.
Glen heard the slip but knew better than to react to it. He started to test how strong the cuffs were when Terry engulfed his raging hard on down her throat and he threw his head back and almost screamed at the heat in her mouth.
Terry just looked up at him while her head was bobbing and just about came herself at the expression on Glen's face. It was a mix of raging passion and retribution, but she already knew what a good time she was in for.
Glen bit his lip, trying to keep himself under control but when he looked down at Terry's face impaled with his member and seeing her black eyes stare up at him was his undoing.
He gave a yell and thrust his hips forward, making her swallow his entire cock down her throat when he came.
Terry knew just how to keep his hard on in her throat while she felt the cum shoot into her stomach, but there was so much coming out, that when she slowly leaned back, he was still shooting semen into her mouth and a string of it fell down her chin onto her top.
She grinned up at him, while he was panting hard and still dripping cum onto the floor.
She slowly stood and went to get a stool for Glen to step onto so he could get his hands off of the hook, but she kept her hunting knife at the ready, just in case he decided he was gonna jump her again.
By this time, Glen was burning inside to get some of his own back with the little spitfire.
When his arms came down, Terry was foolish enough to turn her back to him and then he acted.
Although he still had the handcuffs on, his hands were in front of him and he put his arms around her with her back against his chest.
Terry felt like a vise was around her chest when Glen caught her with her guard down. And she couldn't even reach her hunting knife!
She then heard his evil laugh that he was so famous for and knew she was in trouble with a capital "T".
Glen bit her neck, holding on for dear life as she tried to struggle to get free.
Terry finally subsided when she realized he wasn't letting go until she stopped. She was breathing hard when Glen moved his mouth from her neck to her ear.
"Get these cuffs off me, NOW!" he said growling, while nipping her ear. She knew she must have pushed him too far.
She gulped hard, her body going into minor tremors with what she thought was going to happen.
She slowly grabbed the keys to the cuffs and undid them slowly, intending to let them drop, but Glen grabbed them and had them on her wrists so fast, she didn't have time to blink.
Then he hung her on the wall!