Pam Anderson: Tied and Tamed in Texas
Copyright© 2026 by MagisterJohn
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Movie star gets an attitude adjustment in a small Texas town
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Rape Heterosexual Celebrity
Slowly Pamela regained consciousness. It may have been minutes; it may have been hours for all she knew. Dazed she tried to figure out where she was and what happened. Slowly her memory returned. The gas station, the old man, her ass being grabbed, then darkness. Now only the darkness remained, and as Pam began to shake herself awake, she realized she wasn’t in the store anymore. Instead of a dusty store’s floor, she lay on an old small bed in a dark room. No windows, no lights, no TV ... not so much as a candle. Attempting to sit up, she suddenly realized her hands were cuffed to the heavy metal pipes that passed for the headboard of the old bead.
Frightened and angry, Pamela instinctively called out. “Hello ... hello, is anybody there? Hello?”
Slowly a door Pam hadn’t noticed slowly swung open and the figure of a tall fat man entered the room and closed the door behind himself. Pam heard the heavy thud of the door being locked and barely had a moment to close her eyes as the figure snapped a switch, and the bare light bulb that hung from the ceiling lit up the tiny room.
As her eyes adjusted to the light Pam saw Old Johnny standing over her ... grinning.
“Sorry I was gone so long honey. Had to close the store up, then move your car ‘round back where nobody could see it.” The old man chuckled as he spoke. “Yep. Most folks forgot there even used to be a motel here. Bet you didn’t even see it from the highway when you pulled up. Yeah, it closed up years ago. Only a few rooms still left standing. The Boss lets me use this one every now and then when I work the late shift, or I’m just too drunk to drive home. HAH!”
The old Cowboy sat down on the edge of the bed and started pulling his left boot off, as Pam finally found her voice again.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?!” Pam yelled. “People will be looking for me. You will NEVER get away with this, do you understand me?” Her words took on a acid tone.
Johnny turned to her, grinned, and then starting pulling his right boot off.
“Listen to me Old Man!” Pam ordered. “You may get away with this shit with some local bimbo; but not with ME! Do you know who I am? I’m Pamela Anderson. I’m an Actress. I’m a celebrity! People will be looking for me!” Pam yanked on her chains in frustration as the old man just continued to grim. He looked at her again, and then turned back to start slowly sliding down his socks as he kept right on chuckling and grinning.
“Oh I know who you are Darlin’. I’ve seen every copy of ‘Playboy’ you ever posed in. I get to look at them for free there behind the counter. When the Boss finally got the internet hooked up in the store, the first thing I did was find those video tapes of you suckin’ and fuckin’. Yeah, I know EXACTLY who you are gal. You’re a SLUT; and tonight, you’re my slut.”
The old man moved like lightning, spinning around on the bed, grabbing both Pam’s ankles and pulling them together. In a flash her shoes were off and tossed across the tiny old motel room.
Johnny stood up alongside the bed. He slowly unbuckled the big “State of Texas” belt buckle and slid the worn old belt from his jeans. He held it up for Pam to see, and quipped, “I better keep this close. I might just need it later.” With that the old cowboy opened his jeans and let them drop to the floor, before starting to unbutton his wrinkled dirty shirt.
Pam’s eyes widened in horror, “this just can’t be happening to me”, she thought.
“Now listen, Johnny is it”, Pam decided to try reasoning. “Johnny, you don’t want to do this. Think about it. You’ll get arrested, you’ll go to jail. You’ll lose everything. Your job, your family, your home. You don’t want to risk all of that. No, you don’t want that, especially not at your age.” Pam didn’t know it; but she had just said the worst thing she possibly could have.
The old man spun around and locked his stare on the shackled star. His eyes burned with an anger she had never seen before in her life; and for the first time that night she truly knew what real fear was.
“I AM 72 YEARS OLD” Johnny’s word slapped her like a hand to the face. “Lose my job ... in this shit hole? I have to work here to supplement my Social Security just to buy food. My family? You mean the three, frigid bitches I was married to that spent all my money, but hardly ever opened their legs for me. My home? Half the time I sleep here, most of the rest in the back of my truck. Prison means a roof over my head, a bed under my tired old back, and 3 meals a day. And all I have to do to get it all ... is RAPE YOU!” By now Johnny was stripped down to his boxers and stood next to the bed towering over Pam. Staring down at her Pam saw the old man start to drool. “And I’m not raping just anyone. I’m raping a Playboy Playmate. I’m raping a movie star. I’M RAPING PAMELA FUCKING ANDERSON. WHEN I GET TO PRISON THE OTHER INMATES WILL GIVE ME A PARADE!” Johnny fairly roared with pride at his claim before quieting his voice, “I’m raping one of the finest pieces of ass on this planet; and my punishment is free room and board for the rest of my life.” The old man unbuckled the belt in Pam’s shorts and began sliding them off the woman, who lay there motionless, stunned by what she had just heard. “I’m going to rape you slut. You’re going to pay for every woman who’s ever treated me like shit. You’re going to do everything I want. You know why?!” Johnny right arm suddenly lifted high in the air with a huge bowie knife in his hand. Pam could hear the sound of the wood on the bed table cracking as Johnny plunged the blade of the big knife into the table top burying it deep in the wood. The knife struck with such ferocity that the table almost split in half. Pam stared wide eyed at the massive knife that shook in the table next to here.
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