Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to achieve their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all chronicle episodes where one individual has been manipulated for the sake of another.
And when the victim is young and innocent, the story is so much the sadder....
Ariadne Taylor, a young newlywed in this book, is the victim of immoral people.
An innocent woman, she finds herself caught in a complex web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to endure one humiliation after another, she becomes little more than an obedient animal to her captors-
ABUSED WIFE-the shocking story of an innocent woman learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story which holds a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Eat me!" the young woman squealed. "Ann! Oh, eat my pussy all up!"
The auburn-haired beauty in the sheer black nightgown sat on the edge of the bed with her long, bare legs in the air. Kneeling on the bedroom floor was her husband of a few hours. His fingers were digging into her soft thighs, and his face was pressed deeply into the tangled mat of her cunt bush. Lewd slurpings issued from the lovely woman's crotch, and the hot ripe smell of her wet and hungry cunt filled the room.
Ariadne Taylor-born Dalton-propped herself on her elbows and surrendered herself to an erotic pleasure like nothing she'd ever experienced. Her shapely, long-nailed hands were wrapped around her butt, holding the dripping lips of her cunt wide, wide open for her new husband's lapping tongue. She couldn't believe how good his cunt-eating felt!
Frank Taylor was good at what he was doing, and he had his heart in it. First he licked at the woman's pussy with long, slow strokes straight up the pink slash. A few minutes of this and Ari's cunt was brimming over with clear, fragrant pussy honey.
Gently, the big rawboned man teased the dainty pink curtains of flesh guarding the hole of her pussy open with the very tip of his tongue. Ari shivered with delight. Part of her joy came from the tingling touch of educated tongue on sensitive pussy flesh. But still more came from anticipation of what was in store!
Ari's heavy boobs, milky-pale beneath the sheer smokiness of her nightie, seemed to swell. Her nipples stood up like fingers, and every slight movement of the thin fabric sent stabs of ecstasy through her jugs. Her whole body was tense with expectation.
Nor was she disappointed. Frank swirled his stiffened tongue ever so slowly within the portal of her pussy. The wet caress of his tongue thrilled the insides of her cunt-lips. "Oh!" she cried. "Oh yesssssssss!"
Without warning he withdrew his tongue. Ari moaned low in disappointment. But the feeling was short-lived. Almost instantly Frank's tongue darted out like a striking serpent. With unerring accuracy it arrowed straight for the swollen pearly button of Ari's clit!
"AiiiiiiiEEEEEEE!" Ari screamed. Unbelievable pleasure burst inside her juice-filled pussy. Her husband's tongue was like a live wire shooting jolt after jolt of sexual electricity into her pussy.
The half-naked woman bucked and jumped madly. His fingers digging deep in the succulent softness of his wife's ass, Frank kept his mouth firmly in position on her cunt. His lips wrapped around the hood of pale flesh that usually shrouded her clit. They sucked in the sensitive flesh, sucked the clit to a throbbing, almost painful hardness. All the while his tongue was pressed against the nerve-rich node at the top of her pussy slash.
Very gently, Frank began to close his jaws. His teeth started to crush Ari's clit. Seething pussy sauce ran in torrents down his chin. The firm muscles of Ari's rump clenched beneath his clutching fingers.
"Oh don't!" Ari cried. "It hurts! Stop! I-I-I'm about to COOOOOOMMMMMMME!"
Her butt left the bed in an enormous bound. Frank came halfway upright, his rigid cock stabbing into the side of the mattress. Finally he relinquished his oral hold on his wife's clit-only to thrust his tongue deep into the brimming well of her cunt when her ass landed on the bed!
Her thighs clamped like the jaws of a trap on either side of his head. The oily tube of her pussy seemed to suck her husband's tongue in. Then a silken noose tightened around it as Ari's cunt convulsed to another surge of orgasmic delight. "Unggh!" he said. Her hips began jerking frantically up and down, smashing her cunt-bun cushioned pubic bone into Frank's nose. He tried to escape. But his tongue seemed trapped in the roiling fury of her pussy, and her strong legs held him in place. His upper teeth were crushing her throbbing clit, throwing the woman into climax after glorious climax.
Finally the shattering earthquake of Ari's multiple orgasm died away to tremors of joy running from her scalp to the tips of her toes. Her clit and taut nipples seemed to vibrate. The deathgrip of her silky thighs relaxed. But Frank didn't stop his loving consumption of her cunt. He opened his jaws to take in a mouthful of soaking, delicious pussy as his tongue delved ever deeper into the sweet mysteries of his wife's snatch.
"Oooooooh, that was sooooo nice," she murmured. She lay back on the bed with her head seeming to float in a sea of gleaming red-brown hair. Still her husband devoured her cunt.
Dreamily, she thought back to the first time Frank Taylor had ever fucked her. They had been seeing each other for only three weeks then. Frank was ten years older than Ari, and he had swept the twenty-two year old legal assistant off her feet the first time he came into the office where she worked.
He had asked her to dinner the same day they met. She had been unable to refuse, and they began dating regularly. Then late one evening they followed a movie with drinks at an elegant lounge, and Ari, unused to drinking, had had a bit more than she could handle.
Frank steered the tall, lovely woman into his Mercedes. The next thing Ari knew she was at his apartment, sitting on the sofa with the lights low and music playing. A little scared, a little excited, Ari accepted his offer to make her a drink.
They sipped their brandies in silence. Frank's arm had gone around Ari's shoulder. In her bleary state it seemed to Ari to be a perfectly natural thing to do. She snuggled closer to him.
Then he cupped a full, heavy boob with his hand and squeezed it gently.
Ari had frozen. Strange as it may have seemed, she was a virgin. Though she had possessed a stunning beauty since her early teens, she'd seldom dated and never allowed things to go far. She wasn't a prude, nor was she frigid. She didn't know very much about sex, and was even a bit afraid of it. And she had never met the right man to teach her.
She had opened her mouth to cry out. But any outcry was stilled by the rush of sensation that had washed over her. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. But it felt good!
Frank's thumb moved. Through the fabric of her dress and bra Ari felt it stroke down to the nipple. At once the nipple seemed to expand and harden, becoming in an instant a quivering cherry, sensitive to the slightest motion. Frank stroked the nipple again. "Ahhhh," Ari murmured, as pleasure filled her tit.
Frank kissed her. She opened her red lips to take his tongue in. Inexpertly she returned the kiss and he crushed her to him, his hand still holding her jug-Then Frank's free hand was roving down her back to grip the fullness of her rump. Next it slid down her stockinged soft thigh and made its way under the hem. Slowly it began to creep upward.
Ari fought a silent battle with herself. She knew this was wrong, to let Frank go so far-there was no telling where he would stop! She should break away from the moist, lingering, tongue-twining kiss, tear the delightfully petting hand away from her tingling boob, leap away from the hand approaching her untried pussy. But she couldn't.
Frank's hand pressed itself over the cushiony mound of her cunt. She sighed into his open mouth, all resistance melting. She smelled a rich, unfamiliar odor at the same instant the man felt wetness beneath his palm.
Frank broke the kiss. His lips slid down the woman's jaw, and he began to nibble at her neck. He insinuated his fingers into her damp-crotched panties.
A thick forefinger caressed the moistened slit of Ari's pussy. "Oh!" she gasped. The sensation was so intense her every muscle clenched in reaction. Again the finger slid along her gash. Ari's arms crushed Frank against her, pinning his hand to her boob.
Massaging the plump tit. Frank worked his other hand all the way into her panties. His hand closed over the crisply-furred cuntbun. A finger teased Ari's inner twat lips apart. Then it slipped into her cunt.
Her butt bounced clear off the couch. "Ohh, yes!" she cried in a fever of lust, unfamiliar but unmistakable. "Ohh, yesssssss!"
Then Frank was leaning against her, pushing her back down onto the sofa cushions. She went readily, eagerly parting her thighs so the man lay u between them, tugging panties and panty-hose down tapered thighs with his fingers. His mouth was against the base of her neck, sucking at the tender flesh. Of their own accord, her hips began to move under his weight.
He pulled her short skirt up around her hips. Cool air swirled across the exposed mouth of her pussy. Her whole body was in motion, unable to hold still. She seemed to be about to explode with a sudden need for something she'd never had before.
Frank fumbled at his zipper. At the same time he tugged up Ari's blouse, then reached behind her to unfasten her bra. Then he pulled her bra up, baring the matched glories of her jugs. Their flesh was creamy and the nipples seemed to stretch out toward him from the center of small, dark circles. He swooped and fastened his mouth greedily atop one perfect tit.
Ari moaned. She arched her back, stuffing even more of her boob into the older man's mouth. She was breathing like a locomotive. She felt dizzy. The depths of her pussy seemed filled with fire.
A hardness poked into the rubbery rolls of flesh surrounding the entryway of Ari's cunt. Frank sucked titflesh into his mouth. His tongue circled the taut nipple. The delight his oral touch gave her bare tit was almost painful.
His nostrils flaring to drink in the spicy aroma of Ari's aroused cunt, Frank pulled her panties down her calves. She brought her knees up so he could pull the garments off without moving his mouth from her tit or his hard cock from the portal of her pussy. Frank threw the panties and hose across the room and reached back up to her cunt.
Ari felt his knuckles press to either side of the vertical slit of her pussy. Frank pulled the dainty inner pussy flap apart. Ari sucked breath in between clenched teeth as he placed the conical head of his prick between the pink curtains of her cunt.
The inflated cockhead seemed hot as a burning ember. Deliberately it began to push inwards. Ari's cunt made small sucking sounds as it took the big prick in.
The purplish prickhead disappeared into the oily mouth of Ari's pussy. Its very tip encountered a barely-yielding obstacle. Ari shifted her hips and moaned at the slight stab of pain. His body humped like a weasel's, his mouth still sucking like a vacuum hose on Ari's jug, Frank grabbed her buttcheeks with both hands and drove his hips forward, hard.
"Owwwwwwwww!" Ari wailed as white flashes of pain needled her snatch. After a momentary resistance Frank's huge cock suddenly shot its full eight inches of length into Ari's pussy. Cunt juice squirted out around the girth of the cock as Frank's balls slapped into the splayed twat lips. The clear, pungent pussy oils were flecked with red. Ari's cherry, so long preserved, had at last been broken.
For a moment they clung to one another. Frank let Ari's tit slip reluctantly out of his mouth. Its tip was red and shiny with his spit. He straightened and lay with his cheek pressed against hers. She felt the slight bristle of a few hours' outgrowth of coarse beard.
Her pussy tunnel throbbed with pain. She hadn't had a look at Frank Taylor's cock before it was buried in her virgin cunt. But it felt huge. The moist membranes of her pussy had been stretched enormously by the entry of Frank's prick. And the tearing of her cherry had hurt.
But merely having her cunt stuffed full of giant, throbbing, all-male prick for the very first time quickly drove away all hint of unpleasant sensation. In its place she felt a rising surge of physical hunger-a screaming need to have that outsized cock pistoning furiously in and out of her pussy!
"Frank," she murmured in his ear. "Oh Frank, fuck me now!"
Frank did. He did so well that now, months later, the very memory of that night added an edge of sweetness to the joy of having her pussy eaten by the man she had married that afternoon. His cock had worked like a jackhammer as he fucked her. It felt as though he was pounding her right through the sofa. She was unable to catch her breath the whole time, and Frank's stubble had rubbed her cheek raw, but she was aware of nothing except the need to drive her hips upward with all her might to take even more of that massive cock into her pussy. Again and again he fucked his cock balls-deep in her pussy, till the sweet violence of her first orgasm had wrung boiling jism from his prick.
"Mmmmmm-mm!" Ari sighed. Frank now had one of her fragile inner pussy lips between his lips and was pulling on it. He certainly knew how to get her off! She felt as though the top of her head was about to come off.
The bed tilted as Frank climbed up onto it. Smiling with lewd anticipation. Ari turned till she was lengthwise on the bed. She rested her head on the pillow and looked down at her husband's crotch. As she had so often in the past few months, she marvelled at the length and thickness of his cock. It looked like the pillar of some ancient temple, jutting out and trembling with eagerness to fuck into her.
Frank relinquished the spicy taste-treat of Ariadne's pussy lip. On his knees he walked up the bed toward her head. Ari smiled like a baby with a new toy. She reached a hand toward his cock.
Frank swung his leg over so that he was straddling her upturned face, facing her feet. His hairy nuts dangled inches above her nose. "Ahhhh," he said, as her cool fingers wrapped around his rampant prick.
Ari tugged the prick down. She opened her mouth and pushed her chin up. The tip of her tongue snaked out and touched the end of Frank's cock. She could feel the thrill that ran through his body.
A clear drop of pre-seminal fluid welled out of the pinprick hole at the end of the prick. It tasted salty-sweet. Ari was practically bursting with desire. She bent the hard cock down further till she could put its swollen head on her mouth. Savoring the rich and meaty taste of cock, she closed her lips around it. It filled her mouth with pulsating heat.
Frank let himself down atop her glorious half-nude body. His stomach squashed her big jugs. Then his face was between her snowy, strong thighs and his mouth was once more French kissing the quagmire of her cunt.
The fat cock slid down Ari's throat. She took it in like a sword-swallower. Early on Frank had trained her to take a man's prick all the way down her throat. He had had to shake her to get her to try-he could be rough when he didn't get his own way. But the dividends of learning to suck his prick like a professional had far outweighted her resentment of being forced to do it. She loved to give Frank pleasure, and loved the way he pleasured her.
Her nose was tickled by the curly bush at the base of his prick. Far down her throat she felt the pulse beating in his prick. She sighed with satisfaction-it was so nice to have her husband's prick in her mouth!
Humming with pleasure at the way Ari's throat enveloped his prick, Frank rolled over onto his side, then onto his back, pulling the not-inconsiderable weight of the woman with him so that she rested on top of him. Her tongue wound like a serpent around the upright staff of his prick.
He slid his hands under her rump from either side. He brought them up between her thighs. Her butt was slick with the aromatic sauces of her cunt. Her pussy hair was matted and shone redly with cunt juice. The pink of her cuntlips peeked pinkly through the tangle of her bush.
He laid his fingertips on both sides of her oozing slash and pulled it open. A fresh stream of cunt honey poured out, staining the red bedspread darkly. The cunt opened like a flower. A blast of hot, rank pussy smell hit him full in the face. He licked his lips. Then he bent forward and ran his tongue between the tender frills of her cunt lips and into her pussy hole.
"Mmmmmmmmmaaahhh!" Ari groaned around the thick plug of cock filling her mouth. Half of the mighty prick was in her face. She felt Frank's heart beating ever faster. Her own heart was racing. His tongue seemed to have a life of its own as it fucked into her cunt!
She continued lifting her head. The man's muscles were tense beneath her. She knew he would come soon. Her pussy watered still more eagerly at the thought of the delicious jism that would soon be spurting into her mouth.
Frank was corkscrewing his tongue in and out of her pussy. She felt her nipples like pebbles being crushed into her boobs. She began, to move her head up and down, fucking her face on the rigid prick. She was about to come-she could feel it!
Her tongue began to work madly, poking and stroking and twining around the huge cock. It was a race against time. She had to get her husband off before she came!
CHAPTER TWO
Frantically, the pair ate each other. Both their young, fit bodies were in constant motion, alive with the lust that possessed them both. Mouths worked with loving expertise on rock-hard cock and juicy, flavorful pussy. Two minds and two bodies filled with passion and feverish desire.
Frank's head was moving in circles as he fucked his tongue in and out of his wife's pussy. His tongue marinated in warm, luscious cunt sauces. Every time he ran his tongue into Ari's snatch he drank deeply of the pussy-wine.
The slightly rough fabric of Ari's nightie thrilled the skin of her jugs, especially her hard and horny nipples. She squirmed her ass around to give her pussy the full benefit of Frank's deep-delving tongue. She was practically shaking with passion. She couldn't hold out much longer!
She was still determined to taste Frank's jism as she came. This called for extreme measures. She wrapped both hands around his prick and raised her head till her lips were closed just behind the flaring head of the cock. With her lips pressing on the most sensitive part of the prick, she laved her wet tongue around and around the wedge-shaped head. Her hands pumped up and down on the stalk.
"Mmmmmmm-pppphhhhhhhh!" Frank grunted, right into the woman's cunt. He came.
The orally-entrapped prick gave a tremendous throb. It's about to happen! Ari thought excitedly. She grasped the prick hard and sucked in till her belly hollowed.
The first blast of jism hit her like the blast of a firehose. The acrid come-stream rebounded off her tonsils and washed back around the head of his prick. Her tongue steeped in the tangy taste of sperm and semen.
The much-beloved flavor of seething come was like a catalyst. Once more Ari's powerful thighs clamped around her husband's head, and then she was coming again.
Frank's fingers dug into the soft flesh surrounding the dripping cunthole. His butt sprang off the bedspread as the second spasm of his orgasm hit. Despite his wife's best efforts his cock plunged far into her throat before delivering a fresh charge of jism.
Ari's cunt squeezed Frank's tongue, squirting it back into his ravenous mouth. He drove it back in again in his frenzy of climax. The walls of her pussy clenched and rolled around it. A constant stream of scalding pussy juice gushed into his mouth. He drank it down and lusted for more.
His wife was lusting for more too-more and more of his come! His prick was buried to the root in her sucking mouth. With great shuddering heaves it spat gob after gob of salty jism into her throat. The avidly cock-sucking woman swallowed as much of the come as she was able. But hungrily as she drank it down, it soon filled her throat and mouth and bubbled out between her lips. A droplet of come rolled down the side of her face and into her ear.
The wild tongue-lashing her pussy was getting was driving her wild. She couldn't stop coming! And it seemed that the swallowing action of her throat muscles was milking a never ending stream of sperm from Frank's prick.
Their souls seemed to blend together as they came. Their bodies rocked to the power of their shared orgasm until every bit of their strength was gone. Then they drifted into a gentle delirium of afterglow.
At last Frank sighed and rolled off his wife's spent body. "Whew," he breathed.
Ari looked over at him. His crotch was dewed with thick white globes of jism, drying stickily in the dark strands of his pubic hair. His vast limp cock lay on one thigh. Its length shone with Ari's saliva. It was streaked with milky jism.
He sat up on his elbows and grinned at her. His mouth was smeared with cunt juice. "Enjoy yourself?" he asked.
"You know it, lover-husband." She laced her fingers behind her head and stretched. Her body arched backwards. Her flat belly bowed into the air. Her husband looked her over with approval. His cock seemed to stir with interest again.
"How about something new?" Frank asked.
Ari felt a twinge of response deep in her cunt. "What have you got in mind?" she asked. Her green eyes gleamed.
Frank stretched out his arm. He ran his forefinger up Ari's leg, over her hipbone, traced over the smooth dome of her belly. "How about taking it up the ass?" he asked. He seemed to be near drooling at the thought.
Ari recoiled. "No!" she said. She drew her legs up and sat, arms around her knees. Dark tufts of cunt fur showed in the area bounded by her asscheeks and the tops of her thighs. There was a wild light in her eyes.
Slowly the tension drained out of her half-naked body. "I can't do it, Frank," she said quietly. "It would hurt. I can't stand pain. And I can't stand the idea of-of having anything up my bottom."
"Aw, come on!" Frank cajoled. "It's something different. Don't be afraid. You'll love it!"
Ari hated to deny Frank anything-especially on this, their wedding night. But she was firm. "No, Frank," she said.
Slowly Frank turned red. The flush spread all over his body, from his hairy, muscular calves to his dark hairline. "Are you serious?" he asked hoarsely.
"Yes, Frank."
The slap knocked her onto her left side. She clutched her smarting face with both hands, teetering on the edge of the bed. "Ow," she moaned. "Why did you do that?"
Frank grabbed her by the shoulder and hauled her back to a sitting position. "You won't do it?" he gritted. His face was inches away from hers, twisted into an almost inhuman mask of rage.
"Frank, Frank, what are you doing?"
His answer was a backhanded blow that sent her sprawling. Her white butt flashed in the air as her black nightie went up around her waist. Then her wrist was cruelly seized and her arm was being twisted up behind her back.
"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmrrrrrmph!" She tried to cry out but her face was pressed deep in the pillow muffling her words. Keeping the hammerlock with one hand, Frank grabbed her other wrist with his free hand. With one large hand he held both his wife's arms behind her shapely bare back. He leaned over her. His cock was like a policeman's baton pressing into her left buttock as he reached to the floor where he'd thrown his trousers. He found the buckle of his black leather belt. The strap hissed out of its loops.
"What are you doing?" Ari turned her head sideways so she could speak. Her heavy hair had fallen over her eyes and she couldn't see what her husband was doing. Her head spun from the suddenness and the strangeness of it all.
Frank didn't answer. Working quickly and efficiently he looped the belt around his wife's arm, wrist to elbow behind her. He ran the end of the belt through the buckle and fastened it. Then he stood up.
Ari rolled onto her back and sat up. Her lovely hair was in disarray, and there were tear-streaks down her cheeks. She looked at her husband in fear and disbelief. "What's gotten into you, Frank? What are you doing?" She tested her bonds. They were tight, almost tight enough to cut off circulation in her arms.
Frank didn't speak. He walked to a cabinet on the other side of his bedroom. They hadn't been able to find a suitable house before the wedding, and Ari had agreed to put off the honeymoon until they could find one. Until then they would live in her husband's apartment.
Now she wondered what her honeymoon would be like-if she ever took it. Or was she dreaming all this? She couldn't believe this was happening, not even with the testimony of her stinging cheek and tied arms to prove it.
Then she couldn't believe her eyes. Frank turned back with something in his hands. Ari screamed.
It was a coiled whip.
It was black and slender as a cobra. He advanced on his wife slowly. Her eyes pleaded with him to stop this, to embrace her and tell her it was all a joke. He smiled.
He dropped the whip to the bed beside her. Then he sat down and put his arm around her, looking deeply into her eyes. Yes, she thought, melting with relief. It was all a joke! He didn't mean it for a minute!
"Don't be afraid," he said soothingly. "I won't harm you."
Ari smiled through the tears. "I know you wouldn't, Frank." She gave a shaky laugh. "How could I ever think-"
He broke in. "All I want to do is teach you a lesson. You're supposed to love and obey me-I have to show you what happens when you disobey."
The woman was speechless. The color drained out of her lovely face. Even her lips were an ashen shade. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
Gently, Frank pushed his new, tied-up wife back down so that her face was resting on the pillow once more. She felt the mattress lift as his weight came off it.
"Frank?" she asked.
His answer was the whistle of the descending whip.
The plaited leather collided with the shrinking, bare skin of her ass with a noise like a gunshot. Ari's body snapped upwards, bending in the middle like a bow at the excrutiating impact. "Aaaaaaiiiii-YYYYYYEAAAAHHHHHH!" she shrieked.
Frank had a glimpse of a thin red line snaking across the woman's shapely rump. Then she rolled over, instinctively protecting her wounded ass. She gazed up at him with a haunted expression. Her breasts rose and fell to the ragged tempo of her breathing.
Her husband pursed his lips. Shaking his head, he lifted his hand and struck again. "NOOOOOOO!" Ari cried in terror.
The tip of the whip snapped at the tip of her right jug. The nipple exploded in scarlet agony. "EEEEEEEEYUUUUUNNNNNNNN!" Ari wailed. Her body bounced into the air.
She fell on her side. The flimsy cloth of her nightie was torn open. Her tortured boob stuck out Its whole tip was enflamed and red. The nipple stood out like a sore finger, throbbing with pain in time to her stuttering pulse.
Frank swung the whip underhand, with a wicked snap. This time the lash stung right between Ari's asscheeks-right on the taut pucker of her asshole!
"GAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Ari fell off the bed. Her head banged against the wall. She slumped, sitting on the massive hurt in her butt, dazed. Her stomach was turning over. She felt as if she were going to be sick.
At once Frank was hauling her up by the arm. The action jerked her tied up arms painfully. "Ow!" she exclaimed.
He threw her onto her back on the bed. "Now I'll give you something to cry about, bitch!" he snarled. The whip rose, came down fast.
It landed flat, drawing a fiery line of agony from the cushioned mound of her cunt, across her belly, and over her left boob. The lash missed the nipple, but the soft flesh felt as if it had been cut open.
Sobbing, Ari threw herself onto her belly. Her ass already felt flayed from the two blows it had received, but she was afraid he'd cut her tender jugs to ribbons. He immediately laid into her upturned ass, with such fury it seemed he planned to shred the skin from it instead.
Grunting with effort, Frank rained whipstrokes on Ari's naked, vulnerable ass. She bounced and kicked as though the bed were a burning-hot skillet. But all her insane thrashings seemed to do was add energy to the beating her husband was giving her. It was as though her struggles were fueling his desire to hurt her.
And that was what was happening. His cock stuck out from his cock like the bowsprit of a ship, shining purple and seemingly ready to burst. The head of his prick, gleaming in the light of the single lamp, pulsed visibly with his pulse.
It seemed to him that the sight of his mostly-naked wife writhing helplessly, the snowy perfection of her butt slowly turned into a glowing filigree of angry red welts, was the most fantastic turn-on he'd ever known. And the sight of her arms strapped behind her made it all the more erotic, somehow. The whine of the whip, the solid feeling when he laid it on her cringing agonized flesh, the sharp and authoritative crack! when he snapped it on her rump, they were almost as delightful as having his cock plunged into her mouth or slimy cunt.
Almost but not quite! The thought of having the woman's soft flesh enfolding his rigid cock brought back to him just how horny he was. Whipping his sobbing, shrieking, pleading bride of a few hours was fantastic, but if he kept it up much longer he'd come off then and there, spraying his jism over the rumpled bedspread and her abused ass. And that would be a terrible waste!
Ari lay on her belly with her legs bent at the knees, kicking at the air as lash after agonizing lash ripped her rump. The tops of her thighs were crisscrossed with stripes and pain from poorly-aimed blows, but it was her ass that was teaching her what pain really was. If someone had poured gasoline all over her bare ass and set it on fire, she didn't think it could hurt worse than it did!
Then the whipping stopped. The waiting for the next awful blow to fall was almost as bad as the blow itself would be. Then the respite stretched out until Ari knew it was over. Relief washed over her, almost blotting out the white pounding ache in her ass and tits and belly.
The whip left her husband's fingers and slithered to the floor. The next thing she knew Ari was being gripped by the waist and pulled to the edge of the bed. Her legs came off into empty space. She bent at the waist. Her knees thumped the floor.
"Wh-what are you going to do now?" she asked. Her voice was breathless and her words were punctuated by gasps as she drank cooling air into her lungs.
Frank didn't answer. He laid his palms on her curved buttocks. The salt on them sent knives of pain stabbing into the tortured flesh. "Oh!" Ari yelped.
Then she felt something like hard rubber probing at the downward-gaping mouth of her cunt. With the expertise of long practice, Frank maneuvered his massive prick until its head was between the loose lips of his wife's pussy. Then he slid it up her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" The exclamation forced from Ari's lips was one of pleasure, not pain. The feeling of that huge cock, stretching the membranes of her cunt-tunnel to their fullest extent, the friction of the log-like prick sliding crushingly over her clit-these were a delight too intense to permit pain to dwell in her body.
Instantly the bound woman was totally horny. Her nipples thrummed with pleasure. The lingering torment from the whip-kiss to her right nipple now seemed only to be an extra edge to the delight that swelled her jugs and made the cherry-like nipple tingle. Deep in her belly a fire raged, and it could only be put out by having Frank cram that giant cock into her slobbering pussy again and again!
Frank fucked his big prick in and out of his wife's cunt, long, slow, maddening strokes. Pussy juices welled out along the upper side of his cock and percolated down till his prick was surrounded by clinging, hot wetness every time it slid balls-deep into Ari's cunt. "Nice," he said. He suddenly pounded his prick into her cunt so hard they both cried out.
For a long moment he left it there, feeling Ari clutch at it with the educated muscles of her pussy? Then he drew it out with such deliberation that both of them were gnashing their teeth with frustration by the time the whole cock shaft was withdrawn, leaving only the head held by the dripping lips of Ari's pussy.
Frank studied the tremendous length of cock. From the curly base of the prick to the place where it joined his cockhead and disappeared into the dark cauldron of Ari's pussy it was coated with a glimmering, pungent coat of slick cunt juice. "Oh, fuck it up me, Frank," Ari moaned. "Fuck that great big cock right up my pussy!" . Frank smiled to himself. "Your wish is my desire, darling," he said. Ari quivered with delighted anticipation. The pain, the fear-the rage she'd felt, when her husband had so brutally tied and beat her-these were all forgotten. All that mattered now was her need for him to fuck her till she couldn't take it any more!
The swollen cockhead popped from Ari's cunt. The pussy gaped, drooling cunt sauce down the backs of her legs. "Hurry," she moaned. "Fuck it back up me, quick!"
She felt his thumbs slide down the insides of her buttocks. Their tips pressed to either side of her asshole. Then they began to draw apart.
Fresh pain burst out in her butt from the touch of Frank's hands on the welted flesh. Then Ari realized what he was doing.
He was going ahead with his intention to buttfuck her!
"No, Frank!" she cried with sudden fear. "No, no, it was all right, don't spoil it! I can't take it! I can't have that big cock up my ass! I couldn't survive!"
Frank didn't say anything. He raised the head of his prick till it was socketed into the cup-like opening of her yawning asshole. Then, clench her muscles as she might, she wasn't able to force it out. Nor was she able to prevent it from starting to creep slowly inward!
At first it wasn't so bad. There was only a sensation of unnatural stretching as Frank's prickhead wedged her poopchute open to its own unbelievable thickness. But then it began to enter Ari's asshole. And that was when the rasping started.
The man's steely prick was liberally greased with the slippery sauces of Ari's cunt. But her asshole was never meant to take in anything like that gigantic prick. When the whole of the balloon-like cockhead was buried in her butthole, it felt to Ari as if her asscheeks would pop apart. But it was the friction that was killing her!
Inch by fraction of an inch the prick entered her reluctant butt. Ari's every muscle was tied into knots to try to keep the invader out, and she was fit from habitual vigorous exercise. But it was no good. Frank's fingers clawed deeply into her violated ass, and his cock forged ever deeper up her butthole.
Frank's cock felt like a telephone pole-an old one, dry and splintery from the weather. Ari thought for sure the delicate membranes within her rectum were being torn by the relentless invasion of the prick. A billion pins poked ceasely into every inch of her poopchute that was occupied by the enormous cock.
And still it kept on! Ari was writhing and moaning constantly now: "No, no, no, stop, pleeeeeease stop!" But her pleading seemed only to make Frank drive his prick up her ass with more determination. And her struggles, feeble as they were as pain drove the strength from her, only added to the delight his anally-entrapped cock was experiencing!
Then her asshole was stretched, impossibly, even further. There was a wrench of agony that made her toss her head and groan. Then Ari became aware her abraded buttocks were being tickled by something. It was the stiff hairs at the base of Frank's prick. At long, horrible last his prick was all the way up her ass.
Ari sighed. Frank cried out-it had sent tremors of joy shooting up his prick. Now there was no longer the agony of that unceasing invasion. But Ari felt the grinding pain of the fat cock pressing outwards against the raw walls of her ass channel. And the sensation of being overfilled, of being about ready to explode from having the cock driven up her asshole, was actually worse than the pain.
Then Frank pulled back on his prick. It began to slide out of Ari's ass. She bit her lip. The flared head of his prick acted like a barb, seeming to tear at the smarting membranes of her poopchute!
Involuntarily, she clenched her muscles again. The pain was magnified until her vision clouded over. In spite of herself her ass was clinging to Frank's cock with a nearly unbreakable deathgrip!
Himself practically sobbing with pleasure, Frank tried to bring his cock out of his wife's asshole. He couldn't! It felt as though his magnificent cock was being crushed in a hydraulic press-one heated with live steam. He braced his hands against the reddened cheeks of Ari's rump. Muscles stood out on his bare arms as he pushed with all his might. "Aiiiii!" Ari cried. His cock was starting to slide out, and the abrasive pain added to the sting of his sweaty flesh on her whipped butt. Stinging salty tears filled her eyes. The belt cut cruelly into her bound arms. She wished for death to free her from the pain-and the nightmare horror of it! Her own husband, whom she loved with all her heart, tying her, whipping her, and then raping her ass with his great big cock! It was hideous.
If the entry of Frank's cock had been bad, then exit from her pain-wracked asshole was damnation. The ass passage was already scraped by the cock going in-now it seemed a hundred times more sensitive to the rasping pressure of the blood-engorged prick!
Sweat was dripping into Frank's eyes. His guts knotted up with the pleasure he felt from having his cock strangled by Ari's asshole. What tightness! It was better even than her pussy, and that was going some. He knew he was about to come off, but he was determined to draw this out, to relish every second of forcibly fucking his wife's ass.
Then all of the pole-like shaft of his cock was out in the open air, radiating heat like a bar of iron fresh out of a furnace. Like a wire noose, the powerful sphincter muscle of Ari's ass garroted Frank's cock, right at the juncture of cockhead and cock-stalk.
"Jesus Christ!" he grunted, and filled her ass with one huge pulse of jism.
"YAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEE-EEEYYYYYYAAAAAH!" Ari screeched. Her husband's come was like acid on the sandpapered insides of her asshole. She started to jerk around as though she weje on fire.
Her cries and thrashing nearly made Frank black out. Though he'd just blown wads of jism down his wife's throat, his prick gushed what seemed gallons of hot, stinging come up her twisting ass passage. He was getting a mat burn from his knees rubbing on the carpet, so fiercely was she struggling. But it was sooooo good!
After a horrid eternity-or a delicious eternity, to Frank-Ari felt the pumping of the thick prick die away. Sperm overflowed her cockfilled asshole and dribbled down her thighs.
"Incredible," Frank breathed, as he felt his prick go limp within her butthole. "But that wasn't much-wait till you get a real assfucking!"
Grimly, the humiliated and tortured woman told herself there would be no next time. She knew what had to be done. And she was desperate enough to do it!
CHAPTER THREE
For the third time, trembling fingers dialled the telephone number. Twice before Ari had been sure she had made an error, and she had just the two dimes. She could afford no wrong numbers.
The phone rang. It rang again and again. Ari's nerves seemed to curl up within her. She dared not risk a glance outside the telephone booth, fearfully certain if she did she'd see Frank's tall figure striding at her through the grey and pitiless dawn.
Why doesn't he answer? she asked herself. It seemed as though the phone had been ringing forever. Then she heard it being picked up, and slumped with relief against the glass wall of the booth.
"He-hello? Mr. Adrian Dalton?" she asked breathlessly.
"Speaking," a sleepy masculine voice replied. "Who is-Ari! How are you? How's the newly wed? Did you have, er a wild night?" His voice held a leer.
"No!" Ari yelled. "Yes. It was-oh God, I can't stand it! I can't take it anymore-I don't ever want to see him again!"
"Whoa! Hold on there girl! It sounds as if you need to talk. Can you get over here? No, that's no good. Tell me how to get to where you are. I'll pick you up as soon as I can get there."
Weeping with grateful relief, Ari gave him the instructions. Adrian told her to hold on as best she could, and then hung up. She put the receiver back in the cradle.
Thank God, she thought. She knew she could count on Adrian. They'd always been close, even for brother and sister. And even though he was two years younger than Ari, he had always been the worldly, the sophisticated member of the family. She could tell her story without fear of him turning away from her in disgust.
And him alone could she fully trust. She slid the door of the booth open and went out to wait for her brother.
* * *
"Now, tell me about it-if you feel like it." Adrian Dalton sat his older sister on the couch in his living room and sat down beside her. He picked up a glass of cool water from the coffee table and handed it to her. Even though she used both hands he had to help her steer the glass to her lips.
Hesitantly, she told the story. Time and again she dissolved in helpless tears, and Adrian would have to cradle her body against his and stroke her lovely hair until she was soothed enough to continue. It all came out, punctuated by great racking sobs. When she finished she lay her head against her brother's chest and cried freely and without restraint.
Slowly, the tears washed away the pain and grief and humiliation. As the poison ebbed from her body she grew more and more aware of her brother-the reassuring muscularity of his chest, the firmness of the arms wrapped around her. Adrian Dalton was several inches taller than his tall sister, and like her he had always kept himself in the best possible shape. He was like a rock, steady and supporting.
"Ari. Poor, poor Ari." Adrian shook his head and stroked his sister's hair. Like hers his hair was gleaming auburn. It hung nearly to his broad shoulders.
Ari snuggled closer and put her hand on his chest. It was broad and strong, like Frank's, she thought with a shiver. But Frank's chest was covered with a black bear-like pelt. Her brother's had only been half-buttoned in his haste to reach her, and her fingers touched smooth, hairless skin. It felt good to the touch.
"I knew you'd understand, Adrian. You always did." She sniffled, wiped her nose with the back of her hand. Then she looked up into her brother's tanned, handsome face. "I love you, Adrian," she said.
"I love you too, Ari. You know that." He patted her affectionately on the cheek. Then he stood up.
"Come along, baby, we'd better get you cleaned up." He urged his sister to her feet.
"Don't you have to go to work?" she asked, getting up.
"No hurry," he laughed. "I'm the boss." Despite his youth Adrian Dalton had his own electronics repair shop. It was small, but he had a genius for business as well as electronics. His well-furnished and sizable apartment attested to that.
His arm around his sister's shoulders, he steered her toward the bathroom. Her knees felt like jelly.
She had to lean against him every step of the way. There was something vastly reassuring about the effortless way he bore her up.
The bathroom was equipped with an outsized tub and shower. Ari was never sure if that was standard for these apartments-they advertsied themselves as being for "swinging singles"-or if Adrian had pulled strings to get the bathroom done over the way he wanted. He had a way of getting things done, and getting things he wanted. Now she sat on the edge of the bathtub as her brother soaked a washrag in cold water.
Kneeling in front of her, Adrian washed her face with the cool cloth. She sat still like a little girl. The coolness refreshed her. She began to feel alive again. She began to feel as if she wanted to live.
"Th-that's better. Much better." She smiled up at him, blinking back grateful tears. He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.
Suddenly her arms were around him and she was crushing her head to his chest. "I feel so unclean!" she said. "I feel better. But I still feel as if I've got him ... in me. All over me!"
"We'd better get you a shower," Adrian said. He helped her to her feet. He pulled open the shower curtain and bent down to set the water running. He adjusted it until he was satisfied, then switched from the tap to the shower. Water jetted out, filling the room with steam.
He turned to his sister. She was standing listlessly. Her arms hung at her sides. He reached over and began to unbutton her blouse.
He took the thin blouse off and draped it over the sink. Then he reached behind her and unfastened her dress. It dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it. She stood there, gazing at him, her nakedness clothed only by a skimpy bra and panties. Beads of condensation clung to her flawless skin.
"Here, we'd better get you out of this," Adrian said, and undid his sister's brassiere. It dropped and her heavy tits were freed, two proud white mounds, tipped with dainty dark confections.
Seemingly unaware of the magnificent jugs jutting inches from his face as he bent down, he tugged her panties gently down her slender legs. She stepped out of them as docilely as she had her skirt. He whistled when he saw the red streak crawling up from the chestnut triangle of her pussy fur.
When he had her turn around, he whistled even louder. "God damn," he said. "That bastard really worked you over."
"Yes," Ari said. She barely managed to repress a sniffle. There was no need to cry. Adrian was here now. He would take care of her.
He guided his sister to the tub, helped her step into the rushing stream of water. She cried out as the water struck her welted ass. "There, there, it's all right. The water will make it feel better," Adrian said.
Ari nodded. In fact the water was soothing her hurts. She let her head droop as it washed over her. She felt her hair grow heavy with the water.
A rustle of sound made her look up. Adrian, bare-chested, was pulling his pants down over his slim hips. Ari realized her brother was going to join her in the shower.
At the moment it seemed natural-it seemed very thoughtful, in fact. She couldn't have stood being alone. She wanted the nearness of her brother's hard young body to comfort her. She smiled as he stepped into the tub.
Her eyes ran over his large frame. He was well-built, slender legged and barrel-chested, with shoulders like slabs of rock. His cock dangled like a fire hose between his muscle-marbeled thighs, and the woman couldn't help noticing that it hung halfway to his knees. She had never realized he was that well-hung!
He had the washrag in his hands, and a bar of soap. Tenderly, he soaped his sister's wet and naked body, then wiped the soap away with the cloth. His touch was sure and comforting. Ari felt her body come alive with pleasure.
Hd got to his knees behind her and delicately laved her tortured asscheeks. His nostrils were beginning to flare. Irresistibly, he was becoming aware of his sister's nearness, her nudity, her femininity. Her water-soaked cunt bush gave off a thick moist aroma of pussy. Her flesh shone with the water and seemed to glow with youth and vitality. Even her butt, disfigured by the weals of Frank's whip, was lovely and well proportioned. Adrian felt his long prick grow hard.
He stood up, dropping the rag and the soap. He put his hands on his sister's hips. She melted against him. Her boobs felt firm and rubbery against his chest. Her cunt fur scratched the underside of his stiff prick.
Ari felt the hardness of her brother's prick pressing against her stomach. She felt its heat and the throb of his heartbeat. She drew back, gazing at his stiff cock as if in horror or amazement.
Adrian put one hand behind Ari's head and nuzzled her neck. "Do you want me?" he asked in a low voice.
Slowly, hesitatnly, Ariadne reached out a hand. The extended fingers touched Adrian's cockhead. His prick leapt to the touch. It was long, incredibly long-nine, maybe ten inches! She took it in her hand and wrapped trembling fingers around it.
"Yes," she murmured. "Yes, yes. I need you. I want you to fuck me."
Smiling, Adrian lowered his head to his sister's boob. His tongue flicked out to touch the tip of her right nipple, which still ached from being snapped with the blacksnake lash. His tongue seemed to draw the last remnants of pain from her nipple and her jug. He licked down the nipple to the ripe pale fruit of her tit. His tongue made circles on the wet, resilient titflesh.
Ari moaned. She began to pump her hand up and down her brother's unbelievable cock. It seemed to be straining in her hand as she jacked it off.
Hungry hands stroked her bare flank. Adrian started to run his hand behind Ari's ass, stopped as he remembered the condition of her lovely rump, rested the hand on a protruding hipbone. The other hand came up to rustle matted cunt hair. His tongue continued to lick at her boob. Then his fingers began toying with the pink petals of his sister's pussy.
Breath hissed sharply out between her teeth. The sudden pleasure was hot and made her feel weak and trembly all over. Instantly the steamy air was full of the odor of a woman's pussy watering with its need of a cock. It was her pussy, and the cock it was yearning for was her brother's. It was incest. It was adultery. It was totally, completely, absolutely forbidden.
But she didn't care.
"Take me now!" she said softly but intensely. Her fingers tightened on Adrian's cock till they seemed ready to crush it. "I have to feel your cock up my pussy! Fuck me now, please."
Then Adrian was sitting back into the few inches of water swirling in the tub, drawing his sister after him. He sat down with his cock jutting like a spar from his crotch. Panting with eagerness, Ari sat on top of it. Her cunt lips kissed the burning head of her brother's cock, then parted easily to take it in. She cried out at the first contact of brotherly cock and sisterly snatch. Then she practically burst into tears as the long, hard cock slid up, up, up into her ready cunt.
"Aaaaah," Adrian breathed. The tight wetness of his sister's pussy seemed to be sucking his stiff prick into itself. The water on his cock made its surface rubbery and seemed to cut down the oiliness of Ari's cunt juice, so that his prick did not slide smoothly into her pussy. Instead it went in hesitantly, a bit at a time, so that they were both quivering with pent-up lust when her pussy lips opened outwards to embrace the base of his prick and drool hot sauce onto his balls.
Adrian's cock thumped within Ari's pussy, seemingly halfway to her tonsils. It was so good she could hardly stand it. And it was right, no matter what the rule books said!
His arms went around his sister. Then his mouth was pressed against hers. Her mouth opened hungrily and her tongue came eagerly to meet her brother's. The two tongues wound together in an incestuous embrace as thrillingly erotic as the embrace of Ari's cunt on Adrian's cock. Both their fine young bodies seemed to shiver with excitement.
Ari's knees lay on the tile to either side of her brother's narrow hips. Her soft ass lay on his thighs. Hugging her close, he braced his feet against the floor of the tub and ground his cock up into her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" the woman moaned around her mouthful of her brother's tongue. The muscles of her pussy gripped her brother's cock. She loved the feel of his prick inside her cunt, the way his chest crushed her lust-solid nipples back into the full flesh of her boobs, the way his strong arms made an unbreakable circle around her as he probed her mouth with his tongue. She was hot and horny and so happy she could hardly think!
She began to roll her hips around and around the firm pillar of her brother's cock. It was his turn to give an animal moan of passion. He began to rock his hips, grating his prick over the swollen node of Ari's clit.
They both went wild. As the shower sent water ricocheting off Ari's bare back she began to pump her butt up and down, fucking herself with wanton abandon on her brother's ten-inch prick. His hands slid down to her hips. Every time her hungry pussy squelched down into his crotch he pulled her even more fiercely onto his impaling cock.
Her huge boobs joggled as she bounced up and down. Her hips began a spiralling motion to add to her and his pleasure. He threw his head back and thrust his prick furiously up her snatch. Her cunt tunnel closed about his cock, unwilling to let it go, eager to milk his boiling jism from it.
It would be doing that soon, they both knew. They were both rushing headlong to a climax of epic proportions, and they both revelled in the fact. In all the long years they'd lived at home together, Ari had never once considered fucking her handsome younger brother. But it seemed to her now that they were ultimately right for each other. And the wanton way her brother fucked that wonderful cock in and out of her greedy pussy told her he felt it was right too!
"Fuck me, Adrian!" she cried joyously. "I'm about to come! Come in my pussy, I want to feel your come in my cunt! Oh, I loooooove you!"
Adrian's only answer was a guttural cry of passion. He was leaning back supporting himself with his hands now, ramming his cock home in Ari's pussy every time her luscious body descended toward his crotch. Through a steady rain of water Ari watched the ripple and play of his muscles as he strained to give her every inch of his mammoth cock.
It happened suddenly, without warning, and simultaneously. Ari's pussy clamped like a vise on Adrian's cock at the same instant hot jism boiled from the tip of his prick. "Ohhhhhhh!" Ari cried. "Adriaaaaaaannnnnnnnn!"
"God!" Adrian gritted. Of its own accord his ass bounced off the ceramic floor of the tub. His cock went impossibly far into the convulsing liquid-filled tunnel of Ari's pussy. For a never ending moment he poised there, arched backward, his sister perched on him with her orgasming cunt sucking jolt after jolt of come from his rigid prick. He gave a great shuddering cry and collapsed.
Ari was crying. Slumped against her brother's strong chest with the water coursing down her back, her hair like wet seaweed clinging to her body, and Adrian's hard cock spending itself with spurts of come in her trembling cunt, she cried with joy. She was utterly happy.
And she was safe.
CHAPTER FOUR
Slowly, Ari awakened. She had a sensation of floating. She wondered if she were dreaming. Then she remembered where she was, and smiled.
She was floating in fact-on the waterbed in her brother's bedroom.
Yesterday's memories came flooding back. Ari's cunt tingled. What a day-and what a night!
After the wild, exhilarating fuck in Adrian's bathtub, brother and sister had spent the whole afternoon and half the night fucking the daylights out of each other. The sweet promise of that first time was fulfilled again and again. Not only did her brother's lengthy cock stretch her hungry pussy as deliciously as Frank's had, but he used it with the skill of an expert and the tenderness of a lover. She wondered how she could ever have loved another man.
She rolled onto her back, brushed long hair from her face, and propped her head on her' hands. Adrian! Just the thought of her tall, handsome brother made her cunt water with hunger to feel his cock again!
She slipped a hand from behind her head and ran it under the sheets. Her long, luscious body was nude beneath. The hand covered a jug. Fingers sought and found a nipple, rolled it between thumb and forefinger. "Ahhhh," she murmured. She felt it harden. A warm glow of pleasure spread through her ripe tit and into her naked body, all the way to her toes.
She let go of her lust-swollen nipple. Her hand left her boob. It moved down, exploring the soft firmness of her body as if for the first time. Her pale skin was warm and seemed faintly moist.
Her stomach was a gentle dome beneath her ribs. Below it the softness of her waist was broken by the bristly forest atop the mound of her pussy. She cupped the cuntbun and squeezed it. Her hips shifted by themselves in response to the pleasure that filled her cunt.
She ran her finger down the slit of her pussy. Its tip was moistened with aromatic cunt sauces. She stroked it along her cunt again, enjoying the feeling it gave her.
Teasing her own pussy lips with her finger, she toyed with the idea of jacking off. It was interesting. She'd never masturbated before-she'd never really thought of it. But now it seemed to be a perfectly natural thing to do, if she couldn't have Adrian here to thrust his lovely cock up her hungry cunt.
But no. That wouldn't do. Why bother, when in just a little while Adrian would be home? She rolled to her side and looked at the clock. When Adrian had left her in a state of erotically sated exhaustion that morning he had said he should be able to get out of the shop a bit after two. That meant he could be home at any minute.
Ari lay back. Her heart beat faster in anticipation. Soon her beloved brother would be coming in the front door. And not long after that he could be sliding that enormous prick of his between her waiting thighs, deep into her pussy.
Just then she heard the metallic sounds of a key in a lock. Adrian! she thought. She got to her feet hurriedly. For a moment she looked at herself in her brother's mirror. She was beautiful, and she knew it. It made her happy. She wanted to be beautiful for Adrian.
She started to look for a robe or something to wrap around herself. Then she stopped. Why get dressed at all? It would be a trip to meet Adrian naked!
The front door opened and closed. She sauntered to the open door of the bedroom and leaned provocatively against the frame. Adrian stood with his back to her, bolting the door.
"Welcome home," she said provocatively.
"Oh, hi," Adrian called over his shoulder. He was using both hands to fasten the door and held a large brown paper sack in his teeth. He turned back to the door, then froze and looked back over his shoulder very slowly.
The bag dropped from his teeth. Reflexively his hands caught it. "Well, I'll be damned," he said huskily.
Ari smiled her horniest smile. She was rewarded by a visible bulge in the crotch of his tight-fitting tan cords. She let one hand drop casually to her tit. The bulge throbbed.
Adrian devoured his sister with his eyes. It would have taken a bronze statue not to stare-with almost six feet of beautiful, stark naked girl gazing at him with a look of completely open invitation! Her boobs were high and proud despite their heavy fullness, and their bite-sized nipples had ballooned with hot desire. They seemed to be vibrating with the need to have him take them into his mouth and suck them till their owner screamed with pleasure. Her skin was pale white and flawless, her long hair shining auburn with sensuous red highlights, the fur on her pussy a soft-looking triangle pointing like a traffic arrow at the hidden opening of her cunt. A droplet of cunt-honey caught the light and glittered in the tangle of cunt-fur between her tasty thighs.
"Like what you see?" she asked.
"You're not kidding, sister dear," he answered frankly. "Why don't you go on into the bedroom, beautiful? I have a surprise for you."
Smiling still more widely, she dropped her eyes slowly to his straining fly, where his cock seemed about to burst free at any second. "I don't think it'll be that much of a surprise, brother dear," she said.
"Don't be so sure." She turned and walked away. He came close to gasping at the sight of her exquisite ass cheeks, returned to their original perfect pink-tinged whiteness, working against one another as her long legs moved. He felt an overpowering urge to grab her and ram his prick between those legs, into that obviously wet and ready cunt, and incestuously fuck hell out of his lovely, willing sister!
Not yet, he told himself. He hadn't been kidding when he told her he had a surprise for her.
He followed her into the bedroom. Ari was bending over pretending to straighten the covers of the bed. Adrian had no illusions about what she was trying to do. The chestnut thatch of her cunt peeked at him, framed by tapering thighs and round, pert buttocks, and in the midst of it shone a hint of virginally pink pussy lips. It amazed him that his cock didn't tear out of his pants right then and there.
Ari straightened up and turned around. "Have anything special planned for this afternoon?" she asked. Her lips were moist and gleaming and their was a light in her green eyes. "I hope I'm not getting in the way."
"I had something in mind, all right," her brother told her, "but you're sure as hell not getting in the way. My plans involved you, as a matter of act. Now, close your eyes."
Ari did. Her body quivered with excitement. What delights did her brother have in mind for her now? "Now hold out your hands. Both of them. That's right."
Eagerly, the naked woman obeyed. Cunt sauce overflowed her ravenous cunt and dribbled down the insides of her thighs. The pussy oil felt chilly on her bare skin.
"Now what?" she asked.
"Now this." Ice-cold hardness encircled her wrists. She heard multiple clicks, as of metal on metal. Puzzled, she opened her eyes.
She was handcuffed!
Her eyes flew open. "Adrian! Wha-?"
"I told you it would be a surprise," he said. He grabbed her roughly by the arm and dragged her toward the closet.
Unresistingly, she stumbled along. Her mind was numbed by the sudden turn of events. What was happening?
She had a horrible feeling that she knew. That she had been here before. But it couldn't be-this couldn't be happening! This was Adrian, her brother, her new-found love!
Still holding her arm, he yanked open the door to the closet. The closet was outsized, with several feet of space between the door and the hanging clothes. Adrian hauled his sister's arms up.
"Get your arms above your head, baby," he ordered. Ari glanced up. A large black iron hook projected from the ceiling of the closet. She stood still, unable to obey, unable to comprehend what was going on.
With a loud smack! something bit into her ass. "Oh!" she cried. "Dooooooon't!"
"Do as I tell you then, sweetheart," Adrian said. His voice was low, but it was brimming with an undercurrent of-raw emotion. Hesitantly, she did so.
Her bare butt smarted. She didn't know what it was she'd been hit with. It hurt, whatever it was. It hadn't bit as cruelly as Frank's blacksnake whip had, but the lingering pain was even worse.
She felt her brother's strong hands around her waist. With a grunt of exertion he raised her, looped the chain of the handcuffs on the metal hook. He let his sister go and stood back.
Ari hung by her wrists. Despite her height, the tips of her toes barely scraped the floor of the closet. Her shoulders ached from the strain of supporting her weight.
"There now," Adrian said. He stepped up to her and put his arms around her rump. He turned the handcuffed, hanging woman.
Ari now saw that there was a full-length mirror inside the closet door. She looked at herself. Her proud boobs seemed to droop. It seemed there was a haunted look in her eyes.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked her brother, fearfully.
"Let me show you," he said. He turned her again. "Look over your shoulder."
She did. She saw a glowing red mark on her left butt cheek. Then Adrian held up his hand to show her what had made the mark. It was a two foot length of nylon rope, knotted every five or six inches.
"See this?" Adrian asked. "It could tear your lovely white hide right off your flesh if I wanted it to. But I don't want to do anything to damage your beautiful body. It means too much to me.
But it can cause you quite a lot of pain, sister dear."
"Why are you doing this?" Ari stared at him. Her eyes voiced a plea her mouth would not say.
Adrian looked thoughtful. Then he moved, quick as a flash. The rope curled almost lovingly around the ripe curve of Ari's ass.
Fire burst in her ass. "YAAAAAAIIIIIIII!" she cried. Her pale limbs flailed in the air as she kicked out in agony. The cuffs bit her wrists as she twisted in her chains.
Ari's eyes were screwed shut in agony. She made herself pry them open. She knew what her brother had said, but she didn't believe him-she was sure the blow had ripped a bloody swath across the skin of her ass!
Her heart was in her throat as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. A new scarlet line crossed the crack of her butt, but the tender skin wasn't broken. She saw her brother, just stepping out of his pants. His cock jutted like a lance from his crotch.
The long prick waved like a whip antenna as he stood up and skinned his shirt off over his head. Muscles rippled under his tanned skin. "Why am I doing this?" he said, hefting the knotted rope in his hands. "I'll tell you."
He struck again. The rope wrapped around her buns and bit cruelly into the flesh inside the jut of her hipbone. Her scream was piercing and heartfelt.
"I'll tell you," Adrian said again. "I've always had a thing for this sort of pasttime. And it's not easy to find, ahh, willing partners. I had a nice blonde chickie who got off on it, but she split for the Coast a few weeks ago and I've been high and dry."
It was too much for Ari. Tears broke from her eyes. "B-b-but last night!" she sobbed. "Last night you-y-y-you-oh, God!"
"Yeah, last night was a trip," Adrian nodded. He licked his lips. "You're a helluva piece of ass, Ari. Too good to waste on a swine like Frank." The rope whined again. This time it drew a fiery streak across the front of the chained woman's thighs.
Ari's body spun clockwise and then counterclockwise. She was crying so violently that she shook. She cried from the pain in her abused rump, but she also cried at the pain of Adrian's betrayal. He was her only hope. Now he too had turned on her. Just like Frank, he was using her to satisfy his own perverted urges!
"But I get a whole lot more charge when I can do ... this!" Adrian said, and swung again. This time he didn't lay the wicked rope across Ari's butt. He brought it up between her thighs. The knots hit at her helpless pussy and asshole.
Her legs kicked clear over her head in a spasm of agony. "OooooooWAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" screamed Ari. "Oh NOOOOOOOOO! God, my pussy is ruined! OHHHHHHHH!"
"Yeah. You can see why it's hard to find playmates, baby. And you're soooo beautiful. All my life I've thought how beautiful my big sister was. Those long lean legs. Those huge jugs. Oh, God, I've wanted to fuck you since I was eleven!" He was breathing heavily now. His skin glowed with a fine sheen of sweat. His cock waved in the air radiating lustful heat. Ari could actually feel it on her pain-filled ass. The burning skin had been incredibly sensitized by the brutal caress of the knotted rope.
"But even more than that," Adrian panted, "I've wanted to torture you. Not because I hate you-I love you, Ari, God how I love you! But I've wanted to make you squirm, and sob, and cry out for mercy. I've wanted to see your naked beauty criss crossed slowly by a network of whip-lines! And now I'm doing it!"
He was gloating with inhuman exaltation. Ari gaped at him. Then her face twisted into a shrill wail as fresh pain raged in her butt. Adrian had struck her again, and even as she sucked in air he hit her ass once more.
Then he was raining blows on his sister's helpless body. Her ass, her thighs, her belly-when agony made her kick her legs apart he got in more blows on her delicate pussy mouth. Each lash was perfectly calculated to give the suspended woman the maximum of pain, without really damaging her flawless skin!
The whipping went on till Ari felt as if the bottom half of her body was being broiled in a furnace! Her cries rang till it seemed the windows would break. And the louder she shrieked and pleaded, the harder her brother whipped her!
Finally the incandescent agony stopped. Ari opened her eyes. Strands of hair were glued to her eyes by tears. She had to shake her head to clear them.
Her brother was bending over again. He straightened with a broom in his hands. He looked at her appraisingly. He put the end of the blue-painted handle against one red-hot asscheek. Then he set the straw part of the broom on the floor, put his bare foot in the middle of the broomstick and broke it with a single heave of his powerful shoulders.
With the short section of the handle in his hand he came up to his sister. His free hand roved lustfully over her nude body. She shuddered as he squeezed her boobs, afraid he'd pinch them. But, moaning with passion, he merely fondled her tits, her face, her bushy cunt.
Such was his sexual power over Ari that she felt her pussy begin to grow moist again. "Stop it, Adrian," she begged. "Stopppp!"
His hand went between her legs. "Ahhhhhhh!" Ari cried as he stuck a finger up her cunt and began fucking with short, rapid strokes. In a few seconds he was rewarded by a trickle of steamy, succulent pussy juices streaming down over the knuckle.
"You want me?" he hissed in her ear. "You wnat me to fuck you now, after what I've done to you?"
The tears flowed freely. "Yes," Ari said, barely audibly. "Yes, damn you, yesssss!"
Adrian's response was to jerk up her left leg and jam his cock six inches deep in her sopping cunt!
His bound sister was hanging sideways to him. He held his left hand under her tender left thighs. His legs straddled hers as he cocked his hips to drive the rest of his unbelievable prick the rest of the way into Ari's pussy. "Unnnnnngh!" she groaned as she felt the hard cock prod deeply up her snatch.
Her tits jiggled as he fucked his big cock to her rapidly a half-dozen times. A flood of seething pussy sauce soaked his prick, his pubic hair, the hairy nut-sac dangling between his smooth thighs. The smell of cunt honey permeated the room.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Adrian grunted as he fucked the chained woman.
"Fuck me! Harder! Faster!" Ari's tears were still streaming. Her naked body swelled with ecstasy.
Something rigid poked into a buttock. The touch stung the tormented flesh. "Wh-what?" Ari gasped. Her pussy throbbed with delight at the tremendous prick pistoning in and out of it.
Then the unyielding hardness was shoved straight up her asshole. Twisting pain shot up her poopchute. "Yaaaah! EeeeeeeeYOWWWWWWW!" she shouted.
"Like that?" Adrian gritted. He thrust yet another inch of wooden broomhandle up his sister's rear. She jerked and contorted, trying to escape the terrible invasion. The sensations of her sloppy, elastic cunt walls warping and flowing around his prick turned his knees to water.
With five inches of wood forced into Ari's butthole, Adrian gripped the rest of the stick like a lever. He pulled upward experimentally.
The effect was threefold. The stretching of her ass channel in a horribly unnatural fashion made Ari buck like a speared fish. The leverage of the broom handle itself moved her naked body. And Adrian could feel the stick itself rubbing against his deeply-buried prick, through the soft membranes of his sister's body.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Ari sobbed breathlessly. "Don't-stop! Ghaaaaaaaa! I ... can't ... stand it!"
Slowly, Adrian drew his stiff prick out of his sister's still-dripping pussy. The pale length of his prick gleamed with cunt juice. He turned the handle like a crank, around and around. Ari writhed. The impalement of her butt seemed to be tearing her apart.
With a jerk Adrian drove a little more stick up Ari's asshole. She shrieked. The leg Adrian was holding kicked uncontrollably. Her boobs flew as she jerked her body from side to side. Her mindless struggles only increase the agony she was going through-and intensified her brother's pleasure!
"Keep on squirming, baby!" he urged. His cock was surrounded by a million different churnings. The muscular contractions her pain caused tightened her pussy channel as though she were coming around his cunt-swallowed prick! Huffing and puffing he started to fuck her hard and fast, controlling her with a ruthless hand on the "lever" thrust up her asshole!
The agony of the broomstick poking around in her butt was terrible. But the pleasure of having her brother fuck his long, long cock up her cunt time and again was irresistible! Pain and pleasure wracked in her body. The world was turned upside down. The tears that rolled from her eyes were tears of delight and agony both!
Adrian worked the broomstick with all his might, sending stabs of brutal pain up her sister's ass. But his cock was in an oily roiling heaven! And Ari was responding. He could feel the heat grow in her cunt.
Ari couldn't get her breath. She didn't know what to do. And then her heart almost stopped.
It couldn't be. But it was. She was about to come!
"NOOOOOOOO!" she wailed. She couldn't let herself-she couldn't accept that, despite her pain and helplessness and humiliation, she was about to be wracked by an earthshaking orgasm.
"Yes," Adrian ground out, mistaking her meaning. "You're going to get it up ass and pussy till I get my rocks off!"
"Not what I mean!" Ari cried. "Eeeeeee! Oh, it hurts-but it hurts sooo good! Fuck me, hurt me, abuse me-but fuuuuuuck meeeeee!"
Her cry reflexively tightened her greasy cunt channel. Whether it was that or the joy of hearing his tortured sister beg him to fuck her, Adrian would never know. But just then he came like Old Faithful!
The boiling geyser of jism seared Ari's cunt tunnel. It acted like a catalyst as it filled her cock-gorged pussy. She howled like an air-raid alarm and came.
Her pussy sucked blast after blast of come from the tip of Adrian's ramrodding prick. His fingers dug brutally deep into the flesh of his sister's thigh as he fucked his sperm into her sucking cunt. His other hand ground the broom handle around Ari's asshole as though he were churning butter.
Pussy sauce and jism spurted from Ari's wide-open cunt with every inward thrust of Adrian's prick. His belly was soon covered by the stuff, and it ran reeking down her right leg. Her wrists were numb from supporting her weight and her arms seemed to have come out of their sockets. She didn't care. All she cared about was drinking in every drop of jism and pleasure her brother's cock was stuffing into her pussy.
At last their ecstatic sighs died down. Adrian's prick gave a final pulse of come, then began to go limp even as Ari's cunt continued to clutch at it. The crushing, rhythmic pressure on his prick was sweet agony.
Finally her cunt contractions spit the limber prick right out amid a spray of come and pussy oils. With one leg in the air, Ari's twat was yawning open, exposed to the cool air currents in the room.
Ari kept bouncing, fucking herself on the ass-buried broomstick for want of anything else to satisfy her fuck-need with. Then slowly she went limp as the manic energy of climax flowed out of her along with her brother's sperm. The man released her leg and stepped back with his sopping prick dangling and dripping between his thighs. Ari hung with the broken broomstick jutting from her bottom like a tail.
"That was great," Adrian breathed. "Why don't you just hang around a while, baby? Don't go away-I've got plans for you!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Adrian Dalton leaned back in his chair and blew smoke through his nostrils. His lovely young sister stood stiff and unmoving as a wooden statue as a shorter woman with dyed red hair inspected her minutely.
"She's a good looking twat," the redhead admitted grudgingly. She looked up at Adrian. Her face was attractive under too much makeup. "But you've got to realize how risky this all is."
Adrian laughed. "Where's the risk, Rosey? She's a runaway wife. The streets are crawling with them. Her distraught husband won't come around to you looking for her-or if he does you can wonder just how distraught he really is." He took a long drag on his cigarette.
The short redhead reached out and grabbed a handful of Ari's ass. Ari jumped and stifled an outcry. She looked daggers back over her shoulder at her brother.
And to think she'd trusted him?
"So what is the pussy to you?" Rosy asked.
"Just say," Adrian said with a negligent wave of his hand, "that she's like a sister to me."
Rosy laughed. "Always had a touch with the women, haven't you? A few days with them and you've got them eating out of your hand." She grinned wickedly. "Only sometimes it isn't so easy to get rid of them, eh?"
The young man grinned back lopsidedly.
The woman continued her inspection of Ari. Despite the fact that she was fully dressed in blue slacks and a white blouse, Ari felt completely naked, completely exposed to Rosy's intimate yet impersonal appraisal. She repressed a shudder. She wasn't going to let her brother and this awful woman know how shaken she was!
"I can give you a thousand for her, clear title," the redhead said at last. The matter-of-fact way in which she said it sent cold chills down Ari's spine. Could it really be her she was talking about?"
A harsh laugh made her jerk her head at her brother. "A thousand?" he asked, eyebrows raised as if in disbelief. "Tell me you're kidding!"
"I'm not made of money, honey. Times are hard."
"Look, Rosy, be reasonable," he said, leaning forward. "This is a special deal. You get this lovely lady no strings attached and no questions asked. You can do anything you like with her."
"What are you getting at?" Rosy asked suspiciously.
"Don't you ever have any customers-well-heeled ones-who ask for, uhh, services your girls aren't too happy to render? You know-rough stuff, whips and chains."
"Yeah," the short woman said guardedly.
"Well this here little lady will be right there and available for any kind of services your patrons' hearts desire. And they can get just as rough as they please-or you're willing to let them."
Rosy looked thoughtful. She gazed hard at Ari and ran a pale pink tongue over her full lips. "You've got a point, Adrian," she admitted.
"Three thousand."
It was Rosy's turn to scoff. "Come off it! I-"
"Three thousand."
She scowled at him. "Well, I'll think about it," she sighed. "But I've got to have her tried out first, I'm not buying any pigs in a poke."
"Didn't think you would. Feel free."
Rosy walked to the door. She paused just short of it. "You want to watch?"
"Much obliged."
The woman opened the door. "Derek?" she called. "Come on in. I've got a job for you."
Ari looked from her to her brother. Her heart was pounding. She was aware something bad was about to happen. But what?
The door opened wider. Derek came in. Ari gasped. He was the biggest man she'd ever seen! He filled the doorframe. "Yeah, Rosy?" he said.
Rosy tilted her head at Ari. "New arrival," she said. "Try her out."
Derek turned his huge head to look at the now-trembling Ari. "Rough or gentle?" he asked calmly. His eyes were limpid blue and his hair was curly and blond. He looked at Ari with no more emotion or interest than if she was a bookcase.
"Good and rough," Rosey said. She picked a cigarette out of a box on a nearby table and lit it with an ornate lighter.
The blond giant lumbered forward. At last Ari moved. She fell back a step at a time, staring up at him in growling panic. His utter indifference was far more menacing than raging lust would have been.
Adrian perched on the edge of his chair with his elbows on his knees and his cigarette held tautly between his lips, puffing furiously. Ari's retreat was brought up short when she backed abruptly into a wall. She stood with her eyes wide and her stomach crawling. Derek stretched out a great paw of a hand to her.
Something broke. Ari tried to bolt, ducking under the reaching arm. The big man was fast, faster than Ari would have thought possible. White light exploded in the back of her head.
She sprawled face first on the carpet. Stooping, Derek took her under the armpits and hauled her to her feet. Her ears rang and her mouth tasted foul. She shook her head, trying desperately to clear it.
Derek propped Ari against the wall. He pawed at her full, heavy boobs. She cringed to the touch. "Get away," she said shrilly. "Don't touch me! Leave me alone!"
For answer, Derek hooked stubby fingers into the neck of her blouse and tore the garment off her. She screamed. Her jugs bounced wildly inside her bra.
The thick fingers ran down her body, seeming to dig furrows down her stomach. His fingers went inside her pants. She felt the hardness of his nail on her flesh. Then he ripped pants and panties away, leaving her lower body exposed.
"Nice bush," Rosy commented, eyeing the trim auburn triangle of thatch on her pussy mound. Derek put a hand over Ari's cunt bun. He squeezed.
Ari gasped for air. Derek seemed to be crushing the tender flesh of her cunt mound. "Let me go!" she whispered.
To her relief he released her aching cunt. He yanked her bra off her shoulders. Her tits swung free. He grabbed a handful of tit.
He started crushing the boob. Its whole tip went red as he put on the pressure of his tremendously powerful arms. "Don't," Ari moaned in feverish pain. "Do-on't!"
The crushing continued. Derek's pale eyes stared dreamily at the reddening boob. Ari felt as if her poor tit was about to burst like an outsized pimple!
Just when she thought she was about to die Derek released her jug. She slumped. She felt the wall, hard and cool beneath her palms. The surface was slightly rough in texture.
With a sudden surge of energy she pushed off from the wall. Her torn pants had fallen around her knees, and they tripped her before she'd gone two steps. She went down to her knees with her arms flailing.
Again Derek moved like a springing cat. He caught her flying auburn hair, twisting his fingers in it. Ari started to topple over. He dragged her back up to her knees.
With a cruel one-handed grip on her long hair the big man began unbuttoning his pants. He undid his fly and pulled his trousers down. His cock sprang out, stiff as a board and pulsing visibly to his heartbeat.
Ari's eyes opened wide as saucers. His prick was enormous! It was as long as her brother's, and as thick as Frank's-no, thicker!
Derek grabbed both sides of Ari's head. He dragged her face towards his protruding prick. Its lustful heat washed over her face.
"No!" Ari cried. With a heave of her neck muscles she turned her face away. Derek's giant cock poked into her cheek.
With great patience he pulled her head away from his crotch. One hand released its painfully tight grip on her hair. Then Derek backhanded his victim hard across the face.
Ari's head snapped to the side, her mouth opening in an agonized scream. Rapidly and efficiently Derek grabbed her face again and plugged the fat head of his prick into her gaping mouth. "Mmmmmmmm!" she said.
Derek jerked his twin handfuls of hair toward himself. "Mmmmmmmmppppph!" went Ari. Her face was forced a half inch onto the erect cock.
Her jaws creaked. Her cheek muscles ached. Her tongue was coiled as far back in her mouth cavity as it would go. Her head pounded and her stomach was churning.
Another vicious yank drove an inch and a half of cock into her unwilling face. She felt the bulbous cockhead poke down her throat. She wanted to gag. Her cheek burned from the savage slap.
With a heave of his well-muscled hips Derek forced the rest of his prick down the woman's throat. Ari did gag. The involuntary spasm of her muscles clamped around his cock and seemed to milk it. She felt his body tense. He grunted with enjoyment.
Frantic, Ari began to wag her head from side to side. "Ahhhhh!" Derek moaned. He pulled back on Ari's hair.
Her lips pooched out as her face slid off the impaling bar of his prick. The thick cock was slick and shiny with spit. Hysterically, Ari kept shaking her head, oblivious to the fact that all she was doing was increasing Derek's delight in orally raping her.
He pulled the woman's head away from him till only the head of his prick was wedging open Ari's mouth. For a long moment he savored her thrashings and the sensations that shot from his lip-wrapped prick. Then he rammed his huge cock all the way back into Ari's mouth.
She choked on the mammoth prick. For a moment she felt his pulse on the root of her tongue. Then the pain at the side of her head told her Derek was pulling her back again.
He fucked her face with powerful strokes. It felt as though her hair was being torn right out of her head. Her jaw threatened to pop out of its hinge. Her head reeled with nausea.
Adrian felt his cock grow into a raging giant inside his pants. What a show! It was nearly as much fun to watch his sister degraded and raped as to do it himself. What a pity he couldn't plug his cock into that juicy snatch of hers right about now!
His view was suddenly blocked. He looked up indignantly into Rosy's painted but pretty features. Her lips were shiny and her eyes were heavy-lidded. Before he could speak she put a hand in the center of his chest and pushed him back.
"Whatthehell-?" he burst out. Not answering, Rosy bent over, exposing a generous view of her creamy, blut-veined tits. She started to unfasten his fly.
"Don't worry," she said huskily. "This one's on the house."
Adrian looked past her just in time to see Derek pop his massive prick out of his sister's mouth. "Ghaaaaa!" she exclaimed, shaking her head. Her mouth was smeared with her saliva.
By her long luxurious hair Derek hauled the mostly-naked woman to her feet. She came up fighting. She drove her fists with all the power of her lithe, strong body full into the pit of his stomach.
She might as well have hit a solid slab of oak. Derek never changed his bland expression. He bent over and picked the kicking, screaming woman up and threw her over his shoulder.
Pale limbs flailed. The fur of her pussy winked between her thighs. Her upturned ass was a rosy pink from Adrian's whipping.
Carrying the angrily struggling woman as though she were a docile child, Derek walked toward the counter of the wet bar with which his employer's office was furnished. His cock bobbed ahead of him, its head glowing like a signal light. He brought her forward and dumped her on her ass on the tile top.
Rosy was just then tugging Adrian's pants down around his thighs. His cock wobbled eagerly in the air. She stood up and turned to face away from him, so she could face the action. She reached down and flounced up the hem of her short skirt. Her plump, naked asscheeks smiled at him. The hearty reek of her dripping cunt hit him in the face. She swung a juicy thigh to straddle his crotch and sat down on his cock. Her fat cuntlips splayed out to enfold the head of the prick. A trickle of pussy sauce ran glittering down the pale shaft of cock.
The bar had been built especially for the short but full-bodied Rosy. Consequently the top of the counter came only to the top of Derek's corded thighs. He pulled Ari's legs up till her knees were in the air and her heels were on his shoulders. Taut between her calves, the remnants of her slacks were pressed against his chest.
Huge hands wrapped around her haunches. His fingers hooked around Ari's thighs. The broad thumbs probed between the pert roundness of her asscheeks.
With a double heave of his wrists Derek made Ari's asshole gape wide. He shoved the conical head of his prick into the opening and popped the huge cockhead right into her ass with a guttural grunt. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Ari wailed.
If she'd thought having Frank's prick forced up her ass was bad, she'd been naive. With only the pulsating purple head of Derek's prick inserted in her poopchute she felt as full of cock as she had when Frank had had every inch of his big prick fucked up her asshole! "It huuuuurrrrrts!" Her voice was jagged as broken glass. "It's about to split me wide open. Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!"
Derek let go of her butt. Instead he put his huge hands around the naked woman's waist. His fingertips nearly made a circle around her slender middle. Tightening his hold, he drove forward with his hips.
"Ohh!" Ari yipped. "Wait, you can't-it's not greased! It'll tear my poor asshole to shreds!"
For the first time Derek's face lost its mask-like impassiveness. He smilecI'down on her. Then with a mighty wrench he drove four inches of dry, rasping cock straight into Ari's unprotected asshole!
"OHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHH!" Ari's head banged off the tile as she screamed in awful torment. It felt as if a light pole studded with broken glass was being crammed up her ass!
Her every muscle tightened in reflex. She had to keep him from forcing any more of that terrible cock up her ass! She knew it was shredding the delicate membranes inside the passage of her ass. And she knew she couldn't take any more of the dreadful stretching the thick prick was giving her ass!
Derek groaned loudly as Ari squeezed on his ass-buried prick with all her strength. The already incredible tightness of Ari's poopchute was magnified a thousandfold. But his stomach went flat and his muscles bunched into knots as he strove to drive his mighty cock ever more deeply into her fiercely-resisting rump. He was determined to buttfuck her within an inch of her life!
Rosy was fucking herself with wild abandon on Adrian's stiff pole of cock. Squelching sounds came from her pussy, and a fine spray of pussy oils misted her buns and dewed the youth's bush. His hands were cool on her asscheeks. But for both of the avidly fucking pair, the real turnon was watching Derek, the muscleman, rape the hell out of Ari's butt with his titanic prick!
"Look at him ... go!" Rosy gasped, almost choking on her wanton passion. "Watch ... him ... cram that-ahhh!-cock up her pretty butt!"
"Mmmmmm, yeah," Adrian purred.
"Ohhh, wow," Rosy moaned. "Fuck that long cock of yours up my pussy!"
Adrian's fingers dug into her flesh as he obeyed. Pussy sauce gurgled around his hard-driven prick as he fucked it home again and again, delving ever deeper up the red-head's cunt.
His sister was in agony. Derek's cock seemed to be a mile long and half a mile wide. She knew her body would split right down the middle at any moment. But she would have welcomed that-anything to rescue her from the awful scraping of every nerve in her dry-walled and sensitive ass channel!
The dry embrace of her asshole was scraping Derek's cock raw too, but he was revelling in it. Just as safecrackers sandpapered their fingertips to increase their sense of touch, so his tremendous prick was being steadily more sensitized as he pushed it home in the naked, writhing woman's butt. And her every struggle pushed and pulled the walls of her rectum around his probing prick in a hundred different ways, each a breathtaking delight!
Finally every inch of that incredible cock was planted firmly in Ari's ass. She arched her back and shrieked again and again. Every beat of Derek's powerful heart was like another horrible inch of cock being rammed up her ass!
Then Derek began the wearisome but rewarding task of pulling his cock out of his victim's shapely butt. Ari went mad with pain. It was unbelievable! It was unbearable! It was as if her ass passage was being pulled inside out by a million cruelly-barbed hooks.
"Aiiiiii! Oh! Aiiiiiieeeeee!" she cried. Her yells of agony were as effective as her constant twistings as she sought to escape the agony impaling her ass. She drummed the countertop with the heels of her hands and the tears coursed like rain down her cheeks.
At last Derek had his prick withdrawn. Ari's asshole pulsated around the juncture of prickhead and shaft. "Ahhhhhhh, yes," he murmured as pleasure filled his body. His cock tingled with pleasure.
But he wasn't content to merely stand there and let the involuntary contractions of her ass muscle bring him off. He wanted to fuck ass, and that's what he was going to do!
In one overpowering surge of pain Ari's ass was exploding with prick again. She screamed, but her scream died away as the suction of the huge cock pulling out drove breath from her body. And then the tearing prick was surging yet again into her pain-filled butt!
It was as if fire ants had crawled up her butthole and were stinging and biting the inside of her rectum. She felt sure she must be bleeding. The pain was too severe, too harsh for her poopchute not to be torn by the rasping, hard-driven cock.
Then the pistoning prick seemed to be swelling. Impossibly, her asshole hurt even worse with every inward drive of Derek's huge prick. She pressed her cheek against the unyielding countertop, her mouth open in a soundless scream.
Then, with his prick poised just inside Ari's quivering butthole, Derek came. Jism shot along her ass tunnel like the blast from a flamethrower. She found her voice again.
"YeeeeeOOOOOWWWWW!" she wailed. Her white butt jumped off the bar. Her nails scrabbled and broke on the tile. Her asshole was filled with fire!
Derek thrust his giant cock to the hilt in the woman's ass. His come boiled around his thick prick. The seething white sperm lubricated his cock's entry, but Ari felt no relief of the agony that possessed her. The man's come seared her raw ass channel like acid!
Every come-pulse of the massive prick stretched Ari's poopchute with new pain. The tightness of her pain-filled butt kept milking spew after spew of jism from Derek's cock. His mouth was open and working like a beached fish's. He was really getting off on pumping come up the helpless woman's asshole!
At long last the Zeppelin-like prick gave a final squirt of come as Derek's balls exhausted their store of sperm and semen. The cock kept pulsing in the throes of orgasm, and Ari's cries were ceaseless and shrill. Then it quit throbbing and quickly went limp.
A wild contraction of Ari's ass muscles shot the deflating prick out of her asshole in a spray of jism. Her lovely naked body collapsed limply, began shuddering with sobs. Derek looked down speculatively at the outsized prick swinging loosely between his thighs.
His boss was crying out now too, as she and Adrian writhed together in the grip of their shared climax. Shoved far, far up the slathering cistern of Rosy's cunt, Adrian's cock was shooting jism so hard it seemed to squirt up to her tonsils.
At last the fires of passion subsided to a warm, lascivious glow inside her well-fucked pussy. "The slut puts on a good show," she said breathlessly. "What do you think, Derek?"
"Not bad, Rosy," he said slowly. "Not bad at all."
"Neither is Adrian here," Rosy sighed. "All right, pal, you got your three thousand."
She shifted her hips. A lewd smile crossed her face at the feel of his still-rigid prick stirring inside her sopping pussy. "Niiiiice!" she purred. "You know, you really do drive a hard bargain!"
CHAPTER SIX
"You belong to me, baby," Rosy told the shivering Ari. "And you cost me a nice piece of change. You're going to do everything and anything I tell you to, and you're going to like it. Do you understand?"
Ari kept her head down. Tears leaked from her red-rimmed eyes. "Yes," she sniffled.
"You going to do what I tell you?"
"Y-yes."
"Bullshit." Rosy stood up. "You think you're going to get smart with me, baby. You don't know any better-but you're going to learn." She stepped to the door of her office. She'd sent her giant assistant out while the deal with Ari's brother was clenched. Now Adrian was gone, and Derek stood in the waiting room, placidly waiting his employer's commands.
"Come on in, Derek," she said. Then she came back and sat behind her desk. She opened a heavy ring binder and thumbed through it. "One thing, we take good care of our girls," she told Ari, who was sitting in a chair with a robe pulled around her naked body. "You'll have an apartment all to yourself."
"What do you want, Rosy?" Derel asked in his ponderous way of speaking.
"Take our new arrival up to 215-B," Rosy said, tossing the giant a key affixed to a diamond of green plastic. "Tell Candi and Randi we have a playmate for them tonight." She looked into another notebook. "Oh, and tell Patton in 118 he won't be able to have that party for his science-fiction group tonight. The party room is, ah, all tied up."
"Right, Rosy." He crossed to Ari and took her by the arm. She shrank from him with a small cry. But unlike the first time he'd touched her, he was gentle. He was firm, though. Ari found herself on her feet and walking toward the door of the office on legs of rubber.
They went out the waiting room and then Ari was blinking into the hot sunlight of afternoon. A door slammed behind them, marked MANAGER. Ari looked out at the apartment complex.
There was a big pool in the middle, right in front of her. Beautiful, bronzed girls in impossible scant bikinis talked or lay with the sun beating on their lovely flesh. Another girl swam the length of the pool with her jet-black hair flowing out behind her like seaweed.
Ari had wondered why her brother was bringing her to the apartments. It had never occurred to the naive young woman that somebody would think to combine managing an apartment house with a less legitimate activity. But the woman called Rosy seemed to be doing just that. The sunbathing beauties turned to watch her as Derek led her across the lawn by the pool. Were they used to young women with tear streaked faces, wearing short terrycloth robes, being led to vacant rooms? Probably. Ari wondered if any of the nearly-nude girls were-what had Rosy said? Candi and Randi. And if they were, what they made of their new playmate.
At the thought of the word, Ari shuddered. She didn't know what redheaded Rosy had meant by that. But it didn't sound good at all.
Derek walked her up a flight of steps. Keeping his grip on her upper arm, he fumbled a key into the lock of an apartment numbered 215. The door swung open and a wash of air-conditioned coolness swept out over them. Derek ushered Ari into the gloom of the room.
When her eyes grew accustomed to the comparative darkness, Ari saw that she was in a small but comfortable looking apartment. The furniture had the same mass-produced look all apartment furniture had, but the room seemed cozy enough.
"Get cleaned up," Derek said, letting her go. "Rosy will be mad if you don't look your best tonight. She'll punish you."
Ari looked at the big man fearfully, willing her mind not to dwell on possible "punishments" the voluptuous redhead might dream up. Derek went out into the daylight, pulling the door behind him. It shut.
She ran to the door. She heard a key being turned in the lock. Frantically, she twisted the knob. It wouldn't turn. The door had been locked from the outside.
Ari went to the window and opened the curtains. In line with the Cedar-Vue Apartment's advertisement as a security-conscious apartment house, the window was covered by narrow but strong steel bars. There was no escape that way.
She was a prisoner. A caged beast, awaiting the pleasure of her new owners.
She walked listlessly to the bed. Throwing herself face down on the spread, she began to cry.
* * *
A shower made her feel a bit better, but she was still depressed and scared. She watched a little television for distraction, but the hours dragged by. From time to time she heard footsteps go by on the balcony outside. Each time she started, sitting up with her heart in her mouth, until they went on by her door and out of earshot.
In the closet were clothes of various sizes. She found panties and a bra in a drawer. A brightly-colored shift in the closet was the only garment that would fit her long, supple frame. It was slit high on the sides so that white flashes of her shapely legs showed when she moved. A generous expanse of creamy titflesh was revealed by the low neckline. She got a drink of water and went back to sitting on the bed and wondering why daytime TV was so bad.
The knock on the door made her jump a foot in the air. "Just a minute!" she called out, and ran to the door to open it before she remembered that it opened from the outside. Feeling more sheepish than apprehensive, she stepped back.
The door opened. A pretty girl with raven hair and tan skin contrasting with her yellow bikini entered. "Hi," she smiled. "My name's Kathy.
You're supposed to come with me."
Suddenly apprehensive, Ari looked around. "Isn't there anything I should bring?" she asked, hoping to stall for time.
"Oh, no." Kathy shook her head. "Just your pretty body-and it is very pretty. The girls were right when they said the new kid was a hot one."
She put her hands on her hips and surveyed Ari from toe to hairline. Ari studied her in return. She was of medium height, and she had a pair of boobs that would have done credit to a much taller woman. Aside from her huge but firm jugs, Kathy was compactly built, and her brown hide was stretched taut over supple muscles.
"We better get on our way," the shorter girl said. "Rosy can get nasty if you keep her waiting." A shadow seemed to cross her pert, attractive face. She turned and went out, letting Ari see that her ass was as nicely sculpted as the rest of her.
Hesitantly, Ari stepped out after her into the evening cool. She thought of bolting down the steps and off into the night. Her long legs would carry her much faster than Kathy could run, she was sure. Then a form in the corner of her eye made her turn her head to see Derek, impassive as ever, leaning against the wall outside her apartment. Her thoughts of escape evaporated.
She followed the flash of the pale bikini stretched taut across Kathy's full asscheeks, down the stairs and across the pool area. At one end of the rectangular space between apartment blocks a building stood by itself. It was brightly lit and festive sounds came from within.
"A big show tonight," Kathy said over her shoulder. She led Ari around the end of the building and opened a door. She held it for Ari. She didn't meet the taller woman's eyes as she passed.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I know what it's like out there. We all have to go through it when we come here. Just keep in mind it'll be over soon."
"What-?" Ari started to ask. The door closed. She was alone in a bare hallway. Metallic noises from outside told her she was once more being locked in.
Almost immediately a door at the other end of the hallway opened. "Ariadne?" a short, slight blonde in a red swim suit asked. "Just in time. You're on."
Ari stood looking at her. Things were just happening too fast. "Come on," the little blonde urged. "You'll only make it worse if you screw around and waste time."
That didn't encourage Ari, but she knew she had no choice. She walked through the door. Ahead of the small girl she mounted a short flight of steps. Ahead was a blare of light and noise.
She paused at the head of the steps. Floodlights shone into her eyes, blinding her. A tiny hand touched the small of her back and pushed.
Ari stumbled into the full glare of the lights. A stir of motion and an expectant murmur went up in the room. She couldn't see anything but vague shifting forms, but the room seemed filled with people.
A hand touched her arm. She started, then turned around. "Ohh!" she cried.
It was a girl, beautiful and almost as tall as Ari herself. Her tits were small and pointed as the nosecone of a rocket-exposed to Ari's startled gaze by the strange leather harness that was all she wore! Amazed, Ari looked the newcomer over.
The leather girl shook back long, waved brown hair and stood watching Ari with a cool, contemptuous smile. Ari's eyes swept down the flatness of her belly and widened in surprise. The leather harness wrapped in a belt around her waist and then swept down around both slender thighs, leaving the delta-shaped forest of her cunt bush bare. The girl's wrists were encircled by spike-studded leather straps. And in one hand she carried a coiled whip.
Ari fell back a step. Smiling with what looked suspiciously like lust, the near-naked girl let her arm go. Ari spun and started to run, her fear of the strange leather-clad girl overcoming her fear of Derek and Rosy.
Immediately she ran full tilt into-the same girl! Ari gasped and backpedalled. The girl smiled with liquid brown eyes and moist, red lips and advanced.
Then Ari saw that in her hand she was holding, not a black whip, but a coil of rough rope. Ari looked over her shoulder. The first girl was still standing looking at her.
Belatedly, Ariadne realized the pair were identical twins-identical to the last detail of brown leather and shiny steel!
Strong hands gripped her wrists. She struggled. The whip-girl stepped forward to assist her twin, grabbing Ari's shoulders while the other pulled her hands together and fastened a loop of rope around her wrists.
The whip-girl backed up. Her sister gave Ari a hearty shove. Ari stumbled forward, went to her knees on the hard planking. The audience rumbled approval.
Something slithered across the floor toward Ari. She looked down to see the tip of the whip touch her calf. The brunette grinned at her and flicked her wrist.
Ari shrieked. Then she colored. The lash hadn't even touched her! Not her shrinking flesh, that is-but the front of her shift was hanging in ruins.
Another lightning slash of the whip and the remnants of the garment were hanging around her waist. The bound woman's eyes were becoming accustomed to the dazzle, and she could see an audience of perhaps a dozen men leaning forward in their seats.
She tried to climb to her feet. The noose around her wrists trailed off in a long tail like a leash, and a quick yank on the end of it by the other leather-harnessed beauty sat her abruptly on her ass with a thump. The whip cut air again, and one cup of her bra went spinning into the audience.
The other half of the bra fell into her lap. Ari looked around wildly. Her jugs were bared to the lustful gazes of a roomful of strangers!
A tug on the rope told her her captors wanted her to stand. "No!" she cried. "I won't! I won't let you strip me in front of these-AAAAAIIIIIIIIII!"
Her right thigh exploded into pain. Through a haze of tears she saw a long tear in the shift along her thigh. The flesh beneath throbbed with pain.
Whistle-crack! "Ohhhhhhh!" Ari moaned as her butt was bitten by the whip. Air washed in through the rip across her pert rump, stinging the weal the lash had left. Ari's hair flew as she tossed her head from side to side at the pulsing pain. Both girls were standing, watching her with lewd, expectant smiles.
The whip girl raised her hand again. "Nooooo-ooooo!" Ari shouted. She struggled to her feet.
"I'll get up-I'll do anything! Don't whip me again!"
The leather girls exchanged a look of satisfaction. A murmur from the crowd made Ari turn scarlet with embarrassment. She was sick at the way she begged, the way she'd debased herself in front of all these strangers!
The leather sang its whirring song. Ari's long legs were bared by a long slash in the fabric. As two more exquisitely aimed strokes made her cringe the rest of the ruined shift was ripped away. Ari stood with her only garb the flimsy panties enclosing her ass and her fertile cunt-mound. Her big boobs jounced up and down to her ragged breathing. She wished her hands were free so she could hide her boobs with them.
A dozen pairs of eyes avidly devoured the white cherry-tipped perfection of her jugs, the luscious symmetry of her body. Then they flicked toward her covered pussy. A dozen tongues licked over suddenly dry lips.
The whip girl was eyeing the captive as hornily as the men. She licked her lips, and then the whip lashed out again. With a loud rending sound its tip lapped at her crotch.
The panties parted in the middle. They opened like a clamshell, exposing her furry twat to the panting onlookers!
Instinctively, Ari bent in the middle, pressing her thighs together to hide her nude cunt. Her heavy jugs swung forward. The whip cracked again, and she knew her ass was bare. The shredded panties were only held up by her tightly pressed thighs.
She winced as she heard the whip whine through the thick air of the room again. She knew this was for real-that her shrinking flesh would sear to the dreaded touch of leather. She clamped her buttcheeks, expecting the blow to fall there.
She was wrong. Instead the whip came up underhand and slashed across the tips of her hanging boobs!
"YAAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAAHHHHH!" Her cry rose until it cracked and shattered into sobs. Her tits blazed with pain. Her auburn hair flew in a cloud as she whipped her head up.
The two leather girls were laughing musically, the first sounds they'd made. Ari's knees buckled beneath her. They dropped to the hardwood floor. The men in the audience craned forward, eyes bulging at the sight of her exposed and whipped flesh.
Ari's jugs throbbed with agony. She looked at them, half-expecting to see them in bloody tatters. They were intact-she should have known Rosy wouldn't allow her girls to damage potentially valuable merchandise! The ends of her boobs were scarlet and her nipples were stiff from the sensory overload of the whip.
In her concern over her tortured tits, she half-forgot about her two playmates Randi and Candi. But not for long. The bare-titted lovely with the whip smiled broadly at her appreciative audience, took careful aim, and sent the wicked lash slithering across the floor. Ari was sitting on her heels and her buttocks were splayed open. The stinging tip of the leather girl's whip licked right up between her ass-cheeks and snapped her vulnerable butthole!
"EEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!" she screeched. She took off straight out over the audience like a leaping frog-or would have, if the girl with the rope hadn't brought her up short. With an anguished yelp she sprawled on the floor almost at the feet of the spectators in the front row.
The rope girl dragged her back away from the ragingly horny audience before any of them thought to make a grab at the naked, tied up beauty who had nearly jumped into their laps. Ari's shoulders creaked in their sockets as her arms were drawn out behind her. The varnished wood floor friction-burned her haunches.
She stopped. Moaning, she rolled over onto her back and lay breathing heavily, her knees up in the air and spread wide apart. Her ass and tits seemed to be smoldering with agony. Was it over? She couldn't take much more.
Ari didn't notice the whip-bearing twin come up to stand at her feet. The brunette looked down at her pinkly smiling pussy, blossoming in the midst of her tangled red-brown pussy thatch. The leather lady licked her lips. Then she struck again with the whip.
When the knotted leather thong at the end of a whip cracks, it's travelling at greater than the speed of sound. And with fantastic skill the whip-girl caused the lash to give its supersonic snap right between the gaping flaps of Ari's cunt. The most sensitive portion of the beautiful prisoner's entire naked, bound body exploded into incandescent agony!
Skin scraped off Ari's heels and shoulders, so violent was the surge of pain ripping through her body. She ground her thighs together, babbling in torment, but the pain kept on! Each heartbeat was excruciating. Her fragile cunt ached as if it had been stung by a wasp!
Unconscious of the crowd, her tormentors and the rope biting cruelly into her wrists, she lay writhing on the cold hard floor. Her teeth were clenched. Hot tears coursed down her cheeks. Wave after wave of crimson agony washed the length of her naked body.
Gradually she became aware of a scraping sound. She put her head back and saw that an auditorium chair had been set by her head. The whip girl stood in front of it. Her brown legs straddled Ari's upturned, tear-stained face. Involuntarily, Ari looked up the tapering pillars of her thighs. The insides of them were streaking with shiny tracks of pussy sauce. Her cunt had overflowed with desire. Looking up into the dark tangle of her bush, she saw the pussy flaps dewed with silvery cunt oils.
Ari's heart gave an odd little bounce. The sight of the whip girl's naked, lustful pussy just a few inches above her face did something to her she couldn't define. She looked down herself to see the other twin, framed by her white legs, standing there. The telltale streaks of gleaming cunt honey showed on her thighs too.
The whip-girl sat down. Her knees were spread and now Ari's nostrils caught the steamy, spicy tang of aroused pussy. Apprehensively, she looked from side to side at the firm calves to either side of her face.
The whip-bearer's small conical boobs swung forward as she bent down. Smiling sweetly, she tangled a slim hand in Ari's hair and hauled the nude captive up. Ari rolled over and climbed onto her knees. With her hands bound behind her she couldn't balance, and she pitched forward-facefirst into her tormentor's brimming cunt!
A surprised gasp escaped Ari's lips as her nose plunged into the girl's dripping slit. Instantly her mouth filled with hot pussy juice! Before she could think, she'd swallowed reflexively.
God, she thought. A woman's cunt juice-I've swallowed a mouthful of cunt juice. She recoiled back, gagging.
Immediately the girl dragged her face back to the oozing snatch. She turned to the side so that her captor's cunt smeared her cheek with a slimy, lewd kiss. She wasn't going to eat the girl's pussy-she'd die first!
Her bare butt stung to the impact of the whip. "Ohhh!" Ari cried. Once more the girl tried to twist her face so that Ari's mouth was pressed over her pussy. Once more Ari resisted with all her might. Her neck and knees were bearing the brunt of her weight and her neck muscles were cracking, but she fought the whip-girl's attempt to make her eat pussy.
The leather girl had shortened her grip on her whip. Now she began to rain vicious blows on her victim's upturned ass. Sweat gleamed all over her mostly-nude body, her muscles rippled and her tits swung as she savagely slashed Ari's butt. The men in the audience were shifting in their seats, barely able to restrain their horniness at watching one beautiful girl try to force another to lap her cunt by laying on the lash!
Finally the pain became too much for Ari. She had taken too much abuse today to hold out indefinitely. The girl in the leather harness laid a particularly brutal stroke right along the crack of Ari's ass, and in the next instant Ari had her mouth fastened on the slobbering cunt and was tongue-kissing the rubbery pink lips for all she was worth!
She didn't know anything about eating cunt-the very thought of having sex with a woman, to say nothing of touching her mouth to a wet quim, made Ari ill. But with her ass pulsating with pain she gobbled her tormentor's pussy avidly if inexpertly. The girl released her painful grip on Ari's hair and slumped back in the chair with a sigh of delight.
Ari's head reeled at the overpowering stench of cunt that permeated her very being. Her stomach was in revolt at the thick, musky flavor of her captor's pussy. The feel of oily, slippery pussy lips slithering around her own lips and teeth and tongue made her skin crawl. But she ate the whip maid's cunt as if it were the choicest treat she'd ever sampled, knowing the girl was wriggling in sheer pleasure, knowing a crowd of randy strangers were getting their perverted jollies watching her debase herself in the most obscene fashion she could imagine! Anything was better than the whip.
Then suddenly she felt cool fingers on the raw flesh of her butt-and something cool and wet touched her puckered asshole. An unexpected surge of pleasure made her gasp. The moistness made a thrilling circle of her asshole, then probed gently at it again.
Belatedly Ari realized what was happening. The whip-girl's sister was eating her ass!
With her natural resistance to lezzie sex lowered by her beating and degradation, Ari found herself getting off on the butt-kissing treatment at once. The brunette's tongue was skillful-as skillful as Adrian or Frank's, but with something else added. Ari felt pain drain from her body. And as sexual excitement took its place she began eating cunt in earnest.
The girl whose pussy she was consuming gave a low animal moan of delight. Her pussy was watering eagerly now. And now Ari's gobbling mouth was scooping up every luscious drop of cunt honey with her delving, titillating tongue. The brown-haired whip girl began to stroke the sides of Ari's head with loving hands.
Her sister shifted her attention from Ari's asshole to Ari's now-dripping cunt. She got on all fours behind the kneeling captive and, pressing her face against Ari's butt, began lapping at her cunt-slit with long dog-like tongue strokes. Ari's body filled with joy. She was actually trembling with the intensity of her forbidden passion.
The lovely leather girl with her soft brown buttcheeks splayed out on the cool vinyl of the chair seat was reaping the benefits! Ari's inexperienced but ravenous cuntlapping was driving her crazy! Even if she hadn't already been turned on by abusing the auburn-haired beauty and making her squirm in front of a roomful of men, and from feeling their lustful gazes on her own tits and ass and pussy mound, she would have been brought to the brink of climax in a matter of seconds. And now she was so horny she could hardly stand it!
Though Ari would have died before admitting it, her torture and humiliation had brought her body to a fine edge where it was super-receptive to the lewd pleasure the other leather girl's lips and tongue were giving her cunt. And even the taste and feel and nearness of the pussy she was consuming was getting her off. At another time the very idea that she could be getting pleasure from having a woman lick her tasty cunt would have appalled her-to say nothing of the idea that she could actually enjoy going down on another woman. But now she couldn't enjoy it. She was about to come!
Pain burst incandescent in her rounded butt. She gave a full throated scream straight into the soaking depths of the whip girl's pussy. The whip girl clutched one-handed at Ari's hair and cried aloud with pleasure. Her other hand raised the whip again and brought it down in a cutting hail on Ari's enflamed rump.
Stroke after agonizing stroke bit into Ari's butt. But at the same time the second twin stepped up her consumption of Ari's pussy. Fresh feelings of pleasure surged into Ari's cunt a thousand times more intense than before!
Pleasure and pain warred in her body. Then the first leather girl's thighs clamped around Ari's head like padded jaws of a bear trap. Her back arched as she ground her pussy into Ari's face, and Ari's mouth was flooded with aromatic essence of climaxing cunt.
Even as the driving passion of orgasm took control of her, she laid a stinging tattoo of leather on Ari's vulnerable ass. And her sister was gobbling the captive's pussy every bit as readily as Ari was eating hers!
Ari's head swam. She couldn't believe it. But she was really and truly delighting in the caress of the whip on her naked flesh. "Mmmmmmppppphhhhh!" she moaned into her tasty mouthful of pussy. She couldn't hear her own ecstatic outcry with the resilient walls of flesh crushing her head. "Ummmmmmwwwwww-uuuuuunnnnnnhhhhhh!" she cried again, and then she was coming too.
The succulent sweetness of her cunt honeys flooded the second leather girl's mouth. She moaned and grabbed her pert pointy tits with both hands as she drove her greedy mouth deeper into Ari's spasming cunt. She ran her tongue in between the loosely-dangling lips of the tied-up woman's pussy, and let the contractions of her strong cunt muscles suck and stroke her tongue like fingers.
White skin and tanned skin contrasted as the two bare-assed girls strove together mouth to pussy in a scintillating orgasm. The audience panted with lust. What an incredible sight!
The whip girl's arm was a blur as she thrashed the captive's ass. Then she threw the whip away, put her head back, and screamed, "Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiii-EEEEEEEEEE!"
Ari couldn't hear it, but she felt it, and something inside of her revelled in the pleasure she was giving the girl who so recently had been publicly torturing her. It was forbidden-it was disgusting-it was degrading. But it was heaven!
At last the girl's thighs released their deathgrip. Ari collapsed onto the floor. Her cheek was pressed to the planking, but her rump was still propped up so that the second leather maid could bring the full power of her mouth to bear on her greedy cunt!
After what seemed a thousand glorious comes, Ari's pussy relaxed. The whip girl's sister kept gobbling happily at her cunt. The whip girl herself was slumped in the chair, fingers toying idly with Ari's lustrous hair.
Slowly Ari came back to herself. Even over the pleasure of the continuing cunt-eating she felt the first stirrings of the awful self-hatred and shame that would follow the full realization of what had been done to her-and what she had done! With a growing horror she became aware of the lustful murmurings of the men in the audience.
Now she heard the sounds of Rosy's other girls circulating among the crowd, singling out their customers and steering them out into the night-heading for individual apartments where the onlookers could drive their throbbing, steel-hard cocks into waiting pussies and let off the erotic pressure that had built up in their balls from watching Ari put through her paces.
I hope they get their money's worth! Ari thought bitterly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"No! No!" Ari shrieked, twisting and kicking. It did no good. The three grinning, laughing youths picked her up with no apparent effort.
"Spirited piece of ass," one of the young men laughed, easily turning his head away from the desperate fingers clawing for his eyes. "They're nicer that way."
"Yeah," the biggest one grunted as Ari drove her knee into his stomach. "If she doesn't kill us before we can plug into her."
"Just think," the third youngster said. His arms were around her waist and he had two handfuls of firm ass, with only the thin fabric of Ari's short skirt and panties between his palms and the silky skin of her butt. "A legalized gang rape. Far fucking out!"
Heads turned around the pool as the trio bore their shrieking victim towards the entrance of the complex exercise room. Some of the suntanning beauties smiled in malicious amusement at the new girl's plight. But most looked away.
The boy in the lead staggered down the steps to the door of the exercise room, which was below the party room, and kicked it open. Inside was cool and dark. They bundled Ari in and lay her on a bench with her skirt up around her hips. Her black panties contrasted starkly with the whiteness of her skin.
"Mmmm, just look at that," the first youth said, eyeing the luscious bulge of their victim's pussy mound. Short curly hairs wisped through the lacy fabric. "And all ours!"
The second boy, the largest of the three, was standing nearby looking at the ceiling. "Those four eyebolts in the ceiling must be what Rosy told us about," he said. "George, see if those chains she mentioned are in that cabinet like they're supposed to be."
The boy who'd held Ari's shoulders walked across the room and opened the cabinet. Ari gave a lunge and rolled off the bench as the third youth made an ineffectual grab for her. She got to her feet and then was running with all the speed of her long legs for the door.
Then her hair was grabbed and her head snapped back so hard she thought her neck was broken. She fell on her ass on the concrete. Then the big youngster had his arms around her jugs and was hauling the stunned woman to her feet. "For Christ's sake, Ben," he grunted. "Can't you do anything right? You damn near blew this deal for all of us!"
The third youth looked sheepish. "Well, shit, Lester, I didn't know the cunt was gonna make a break for it."
"You didn't know she was going to break for it? You jackass, what'd you think she'd do? Rosy let us have her cheap so we could break her down some. She knows we're going to chain her and whip her and gangfuck her till we can't stand up-what's she supposed to do? Help?"
He dragged the battling woman back to the bench. "Are those chains there, George?" he asked, hoisting Ari in the air and sitting her down on the bench.
"Yeah, Les."
"Then get 'em over here. Ben, help me get these goddamn clothes off her!"
The slightly ferret-faced Ben quit looking dejected and bounced to his feet with a new gleam in his eye. "Anything you say, Les!" He ran his hands up Ari's thighs and before the horrified woman could say a word he'd yanked her panties down around her knees.
"Whoo-ee!" he exclaimed. "Look at that pussy!" He made a loud kissing sound. Ari's bare foot lashed out and caught him on the point of the chin. He sprawled back, the panties coming away in his hand.
"Dammit, you bitch!" he snarled, scrambling back up. "I'll teach you to kick me in the face!" He lunged at Ari.
"Hold it!" Lester shouted, holding up his hand. Ben stopped. "There'll be plenty of time for that later. You and George get the chains on her legs before she does you any more damage."
He put his hand on a ripe tit and squeezed. Ari bit her Up. She looked up at him. His handsome young face gloated down at her without a hint of mercy.
Rough hands grabbed her legs. George squatted down and squinted up her long legs at her shadowed pussy. "C'mon, chain her up, and you'll get a better look," Les told him. He tore Ari's blouse off, showing her big tits rising and falling in the lacy black bra.
"Nice tits!" George commented. He fumbled with the thick manacles. Ari heard and felt one click around her left ankle, then her right. Her butt came off the bench as she began to fight with renewed fury.
It did no good. Les held her arms pinned behind her back. All her struggling did was toss her skirt back up around her waist, this time baring her cunt to the youths' lustful gazes. Her thrashing legs gave George and Ben tantalizing flashes of pink pussy amidst the nest of brown cunt fur.
"Pick her up," Les commanded. Even he was unable to keep a hoarse note of desire from his voice. Their tongues hanging out, George and Ben grabbed Ari's legs and lifted her off the bench.
Twisting in the air, Ari was carried to the center of the room. While Ben, fondling the captive's juicy thighs, held her, George climbed up on a stool and fastened one chain to one of the bolts in the ceiling. "Little higher," he grunted. Ari's weight would not have been easy to support even if she kept still instead of struggling.
She kept trying to reach around and claw at Les's eyes. But his grip on her prevented it. George got the two chains hooked to the ceiling and got down off the stool.
Ari felt a stirring of panic. She was trapped and helpless, with her legs chained to the ceiling! There was no escape for her now. The three leering teenagers could do whatever they felt like with her-for as long as they wanted.
Les was working his fingers around behind her shoulders. Ari wasn't struggling any more. She was afraid now that the burly youngster would drop her to strike her head on the bare concrete floor. She felt his fingers working the catch of her bra. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
Les slipped the straps over her shoulders, propping the back of her neck against his crotch. Even through his heavy denim trousers she could feel the heat and hardness of his raging cock. Gingerly he lifted the black bra off her jugs.
"Ahhhhhh," George and Ben sighed as one at the sight of the rich, creamy mounds of tit. Ari felt her skin crawl as they devoured her full boobs with their eyes. Her gorgeous body was stark naked now, except for her skirt hanging ineffectually around her middle.
Les shifted his grip on her, brought her arms around in front of her, supporting half her weight himself. "Chains," he ordered his comrades. Helpless in his grasp, Ari felt the beginning of strain in her shoulders. What would it be like to be completely suspended from the ceiling? Her insides knotted with fear at the certain knowledge she would soon be finding out.
Clumsily, George fastened heavy manacles around Ari's slender wrists. He kicked the stool over beside her and then clambered back up on it. With Ari's feet already fixed to the ceiling and both his friends holding their victim's upper body, he soon had the chains in place.
"All ri-ight!" he said, jumping down. Ben and Les exchanged burning looks and released Ari.
"Ah!" she gasped as the metal bands bit into her wrists. She felt the hardness in her ankles as well. And in her joints was the strain, not yet painful, just unnatural and unsettling. She breathed deeply, trying to control the panic that welled up inside her. She could do nothing. Panic could only make her situation worse.
She let her head hang. She looked from side to side. All around her, it seemed, young men were climbing out of their clothes as quickly as possible. Already Les had his pants off. His stiff prick waved in the air as he tugged his tee-shirt off over his head.
Against her will, Ari found her eyes drawn to the boy's rigid prick. It wasn't particularly outstanding-it was nothing in comparison to Frank's slab of a cock, or her own brother's long skinny rod of prick. But in spite of herself, Ari rolled over in her mind how good it would feel to have that prick rammed up her pussy!
The others had undressed now. George was still wearing his red and white muscle shirt. Like his pal Les's, his rock-hard prick was nothing out of the ordinary. Then Ari turned her head the other way and saw Ben's cock-and gasped.
Little and skinny as Ben was, his cock was almost as big as Frank's!
"I have an idea," Les said, gazing lustfully at the prisoner's boobs. Like mounds of creamy custard, the huge tits quivered ever so gently to the slight swinging of Ari's suspended body. He reached out and cupped one jug with his hand. Ari felt his pulse throbbing through his slightly sweaty palm. And, to her amazement, she also felt her nipple begin to get hard!
Was it possible? Was she getting turned on? She didn't want to consider the possibility. She was tied up, hung from the rafters like a chandelier, and she was about to be fucked by all three youths-as many times as they felt like! But she couldn't avoid the fact. She was undeniably getting horny!
"You gonna tell us what it is," George asked dryly, "or are you going to stand there all day hanging onto her boob?"
"Let's take turns," Les said with a grin. He gave Ari's jug a squeeze. She sucked in a sharp breath as pleasurable feelings shot through her ribcage. "We swing her back and forth, see, and we take turns standing right there, so that when she swings toward us her little twat impales itself on a nice hard cock."
Unholy light glittered in the other two's eyes. "Hell, let's make it interesting," Ben suggested. "Whoever comes off first, has to stand back while the other two fuck her mouth and pussy-or whatever."
"Aw-reet," Les grinned. "Let's get down to it!"
Neither of the others protested as he walked around the captive and took up position between her thighs, so close he could feel the heat of his cockhead washing over her open pussy-lips. He put his hands on her legs. "Here we goooo, baby!" He gave her a push.
Ari felt an odd feeling of weightlessness come over her as she swung up. It was like the first time she'd ever been on a playground swing. But the peculiar exhilaration wasn't just from blood leaving her head-it was also from anticipation! She poised at the top of her arc. Her luxurious auburn hair floated up past her head. Then she was soaring back toward the cock pointing like an arrow at her wide-open, available cunt!
Les's aim was perfect. With a soft plop! Ari's pussy met his prickhead. The loose lips parted easily and her pussy slid down the boy's prick like a tightfitting flesh sleeve. "Aaaaaaaaah!" Ari and Les moaned at the same time, almost overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure of cock sliding hilt-deep in pussy.
It was radically different from any kind of fucking Ari had done-and in her brief experience she'd done a lot of different kinds of balling. She seemed to be floating in air-the blood leaving her limbs numbed them, giving her the illusion that all that was holding her up was the stiff prick buried in her cunt. "Ummmmmm," she moaned involuntarily. Of its own accord her pussy gave Les's prick a squeeze.
"Whooooooo boy!" the youth exclaimed. He wagged his hips. His cock stirred deliciously in Ari's pussy. Instantly the prick was swimming in hot pussy sauce. The rich fragrance reached Les's nostrils. He drank it in like perfume.
"Hey, give us a break!" George protested.
"Yeah-from the look on your face you're about to lose the contest before it even begins," Ben leered.
"Welllll, since you put it that way...." Reluctant to give up the succulent paradise enfolding his horny cock, Les pushed the girl away from him. A sucking noise came from Ari's cunt as it was pulled off his prick. The cock jerked once, flinging a clear sweet-smelling droplet of cunt honey onto Les's broad, bare chest.
"My turn," George said, jumping to take Les's place before Ben could even move.
"Saving the best for last," Ari heard the well-endowed boy mutter as she swung back toward George's ready cock.
This time the rigid prick splashed as it went into her oil-filled cunt. A spray of pussy sauce splashed both bellies. Ari's skirt flapped down to hide her cock-filled cunt from the other two.
"Now, that's a pussy," George moaned as Ari swung off his prick. She was hot now, there was no getting around the fact. His prick was fairly dripping with her aromatic pussy juices!
Ben could barely contain himself as he took his position. Ari's green eyes were closed in an ecstasy that left no thought in her mind for the pain in her chafed wrists and ankles, or for the humiliation-and helplessness-of her situation. All she wanted to do was fuck! And Ben meant to oblige her!
Drooling with lust he watched her sail up, watched her lovely hair rising like red-touched mist around her beautiful face. Her pussy thatch was reddish, too, except for where the sauces that leaked from her slavering pussy had stained it dark. Her cunt lips were pink and delicate and inviting, and he could barely stand the anticipation of having those dripping pussy lips wrapped around his enormous prick. She swung at him.
"Awwwwwwwwkkk!" Ben gave a strangled cry and fell back even as Ari gave a small yelp of pain. His aim had not been as good as his friends'-the tip of his monster cock had missed the eager mouth of her cunt and poked into an outer pussy Up. The big woman's inertia had bent the prick painfully.
"That's your turn," Les said, pushing his friend away, Ben turned red and opened his mouth to protest. Just then Ari's gaping cunt squelched down onto Les's cock. She sighed. Ben shut his mouth.
Eagerly George took his turn. He met Ari's hungry cunt with an upward drive of his hips that planted an extra half-inch of his prick in her needy twat and made her jugs jiggle like erotic jello. "Ohhhhhhhh!" Ari exclaimed, as the upward motion of the prick crushed her swollen, sensitive clit. Her pussy tunnel crackled with sparks of joy.
Then it was Ben's turn again. Ari felt breathless as her pendulum-motion took her up. What would it be like to have such a gigantic prick forced into her pussy with all the force of her freely-swinging weight?
The conical cockhead met the mouth of Ari's pussy, wedged it open, forged up the narrow, greasy channel of her pussy. The giant cock stretched the fragile cunt walls way out. "Wow!" Ari breathed, as she felt hairy nuts flop against the grinning crack of her ass.
Too soon she was swinging the other way. Her cunt lips pooched way out as though unwilling to give up the hefty cock stuck between them. Ben watched delightedly as the pussy mouth slithered up his prick, leaving a slimy, spicy trail of shiny cunt juice. He grinned at the others.
It fell into a regular rhythm of fucking. Les's and George's cock were sweet delight plunging into her dripping cunt. But Ben's massive prick was sheer heaven every time Ari's to-and-fro movement fucked her pussy down onto it!
Her arms and legs ached, feeling as if they were about to be pulled from the sockets. The shackles were digging deeply into her tender flesh. And she was being degraded, raped by three total strangers. But Ari didn't care. It all had come together somehow-the chaining, the fucking, the three young strangers, the exotic quality of it all-and it felt good.
All that mattered to her now was the incredible delight of being able to feel three different cocks crammed up her pussy, one after another. As the three youngsters' passion increased, they began to push their captive faster, so that to Ari it almost felt as if it was one prick fucking her pussy, so close together were the strokes of their cocks-only it felt as if it were one cock that miraculously changed shape and size every time it fucked into her ravenous pussy!
To make it all better, there was the drifting, weightless feeling Ari's pendulum motion gave her as her captors fucked her.
It added a whole new meaning to the word swinging!
Soon Ari realized this wild treatment couldn't go on forever without having its effect. She was going to come soon-and hard!
"Fuck me!" she moaned as she swung up off Les's throbbing, dripping prick. "All of you-any of you! Please fuck meeeeeee!"
"Listen to that!" Les marveled. His cock was pulsating so furiously that he was afraid he'd come off standing there even as Ari's cunt sucked up George's ready cock. Not only would that lose him the contest-but what a waste of a good come when he could be firing his jism up the lovely prisoner's squirming cunt or down her alabaster throat! "The lady's really getting off on it! I don't know what trouble Rosy's been having with her-I don't have any complaints!"
"M-me neither," George stammered as the oily cunt slurped at his prick. He staggered weakly back, staring at his cunt juice coated prick. "That one almost finished me off!"
Ari wasn't listening. She was savoring the symphony of feelings, her hair flowing back and forth, the gleaming pale orbs of her boobs rolling over her chest to the rhythm of her swinging, cool air bathing her ass and lathered, dripping pussy. Even the bite of steel on her wrists and ankles-and always the fullness of having pounding male cock rammed up her pussy felt good!
It was too much to bear. "AHHHHHHH-HHHHH!" the prisoner cried out, and came.
Ben gasped as a noose of oiled silk strangled his deeply driven prick. For a neverending instant Ari's contracting pussy held the boy by his swollen cock in a grip so tight he thought his giant prick was being crushed. Sweat broke out on his brow.
The first spasm of Ari's climax eased. She slid away from Ben a fraction of an inch before her pussy seized his fat prick again. "Holy shit!" he cried. He practically blacked out as his cock filled the captive's pussy with an immense surge of seething come!
Then Ari's cunt was free of Ben's huge prick, trailing a stream of sperm. Ben cried out with frustration and lust both as his cock spurted an arcing stream of jism. He'd lost the game!
With feverish hands he grabbed the bare thighs, dragging the captive's cunt back onto his cock. His prick shuddered and spat another gob of come up her roiling, sucking cunt. "Ohhhhh," Ari moaned. "Oh, fuck my pussy full of come! I love to feel jism in me when I come! Yes, yes!"
George started forward, but Les stopped him. "Don't sweat it," he said. "It's our turn now!" George looked at him and nodded, licking his lips.
Ben's hips moved with short jerking motion as he pumped his hot come up Ari's cunt. Neither one of them could stop coming! The chained woman's pussy drank up every drop of jism and begged for more!
Ari's snatch bubbled over with white sperm. The gooey white stuff ran down Ben's skinny thighs.
"Hot damn," he groaned, as his prick squirted one final shot of come into the prisoner's greedy pussy.
He yanked his big prick out of Ari's cunt so fast that come and cunt juice flew all over the place. "Well, all right," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "She's all yours now. But it was worth it to lose!"
"You think so?" George leapt into position, aimed the head of his painfully-hard prick at the yawning mouth of Ari's sloppy, slobbering cunt, and drove it home with all his might. Ari's body jumped into the air, her tits bouncing wildly as fresh delights filled her pussy. "Then just watch!"
"Yessssssssss!" Ari sighed ecstatically as George began fucking his cock to her. It wasn't a giant salami like Ben's prick-but ohhhh, did it feel nice just fucking in and out of her pussy! Her thunderous orgasm only seemed to have whetted her cunt's hunger for rampant cock!
She raised her head and looked down at the boy, avidly pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. Experimentally she tightened the muscles of her pussy. George went pale. She felt his prick seem to swell anew within her pussy. Satisfied, she let her head hang back once again.
And found herself staring at the underside of a rock-hard prick and a dangling pair of balls! "Hey, baby," Les grinned down at her. "You didn't think I'd forgotten about you, did you?" He put one hand behind the captive's head. With the other he bent his pulsating prick down toward her face.
His prick still shone with her cunt honey. She could smell its pungent aroma, and the drying pussy oil was getting tacky. Not so long ago the thought of sucking on a cock that was redolent of her own pussy sauce would have turned Ari's stomach.
Now she opened her mouth happily to take the stiff prick in!
Les guided its swollen head between her dark lips. She closed her mouth around the cock and started sucking. Les gasped in surprise. He threw his head back in response to the sudden surge of pleasure that shot up his prick. He blinked. As horny as he'd gotten with the weird, wonderful on-and-off fucking of the chained beauty, he was going to shoot his wad right up her throat in seconds!
George was on the brink of orgasm too. When Ari started to suck his comrade's prick, she clamped the walls of her oily cunt on his own prick. It had sent white sparks shooting from his balls-deep-buried cock to the base of his skull. He rotated his hips, stretching the elastic pussy-walls with the rod of his cock. Ari moaned around her tasty mouthful of prick and rolled her own hips around the youth's impaling cock.
In seconds the three naked young people were covered with a sheen of sweat. The air conditioning in the basement exercise room kept the temperature low-but they were in a fever of unbridled lust! Ari fucked and sucked her two captors simultaneously with as much pleasure as she'd ever known in her life!
She felt somebody fiddling with the fastenings of her short skirt, which was bunched up around her narrow waist. Then it was lifted off her and her long lovely body, writhing with pleasure, was completely nude. She sighed and twined her tongue around the delicious prick thrust into her face.
And then agony exploded in her jugs with a crack like thunder!
"MmmmmmrrrrrMMMMMMMHHHHHHH!" she moaned around the muffling mass of prick meat in her mouth. Her jugs pounded with excruciating pain. Tears leaked from her eyes. She tried to raise her head, but all she did was get Les's cock past the back of her mouth. He grunted as the prick slid into Ari's throat.
"T-take it easy with the boobs, Ben," he grunted. "We aren't supposed to-unnngh!-damage the merchandise. Ahh!"
In spite of the pleasure he'd gotten from coming in the prisoner's pussy, Ben was mad at having lost the competition. So he'd pulled his belt out of its loops and was taking his frustration out on the naked woman's white body! He dropped the belt to the floor and snapped it forward. Like a leather tongue it licked Ari's bare butt.
Again she groaned as pain wracked her body. The muscles of her throat caressed Les's prick. "Wow!" he said.
Ben exploded into action. He'd never whipped a woman before-just as he'd never fucked a woman hung from the ceiling by chains! But he liked it-he liked it a lot!
Again and again the belt struck Ari's writhing body. Shortly she was on fire with pain. But Les was still face-fucking her with the energy of impending orgasm, and George was still pistoning his prick in and out of her wet pussy. And then she realized it.
She was still enjoying herself!
Even the stinging touch of the whip was giving her pleasure!
The thought made her scream around Les's cock. "Urk!" he groaned. His cock swelled, and then the captive's throat was full of salty come.
Ari's throat filled with jism, and then the stuff welled into her mouth. Her taste buds thrilled to the luscious, well-beloved flavor of sperm. And then she came again!
"Aaaaaaaaaah!" A cry was ripped from George's throat as the prisoner's pussy squeezed his cock. Stars swam before his eyes. And the next thing he knew his own prick had fired a load of steaming come into the wet, soft cunt surrounding it.
Ben kept abusing Ari's rump with his belt. The harder he whipped her, the harder she fucked and sucked the cocks that were exploding so flavorfully inside her mouth and cunt! The other two youths went weak at the knees as they fucked every drop of come in their young balls into the hungry, climaxing captive!
At last the fantastic energy of their three-way come trailed off into a pulsing warmth of afterglow. Les looked down at the woman's chin, pointing into his hairy crotch. Ari was still happily sucking his now-limp cock, oblivious to the jism that had run from her lips and run into her nose, down her cheeks, even into her eyes. George sighed and pulled his spent prick from her sated pussy, loosing a fresh torrent of the captive's pussy sauce and his own jism.
"What the hell?" Ben said in stupefaction. "I was whipping the hell out of her ass, and she liked it."
Les rolled his eyes up, thinking of the way she'd groaned and gobbled his prick when Ben began flogging her. "So did I!" he said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Hi," Ari said, trying to look and sound cheerful as she opened the door. "Come on in. I was, er, expecting you."
A young couple stood on the balcony outside her door, framed in a red and purple sunset. The man was small and wiry, dark-haired, the girl was tall and blonde and stately, her melon-like tits obviously straining to be free of the flimsy halter top. They look normal enough, Ari thought. She'd been fearful of what kind of customers Rosy would send her next. After her abortive escape attempt of the day before yesterday, she thought Rosy would want to teach her a lesson.
Though after what Derek did to me ... Her asshole still ached from the lesson the giant had taught her. His buttfucking her had been even more painful than before. The way he'd fucked every inch of that mammoth prick up her poor dry ass from behind, then grabbed her by the hair and walked her around the room with most of her weight carried on the cock in her butt, had been dreadful.
The two stepped quickly into the room. The man cast furtive looks around the room. He left the tall blonde's side and lifted a corner of the curtain to peer out. "I assure you, we'll have complete privacy," Ari told him. He let the curtain drop. "My name's Ari."
"I'm Harl-Harry. Harry Edmundsen." If he wants to use a phony name, that's fine with me, Ari thought. The man nodded to his companion. "Her name's, ahh, Sue."
"Pleased to meet you, Sue."
The blonde's smile was radiant. With her snow blonde hair, voluptuous figure, and pale blue eyes, she looked like some kind of goddess out of the frozen North. "My pleasure," the goddess said. "Ari? What a lovely name!"
So is Sue-but what's your real name? Ari wanted to ask. She stifled the urge. She didn't want any more trouble. Eventually she'd think of some way to get away from Rosy and the Cedar Vue Apartments-and Derek. But until then ... her poopchute could only take so much punishment.
The short man rubbed his hands together. "Well," he said in a somewhat high-pitched voice. "Shall we, ahh, get down to business?"
"Whatever you like," Ari said, forcing a smile.
Sue took a deep, deep breath that pushed her boobs out like rounded mountains. She walked swayingly toward the tall auburn-haired woman. Ari could see plump nipples bulging beneath the halter. So it was going to be a three-way, with some lezzie action between her and Sue.
I can live with that, Ari thought, and she knew it wasn't entirely true. Or rather it didn't tell the whole truth-as Sue put her long arms around her and parted her lips, Ari felt a lustful stirring in her pussy, scented the hungry tang of her own cunt juices beginning to seep into her panties. How she's changed! She was actually getting horny at the thought of making it with this frosty beauty.
There was nothing frosty about the kiss that passed between the two women. To her surprise, Ari found herself having to bend her head back to taste Sue's lips-the other girl was even taller than she was. Then Sue's tongue slithered between Ari's lips, her teeth, and began swirling lovingly inside her mouth. Ari's own tongue crept to meet it.
Their sweet salivas mingled in a tongue-twining kiss.
Ari's arms slipped around Sue's back. Bare skin thrilled her fingers. Her heartbeat was racing at the exciting prospect of making love to this woman-letting her lips and tongue rove over her firm, proud boobs, slip over the warmth of her belly to dip into her succulent pussy. Ari could imagine what Sue's pussy would look like. It would be furred with pale almost-white cunt fur, and the pussy lips would be small and pink.
Suddenly Ari felt familiar, unyielding chills of metal encircle her wrists with a double click. Handcuffs. The pseudonymous Harry had chained her to his lovely girlfriend.
Ari felt her own ripe boobs pressing against Sue's, felt their nipples pressing into each other's jugs. She could think of worse people to be handcuffed to!
But then the luscious lesbian kiss was broken off. Ari sighed through moist lips. Sue smiled at her, then bent her knees. Her tits slid down Ari's stomach as she ducked down and out of the circle of the slimmer woman's arms.
Ari cocked her head and looked curiously at Sue. She was disappointed and a little apprehensive. What the hell, it's their game, she thought. And I have to play along.
She jumped as Harry touched her from behind.
She was wearing a light sleeveless blouse. Ari felt something cool and hard along the top of her shoulder. It snipped upwards through the light yellow cloth-a pocketknife. Harry repeated the process with the other side, then reached around in front of her and began unbuttoning the ruined blouse. Ari wasn't upset about the garment being spoiled-it belonged to Rosy. Harry could cut up anything of the red-haired whore mistress' he wanted to-except Ari.
The blouse opened. Sue looked on in interest as Harry bared Ari's ripe jugs. Ari's toothsome nipples were already mostly erect, but she could feel them swell under that cool blue gaze.
Harry undid the two buttons on the right hip of her skirt and slipped it down her thighs. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of it, her eyes never leaving the sculpted perfection of Sue's face. Next Harry tugged her panties down over the swelling of her rump, down white thighs and tapering calves. Ari saw Sue's eyes drop and widen as they took in the brown-red bush of her pussy. As Harry pulled the panties over Ari's feet, she moved them apart and cocked her hips. The fragrant pink flower of her pussy blossomed before the blonde's eyes. A sparkle of cunt juice glistened between the parted lips.
Sue glanced up at what was apparently a gesture from her partner. He tossed her a length of light nylon rope. Ari heard footsteps, heard the door open and close. "He'll just be a minute," Sue said. She ran her coral tongue over her lips. Ari felt her heart do a back flip.
Sue hooked her fingers over the chain of the handcuffs and led Ari toward the bed. Ari got a glimpse of the swelling demiglobes of Sue's ass working beneath her cutoffs, then Sue was bending her forward. Obediently, she went to her knees. The bedspread was rough on her sensitive jugs.
Sue tied an end of the rope to the chain between the metal bracelets around Ari's wrists. She stooped and fixed the other end to the leg on the other side of the bed. She dropped to her own knees, reached behind her, and took off her halter top.
Ari gasped as the ice-goddess bared the most perfect pair of jugs the bound woman had ever seen! Huge globes of resilient flesh, encased in pearlescent, flawless skin, capped off by incredibly pale nipples as big around as Ari's thumbs jiggled gently as Sue tossed the halter away. She shook back her hair and leaned forward, her hands under the heavy jugs, lifting them toward Ari's face.
"Kiss them," she said. "Lick my boobs."
Ari was only too happy to comply. Let Harry run off after his whips and ropes-he'd miss all the fun! She opened her mouth to accept the warm tit Sue steered into it.
Soft, springy flesh filled Ari's hungry mouth. The skin of Sue's boob felt slightly rubber to Ari's lips. She pushed forward her tongue. It touched the balloon-like firmness of a nipple. Sue gasped. The boob moved in Ari's mouth as the other reached beneath her belly to fumble with her fly.
The orally-entrapped tit felt interesting to Ari as its owner undid her shorts and slid them off. From the look on Sue's flaxen-framed face the ice-goddess thought it felt good too! Ari's mouth started to water as she circled the turgid nipple with her tongue.
The auburn-haired woman's field of vision was filled with the snowy acres of titflesh, but she wished she could see the rest of the now-nude goddess. The big tits were warm on her arms and Sue's belly rested on Ari's bound hands. The blonde sighed as her captive began to mouth her tits.
Ari scarcely noticed when the door opened again, letting an evening breeze, warm and soft as the tit she was so devoutly consuming, brush like loving fingers over her naked butt. Her eyes were closed with delight. Her mouth was full of the slightly-sweet flavor of Sue's jug. The ice-goddess' hands cradled Ari's head. The captive heard the other girl cooing with joy.
As well as the soft pleasure-sounds Sue was making Ari could hear fervent panting from behind her. My, that Harry sure is crude when he gets turned on! Ari thought. She hoped he wouldn't waste time whipping her-although the thought of a little leather on her rump gave her an odd, illicit thrill. She wanted a cock up her greedy cunt, and fast!
She heard the rustling of cloth as Harry feverishly disrobed. Hurry up! she thought. She closed her jaws a touch, letting her teeth flay the sensitive skin of Sue's breast like sharp knives. Sue gasped and clutched her head. Ari put the tip of her tongue on the nipple and pressed it back into the cushion of Sue's boob.
"Ooooooooooooh!" Sue said.
Ari heard Harry come up behind her. He patted her on the ass. She could feel his breath, hot and fast on her upturned buttocks.
She wagged her butt provocatively. If the little guy wanted to eat her oozing pussy-or her asshole-she wouldn't mind it a bit. Her pussy needed some attention before she died of the hornies!
She felt something poke at her rounded buttcheeks. Something cold-and wet! Does Harry have a wet nose? the prisoner wondered.
"There it is, boy," the man's voice said-from somewhere above her! Who is he talking to? Ari asked herself with a trembling of unnamed fear.
A tongue licked along the slit of her downward-gaping pussy. A very wet tongue, a very long tongue-too long to belong to a person!
Once again it slurped along Ari's cunt. Even as the pleasure of having her cunt lapped tingled up the prisoner's spine, her stomach knotted. It was a dog!
"Owwwwww!" Sue yipped. She pulled back abruptly. Ari opened her eyes wide in fear and saw that the dripping wet tip of Sue's boob was reddening rapidly. In her surge of panic she'd bitten the jug.
"I wish I'd bitten it off!" Ari shouted. "Damn you-a dog!"
Sue was calm. "Don't worry, darling," she said, gingerly lifting her tit with her fingertips to examine it. "He's a champion."
Again the unseen dog lapped at Ari's helpless pussy. Trembling, she turned her head to look at the creature. It had a black muzzle and looked like a cross between a German shepherd and a Norwegian elkhound. It looked at her, then sniffed her pussy slash.
"I see Toshiro's appearance puzzles you," said Harry, who was standing beside the dog with his cock standing up in front of his belly like a flagpole. Under other circumstances Ari would have been appreciative. He may have been short, but his prick certainly wasn't!
The dog's tail was wagging and it seemed to be quivering with excitement. "He's an Akita," the dog's master went on. "A Japanese police dog. There are not very many in this country. But they're nice dogs-very nice, very in-"
"Don't give me a fucking lecture!" Ari bellowed. "Get that thing away from me!"
The dog nosed her pussy. Its slimy nose went into her cunt. "Ohhhhhhh!" Ari moaned in horror and disgust as the insides of her twat lips shrank away from the forbidden touch of the animal's nose.
Sue was sitting on the bed. "It's all right," she said. "You'll enjoy it-Toshi's a real trip!" The way she wriggled and handled her full boobs told Ari the ice goddess knew from personal experience what it felt like to be fucked by the beast.
"I'm glad I didn't eat your pussy!" Ari raged. "Unnnnnaaaaah!" The groan was forced from her as the weight of the dog drove her belly deep into the mattress. Immediately his hips began jerking furiously back and forth. Ari felt the damp rigidity of the creature's cock jabbing into her buttcheeks and the soft folds of flesh surrounding her pussy hole.
"Get it away!" she shrieked in terror. "Don't let it fuck me! It's about to-oh my God."
Her voice took on a strange calm. Her eyes grew wide as saucers. "See?" Sue asked sweetly. "It feels good to have Toshi's cock up your quim, doesn't it?"
Ari's mouth worked, but no sound came out. Her stomach tied itself in a knot. The dog's stiff prick was in her pussy, burning like a firebrand. Her cunt walls tried to expand of their own accord, flee the awful, unnatural touch of the animal's cock.
Her tits squashed on the bed as she filled her lungs with air. "NnnnnnnnnnOHHHHHHHHHH!" she shrieked at the top of her voice. "Nooooooo!"
Her cry tightened her pussy around the intruding dog prick. Toshi let out a woof of utter delight and yanked the slippery prick out, only to fuck it straight back into the chained woman's cunt with all his might.
The rough, bristly fur of the animal's crotch rasped Ari's nude butt as he fucked his cock in and out of her with incredible speed. The force of his fucking took her breath away. Disgusted as she was, she couldn't deny that the speed and strength of Toshi's fucking was reaming her cunt as efficiently as any human's ever had!
Harry came and sat in a chair behind his naked girlfriend. "Come sit on my dick, baby," he said breathily. "Let beauty and the beast have their fun!"
"A girl loves her dog," Sue sang. She stood, shook her hair down her back, and backed toward her companion. Without looking she stopped and sat right on his prick. She moaned as the long coolness of cock slid up her drooling cunt.
"Ni-i-ice!" Harry managed to grit out. Then Sue was driving her hips furiously up and down, fucking herself abandonedly on his endless pillar of prick. They were both so horny they could barely stand it from watching the dog rape the helpless captive. And all the time they fucked each other, neither took their eyes off the forbidden erotic spectacle of Ari's face and writhing helpless body-and the dog so relentlessly slamming his cock in and out of her pussy!
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Ari grunted in time to the powerful forward thrusts of the dog's cock. "No, no-uhh! Nooooo!" So hard, she thought feverishly. God, he's fucking me so hard!
Then the horrid thought hit her. She was getting off on it!
"Agh! Nha-nhuuuuuu!" she gobbled, throwing her head mindlessly from side to side. "NOOOOOOOOOO!"
Smiling lustfully through a haze of frosty blonde hair, Sue seemed to read the captive's emotions exactly. "I to-o-old you," she purred. "Ah! Push it up me more, lover! My pussy loves your cock so much!"
She cupped her glorious tits with her hands. "It's nice to have Toshi ball you," she said. She rolled her hips saucily. Her butt bounced off Harry's flat stomach and cunt juice flooded his lap. "Almost as nice as-ohhhhhhh! Well, not quite as nice as fucking you, Harry!"
Harry's answer was to grab the goddess by the waist and fuck his cock up her pussy so hard his ass came off the chair.
Ari closed her eyes. Her body rocked back and forth on the bed as Toshi fucked her. Her taut nipples scraped across the roughness of the bedspread. It gave her the same creepy feeling as fingernails on a blackboard-only this felt good!
She couldn't believe it! Even as the thought flashed through her passion-fevered mind her pussy closed around the dog's inward-driven prick as if to keep it within her. She was enjoying having the animal fuck her. A dog! The most obscene, unnatural, forbidden act of all was making her cunt water with unbounded greed.
"I ... hate ... it!" Ari forced out through clenched teeth. "A ... dog fucking me! I hate-ahhh-it. But I love it! Fuck me, damn you-fuck meeeeeeeeee!"
As though the dog understood, he redoubled his efforts. He had already been fucking Ari far faster than a human could-now she thought she was going to die from the sheer intense pleasure of his jackhammer screwing! Unbelievable as it was, she was going to come soon!
The tension in her lovely naked body and the aroma of her cunt juice overflowing her slit and trickling down his hind legs told the dog the human female was going to come soon. It brought him that much closer to the brink of climax. The warm wetness surrounding his stabbing prick was as delightful as anything he'd ever experienced. Even the pale-furred human-bitch didn't have as agile a pussy! Sue's cunt had never taken ahold of his prick and pumped it the way Ari's snatch did!
Ari's clit felt big as an egg. Every move of the dog's cock sent pulses of pleasure pounding from it, up the length of her dog-cock-filled cunt, along her spine to burst in her passion-fogged brain. "I can't stand it!" she cried, trying to deny the reality of it all to herself one last time. Then she came.
Her brain exploded in a dazzling array of colors. Her insides twisted up like a rubber band and her pussy squashed Toshi's prick. In response the dog gave a surprised bark and sprayed hot jism into her cunt. .
"Come!" the captive squealed. "Come in my pussy! Pump your jism up my cunt as I cooooommmmme!"
Toshi did. And as ecstasy transformed Ari's lovely face Harry coughed and his own prick spat sperm halfway to Sue's tonsils. She sat down hard on his prick as her pussy drank his freely-flowing jism greedily as she, too, came.
Ari's hips began bucking back and forth as she fucked her climaxing cunt on the tireless animal's tireless prick. She couldn't get enough of that dog cock! And his boiling come felt so nice as it filled her pussy and slopped out to smear his furry crotch!
At last the dog fucked the last drops of come up the prisoner's cunt. Despite the fact Ari was still coming as hard as she ever had in her life, sobbing and bouncing around the bed with her all-consuming passion, he pulled his cock free of her pussy with a pop and trotted off. She felt his come and her pussy sauce run down the backs of her thighs. "Ugh! Uhhhh!" she grunted as her orgasming body flopped around the bed.
At last her own climaxes released her. She heard the joyous cries of Harry and Sue as they came together. She lay limply, draped over the rumpled bed.
I enjoyed it, she thought. Now I have to accept it.
CHAPTER NINE
"You'll be glad to know, Mister, ahhh, Turner," Rosy said, sitting back in her chair and taking a deep drag of her cigarette, "that we have a girl perfectly suited to your tastes. She's a new girl-we've just had her a month. She's only just been broken in, but I think you'll find her ... refreshing."
The big, dark man was sitting with his legs crossed and his huge hands wrapped around one knee. Now he leaned forward. "Are you sure?" he asked, a strange glimmer in his eyes. "A girl who likes it that way?"
"You've been an honored customer for years, Mr. Turner," Rosy said. "This is our specialty girl. She's been trained to enjoy the things you enjoy." The voluptuous manager allowed herself a lewd smile. "She's quite a prize."
The man felt his pulse pounding. "I'll say," he said huskily. "If she's all you say there's a fifty-dollar bonus in it for you."
Rosy's grin broadened. "Much obliged. Shall I take you to her room?"
The customer sat back. "In honor of the special occasion," he suggested, "why not bring her here? Do you mind?"
"Not at all," Rosy said. "I'd enjoy it." She rose and walked to the door. "Derek," she called out. "Bring our specialty girl down to the office. In costume."
"Yes, Rosy." The redhead went back to her chair behind the desk. It was a world of trouble whipping that long-legged bitch into shape, she thought. But, oh, was it ever worth it! The dark man lit a cigarette himself and they both smoked in silence until they heard Derek's ponderous footsteps outside the office.
The door opened. "Here she is," Derek said. Ari walked past him. It wasn't the same Ariadne Taylor, born Dalton, who had been sold into white slavery by her brother four weeks before. She was still tall and lusciously built, but the smooth skin under which her trim muscles rippled was now a deep, rich brown from her hairline to her toes. The customer could see there were no pale patches on her body-it was naked except for a studded leather harness like the ones Candi and Randi had worn when they raped her before the crowd in the party room.
But the man didn't notice the tanned nudity of her body-he was staring fixedly at her face. His mouth formed a single word, Ari!
Ari felt her pulse speed as she walked across the pool yard, happily aware of the envious stares the other girls were giving her lovely naked body. Would the customer be handsome? Would he be strong? Most of all-would he truly dominate her? She hoped he was masterful. She felt a hunger for the sweet taste of pain.
Derek held the door for her, then the door into Rosy's office. She glanced at him as she went past. It was too bad he'd stopped hurting her just when she'd learned to love it. But he was only allowed to use the new girls, to force them into submission. Oh well. She walked through the door, not forgetting to put her sexiest slink into her walk.
Then she stopped dead. That man, sitting staring so lustfully at her-it was Frank! Her knees turned to water. But she controlled herself.
"You-wanted me?" she asked Rosy, a slight tremor in her voice. Rosy looked to Frank.
Is this the same girl who ran away from me the day after I married her? he wondered. Then he recalled where he was-and what he had come for. "Speak when you're spoken to, slut!" he snapped. "Come over here."
Ari bit her lip. She walked over and stood before her husband. Her head was lowered. "On your knees," he commanded.
The woman just stood there. Frank rocked her head with an open handed slap. "Did you hear me, bitch?" he roared.
She looked at him, and there was fire in those green, green eyes-the fire of passion. "Yes, master," she said. Gracefully she knelt before him.
"Now take my cock out," he said in a taut voice, "and suck on it." When the woman didn't move he leaned down and twisted a handful of her lovely hair in his hand.
"Suck my cock!" he bellowed. He slapped her full across her bountiful jugs. She bit her lip. Then she reached to his fly.
Before he fully realized what was happening, his vagrant wife had his stiff prick out and popped into her mouth! He sighed as her cool, cool lips wrapped around it. He let go of her auburn hair and straightened.
Once more, Ari tasted the full meaty flavor of her husband's cock. It was as delicious as she'd remembered it-and as huge! How good it felt to have her jaws stretched wide to take in that mammoth prick again.
Like an oily serpent her tongue twined around Frank's prick. "Ahhhhh," he said. He caressed her temples with his fingertips.
"She knows how to suck cock, doesn't she?" Rosy asked.
"None better," Frank murmured.
The redheaded lady looked troubled. "But you're not really getting your money's worth," she said. She opened her desk drawer and rummaged inside. "Here."
She walked over and handed the burly man a riding crop. He whipped it through the air, testing its heft. It made a satisfactorily wicked whine. He bent forward, looking down the long, naked back of the woman so happily sucking on his hard cock.
The whip cut air. It landed with a cutting crack on Ari's right buttock. "Mmmmmmmmuuu-uuhhhhhhh!" she moaned around the plug of cock filling her mouth.
Her moan sent stabs of pleasure the length of his cock, but the heightened level of pleasure continued as she began sucking his prick more eagerly than before!
He swung the crop again. This time it struck right between the firm demiglobes of her ass. He knew it hit the dainty pucker of her asshole-but all she did was squeal in delight and fucked her mouth all the way onto his cock!
"Arrrrnrgh!" he groaned as his prick slid down his wife's throat. It was wet and eager as a hungry cunt. And her tongue was like liquid fire curling around his cock.
He started fucking Ari's face hard and fast. As he did so he whipped her bare ass with the riding crop Rosy had given him. A constant shrill rose from Ari's throat. And her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner, exerting incredible suction of his pistoning cock.
Ari was in heaven. How could she ever leave this man! He really knew how to give a woman pleasure! Sucking his prick now as he thrashed her butt was lifting her out of herself, filling her naked body with such joy as she had never known!
"Here it comes, baby!" Frank cried abruptly. He brought the riding crop down on Ari's ass so hard it made a deep furrow in the succulent flesh. His prick pulsed once so hugely that it almost dislocated his wife's jaw. And then Ari's mouth was filled with the sharp, beloved flavor of his come!
Another wad of jism jetted into her mouth. The stuff bathed her questing tongue. She drank it down as fast as she could, even as more and more jism squirted into her mouth. And then she felt her pussy flaming with her own orgasm!
She grabbed her husband's ass with both hands and tried to force even more of his fountaining prick into her greedy face. Come filled her mouth and throat and flowed out her lips around the thick cable of his prick. It ran down her chin and dripped onto her heaving boobs like drops of hot wax.
Then the last of Frank's come was pumped into Ari's face. He relaxed. His cock gave a final throb and began to subside. He pushed the kneeling woman away from him.
Reluctantly, Ari let the fat, limp worm of prick slip from between her lips. A long strand of come stretched between her lips and the tip of the prick. It broke and fell across her thighs. She licked her lips, hungrily scooping up the white goodness of jism that had escaped her sucking mouth.
For a long moment, Frank stood gazing down at her. Slowly, she raised her head. Their eyes met.
"Master," Ari breathed.
* * *
The long leather strap smacked bare flesh. "Aiiiiieeee!" Ari screamed. She threw her head back so far that her hair feathered across her husband's bare belly. I hope these cheap motel walls are soundproof! she thought. She rolled her hips around the bar of prick thrust far up her greasy cunt, savoring the way it filled her twat so totally, savoring the smart of the whiplash on her butt.
Frank put his hand against his wife's churning butt. Her pussy sauces felt like lava boiling around his buried prick. With his other hand he snapped the tip of his belt at Ari's naked rump. He loved taking her this way, fucking her with her delicious ass aimed at his face so he could watch the leather bite her flesh.
"Yaaaaaiiiiiuuuuuhhhhh!" Ari cried. "Oh, Frank! I looooove you!"
"You glad I took you away from that whorehouse?" he asked. He pulled his cock out of her so hard his ass drove deep into the bed. They both gasped at the erotic friction the withdrawal of his huge prick sent up in her pussy.
"Ohhhhh! Yes!" Her thigh muscles clenched as she rammed herself back down onto his upwards thrusting prick. Her pussy squelched as it was fucked full of his huge cock. "I wish I'd never run away from you!"
"I wouldn't say that. Mmmmmm-mm!" Hot juices and clinging tightness swirled around his rigid pussy-probing prick. "You learned to like what I've got to give."
Cost a fortune to buy her back from Rosy, he was thinking. But it was worth it-oh, was it ever!
"You're right-ahhh, you're always right!" Her cunt gave his big prick a lewd squeeze.
"Yeow!" he cried. "I'm gonna finish this off, then I'll tie you to the bed and show you what I've got in the closet!"
Ari felt a climax building in her pussy. "I can't wait," she purred.
She was back where she belonged. And where she'd stay.
