It seems peace will never be found everywhere on earth at the same time. Like an infection, man's darker side manifests itself in the form of an eruption somewhere in the world, always.
Rhodesia, where the difference between black and white is so clear and the sides are drawn so distinctly, is a place where, if plausible, the worst side of man shows itself. That worst side is always sexual.
The Germans and the Jews, the Ethiopians and the Italians, the Japanese and the Chinese: where the lines are drawn the sharpest, the atrocities are the greatest. And there is no stopping point. What a white man can do to a black, he can do to a white woman. And visa versa. Evil unleashed becomes unstoppable short of death, for that seems to be the nature of man.
It is this unknown quantity in man's makeup that appears responsible for the wicked things man does. Deep in the breast of the gentlest of men may hide the personality of a sadist whose sexual joy is in bestial behavior. And he is completed by the woman who hides the face of a masochist.
War, and events that look and act like war, clear the way for these two faces to emerge-to mankind's horror.
THE PUBLISHER
One
The line between white and black is so clear; Cathy thought when they had arrested her. White was right. Black was wrong. She knew it, and even believed it, but that hadn't stopped the young American teacher.
She had surrendered long ago to her body. She was a slave to the rabid urgings of her cunt and when she entered Rhodesia she hadn't been able to help herself.
The first black man with a massive, pulsating prick had gotten to thrust it into her yearning hole on the bench in the back of her austere schoolroom. She had grunted in response to the crude, brute fury of his lovemaking.
But she had known then that it was dangerous. The knowledge had added to the moment. Watching his black penis stroking in and out of her red-lined slit, the darkness on her creamy white skin, Cathy had orgasmed with more than the thrill of physical sex.
Probably that was what got her in all this difficulty with these white brutes, Cathy Rockwell thought as she stood before her three interrogatory and denied, for the hundredth time in the past three days, any involvement with the black guerrillas. They knew about her promiscuity and were condemning her for it.
Edward Keith, the chief interrogator, leaned back in his swivel chair and carefully studied the young captive. The girl was small boned which gave her an extra dimension of height. But her titties were full and jutted proudly and when she trembled with fear, as she was doing now, the two solid spheres jiggled provocatively and the nipples thrust proudly against the soiled, sweat-stained cotton prison uniform. The spasms surged through Cathy's small belly and along the full, tapered outline of her thighs.
Keith imagined what might be going on in her glands for, as his dark unwavering eyes pierced her round, smooth skinned face, perspiration glistened along her forehead and high cheekbones, and her large blue eyes became glassy. The girl, he surmised, was terribly afraid, and also something more. For he detected massive amounts of sweat beneath the swell of her breasts, along the curve of her succulent belly, and at the apex of her cunt. The rest of her supple young body was surprisingly dry, he noted, as outside the window, above the droning of the myriad insects and the hushed mutterings of the natives down on the square, came a piercing shriek.
The cry belonged to one of the natives who, at this moment, was being questioned by one of Keith's elite corps. The methods used by his people, once Keith gave up obtaining information the easy way, were subtle and insidious.
The tall, slender Oxford honors graduate hated to think what his troops would do to that lovely female, figure before him, for if he could not extract the information, they would have to.
Cathy Rockwell tensed as Keith took a deep breath and leaned forward, as though his mind was made up and he would be giving her a final ultimatum. Even as a new wave of fear charged through her guts, making her dizzy, she became aware of a new, perplexing emotion. It was too new for consciousness to give it a name. She only knew that this urge had lurked in her sub-conscious all her adult life and had waited for the opportune time to surface.
Like the impact force of a semi-truck against her body, this new awareness shocked and left her limp. The statuesque blonde wavered, gasping, palms braced against the edge of the desk for support while her cunt churned and itched and ached with a terrible, wonderful agony.
Keith motioned for her to sit and when she had eased her meaty buttocks into the chair directly across from where Keith sat, the militia officer once more demanded to know who her contacts were in the hated black underground. Once more, Cathy Rockwell denied involvement. Once again Edward Keith shouted that she had black friends, nuns and villagers alike. That these friends and nuns were suspected guerrilla members.
And, finally, too weary to continue this subterfuge, Cathy Rockwell confessed that, yes, she was friendly with these people and, yes, she was even more than friendly with some of the male villagers who, after all, were her students.
Keith persisted, pushing her closer to the ultimate confession.
"Yes," Cathy wept, trembling, eyes downcast, "yes, I even let some of them fuck my cunt."
With a sigh of satisfaction, Edward Keith collapsed against the sweat-damp leather cushion. The swivel creaked as his big boned weight settled against the moist leather.
Now, he thought, it would be one more step to the names he needed. For a white woman to be willingly fucked by those sweating black animals also meant that she aided them in other ways.
Angry that so attractive a woman had demeaned herself by acquiescing to the blacks, he pushed out of the chair and, crossing around the table, he snarled:
"Were they good? Did they satisfy that bizarre hunger your kind always feels?" The girl flinched, whimpered, cringing in the chair, and that was good. For her fear of his wrath furthered Keith's own sense of power. "You American liberals are all alike. Now I am going to show you exactly how we white Africans treat scum like you.
He was inches away, within reach, and Cathy Rockwell could not control the surge of lust in her cunt. Her belly trembled and white hot agony scissored her vagina. Her clitoris tensed and strained, even as her breasts hardened and the corklike nipples pressed painfully against the rough fabric of her prison garment.
What would he do? How would he punish her for this breach of African colonialism?
As she tried to read him, to determine her fate, sensations of desire strained at her glands, making them quiver even as her titties and belly and thighs tensed and ached.
"Leave," Edward Keith ordered, and his two companions fled in the wake of his wrath.
Keith hesitated by the chair, fists clenched, until the pair had gone. Then, a smile turning his burnished, handsome face ugly, Edward Keith grasped her blouse and with a sudden jerk, ripped the garment from her shoulders. Trembling, Cathy Rockwell, gasped, drew back, her eyes wide and shimmering, pulses leaping through her throat, down her shoulders to her tits.
Those solid, crimson ringed breasts rippled from the fury of his attack. They slapped together softly, making a hushed, sensuous whisper. The sight of her fear, her nakedness, intensified his lust, and his cock tented his khaki trousers.
"Did they do this to you?" he shouted, clamping thick fingers on her left tit, squeezing until the veins, full of blood, squished. Cathy Rockwell screamed with pain.
Daggers of heat smote her breasts, coursing along her nerves, igniting fires in her pussy. The lovely, still virginal appearing girl, nearly fainted as the agony tore through her cunt. Her clitoris bristled. The pressure of her orgasm thrust through her clit, and her vagina, set those sensitive nerves tingling.
Edward Keith bore down, rubbing her tit, crushing the sore nipple against his sharp nailed thumb. The more pressure he exerted the greater her agony and the more sexually aroused she became. For he now smelled her cunt odor and recognized the perfume of impending orgasm. The bitter fragrance gushed from her vagina and as the aroma rose, the pussy sweat splattered her thighs and plastered the cotton skirt to her thighs and belly.
So this was the game she liked to play!
Keith let go suddenly and stepped back. Cathy Rockwell gasped and shuddered, aware now that she had held her breath during his assault on her tittie. His cock was so big and she shuddered as it seemed to thicken within the folds of his trousers. The pain of his sensitive spongy tip thrusting against the zippered fly could only be matched by the excruciating pain that tore her pussy.
Cathy Rockwell leaned as far back against the chair as she could, her thighs tightly clenched, her clitoris smothered in the pink layered cunt muscles. Fear, mingled with anticipation, spasmed her cunt and the lust oils boiled and her tiny gland tingled and smarted. The girl, her eyes wild, the blue irises deep and moist, fought the sudden overwhelming urge to jam her fingers into her pussy and crush her clitoris beneath her finger tips.
Instead, Cathy Rockwell held her sex-glands back, exercising supreme self control, for to give in to this menacing figure would only give him the edge. To give in to him would ultimately lead to a false confession, giving him only an excuse to prolong his ministrations. But, as he raised his outstretched hand, Cathy Rockwell drew back, moaning, raising one weakened hand to protect her face. Even as the sound of his rapidly descending hand knifed the air with a muted whoosh, Cathy Rockwell's vagina spasmed and her orgasm spilled.
The lovely blonde screamed as she anticipated, by only an instant, the force of the blow. His stiff-fingered hand slapped not her face, but her right tit, flinging Cathy to the floor. As she gasped with pain, Edward Keith kicked the fallen chair to one side and as it struck the far wall, the officer bent and seized the hem of the garment in his hand, he jerked the lower half of the prison uniform free from her shaking flanks.
Cathy, like all the prisoners here, wore no undergarments and the dress pulled from her slickened cunt with a soft, sensuous sound. Like the sound of lips kissing, she thought through her fear.
Cathy's terror over-rode her sexual need as the agony daggered her tittie and the supple breast turned bright red from the force of his blow. She tried to roll from him, but he advanced, laughing softly, his boots scuffing against the humid, warped floor boards.
Edward Keith bent so he could touch her quivering body without squatting. She opened her eyes in time to see his tight, smirking expression, and his cupped hand, reaching. Without thinking, Cathy Rockwell spread her thighs, allowing the musky smell of her juicing cunt to billow upward. The heavy smell of her loins aroused him further. His bent fingers swept over her rippling belly and as she thrashed about on the dusty floor, scattering billows of dirt, she groaned and opened her legs wider.
Edward Keith rammed his fingers into her damp cunt slit. The nails scratched the inner lips and Cathy cried out. The pain mixed with an overpowering pleasure. Cathy was unable now to control the urge. She had to have his prick in her cunt.
The girl screamed her need, and Keith twisted her on her back, and dropping to his knees, he flung himself on her quaking, wet belly. His rough cotton shirt scratched her thrusting sore nipples. His belt buckle gouged her belly. Rivulets of sensation gushed through her tits and belly and pussy. Retching with need, she spread her legs wider and lifted her hips to get closer to his thrusting cock. The gnarled twill of his pants burned her thighs but that only added to the perverse pleasure which wracked her cunt. Cathy's entire being was aflame with a sudden and unexplained need. She had to be abused by this terrifying figure of authority. The more abuse he gave, the greater her pleasure.
This was what she thought about as he struggled out of his trousers and, naked from the waist down, he fell upon her thighs and belly. She caught a glimpse of his cock and it was as large and thick as she had imagined. He was even bigger than the black cocks that had fucked her pussy. And, unlike those black boys, he was an evil man. Somehow that further excited her desires.
Without preliminary, this brutal man spread wide her labia and as she yelped at his touch and flinched as his nails ripped at those tender lips, Edward Keith thrust his thick cock between her virginal lips, and into her tightly packed vagina.
The agony exploded in her belly. The force of his attack drove her back, slammed her plump naked bottom against the floor, scattering dust over her sweating, supple flanks. Her shoulders struck the warped boards and her tits jumped and slapped wetly together.
Waves of pain flooded her pussy, and rising to the surface of her wretched discomfort was a stronger emotion, the feeling of need and the knowledge that this need would soon be satisfied. The cocks that had fucked her cunt before had only succeeded in furthering her frustration, not assuaging the true sexual hunger.
Cathy Rockwell flung her legs around his driving hips. As he tore her pussy with his pounding cock, the blonde locked her legs around his waist and beat his hips with her heels.
His prick blistered her vagina, crushing and bruising her clitoris, forcing her to orgasm after orgasm. With each eruption, Cathy Rockwell screamed until she was hoarse and her pussy ached and throbbed and the nerves were raw. Her clitoris gushed and vibrated. The pain wrenched her vagina and she felt his slamming prick clear to the mouth of her cervix.
Never before had she felt this much pain, taken this much abuse. Never before had she been thrust to heights of pleasure, and achieved this much satisfaction. As his prick drilled into her overflowing pussy, every nerve in her body felt the blows and became alive.
Cathy Rockwell bellowed as he pumped his cock deeper into her pussy. He was going to bury his prick in her womb, and with each thrust he split her muscles. The fire swept through her vagina and as he pounded her cunt with greater force, Cathy Rockwell raised her hips to get closer to his staccato attack.
Grunting, Edward Keith began ejaculating. The ferocity of his eruption filled her cunt and overflowed on her thighs. The jizz was like scalding oil, surging through her pussy. Cathy wept and jerked her hips with greater abandon and tried to get closer to his brutal, driving prick.
He pounded faster, pouring his cum to the back of her pussy. Cathy's belly burned with the orgasm and her asshole tingled from the force of his stroking. She groaned and thrashed her pelvis. Her titties rolled and slapped. Her belly rippled. Her buttocks opened and closed rhythmically. Cathy tried to trap his massive cock, but as he spilled the last of his cum, the prick began to withdraw, leaving her moaning, still unsatisfied.
Cathy sobbed and her hips continued jerking and her pussy spasmed as she clenched her legs tightly, trying to hold his shrinking prick in her cunt.
"Hungry bitch," Keith laughed, pulling away.
Cathy lay, shuddering, legs drawn up, thighs clenched. She jerked her hips, trying to squeeze her orgasms out. She barely heard Keith above her. What she heard was a rapid, dry, slithering sound, like a fat snake gyrating in a bed of dry leaves. Cathy opened her eyes in time to see Keith pull the belt from his trouser loops.
"This is how we discipline naughty, sex-crazy girls."
As Edward Keith doubled the belt, Cathy Rockwell cried out, new hungers awakening. He swung the weapon, taking no aim, not caring what part of her young, ripe body he struck.
Cathy doubled herself up, knees tucked tightly to her breasts. Her taut bottom was pointed away from his downward attack. But, no matter whatever portion of her flesh he struck, she knew she would have an orgasm. She knew this even as she knew she was a woman that needed to be fucked. His rapidly descending belt would fuck her, and send her into spasms of delight.
Cathy Rockwell tensed, waiting for the blow to strike. As the belt smacked wetly against her clenched thighs, Cathy screamed, rolled over, and pointed her bottom toward the brute.
The belt struck once more; welts exploding over the girl's meaty clenched buttocks. Cathy whimpered, rocking back and forth, streaking her sides with dust. Again the thick, doubled leather belt tore into her buttocks. The girl's butt muscles rolled and spasmed and gooseflesh spilled over the thick welts.
Torrents of heat coiled and spread over her hind muscles. The agony quickly became a throbbing pleasure. And the pulsating warmth that filled her cunt seemed to spread those cunt muscles, and crowd against her clitoris. The pressure in her cunt intensified as he once more beat her rump savagely. His cock was hard again and pre-cum oozed from the tiny slit.
As Cathy Rockwell wept and flinched with each strike of the belt against her plump ass, Edward Keith's balls surged with his jizz. He struck her bottom with harder, faster strokes until those twin hind melons were covered with welts. Then, flinging the belt aside, he threw himself on her back. The force of his weight flattened her so her face and titties and belly were crushed against the floor.
Cathy cried out as a sliver jabbed her cunt, but then, as his cock was plastered against her buttocks, she forgot about the splinter of wood. She had never been fucked in the ass before and she was overcome with panic. As big as his cock was, she would never be able to take all of his meat in her tiny asshole. The force of his attack would kill her.
But his shaft was slick with jizz and, as he spread her buttocks wide with his hands, she knew he had done this before. He knew how to fuck an ass without damaging the woman's insides. Cathy Rockwell tensed, nevertheless, as he pulled apart her buttocks so tightly that her anus was exposed to the humid heat of the room. The tiny orifice tingled and itched and she shuddered and wiggled her hips, moaning.
Edward Keith grunted with pleasure. She reacted as he hoped she would. He always prided himself on his astute judgment. He recognized the white slut for what she was: a masochist, which was the other half of the puzzle which was his own personality.
Cathy flinched as he wrenched her buttocks further back. Her asshole was drawn tight now and she whimpered as she visualized how he would enter that snug hole. He would hold her open and rape her hole. As that image burned her brain, her clitoris tingled and the juices in her cunt surged.
Gooseflesh covered her welted rump and her hips churned slowly as she forced her legs closed, to better grasp her clitoris. Keith was breathing harder. His cock was swollen with blood. The cock head oozed pre-cum. His balls filled and strained with jizz.
Edward Keith shoved the cockhead between Cathy's dewlapped buttocks. She gasped, and pulses leaped through her passion-swollen breasts. She grunted as a spurt of jizz slickened the inner ass walls.
Oh, Christ, she thought, I am going crazy. I need to be fucked like this. I need to be degraded and hurt. Hurry, you brute, hurry!
As if reading her mind, Edward Keith lay on her back and pushed down, forcing his massive prick between the snug layered muscles. Cathy groaned as the huge prick drilled between her tightly clenched buttocks. Like a column of heated iron, his cock scalded her inner ass muscles. And Cathy screamed as the heat intensified, and pain grew more intense. The weight of the shaft, steadily advancing, tore her virginal insides and her asshole throbbed as the cockhead gradually, but steadily approached.
Cathy Rockwell gasped in short bursts of breath, her entire being awake, alive, and excited. She jerked her pelvis and crushed her clitoris between her thighs, and pounded the floor with her fists. Her nipples rubbed against the splinters, and jagged slivers ripped her labia. The cockhead struck her anus and she saw an exploding light show behind her closed eyelids. She was dizzy with the discomfort of that fist-like tip flailing her anus. And when the head pushed through that snug opening, she retched.
The cock shaft drilled through her anus, and the reverberations pulsed and pounded into the deepest recesses of her bowels. Her intestines steamed with the heat of his drilling penis. The cruel shaft raped the taut canal of her rectum and the girl nearly fainted.
Shafts of heat scorched her guts and set off pulsations in her belly. Like slivers of fire, the vibrations entered her vagina and gouged at her clitoris. Cathy whipped her hips, crushing her belly and titties against the rough floor. The spasms of agony plunged along her shit chute. Her bowels surged and she fought the urge to shit out this awful intrusion.
But with this terrible agony came a constantly surging sensation of delight. The pleasure spilled through her cunt in wave upon wave of supreme wonder. Never had she experienced such sublime ecstasy. Her clitoris tensed, surged, and gushed her orgasm. The discharges burst in wave after wave of uncontrollable force. The sheer awesomeness of her climaxes even frightened her a little. She was achieving a satisfaction never before felt and she wondered, through the reddish haze of desire, if what she was experiencing would ultimately lead to her own self destruction.
But then he pounded and stroked with greater force, a faster attack. And she could no longer think of anything, save this horrible and wonderful heft reaming out her bowels, setting off a more intense series of orgasms. The cum exploded, leaving her panting, breathless, limp, and still climaxing.
Keith climaxed, then. And when the hot jizz stung her sore bowels, Cathy Rockwell shrieked. The jizz filled her intestines and spurted out her anus and coated her inner butt slopes before gushing over her welted buttocks. The hot cream stung the torn butt flesh and she gurgled as the jizz seemed to fill her belly and lungs, drowning her breath. Her own climax hit its peak and she became dizzy once more. Thrashing her hips, she forced the slivers which were stuck to her labia into her cunt and the splinters needled the already aching cunt nerves.
Edward Keith plunged in with greater speed, tearing her intestines, shooting his jizz deeper into that virginal cavity.
Cathy humped her hips upward to meet his downward attack.
They collided and with each slap of flesh against flesh his prick plunged deeper into her narrow wet hole. Cathy hollered as the prick assaulted her sore intestines and she howled again and again as her orgasms exploded with each assault.
Keith pounded her asshole with a more rapid attack. His cum burst rapidly as he neared the end of his orgasm. Staccato force blistered her insides and, shrieking, Cathy Rockwell dragged all of his cock and jizz into her ass.
The pain was too much to bear and still she took all he could give and she accepted the abuse, loving the response of her body to such brutality. Her orgasm crested as he reached the end of his climax and she whimpered as she felt the intensity of his orgasm diminish.
Cathy cried, begging for more as the shaft went limp. His response was a quick, thoughtless yank of his cock from her aching hole. Her anus clenched and the vulgar sucking noise her intestines made when he withdrew made the white African chuckle.
While she lay in the dust, her legs drawn up, weeping, Edward Keith climbed to his feet. He looked around, found his trousers, and dressed, ordering her to lay where she was. He slammed the door behind him and she opened her eyes to find herself alone. Cathy was too weak to move. Every inch of her young luscious body ached and throbbed. She was, for the moment, sexually satiated. But she knew that feeling would not last for long. Already she felt a distant steady throbbing in her vagina and knew that before long she would have to be fucked.
The power of her emotions, her reactions to this brutal attack, was frightening. But the pleasure she achieved from being handled in this brutal way more than compensated for being used.
Cathy wondered what other abominations Keith would perpetrate against her. The thought remained with her as she dozed off... to be awakened moments later by the sound of the door closing softly. Opening her eyes, she saw through mists of fatigue, a tall, buxom figure dressed in leather. She thought the attire odd, especially in this terribly hot uncomfortable climate. She wondered, too, if the wardrobe had any special meaning. It would have to, to be worn in this heat.
And immediately she rubbed her eyes to break crusts of sleep, to better see who was approaching. The figure was familiar, but Cathy was too exhausted from Keith's attack to focus clearly on the approaching figure. As the leather clad intruder closed the gap between them, Cathy Rockwell sensed a familiar presence, smelled a familiar perfume. But the girl was not sure who the stranger was, or where she had met the person.
It was dusk and shadows covered the floor, draping the leather clad figure. Cathy strained to see the monolith, looming above her. But, in the gloom, she could not.
A booted toe came up and pressed against Cathy's belly. The girl gasped as pressure was exerted, forcing Cathy on her back, legs spread. The stranger, without a word, walked between Cathy's legs, and kicked her thighs apart to widen the triangle of flesh
The perfume of the leather and the sweat of the flesh was a mix of sour pungency, both nauseating and exciting. It evoked a feral ripeness, a basic earthiness that appealed to Cathy. The breath of the intruder came in faster spurts as Cathy's titties swelled and the nipples filled and thrust. Cathy's belly shook. Her thighs rippled. The smell of her glands thickened the air, colliding with the sharpness of the leather, and the sweating body beneath. The stranger laughed softly at Cathy's obvious need and the girl recognized the laugh as one she had heard before. The girl still could not pin-point the sound, nor could she identify the stranger who stood between Cathy's legs looking down on the girl.
Cathy Rockwell whined as her desire was re-kindled. The very solemnity and mystery of this visit aroused Cathy's lust. The stranger took one step closer to the lovely prone figure. The toe of the boot grazed the thicket of her cunt hair. Before Cathy could react, the toe of the boot slid along Cathy's labia, and the lust oil quickly spilled from the tight, puckered crease.
Cathy moaned, a husky, throaty sound. Instinctively, she knew what was about to happen. She opened her legs wider to accept the intrusion.
The toe of the boot pressed into Cathy's cunt crease. The labia opened. Cathy groaned. The toe pushed forward and the discomfort daggered the already bruised inner lips.
Cathy shivered and more lust oil spattered the smooth leather intrusion. Deeper the toe moved, crowding against her sore muscles, filling the snug orifice Cathy cried out, pushing down to accept this inanimate lover. Deeper the toe moved, spreading back the perfumed layered flesh. Cathy shuddered, a massive spasm that left her weak. She could not take further abuse and yet her flesh screamed for it.
The boot filled her vagina and the side of the boot touched Cathy's clit. At first touch, daggers of white hot fire plunged through her clitoris. Cathy shouted and choked as the highly polished, smooth-edged toe wiggled against her clitoris. The gland filled and throbbed terribly and she knew that any instant she would climax.
Cathy Rockwell bit her lip to keep from screaming and ripping her throat, and to give her enough distraction to keep from reaching her orgasm too soon. But try as she might, that wiggling intrusion scraped and then bruised her painfully swollen clitoris.
The toe suddenly withdrew for an instant, and when the pressure was released, Cathy Rockwell's gland tingled and vibrated like a tuning fork. The blonde sucked in her breath. Her titties spasmed and she dug her fingers into those jiggling stiff-tipped melons and, seizing her gorgeous breasts, Cathy squeezed. Pain needled into the sensitive tips and jabbed through her tits.
The boot returned, this time jamming against her clitoris. Cathy clutched her nipples between thumb and forefinger, bearing down as the toe pounded her clitoris.
The force of that inanimate object against her clit, and the pressure of her fingers against her nipples, whipped Cathy into lathers of passion. The girl screamed, jerking her nipples, and exerting enough pressure on the tender nipples to make the pain felt all through her breasts.
The pressure of the boot against her sweating vagina and her aching clitoris made the smell of the leather rise in clouds of acrid, harsh, almost metallic aromas. That aroma intensified the bizarre aspect of the encounter, fueling Cathy's reactions to it.
Cathy lifted her hips, clenching her buttocks and thighs, to get closer to this silent object, to grip the object tighter in her throbbing vagina. As the blonde closed her legs and ass more pressure was exerted, and the clitoris discharged its lust load.
Her throat clogged with her screams. Cathy Rockwell churned her pelvis, clawing her nipples with her sharp fingernails, bucked her belly up and side to side, the abdominal muscles taut, every nerve screaming with delight.
Cathy Rockwell jerked her hips rapidly. The toe wiggled faster as the speed of Cathy's pelvis intensified. As Cathy ground her hips against the foreign body, her vagina spewed lust oil and her clitoris tensed for the massive release of excitement that strained the tiny gland, then exploded in a gut wrenching overflow.
Belly and buttocks heaving, Cathy Rockwell threw her pelvis against the boot, straining her cuntal sheath to embrace the object, trap its rapidly sawing movements, to tighten her grip on the polished smooth surface.
Cathy screamed then, and the sound of her voice unleashed her pent up sexual rage. Like a beast gone crazy, Cathy Rockwell pistoned her hips up and down, gripping the toe of the boot, forcing the tip against her clit. As the blonde's cunny gushed cum, her titties pulsed with blood and the vibrations from her cunt.
The lovely captive moaned and whipped her hips frantically, ripping loose the last of her orgasm. As her plump buttocks, still pocked with Keith's jizz, slowed its rhythm, the floor dust settled as her jangling cunt nerves quieted.
The boot was withdrawn from her cunt and as Cathy Rockwell swallowed saliva, to be able to speak, the leather clad figure stepped over Cathy's spread eagled legs and marched toward the door. Without looking back, the buxom figure exited, leaving Cathy satisfied, as well as mystified.
When Keith entered a moment later, Cathy asked the identity of the stranger. And Edward Keith's answer was a shrug.
He snapped his fingers, motioning her to her feet. Once more, his eyes shining, he demanded to know who her contacts were in the black underground. And again she denied knowledge of their identities. Without speaking, Edward Keith dragged her by the wrist out of the office, down a narrow hall, down a flight of stairs at the end of the hall, and into the basement of the building. There, against one wall, were manacles affixed to the wall and positioned approximately nine feet from the floor. Cathy Rockwell, as she was dragged to the damp, cool, and rough-dimpled cement wall blocks, felt the passion once more rise in her belly.
Another brutal encounter frightened her, and, as before, renewed her passions. Never, in her dealings with women and men, had such perverse couplings been so exciting and fulfilling.
As she was shoved face forward against the wall and the manacles fastened on her wrists, Cathy began to moan and shake her hips and her buttocks jiggled. The gyrations flicked her swollen nipples against the rough cement. Her belly, too, was plastered against, the damp, humid cement and her sweat-moistened cunt thicket smeared against the hard, jagged, cement peaks.
The walls were like stucco and the moist brillo-pad-tuft of pussy hair that luxuriated from her labia twined around the stumped cement projections. The harsh sensation of her damp, tender, sexual-flesh, mating with this hard, rock surface, kindled within her vagina the need for something hard and thick reaming her pussy.
Cathy Rockwell bellowed her need and her piercing shriek echoed off the moist, cool cement. Her answer was a muted, harsh laugh, wet with Keith's saliva throated excitement.
Cathy heard a hushed slithering, then a sharp crack against the floor. As the brief echoes died, she recognized the sound of leather, snarling against the cement beneath her feet.
The whip. This beast was going to brand her plump, meaty buttocks with the gouging sting of the whip.
Passion racked her already throbbing pussy and as her lust oil gushed and spattered the humid rough-edged wall, Cathy Rockwell threw back her head and shrieked. Her racking cries of anguish echoed along the rippled surface of the cement squares, sending the gooseflesh springing forth on Edward Keith's naked body. His cock came up in heated arousal and his nuts strained.
Cathy tossed her head and pulled on the iron shackles. Her hair danced over her supple bare shoulders, her arms rippled, spasms cascaded through the firm back muscles.
Her nipples were crushed against the cement; the excruciating pain of the contact surged through her rounded belly, igniting fires which kindled in her vagina. The flesh seemed to be seared to the back of her cunt and her clitoris was afire, the building cum swelling the gland with desire, making the tiny thumb of her sex tremble under the weight of her impending orgasm.
Then the air was cut by the descending whip. Cathy Rockwell bit her tongue from fright and from the wrath of emotions tearing through her young body. She thrust her belly against the cold cement, arching her back as though to escape the downward slice of the instrument of torture. Her knees and tits slammed against the dead wetness in front of her. The slap of her tender female succulence, the sound it made and the feeling it generated, furthered Cathy Rockwell's desires.
The girl jammed her pelvis and cunt against the blocking as if to impale her cuntal sheath on the feelingless inanimate object before her. The reverberations which resounded through her cunt, when her labia struck the cement, twanged against her clitoris, and the little echoes of impending climax were started.
Crying out, Cathy Rockwell flinched and her hips scraped and smacked against the cold barrier which pressed into her hips. And the whip continued to snarl and crackle against her supple, dewlapped buttocks. Her meaty butt-cheeks danced, shook, and shivered as the leather snaked across those lovely, ripe hind melons.
A pain, more awesome than being thrust into the bowels of hell itself, raped her asscheeks. As she bellowed with agony, the whip gouged out tiny, thin, flesh-slivers. The wicked lash danced blindly over her solid butt cheeks, making the meaty spheres dance like performing animals. As the lash kissed her buttocks it snipped at the flesh, leaving her already welted buttocks criss-crossed with semi circular slashes
With each snorting bite of the whip over her tensed ass-cheeks, a fist-like shock slammed into Cathy Rockwell's pussy. The sting of the lashes made her crush her hips forward on the abrasive wall, her clitoris, grinding the sensitive vaginal nerves, and sparking her orgasm.
Cathy Rockwell threw herself harder against the wall, bruising her tits and cutting the lust-swollen spheres. The tender nipples, swollen and aching, jammed against the cement. Her soft belly too, ground against the blocks. Her pussy lips parted and were rubbed over the roughed wall by the force of the blows.
The blonde humped rapidly against the cement, tearing her labia, as blow after blow assaulted her clenched buttocks. The agony, so horrible she thought she would die, also fired her orgasm, making her clitoris discharge burst-upon-burst of cum.
Cathy Rockwell pounded the wall with her cunt as the orgasm surged, then burst. And, as her orgasm exploded, the whip tore into her butt muscles. The torture was almost too intense to hear and yet she craved even more than Edward Keith was inflicting on her. With each blow of the whip, her clitoris vibrated and she cried for more, to be beaten harder.
Keith blistered her rump with the whip and then, fearful that he might kill the girl, he threw the whip aside and walked to a corner where he sat, dripping with sweat, exhausted.
Cathy sobbed softly, sagging, her knees scraping the wall. She was aching; every nerve cried out. Still she was ready for more and knowing this made her even more frightened. But, in the back of her mind, she wondered what was planned next. And Keith did not keep her waiting long to find out.
With purposeful strides, he reached the wall, undid the manacles and when she collapsed in his arms, he forced her to her knees, her back against the wall. Legs spread, he squeezed her jaws open and shoved his swollen cock in her mouth.
Cathy gagged at the sour, sweat taste, at the weight pressing down hard on her tongue, making her jaw ache. The cockhead slammed into the back of her throat and she retched as the epiglottis was struck. The girl, however, controlled her nausea, and, as she did, her saliva spilled over the hot dry shaft. The veins surged with jizz and she felt those vibrations against her teeth.
Her juices flowed then. Rivers of sweat spilled between her swollen, stiff titties. Gooseflesh sent the sweat rivulets in zig-zagged paths down her cleavage. Her skin turned pink and her belly spasmed. Her thighs, taut and damp with lust oil, gripped her clitoris tightly.
The feel of her slickened cunt hair against her sensitive labia felt good, natural. The shivering in her pussy bumped along her clitoris and she held back to keep from climaxing. Her cheeks were drawn in as she suckled the massive weight. The veins pumped faster and she was choked by the force of his building orgasm.
Cathy Rockwell tightened her legs, jerking in short thrusts, her thighs, stroking her clitoris against the cunt walls. Pre-cum shot down her throat and the opaque sourness sent shivers of desire up her spine, then down to her anus. Her asshole tingled and the tingling spread into her pussy, igniting her orgasm. Just then his cum exploded down her throat and she gagged on the scalding sour seed. Her throat was clogged with his jizz and she swallowed rapidly to keep up with the torrent.
His cum burned her throat and the salt of his cum made her retch. The depravity of this act, sickened her, and excited her at the same time. As the jizz gushed down her tonsils she drank deeply to take all of the sperm into her belly. Her stomach glowed as the hot deposits scalded. Her clitoris bristled; she was going to climax again. Cathy tensed, grunted through the awesome heft between her jaws, then pumping her big ass, Cathy Rockwell ground her cunt muscles against her clitoris, squeezing off another eruption of cum.
While her hips jerked awkwardly, she raised her hands from the floor, where she had them placed for balance, and flung her trembling fingers over her quivering breasts. Fingers clawing her tits, she rubbed her ass against the cool cement, and showers of loose cement chips fell over the supple buttocks, imbedding themselves in the broad crease.
Edward Keith's jizz continued to pour down her throat, and as he reached the crest of his orgasm, he opened his hand, exposing a small object he had been holding. Cathy's eyes were shut and she did not see what it was he held. A slight adjustment of his weight and he created a small space between them.
He adjusted the object so the business end of the weapon was positioned properly. Then he held his hand to his side, took aim and slowly brought his arm up. The tendons were taut and glistened as the ice pick remained poised over her right tit for a moment.
Edward Keith, sure of his aim, jabbed the ice pick into her nipple. The blow's force, the terrible overwhelming pain, daggered through her system and she fell back. He ordered her to remain conscious or he would do the same thing to her eyes. And Cathy, subdued by the threat, forced herself to remain conscious.
The torrent of agony left her weak. But she found that her clitoris pulsed rapidly and her vagina was suddenly very much alive, even more receptive to this man's punishment.
The nipple spilled a tiny thread of blood, a sharp contrast of dark against the alabastered pinkness of the heaving, swollen breast. Edward Keith withdrew the icepick from her nipple and the tip was slickened with blood. As he jerked the icepick from the trembling peak, her whole body felt as though a cock had been pulled from her cunt after a pleasurable fuck.
Cathy Rockwell moaned, then, and whimpered, but continued suckling rapidly on the jizz which flowed quickly down her throat. The girl opened her legs slightly. The tit wound seemed to arouse her lust to even greater heights and the ferocity of her emotions left her breathless. Steadying her weight on the balls of her feet, Cathy Rockwell plunged two stiff fingers into her cunt. Waiting with anticipation for the gouge of the icepick, Cathy Rockwell rammed her fingers deep inside her cunt. She viciously tore at her pussy, pounding her clitoris, whining as the ice pick remained away from her flesh, and the hot jizz slowly subsided. His cock was still hard, though, and the blonde figured he might still be able to coax more jizz from his balls.
Her tongue snaked around that huge veiny shaft while her throat closed on the cockhead. His cock shuddered and she felt the early surging of jizz along those wiggling veins. He rocked forward and backward, working his cock along her jaws.
Cathy Rockwell bit down lightly, using her teeth to rub provocatively along the already tender shaft. As the fuck began once more, Cathy continued jamming her fingers into her pussy. As the sharp nails stabbed the walls and wounded her clitoris, her orgasm increased. Gobs of the creamy stuff splattered her thighs, and slickened the cunt hair to her labia, coursing between the narrow semi-circles between the cement flooring blocks.
It felt so good, sucking and fucking this way. She couldn't get enough of this exotic fucking. The more he assaulted her mouth with his prick, the hungrier she became for his cock, and his abuse.
Cathy's jaws worked ravenously, dragging every delicious inch of prick to the back of her throat, drinking down each succulent drop of jizz. The blonde clamped her jaws on the pumping shaft and while she quickly sawed her clitoris with her fingers, she wished for the touch of the ice pick once more.
Edward Keith felt his orgasm cresting. Before he was done he had to experience that ultimate seizure of power, that intense moment when he had her subjugated and was able to force his will on her, inflict on her flesh the delicacy of agony.
Clutching the weapon, he skewered her left nipple. Cathy Rockwell once again nearly lost consciousness. The pain plunged through her breast with a force not unlike an out of control land rover plummeting down the side of a mountain.
Struggling to remain conscious, she was still able to keep fucking her pussy with her fingers while her mouth embraced Edward Keith's prick. The stab wound generated flashes of pain that telegraphed through her breast and spread down her sternum, into her guts.
As before, Cathy Rockwell experienced this momentary sickening lurch in her belly which, in turn, quickly became a warmth that engulfed her belly and surged through her pussy, igniting her already cum swollen clitoris.
Tiny dots of blood speckled her tit and mingled with the sweat, racing down her cleavage. A shuddering began along her spine and dropped over her buttocks. Her asscheeks danced and rubbed against the ragged cool wet cement. She tightened her buttocks instinctively, closing her pussy on her fingers, trapping her sharp-nailed fingers in the layered succulence.
Cathy Rockwell jerked her pelvis as she gouged her pussy. The icepick was pulled from the nipple with a gut wrenching burst of force. As before, the girl nearly passed out, but by a supreme will, she remained conscious, alert.
As her fingers tore at her pussy the icepick stroked tantalizingly over both passion heavy titties. The bastard was torturing her by teasing her with the blood soiled weapon. He was driving her insane with that awful weapon. And she loved the wanton way in which he abused her body, taunted her soul with her accursed weakness.
And the blonde, cringing against the wall, her buttocks and belly shuddering, both breasts bleeding at the nipples, accepted this abuse as the necessary means to her orgasm.
Cathy Rockwell plunged her fingers into the sticky well of her pussy and corkscrewing her fingers, ripped away at her clitoris. The cum flowed and with each orgasmic burst, the blonde quivered and cried and worked her fingers faster over the clitoris and into the deep recesses of her cunt.
The agony she inflicted on herself was matched by the agony of the ice pick over her titties. Edward Keith scratched harder over the swollen aureoles. Deep narrow grooves appeared on the aureoles, and the nipples, crusted with dried blood, flared and reached for the blind touch of the gruesome weapon.
Edward Keith exerted slight pressure and Cathy Rockwell winced and sighed and beat the shaft with her tongue and chewed harder, suckled faster, dragging with pursed cheeks on the shaft. The jizz boiled, and with the beginning of the orgasm, Edward Keith jabbed the icepick against her heavy, solid titties.
Cathy Rockwell's screams were muted by the weight of the prick. The blonde whipped her hips frantically, crushing her fingers in the tight layers of cuntal muscle. Faster her fingers sawed her pussy and as she reached another orgasm, Edward Keith jabbed harder with the ice pick.
Cathy's tits rolled against, the downward force of his blows. She barely felt the almost vengeful attack on her breasts. Her cunt was alive. The orgasm boiled, overflowed, and scalded her already throbbing, aching pussy. The pain rolled through her cunt like an avalanche. With each pounding movement, her cunt tingled and vibrated and itched pleasurably Cathy Rockwell, her ass flattened against the jagged wall, rubbed her meaty buttocks against the soiled, sharp blocking, thus adding a mild discomfort to the ferocious attack on her breasts.
Edward Keith stabbed the ice pick, not caring which part of her tit he stabbed. The heavy flesh sacks gave with a soft, mushy sound. With each blow, spurting red threads gushed over her lush, ripe tits.
The sight of the blood, of the dazed, flushed grimace that twisted her lovely face, excited Keith and once more his cock filled and he dumped gouts of jizz down her throat. Her jaws worked rapidly, from side to side, as she accepted all of his orgasm, swallowing quickly, her Adam's apple bobbing.
Saliva coated his throbbing cock and her teeth chewed the flexed muscle. Her tongue thrashed the shaft, covering the veins with a rapid stroking that intensified his lust, and made the jizz pump faster against her tonsils.
Cathy Rockwell gasped and her nostrils opened and closed rapidly as she tried to drink in enough air to remain conscious. The big rock crowded her mouth and the deluge of jizz closed her throat and seemed to fill her lungs. But she kept sucking his cock for the scalding taste aroused her own passion. Each time his gouts stung her throat, her clitoris heaved and discharged.
Cathy clamped her jaws shut, then, for her orgasm had reached an overpowering crescendo. The force of her cum-burst tightened every muscle in her voluptuous body. Her nerves sang. Her cunt filled with a force greater than the girth between her jaws. Her clitoris stretched and tingled and the agony of the trapped jizz left her dazed and breathless.
Buttocks pumping, swollen and bleeding titties swaying and slapping together softly, Cathy Rockwell shot her cum over her thighs, to the floor. The force of her orgasm snapped her jaws tightly and she bit into his spurting cock, the salty taste of his blood clogging her jaws.
Edward Keith did not feel the pain for an instant. When the pain daggered his prick he screamed, dropped the icepick, and beat her face until she released his cock. He fell backward, stumbled, gripping his bleeding cock. She slammed against the wall, her nose bleeding. Glinting there in the dim light, less than two feet from where she sagged, was the ice pick. Without thinking, she grabbed the weapon. Myriad emotions assailed her flesh. Rage at him for what he had inflicted on her voluptuous young body; anger at herself for allowing this to happen; disgust and contempt at herself for responding to his agonizingly debasing ministrations.
While Edward Keith did his little dance of agony, Cathy Rockwell seized the weapon, held it poised in her hand, and waited for her strength to return. Keith suddenly seemed to sense what was happening. He overcame his agony long enough to assess the situation. He saw her leaning against the wall, her ass plastered against the floor, legs open and the almost white pubic bush slickened to her labia and glistening.
They stared at each other for a moment. Then as he lunged for the ice pick, she turned the weapon on herself. Without judging her accuracy, Cathy Rockwell rammed the ice pick into her twat. The blood covered point struck her clitoris, making a deep, whispering sound as the tip punctured her clitoris.
The wound was a block of fire incinerating her clitoris, sweeping through her pussy, scorching each nerve in her most sensitive zone. The inferno raged through her anus and it felt like his cock was buried in her bowels, twisting like a corkscrew, drawing the blood from her intestines.
Cathy Rockwell writhed on the floor, the ice pick imbedded in her clitoris, the ugly handle projecting like a butcher's blade in a slab of gutted meat.
Cathy's thighs trembled and the spasms spread through her belly, making her big, thick-tipped breasts collide. The girl was dazed, weak, her orgasms spent. Echoes of desire continued to sound through her cunt but she was powerless to answer them, or give vent to her cravings.
The lovely young blonde barely felt the cold rough floor beneath her buttocks and the hard wall which dug into her spine. The girl-child was exhausted and not even the sight of this heavily hung, scowling man looming above her like a monolith could excite her fear. He had already exacted his revenge on her flesh. There was little else he could do, except kill her, which, she thought with a twinge of mirth, might result in the ultimate orgasm. But she was too tired now to even contemplate that, or any other type of orgasm.
He was stretching out a hand, she thought dimly, reaching for the ice pick. What had he planned next for her? Would he once again put that vile weapon to use? Why, she wondered, had she not used the weapon on him?
Edward Keith, still weak with agony, jerked the ice pick out of her cunt. Cathy recoiled as the sharp withdrawal made itself felt in her pussy. A coil of warmth flexed through her cunt and then she felt the warmth on her thighs. She smelled her blood, but her clitoris twinged and she knew that she had not severely wounded the gland. She would be able to orgasm again and the thought warmed her.
Keith, shaking with rage now, dragged her across the floor to an overturned wooden crate. Sitting, he slung her across his knees. Her titties were crushed against his legs and her ripe ass was pointed at his cupped hand. The curled fingers threw their shadows across her clenched bottom as he snarled: "You tried to kill yourself and that offends me, I think what you need, you naughty slut, is some good, old-fashioned discipline."
As Cathy Rockwell sobbed and twisted beneath his raised hand, Keith took a deep breath for strength, then brought his open palm down hard on her plump hind cheeks.
Cathy Rockwell, with the last of her strength, screamed as the calloused fingers beat her bottom. Her buttocks jiggled and new welts quickly rose on those supple hind melons. Cathy bucked as the warm electricity of the blows generated through her buttocks and spread into her anus, which tightly clenched with each assault. Her spine took the force of the attack and as the blows fell rapidly on her asscheeks, her spine transmitted the impulses all through her nervous system.
The girl writhed and kicked and her titties rubbed against his legs, the nipples like tiny boulders digging into his tightly muscled thighs. Blow after blow reined down on her bottom, and she squealed and thrashed about, which only added to the hot cum stewing in her pussy. Once more her clitoris tingled and itched, and the slowly spreading reverberations awakened the dead nerves in her cunt.
And the spanking continued until she thought she would not be able to stand any more of this abuse. She cried out to him to stop, to let her alone, to give her some peace. But she knew that this insatiable brute would not answer her entreaties and would, instead, heap more abuse on her already battered body.
Edward Keith, his fingers stinging hotly, abruptly stopped the degrading discipline and when she gasped and those big buttocks continued to jiggle and dance, he stiffened his fingers and rammed them between her hot buttocks, penetrating the crease, immersing his fingertips in the steamy moistness of her rectum.
Cathy Rockwell yelped with surprise as the sharp nailed appendages daggered her clenched asshole. She screamed again as he wiggled his fingers, as if attempting to stretch her anus. And he laughed when she tensed and retched on the sudden intrusion. Pulses leaped through her anus and into her bowels and then into her belly and chest, exciting her passions once more. Cathy Rockwell churned her hips, her spread labia plastered wetly against his leg. The clitoris vibrated and the firebrands of desire once more plunged through her vagina.
Cathy wiggled her pelvis in a rhythm counter to the one of his ramming fingers. And as he wiggled his fingers with greater speed, she jerked her pelvis, crushing her sex gland against his flexed, muscular legs. Her clitoris rubbed over his hairy muscles and her titties dangled, kissed by the damp air, the nipples stretching, as if reaching for a male mouth and teeth.
Still plugging her anus with his fingers, Edward Keith dropped his hand toward her breasts, reaching until he found her succulent mounds. He trapped both nipples, palming and stroking them as he rammed his knuckles against her snug asswalls.
Then he turned ferocious once again, pinching her nipples, and plunging his fingers deeper into her moist intestinal cavity. The sudden shift of discomfort to pain, made Cathy Rockwell cry out and her clitoris quickly filled as she was plunging into the deep well of screaming lust. Only it was Cathy who was screaming.
The torment that he was inflicting only drove her to a more intense desire. As her intestines swelled with the weight of his fingers, her clitoris became bloated with orgasm and she strained to hold back the deluge, but as always she could not.
Cathy Rockwell's orgasm spilled over his legs and she sighed as the awesome weight, left her glands. His fingers remained imbedded in her bowels, but now the heft of his cock strained against her side and as he turned her on her side so she faced him, his hand remained in her ass, supporting her weight, keeping her from toppling out of his embrace.
Cathy felt the man's cock rise against her pubic bush and she squealed and wiggled, for the awkward position created discomfort. He surely would not fuck her cunt in this strange position. The awkwardness, though, and being able to watch his face while he fucked her pussy, appealed to her.
Keith grimaced as he fitted his cock past the labia. As tight as her muscles were in this cramped position, he was still able to stab deeply into her ripe snug vagina.
Cathy Rockwell gasped, eyes wide, as he continued finger stroking her anus while he plugged her cunt with his huge prick. Her titties sagged to one side and as they rolled together with the rhythm of his fucking, her nipples stiffened and gooseflesh erupted in her cleavage, belly and thighs. Her buttocks tightened on his fervid finger stroking and that furthered the excitement which was generating in her snatch.
Edward Keith reamed her cunt, grunting and sweating as her body heat made his temperature soar. He fucked in short jabbing strokes and her belly tightened and her thighs gripped. She had her eyes shut and a smile snaked across her lips.
The ecstasy she seemed to be feeling was matched by the ferocious rage of passion that sprang through his glands. He was almost close to bursting, but he wanted to make this fuck last for as long as possible. For once he got her into the camp his privacy would be limited.
Cathy Rockwell groaned as the big cock drilled her pussy, keeping a rhythm that matched the finger fucking in her anus. Both holes stretched to accommodate the twin intrusions. Blades of granite drilled her cunt and ass and now he had his hands on her sore titties. The bastard was using his nails to pluck and pinch her nipples. The pain hurt with an intensity that had not even been matched by the icepicking on those stiff tips.
Cathy sobbed softly, twisting in his embrace holding his cock and fingers in her cunt and ass. He was stroking faster now, digging deeper with his fingers and cock. The agony made her limp, turned her flesh cold, and made her sweat more profusely. He was a brute, but she felt no revulsion now, only the supreme joy a woman feels when she strikes her orgasm.
Jerking her hips rapidly, Cathy Rockwell churned against his fingers and cock, blistering the sensitive inner flesh folds of her ass and cunt. Her clitoris swelled, tensed, and then discharged. In massive bursts, her orgasm erupted, drenching his pounding cock.
Edward Keith stepped up the assault, dumping his orgasm in her pussy. As her orgasm peaked, he clamped his fingernails on her blood-engorged titties. Scraping the crusted blood, he felt the thumb-like nipples rise between his fingers, for the added pain excited her passion to greater heights.
Cathy Rockwell thrashed about, grunting rapidly, in time with her pistoning hips. Her belly and thighs slapped against his cock and balls. Her titties trembled beneath his pinching, plucking fingers. Her buttocks clamped down on his other hand and the spurts of her cum trickled between her legs and spilled into the deep valley between her butt cheeks.
Cathy was writhing like a python trapped. Saliva spurted down her chin, her eyelids quivered. Spasms leaped through her cheeks, and down through her belly. Her arms swayed spasmodically and her brain ached and pounded from the harshness of the overpowering force of her orgasm.
Cathy Rockwell humped her belly in short spasms, to match the rapid jabs of his rhythm. They collided, their sex organs bruising and slamming together. Faster and faster they fucked, their passions soaring, the pain in their glands reaching a fever pitch.
Then, together, they gasped, discharged their orgasms, their hips still bucking forward, pulling back, then bucking forward one more. The last of Edward Keith's orgasm erupted, spattering against her inner cunt walls, and then penetrating on into her cervix.
As his prick began to shrink he withdrew his fingers, exhausted, aching. Her cum still spilling, she fell off his lap, to her knees, facing him. She jammed two fingers into her cunt, to finish herself off and while she blindly, rapidly fingered her clitoris, she buried her face between his legs, licking the cum from his thighs, thrusting her hungry, ravenous mouth over his shrinking cock.
Knowing that the sour jelly that she was drinking and coating her tongue and teeth with, was part of her discharge, only made this degrading gesture that much more exciting.
Tongue lapping at the bitter-tasting jelly, Cathy Rockwell filled her pussy with her fingers, snapping at her clitoris with her fingertips, using her nails to scrape at the cunt walls. Stiffening, the last of her orgasm spilled and she fell back, drenched with sweat, and for the moment, satiated.
"Now," he said, standing, "you are primed for some truth telling."
"I know nothing," she replied in a weak voice.
"Then I must make you know something."
Chapter Two
The thick green Foliage slapped cruelly at her naked buttocks and shoulders. Flies buzzed around her eyebrows, and lost themselves in her thick hair which was matted to her scalp. The harness which was lashed to her cunt, between her buttocks, and fastened tightly across her belly, dug deeply into her flesh. Her labia were spread apart and her clitoris was rubbed by the sour leather.
As the truck she was fastened to speeded up, penetrating the foliage which crowded the one lane dirt road, she ran faster, her legs aching, the harness between her legs rubbing faster. Her clitoris swelled and tingled and when she looked down she was surprised to see, that even though she was in agony, her titties rose, full of passion, and her wounded nipples swelled.
Cathy Rockwell shook her head, to scatter the colony of flies that buzzed nearer to her sweating face. The accursed insects were everywhere. Not even the fronds which slapped at her body could scatter the flies for very long.
The flies settled on her breasts and she felt tiny needle sharp bites on her nipples. The constant stinging made her cry with the discomfort but, at the same time, the steady gnawing aroused within her pussy the urge to cum. The sensation of those myriad insects, chewing into her sensitive titties, was almost like a man, gently biting into her throbbing breasts.
And the palm fronds whacking at her shoulders and back and ass furthered the pleasure of this bizarre situation. The harness dug into her pussy and bit her still sore inner ass muscles. It was like being rubbed down with a strong, masterful object, a surrogate fucker, like a dildo, only so much better. And, she remembered, after being dildo fucked by her former lover, Jody Criss, she had figured there was nothing better than a dildo, if a cock wasn't handy.
The leather gouged at her wet pussy and ass and as the truck picked up speed, the leather bit deeper, rubbed faster, and even though she was so worn down she was about to collapse, she could not control the action of her pussy.
Cathy Rockwell's clitoris twinged and she moaned softly, a high thin sound that was drowned by the throbbing roar of the truck's engine. She looked up once to see Edward Keith looking back at her from the truck's cab. Their eyes met and the hatred that flared from his gaze told her that more pain would be inflicted before he was done with her.
Cathy whimpered and winced as the leather tore into her cunt, ripping also, at the still sore folds of her anus. Deeper the leather dug, as the truck accelerated. The rough leather gouged her clitoris. Like a knife, the jagged edges tore her sensitive gland, while her anus was pummeled by the harness that was stuffed between her plump buttocks.
Cathy stumbled over rocks and fallen branches and as she lurched backward, the leather was jerked tighter. The leather bite bruised her clitoris and set off her orgasm. Cathy hollered, regained her footing, and tightened her crotch to keep the leather against her spurting gland.
The flies smelled the fertile wetness of her crotch and gathered between her legs, to feed at her labia, at her clitoris, at her anus, and at the snug walls of her cunt.
This added stimulation drove her into spasms of ecstasy. She fought to keep from collapsing. Cathy rolled her pelvis to drag the leather all through her pussy and anus. The stretched leather ripped away at her gushing pussy, at the moistness of her inner butt flesh.
Cathy ran faster to keep up with these brutes. For if she fell, the truck would drag her along this littered roadway, over the broken bottles and what could easily be the remnants of broken skulls. Cathy shuddered as what appeared to be eyes stared up at her from the rutted path. She stepped on what was either feces, or guts, and the smell that billowed as the mess squished between her toes made her retch.
But the tugging at her cunt and anus made her forget the garbage in the road.
The leather cunt holster sawed at her pussy and asshole, and the flies chewed at her clitoris, anus and titties. Cathy, half out of her head, giggled insanely at the excruciating delight that assailed her sensitive zones. This was even better than being fucked by a man. Or a woman. The ecstasy climbed along her nerves and rubbed pleasurably at her pussy.
For the moment her entire consciousness was focused on the leather snugness crowding both holes, and the constant chewing at her titties and clitoris. Her passion climbed. Her clit, nipples and anus throbbed as the speed of her building orgasm intensified. Her breath burst faster. She was dizzy now. The air seemed so heavy, she could barely breathe. Cathy sucked in air in shallow drags and that helped keep her conscious.
The throbbing in her cunt was intensifying. The pain of her building orgasm grew stronger and she tensed and nearly fell once more. By squeezing her thighs, she held the leather tighter to her clitoris. The sex-gland pulsed with a faster rhythm.
Yelping now, as the wonderful pain of the orgasm crested, the girl shot her orgasm. The leather was slickened with her creamy discharge. The flies not drowned in the sudden burst, buried themselves in the delicacy of her cum. They swarmed into her anus and cunt and fed at those sensitive muscles.
Cathy Rockwell was gasping now, sweat blinded her eyes, the carbon monoxide discharge from the truck's exhaust choked her lungs. She thought she would faint, but as her strength seemed to ebb, the truck suddenly halted. The thongs that had pinned her wrists behind her back slipped as the sweat from her arms gathered along her pinioned wrist. She felt the blood rush through her arteries and pulling against the bonds, she worked her hands free. She rubbed her wrists, still feeling the last of her orgasm spurt down her thighs.
The truck had halted at a high, wood posted gate. The gate itself, partially covered by the thick foliage which gathered like sentinels on either side of the tall iron fence, was of iron and strung across the tops of this gate and fence was barbed wire.
The gate opened on command and the truck rolled through. As the truck entered the hard earth compound the sentries and other white personnel gathered to see what was arriving. When they saw the voluptuous blonde, naked, save for the leather harness, they hooted and yelled, taunted her with their leers and obscene shouts.
There were hundreds of them, she thought, panic stricken. They stared at her titties, small belly, and large meaty rump so hungrily, that she was afraid of what they would do if the truck stopped, and they were allowed to pounce on her ripe young body.
Modestly, full of fear, she tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but the truck picked up speed and she stumbled, and her hands flew over her head from the force of the jerking motion of the truck.
More shouts came from the assembled soldiers as the truck slowed at the headquarters building. The truck came to a full stop and Edward Keith got out.
"Enjoy your ride?" He wiped his face with a soggy rag. Before she could answer, he said: "Ready now to tell me those names?" Again she begged ignorance, and he slapped her face. "Well, we will see how quickly you remember." He strode around her to face the men, gathered in a semi circle nearby. "Get into caning formation."
The men stood in two columns facing each other over a space four feet wide. There were thirty of them, young, tanned, strong. The line stretched six feet from the truck to a small ordinance building. On command, the ordinance officer produced from inside that building flat edged swords with heavy handles and polished sharp edges.
The soldiers tensed, leered, as Edward Keith said: "Your ass is so big, you nigger lover, that we must trim some of that fat." As she cringed, weeping softly, he yelled to his troopers. "We have in our midst a bona fide nigger lover, men, one that will do anything to protect their identities. You must show her how we treat nigger lovers."
More agony, Cathy Rockwell thought. More of what she was beginning to enjoy. If she was lucky, they would not kill her, and they might even fuck her cunt, over and over.
"March between those columns," Keith snarled.
Keith gave her a push. Cathy stumbled, recovered and started down that long line.
Whack!
Cathy cringed, and shied away as the flat of the saber slapped across her buttocks, making the big dewlapped cheeks shiver. Sweat appeared on the pink surfaces and shimmered on her supple melons. Then a second slap and an uneven welt appeared.
The reverberations, as she half stumbled, half ran through the line, wiggled through her ass and sparked her cunt and her lust juice flowed. She danced on tip-toes, trying to avoid the assault but too weak to try too hard. As each saber kissed her big ass, her cheeks bounced and danced and the flame in her pussy ignited and became an inferno of lust that caused her clitoris to sing and throb.
The troopers were stoic, apparently unmoved as this tortured creature fell and then writhed on the ground, lifting her ass, shaking her hips, sobbing, her titties rising and falling, her skin sweat-slickened and pale in the glow of the sun.
As she flung herself about on the ground and writhed there at their feet, nearly crazy from the cruelty of these last few days, she spread back her labia and begged for someone to fuck her pussy, to ease the pounding lust that tortured her cunt.
And the soldiers snarled at Cathy and raised their swords, slapping the flat edges across her big titties, arousing her more.
"Please," she bawled. "Someone! Please fuck me!"
Cathy Rockwell writhed and tore her ass on the hard, rutted ground and when no one came forward to fuck her cunt, Cathy jammed her thumb in her pussy and ground the nail against the clitoris and her orgasm flowed. But the satisfaction was mild; the massive ache in her snatch was yet to be assuaged.
While the soldiers continued their taunting, their verbal ridicule, Cathy Rockwell cried again for relief. But all she got was the steady assault of the sabers on her titties and belly. She thrashed about, rolling between their legs, bumping their feet.
She rubbed her tits with her palms, finally, and wiggled between the laughing, chortling, cursing white soldiers. They slapped their swords against her bobbing, goose fleshed ass cheeks and she yelped and rubbed her thighs together, trying to bring herself off.
They kept whipping her ass and taunting her, spitting at her, and the saliva soon slickened her titties, back, buttocks and face. She relished this encounter, even when her body was covered in their saliva and her ass was smeared with welts, and the ache in her cunt became too much to bear.
They kicked at her and occasionally the toe of a boot struck her sides but she felt no pain there. The only pain was the fat pink column of her clitoris. This pain could only be eased by a thick brutal raping prick.
Edward Keith, a glass of gin and tonic water in his hand, left the compound headquarters building and, after a sip of the refreshing drink, he ordered the men to stop. They stepped aside to permit him access to his captive.
"You're a pretty sight," he smirked, standing over her. "Not even those black bastards will want you now."
"Yes," she sobbed, so weak and weary she thought she might die.
Cathy's belly and titties were criss-crossed with welts. The flesh stung from the assaults and from her sweat. Her skin was red from the beating and from the exertion of her bizarre sex dance. Her cunt still throbbed painfully. The pressure grew stronger as he stood over her fallen body, looming like a cruel colossus.
He was talking but the pressure in her ears muffled the words. The pounding in her cunt surged with such force it blotted out all conscious reason. For the moment she was crazed with sex. All she thought about, all she felt was the driving raging agony racking her cunt.
Cathy grabbed the ankle of a nearby soldier, rolled against his leg and, spreading her legs, she wrenched the sword from his hand. Keith lurched forward, thinking she might kill herself. Then he stopped when he saw what she was about to do.
Gingerly reversing the sword she gripped the handle and shoved the end of the handle furthest from the blade into her cunt. There was no preliminary, no wasted time, for her cunt was boiling, her clitoris strained, her cunt pulsed with unsatisfied passion.
While Edward Keith stood back, sipping his drink, Cathy Rockwell fucked herself quickly, forcing the handle in and out, wrenching her pelvis to bring her clit against the ribbed handle.
The sun light glowed along the sharp edge, flickering diamonds reflecting the spasms that made her breasts dance and slap together softly, that made her belly quiver, and brought more lust juice seep from her labia and down her thighs.
Cathy Rockwell cried out, covering her throbbing titties, and crushing the massive silver blade against them, glancing over ashamedly at the sharp eyed, young faces of the soldiers. Some of the soldiers watched while the girl writhed in torment. They began to grunt amongst themselves, their eyes never leaving the voluptuous woman as she began to cum.
As she exploded, they all felt her relief as her orgasm popped across her rippling belly and trembling thighs. They moved closer, but wary of Edward Keith and what he would do to them if they took it upon themselves to touch Cathy's ripe body, or fondle her big titties and ass, or her hairy blonde pussy.
Panting heavily, Cathy Rockwell dropped the sword. She turned weary eyes toward her cruel master. The blonde was exhausted, a willing slave, for all her inhibitions, all her will was at last taken from her. Eyes downcast, supple flesh goose-bumped, she waited patiently, unquestioningly for her master to do whatever he chose.
Edward Keith slowly approached, prolonging her fate, relishing this moment that he was master of. Casually, he plucked the saber from the ground, examining the cum slickened handle. Humming to himself, while his men stood at rapt attention, Keith wiped the handle on his sweat rag and then hefted the weight of the weapon.
Raising the blade, he touched one thrusting, rose-pink nipple. Cathy, eyes fixed on the weapon, gasped and flinched. Goose flesh rose on her alabaster spheres. Chuckling softly, Edward Keith traced the pinkish-red nipple-thumb with the sword tip. The girl's nipple thickened. Cathy moaned, and her pelvis jerked and her lust oil gushed over her tensed thighs.
A thin barely discernable line formed around the ice pick wounds, where the sword's tip touched. Cathy winced and whimpered and her shoulders trembled, then moved the spheres against her arms to assuage the pulsing, tingling in her nipples.
Still chuckling and salivating, Edward Keith massaged her aureole with the swordtip, exerting a gentle pressure. As she shuddered and felt the nerves in her cunt and titties tighten, Cathy knew this brute was a master as this torture; the bastard used just enough pressure to excite without tearing the flesh.
After tracing each nipple he got bored. He wanted blood and she did not cooperate; no, the little bitch did not struggle as he exerted more pressure, turning the thin lines into tiny red strings. Cathy whimpered as the passion needled her titties. More excitement raged in her pussy. Cathy growled as the blade cleaved an imaginary line down her belly, tracing the wide "0"of her navel.
Cathy Rockwell couldn't hold back her desire. The raging upheaval in her pussy was too great to ignore, or hide. He laughed at her, but no matter. Let him ridicule her frustrated desire, let him prolong the agony before he thrust this brutal weapon into her bowels. Waiting only prolonged and intensified her need, made the ultimate release much sweeter.
Edward let the blade lightly cut across the top line of hair below her belly. As she shivered and sighed in a soft high voice, Edward Keith lightly shaved the uppermost clumps of her cunt hair. Groaning, her breasts rolled and her belly quaked with anticipation. More of the lust juice spattered her thighs, and the sword's edge.
The awesomeness of the weapon, and the man wielding it, sent torrents of desire along the nerves of her snatch. But, Edward Keith, master of torture, had more insidious weapons that had not been used. He ordered one, and a soldier ran in to the ordnance shack for it. The youth returned with what appeared to be a long handled rubber column with a trident attached to it.
The trident was made of two prongs, long and thick rubber columns. The twin shafts reminded her of a massive black boy's prick; she had seen enough black cocks to never forget what they looked like.
Edward Keith took the long pole and imbedded it in the ground. The trident tip seemed to stretch toward the sun, Cathy thought as she gazed up at it. Keith gave a command which shattered the instant's reverie.
Two soldiers gripped her arms, and lifted her off the ground. Suspended over the ground, her nakedness on view to anyone within sight, Cathy drew her legs up, to hide her nakedness. The girl cried softly, out of fear perhaps, or frustration at this new debasement.
Another command and she was hoisted seven feet off the ground and carried by the long armed boys to the trident. Lifting her higher, they suspended her cunt and ass above the twin thick rubber prongs.
On instinct, she drew her legs up tighter, to get positioned over the black columns. Her ass crease was a narrow slit; her taut labia where thick haired white-blonde bushed curls barely concealed the glistening dark pink beneath her pubic thicket. The troopers held her there, for a moment, to get her positioned correctly. Then when Keith nodded they lowered her flanks onto the columns. The spectators gasped, in a single breath, as her cunt and ass muscles rapidly approached those mute, intractable, thrusting rubber fists.
Cathy tensed for she could not see the rubber trident approaching her pussy and ass. She was dizzy with expectation. The blood beat wildly in her temples. Her breath was trapped there in her heaving chest. Her mouth was dry and she shuddered and nearly wet herself as the tips of the trident scraped her cunt and ass.
The troopers lowered her slowly but firmly, and, as the trident's horns stabbed the outer muscles of her cunt and ass, Cathy Rockwell winced, whimpered, and raised her legs higher, to draw her holes tighter, to try and keep the intruders out, but instead, only further intensifying the agony that was to follow. The foul odor of the weapon smote her nostrils and she gagged. As the weapon advanced the veins in her neck stood out and she fought to breathe. Cathy bent her knees, flexing her cunt and ass muscles, squeezing out enough oil to provide an easy passage for this thrusting inanimate invader.
The pain was so intense she thought she might vomit. But then the troopers lifted and lowered her hips, easing back slightly, pulling back some of the pressure. And she expanded to take the massive intrusions. And the soldiers pushed and pulled with greater speed and the pressure sawing at her cunt awakened embers that coalesced and became an inferno, and she was no longer aware of the nausea at the back of her throat.
Cathy Rockwell, as if fucked by twin cocks, bucked her hips and whipped side to side. The soldiers, giggling, smelling of her sweat, mumbled Rhodesian endearments which she could only guess at by the intonation with which they were spoken.
Cathy kept her knees drawn up, allowing the weapons to rail her cunt and bowels. The trident forks were drenched with her pussy and intestinal juices. She tried to hide her reactions from her tormentors, to prevent them from obtaining the satisfaction of her debasement. But this dreadful evil assault awakened in her pussy a bizarre need, a need for more of what she was being subjected to.
The soldiers, lifting and lowering her by the hips, plunged the forks into her ass and cunt, impaling her twin holes on the ugly cruel weapon of lust. The soldiers intensified the speed of the rape and Cathy Rockwell yelped as the forceful stroking bit into her anal and vaginal corridors.
Her stomach curdled and intestinal noises burst from the stretched, filled asshole. "Now don't you shit, you nigger loving bitch." Keith chortled, hoping that she would, in fact, do just that, and further humiliate herself by shitting.
White hot shafts of light drilled her ass and pussy, stretching the snug inner muscles, probing closer to her puckered holes. The rubber stretched her tiny anal hole but not wide enough to permit this awful weapon access to her inner intestines.
The soldiers lifted her and lowered her onto the forks with greater speed now, causing welts of discomfort to flail the tenderest portions of her pussy and asshole. Cathy's thighs and buttocks were covered with goose flesh. The sloping muscles and strong thighs were tense and the curls of hair sprouting from her lower cunt slopes were drenched in the oil of her orgasm, still wet from her last encounter.
The troopers ignored her whimpering, her shuddering. They laughed and pushed the weapons further, deeper into the dark dank recesses of her stomach.
Her back rippling, her head thrown back, Cathy Rockwell yelped, swore, and sobbed, as pain drilled and ripped her bowels and cervix. Cathy's pelvis jerked. Her fingers were clenched. The tendons stood out on her forearms. Her shoulders pulled back as the weights, forced through her ass and cunt folded her body inward against the horrible intrusions.
Cathy gagged, then gasped as the twin dildos choked off her breath and filled her stomach with its awesome force and strength. The heat of the intrusion coated the pain she was experiencing. The fire of this slickened weapon turned the clots of orgasm in her pussy into steaming snake nests, uncoiling and spreading, soothing and massaging like a lover, a friend, and Cathy, through the awful, unrelenting pain, sighed deeply and accepted these two new lovers.
The trident forks pumped in short, sticky, sawing movements, making sucking sounds as they violated her pussy and bowels. Each thrust battered her clitoris, tore into her anus, and her bowels churned and surged and spattered the dildo while her orgasm spurted.
This was another humiliation but no worse than what she had already been subjected to. What snaked through her crotch, the worm of lust, continued to attack her clitoris, tickle her cunt, ream her bowels, and exciting the bizarre passion which lurked in her tortured soul.
Cathy Rockwell locked her cheeks around this intrusion and when she tightened up, her cunt muscles clamped down on the other trident fork. As the weights drilled her guts, she was excited and her orgasms exploded and she came, sighing, gasping, deeply exhaling, relieved.
Edward Keith nervously chewed his lip as she screamed and writhed there nearly ten feet off the ground. The broiling sun pinkened her heaving white belly, her swaying titties, her meaty, tightly locked thighs and milk-white buttocks. She tensed once more, and rivers of cum surged down the trident. Then Cathy relaxed and he realized she had fainted, a smile on her twitching lips. He ordered her down then.
Cathy Rockwell sensed noise around her, felt the strong hands lift her off the trident. Then the hard, hot earth was flat against her back and she knew she had been placed on the ground.
Cathy was too exhausted to pay much attention to the activity around her. She was fully complete now. She had experienced it all, had survived the abuse and degradation and had reached more orgasms in these last hours than she had experienced in her entire life. This was an exotic nightmare but one that satisfied, and she wondered if this, indeed, had been a dream and that she would awaken, frustrated, angry, for allowing bizarre daydreams to become a three dimensional reality in her night dreams.
But she knew that this was no dream, no nightmare to awaken from. This was the reality and if she should awaken in an hour, or a day, what would be lurking there, waiting for her to regain consciousness?
As she passed out a desire to know what was on the other side of consciousness nudged her, made her try to remain awake. But fatigue won out and she fainted.
* * * * *
Cathy did not know how long she was unconscious. Minutes, hours, years. It made no difference. She was exhausted when she awoke, but eager, too, for whatever Keith had in store. For now she had crossed over into the twilight world of the depraved. She lived now for sex, regardless of the consequence. All that mattered was the now, the fuck.
"Is she awake?" Cathy recognized Keith's voice. When she did not respond, the ground crunched under Keith's thick heeled feet as he moved to where she lay. "I'll see if she's awake." With the toe of his boot, he nudged her over on her face, her plump buttocks automatically tensing as the flies settled on her sweat-sticky, dewlapped flesh, and in the dark tight crease between.
Cathy Rockwell gasped but she felt the familiar pulsations begin in her pussy. She visualized what was happening and about to happen. She saw, in her mind, Keith's raised boot, the heel, grimy, dirt encrusted, thick. She saw the foot coming down, ever so slowly, so purposefully.
When the heel settled on her ripe left buttock, she grunted and her spine rippled as his weight inexorably pressed down hard on her butt cheeks. As the weight increased, the flame in her pussy grew stronger. The flame soared as he pressed down with his full weight, sending shock waves through her butt-cheek. The pressure points invaded her cunt, daggered her snatch, tore at her sex-gland. Keith muttered something about her liking this kind of kinky thing. But Cathy was too weak to respond. All she could do was lay still, let them taunt her into submission.
Keith withdrew his heel and her buttocks wiggled, the heel's imprint emblazoned on her ripe buttock. Then, while she lay shaking, panting, feeling the orgasm mount in her pussy, Edward Keith began his new attack. He kicked her soft buttocks. The heel came down against her plump, heavy cheek, harder. The greater force jarred her spine, starting her juices flowing.
The smooth round heel spiked her ass, branded her cheek, and she begged silently for the kiss of the heel on the other buttock.
Again the heel came down and she whimpered and her hips jerked, a reflex action caused by the blow. Her insides were in turmoil now for she was thinking about other ways this devious, intelligent brute might coax the right response from her helpless, shuddering body.
Cathy could almost feel unseen sharp devices biting, chewing, tearing her titties, her clitoris, her anus. And even the smarting heel could only impart a mild sensation compared with, say, hundreds of volts of electricity surging through her writhing tormented flesh. And she screamed.
The scream came out before Cathy could stop it. As the cry soared through the dark jungle air heavy with the smell of verdant, decaying foliage, excretia from hundreds of animals, and the sexual stink of these sweating men, Cathy knew that the ultimate passion, the ultimate release would be found on the curled twisted wires of some inhuman torture machine.
Keith's heel pounded Cathy's big, round ass. The cheeks bounced and danced and slapped together and the circled red marks blended with the welts and scratches already marring her supple dew-lapped heavy buttocks. And her fear heightened for she knew, suddenly, that what she needed were the electrodes. But she was also afraid. And her fear heightened the need. Death, she thought, as she groaned and retched as he kicked harder at her ass, would provide the ultimate orgasm, the final fuck that would send her off into a peaceful oblivion.
For a reason she could not fathom, the fear of death was mild compared with the fear of what lay ahead of her at the hands of this lean, handsome English educated brute.
"Get your fat ass up," Keith ordered.
Cathy was too numb to discern what he wanted. But she complied, meekly, not looking at these animals that gathered closer, for a better look at this shameful spectacle. Cathy felt their body heat, almost as strong as the heat of the sun on her naked, voluptuous back, her swelling, thrusting-up breasts. Cathy, her eyes on the damp earth where she had lain, felt their rising cocks, their harsh breathing and their sweat and foul breath.
"What do you want me to do?" Cathy's words came through the cotton that coated her tongue.
"Beside confess, divulge the names of our enemy? Well, now," Cathy almost heard Keith's fingernails scratch at his chin stubble. "We would like you to..." Keith thought a moment, then said: "We want you to dance. Slowly. Quietly so the sun can burn your lovely white body, broil you alive while you dance and simmer in your own sweat. We will clap our hands slowly, so you will have the necessary rhythm."
On cue, the troopers slowly clapped their hands. Cathy, dazed, slowly suffocating in the heat, her pussy painfully acute to the building orgasm, did nut know what she was doing. The blonde painfully stood and stretched her aching muscles. Then she began to move, she lifted her feet, and danced lightly across the hard, rutted, hot cement.
Cathy's titties bounced painfully, and her ass ground the sore anal and cunt muscles. The discomfort added a certain amount of pleasure to what she was doing and she discovered, as she lightly danced like a ballerina closer to Edward Keith, that what she was doing was trying to seduce the white animal.
Cathy's sex glands surged and slewed and her pussy lips were slick with girly-juice, her thighs were taut and the fires in her belly and snatch gathered strength. In a few seconds, she would have to be fucked.
Her hair danced across her smooth shoulders and the feathery blonde hair strands shattered the unrelenting sun light, creating tiny golden threads of shadow that wiggled along her shoulders. Cathy lifted and lowered her legs in time with the hand clapping.
Cathy's lust was building. The blonde did a slow turn and she provocatively flexed and relaxed her butt muscles, taunting her tormentor with her meaty, perfectly shaped buttocks and her buttocks lifted and lowered quickly, as though taunting these men and their brutal leader.
But Edward Keith was not impressed. When her back was turned he swung his boot, which he had earlier removed, and the heel gouged her buttocks.
"Oooooohh..."
The exclamation shuddered in her dry throat.
Cathy moved closer to him, hoping to feel his warmth against her hungry cunt, his chest crushing her titties. Keith held her at bay with the boot, taunting this lovely tortured woman with curses, and the force of the boot. The blows snapped her ass, then when she turned to face him, to show her blushing passion bloated titties, he struck her tits and belly with the heel, increasing her longing and her need for cock.
"I have to have it," Cathy moaned, her knees buckling.
"Why, of course. Lie down, woman." Keith signaled to his companions who stopped clapping.
Moaning, shuddering with anticipation, Cathy dropped to the ground, spread her legs wide, cupped her Venus mound, spread back the lips, and worked her thumbs over her pink, puckered labia, massaging the red lined crease, forcing the creamy juices out.
Edward Keith knelt beside her leg, searching her eyes. Cathy stared back, not understanding. It was only when he did not unzip his fly that she realized what was going to happen. And she moaned, frustrated.
Edward Keith turned the boot, poised the heel against the flat of his hand, then brought his arm forward. The heel spiked her cunt, and entered. Cathy yelped, and flattened her ass and shoulders against the hard earth. She begged him to stop, fighting the horrible, delving pain, retching as the burning dagger gouged her cunt, bit at her clitoris, and forced her climax. But Edward Keith did not stop with that, though. Keith kept turning, twisting the object, rending her sensitive tissues with the dirty spiked heel.
The blonde climaxed in spite and possibly because of the agony. And as Cathy's pretty face contorted in a death's mask of passion, and her belly spasmed rapidly, her thighs tensing, her titties rolling in short arcs, Edward Keith unzipped his fly.
"Stroke me." The command, softly spoken, was nevertheless, emphatic.
With her last bit of strength, Cathy pumped his shaft. As her orgasm thundered to an excruciating pitch, she pumped his cock faster. Keith, grunting and sweating, ejaculated, and his hot seed shot across her belly and splattered her cleavage. Her tits, still rolling, were smeared with his jizz. A final grunt, a last drop of cum, and he was finished, and bored with this game.
Keith let go of the boot, the heel still deeply imbedded in her snatch. "Now are you ready to confess, or must I use more sophisticated means at getting to the truth?"
Cathy, her breasts heaving rapidly, was already programmed to give the verbal response that would get her another session of dizzying tempestuous pleasure. "I know nothing," she said in a weak voice.
"Get the bitch inside," Keith ordered, his voice harsh, dripping with disgust. But his cock was thrusting against his fly.
Cathy began to moan as rough hands seized her under the arms, hoisted her off the ground and with her heels slapping protestingly at the ground, they dragged her into the compound headquarters, down some stairs and into a basement which she judged was the interrogation center.
There was a table and two chairs in the center of the room and a long table, perhaps ten feet long, against one wall. To this table she was dragged and lifted and flung onto the hard wood, on her back.
"No," Keith bellowed, entering the room. "Keep her on her feet." He carried in a long bamboo pole with ropes attached to either end. In his other hand was a satchel-sized black box. He put both objects down, signaling for her to be brought to him. Once they faced, Keith kicked both her feet apart, and while the soldiers held her up, Edward Keith tied the ropes around both ankles. From inside the box he produced two twenty pound weights, enough weight to hold the pole steady. Once the weights were positioned at both ends of the pole, and he was certain her legs would remain apart, he took out two cables from inside the box. Cathy's eyes widened when she saw, attached to the tips of the cables, two clamps.
They were ugly, deadly, Cathy thought, as he uncoiled the two cables and unsnapped the clamps. Without hesitation, Edward Keith fastened the clamps on her stiff nippled titties. The clamps snapped tightly, and tore at her flesh like hungry teeth. The pressure of the cold metal on her abused nipples made her scream and nearly faint.
Cathy began to sag, but her feet remained in place, her legs spread wide. Her nipples were on fire. The flaming pain coursed through the sensitive spongy tips, igniting more misery through her tightly stretched titties.
Cathy sobbed, dizzy, her breath jammed in her lungs. She retched and shivered and thought she might die. For she knew that the cables were only a part of some devious electrical devise and that when the current was turned on, and tearing into her breasts, that she would be incinerated. The pain, she knew would kill her.
While she writhed and sobbed, and her big titties hung down, stretched tight by the cable weight, Edward Keith dismissed his men. He ordered her to remain upright, telling her if she did not, he would gouge her eyes out, and then clamp the cables to the bloody dripping sockets. Cathy fought to stay on her feet, and even though she swayed and her knees buckled, she was able to maintain her balance. While he fiddled with a set of controls inside the box, her heart thumped wildly as she envisioned the result of this latest and most bizarre situation.
Keith, his hand lost inside that box, turned to her and asked her once more for the names of her confederates in the black underground. And once more she denied having any alliances with the underground movement. Keith, on hearing what he believed to be a lie, smirked and his teeth glistened when he told her he was glad she was keeping up this charade, this too obvious display of innocence.
As he spoke his voice was choked, and remained lodged high in his throat as though the words he was speaking were an odious compendium of waste that had to be disgorged.
As he spoke Edward Keith twisted a knob, then flicked a switch. There was a sudden, strong hum, then the cables leaped as the current surged. For an instant, Cathy Rockwell felt nothing. And then, as though a mountain had fallen on her, the, frightened girl felt the first bursts of electricity.
Screaming, Cathy Rockwell threw herself backward, nearly snapping her spine. The electrical shocks thrust powerfully through her titties and the force of the assault was like being slapped with pliable coils of steel. The shocks slammed through her titties and her nipples turned bright red and thrust upward, reaching to get closer to the surging current.
The impulses lapsed through her breasts and made the gooseflesh explode through her cleavage as the overwhelming surge of electricity raced between her titties, through her belly, which kicked inward, and then down into her pussy. The assault was so intense her thick pubic bush rustled and the hairs uncurled and the labia suddenly glistened with lust dew.
Cathy Rockwell's clitoris trembled as the heat of the blast rent her pussy. The gland tingled and the cum quickly built, and then her clit strained and she thought she would faint from the force of her impending orgasm. Cathy groaned, her jaw dropped, spittle appeared at the corners of her mouth, her eyelids fluttered and a pulse leaped at her temple. Her body swayed and shuddered, and then her thighs tightened and her orgasm spurted. The intensity of the eruption left her dazed and her clitoris continued discharging. Each eruption was more devastating, more satisfying than the last and she became nauseated by the force of the ejaculations. For the orgasms tore from her clitoris with such force that she could not contain the rest of her orgasm. Her bowels surged. She wet herself, all to the delight of the English brute, Edward Keith.
The vile bastard watched, with pleasure, as she quaked and the foulness of her other glands spilled from her clenched crevices He saw she was about to faint and he wanted to take more pleasure from her body, at her expense. There would be no satisfaction for this nigger lover. He would see to that.
He hurriedly stripped and, once naked, he took from the box what appeared to be a body stocking but which was, in reality, a tight-fitting rubber pair of pants which fitted snugly to his lean frame. The crotch on it was exposed, allowing easy escape for his erection which grew stronger when his prick came in contact with the taut, moist black rubber outfit.
Cock swollen, he went to her quivering body. Through heavy-lidded, glazed eyes, Cathy Rockwell saw him approach, and sighed as that huge prick rubbed and the pre-cum spurted over the spongy red dome. The man, as evil as he was, had a huge piece of equipment there and she could almost feel the awesome prick reaming out her pussy.
With that image burning through her mind, Cathy Rockwell nearly fainted with fear at the size of the meat and how he might use it, and with eager expectation as she tried to imagine which of her holes he would jam the prick into.
Edward Keith got behind her spasming back and she knew, when she felt the damp cockhead pushing against her clenched bottom what he was going to do. Cathy cried, begging him not to fuck her again in the ass, for she was in such misery, her bowels ached so from the last reaming, and her clitoris and cunt demanded the feel of that huge prick.
But Edward Keith, the true sadist, was not about to give in to her pleas. Standing behind her pumping asscheeks, the Englishman bent his knees slightly and pushed and her hips continued rocking against the steadily pumping force that ripped through her titties and into her cunt.
Keith pushed harder and the girl felt that huge weight spreading wide her buttocks. Even as she tried to keep them shut, to avoid the rape that would surely split her bowels, his prick broke the tight muscular ring like a fist, forcing her cheeks wide.
Cathy sobbed now and writhed against his driving weight, but succeeded only in working his cock even deeper into her steaming bowels. First the shaft drove through the snug inner muscles near her curled anus, then the cockhead was buried in the tunnel of her bowels. Cathy squealed, throwing herself from side to side, struggling with the pole to which she was firmly anchored to. The thongs tore her ankles and they cracked against the bones of the appendage.
Her gyrations only excited Keith's brute instincts and he pushed harder splitting wide her anus, entering her intestines. Cathy felt the drilling of his prick in her belly and then her chest seemed to be full of that powerfully pistoning cock, and she choked and gasped, trying to draw air into her lungs.
Edward Keith grabbed her titties and squeezed and pinched the full, heavy sacks of meat. While he assailed her titties with his strong fingers, he plunged his prick deeper into her bowels, striking her moist insides with more and more powerful force until the girl groaned and swayed and continued jerking her pelvis in rhythm with his pounding attack.
Cathy Rockwell had never felt such overpowering force. The constant superhuman attack on her bowels and titties nearly ripped her apart. The girl did not think she could take so much meat up her ass and as she felt the prick steadily climb, higher and higher, in her intestines, she felt the brutal thrust in her pussy. Her clitoris vibrated like a tuning fork. The weight in her pussy was so heavy it was almost like having another cock in her cunt.
Her clitoris filled once more; the weight in the gland nearly as heavy as the weight which drilled and tore at her bowels. Keith continued squeezing her titties which were alive with electrical impulses. Cathy felt the pulsations along every nerve her titties, then down through her stomach and into her pussy.
Cathy began to climax and her cunt tightened up and her clitoris spasmed over and over until she thought she had nothing left. And even then her orgasm exploded, and each discharge seemed to leave her weaker, but not so weak that she could not ejaculate.
Then, grunting, wheezing like a boar in heat, Edward Keith jammed his cock into her anus one last time before his orgasm went off. Cathy squealed as the hot jizz scalded the already sore, tortured inner muscles of her ass. The explosion that went off in her ass was so forceful she buckled over, her titties hanging lower, her ass drawn up against his balls. The hot heavy rocks were plastered against the lower swell of her ass and the few hairs which curled down there mingled with the Brillo-stiffness of his pubic bush.
Faster he railed her ass, forcing the pasty, sizzling discharge in deeper.
Cathy Rockwell screamed as the painful, awful attack muddied her bowels, forcing the deposits still lodged in her anal organs ever deeper into her lower belly. Never had she been so dehumanized, so debased, so terribly treated. And yet if she had, had this kind of treatment when she was younger, she might never have bedded with so many different lovers, of both sexes.
If only Jody Criss had been this brutal with a dildo, Cathy and she might still be lovers. Then the crest of his orgasm was reached and she found her glands erupting once more, matching the ferocity his ejaculations. The agony of the rape was replaced by the excruciating delight of her discharges.
Faster and faster they writhed in the perverse, awkward position. As they emptied their glands, each using the other's sexual organs for selfish pleasure, they panted, spilled sweat, sighed and grunted, struggling in the uncommon position.
Keith pumped the last of his cum into her bleeding insides and as he went soft he squeezed and tore the skin of her titties. And that aroused her passion once more and she clutched her thighs together, trapping her fat pink clitoris. Rubbing briskly, she massaged her clit and, at the same time, trapped Edward's cock in her ass. The snugness of the entrapment seemed to act like an aphrodisiac for his cock began anew to fill with his blood and semen, and his balls suddenly ached and pulsed and he began sawing her bowels once more with his thickening cock.
Cathy cried out, delighted, as the muscle thickened and lengthened within her tortured body. The pain cut deeply but so did the urge to be raped. The girl swayed her pelvis to grind her bowels against his throbbing, driving prick. And the brute answered her rhythm with a plunging, hard-driving assault even more powerful than the one before.
The lovely, debased girl rolled her hips, sweat gushing as thickly as the cum from her pussy. Like a mindless animal, Cathy grunted, rasped hoarse obscenities, the words spilling from her mouth, over her cracked pale lips as filthy as the discharges pumping into her bowels, gushing and spattering over the reddened ass muscles.
And current continued surging through her titties. Her nipples now were taut with the steady blast of power. They filled to thumb-like proportions. And turned alternately bright red, then golden as the blood surged and the tiny vessels, overloaded with the pounding substance, exploded.
Cathy continued thrashing about in this obscene embrace, bucking her buttocks against his balls, making her hind cheeks rub briskly over his testicles.
Edward plunged faster, punching her anus and the intestines beyond, making the vibrations of his fervid stroking felt in her pussy, and this constant jarring assault, rekindled her desires and once again her clitoris became swollen, making her titties fill with more blood, making her anus tingle and every inch of her pussy throb.
Her clitoris, so taut with lust, twitched, then emptied and the cum splattered her thighs and slickened the white pubic patch against the red puckered scar of her cunt. This time she felt empty and about that same time Keith orgasmed, sawing in rapid strokes until all of his seed was imbedded in her ass and then once more he went soft.
As he pulled out of her ass he clenched her titties one last time, leaving deep pocks where his nails had touched. His cock slapped wetly against the lower swell of her ass, and Cathy's intestines recoiled noisily from this degrading rape, the cruelest form of fucking a man can perpetrate on a helpless woman.
Cathy remained standing, though, weary but awake, as Edward Keith returned to the box and switched off the power. The sudden withdrawal of the force made her weak and she suddenly realized that during the last few moments, every muscle in her body had remained rigid. Now, with the power withdrawn and her passion spent, Cathy Rockwell collapsed.
As she lay, spread-eagled in that awkward position forced by the bamboo pole, with her ass sticking up toward the ceiling, she braced her palms on the floor. With both holes stretched tight by the uncomfortable position, she felt her clitoris crush against the tight vaginal muscles and her anus tightly knot with the strained and swollen flesh.
Keith came around, then, stripped of the rubber suit. His muscular legs were sweat slickened and the man's copious amount of body hair was plastered to his thighs and buttocks.
Untying her ankles, he said: "I feel the need now for more of you. Get on your knees."
Exhausted, she did not flinch. Like a good whore with an ember of lust in her snatch that refused to burn out, Cathy Rockwell got down on her knees before his burgeoning cock.
Her back was straight and rippled as the discomfort in her anus was intensified in this strained position. Cathy cupped his balls, feeling the jizz surge through the bull-like genitals. The prick, caked with jizz, strained in her hand. The veins were thick. The head glistened wetly, and tiny dots of pre-cum covered the slit.
Cathy Rockwell kissed the head, tasting the slimy sour crusts covering the spongy dome. Sudden hunger made her open wide, cradling the big cock in her mouth. And as the head collided with the back of her throat, Cathy Rockwell retched and the saliva gushed from the insides of her cheeks, to cover the crusty shaft.
His balls struck her chin. She tried to contain her pulsing lust as she teethed the shaft's veins. But as she lightly chewed and tongue patted the wiggling veins, and tasted his pre-cum, which oozed down her throat, her juices flowed to the bursting point and the heat rose in her pussy.
Edward Keith's large stick swelled her jaws and jammed her throat and, with a sudden and unexpected flinch, Keith showered hot cream into her mouth and down the girl's windpipe. Cathy gurgled, swallowing quickly, not missing a beat as she tongued and suckled his swollen meat. Cathy gurgled again, swallowed quickly, choking, but taking all of his scalding cum in her throat. Cathy's cheeks expanded and contracted while her tongue laved and her teeth chewed.
Squatting there, a submissive slave to his brutal desires, she reached under her ass and, finding her cunt, Cathy parted her labia and stroked and patted her dripping snatch.
His jizz pounded with greater force and Cathy worked up to his rhythm. Even though her cunt ached from the brutal fucking he had inflicted on her pinioned body, her clitoris bristled, demanding release. As Cathy finger-stroked her cunt, her plump ass jiggled. The meaty slapping of her ripe hind cheeks was lost in her fervid breathing.
Cathy Rockwell pinched her clitoris, pinching off her orgasm. The cum spurted between her fingers just as his climax blew down her throat, scalding her tonsils, filling her mouth, squirting between her teeth, drenching her chin. Keith, his climax drained, pushed her aside and she fell on the cold damp floor, her buttocks slapping the cool surface.
Edward Keith returned to his box, drew out a rubber dildo, returning with it to where she sat, eyes wide as she tried to understand what he had planned next. His cock was telescoping, and she watched with amazement as the monstrous block of muscle grew to nearly impossible length and width.
"Get on your back." As she quickly complied, Keith dropped the rubber cock on the floor beside girl. Cathy quivered as he lowered himself onto her belly. As he pressed his weight against her belly, the man's big prick was flattened against her stomach and it felt like a block of white hot iron.
Almost lovingly, he took her breasts, fondled them and she lay back, sighing, passive, while he fondled her supple globes. Cathy began to shake and the girl's musky pussy aroma drifted between them. Cathy reached down to pump that massive shaft, to feel the brutal virile strength of that awesome male weapon.
Oh, but she wanted to swallow that huge cock once more. She wanted to chew the prick, suck it, ingest that wonderful ham of muscle, to carry its burning weight in her belly for all time.
Keith's hand fondled her hump of sex, fingers entwined in her luxuriant pussy hair. Cathy squealed, thinking that for once he would treat her as a lover and not an object of hate. And this thought gave her hope, making her want to perform all sorts of strange sexual rites on his magnificent body.
Keith nudged her clitoris with his index finger and when she cried out, he rapidly massaged the tiny thrusting gland. Her pussy slickened, the juices boiling over her lips and matting the thicket of white-blonde hair to her mound. Her thighs, now dotted with the marvelous lubricant, tensed, and she wanted to draw that wonderful finger deep inside her pussy.
Cathy wanted to clench that wonderful prick between her labia, drag the magnificent weight deep into her pussy. But, for the time being at least, Edward Keith had other ideas. He wanted to further debase her flesh and he told her in explicate language exactly what he wanted her to do next.
Cathy shuddered, first with revulsion at so bestial an act, then with anticipation as she quickly realized that what he was asking was pretty much what she had fantasized doing only moments before.
"Yes," the girl whimpered submissively, as he climbed off and waited while she stretched full length on her back.
Keith, shivering, goose fleshed, turned his back toward her face and slowly squatted as though lowering himself onto a toilet seat. As the man's ass cheeks quickly reached her face, Cathy's tongue, like a snake, thrust itself toward the curled brown hole. The bitter aroma of his innards and the sweat which dripped onto her face from his buttocks did not deter her hungry ministrations. Through the forest of his cockhairs, she saw that massive, familiar erection, and the ooze of pre cum which dripped onto her cleavage.
Cathy whimpered as the sweat-slimy buttocks rested on her face, the spread crease juxtaposed with her open, ravenous mouth. She drank his bitter sweat, ingested his sour odors, flicking the inner crease with her tongue, retching on the foulness that she found there. And even as she plunged her tongue deep into that narrow crease, her clitoris flinched and swelled. As she beat his anus with the tip of her tongue, her gland surged and pulsed and then throbbed violently.
Heightening her arousal, adding passion to her swollen clitoris was the weight and the feel of his prick, sliding along the well of cleavage separating her clenched titties. She knew that he would soon discharge the hot, heavy load of cum from his bloated balls.
As Cathy reamed out his anus with her tongue, Edward Keith rocked forward and back, driving his prick between her passion swollen titties, sending off rapid impulses through both tits, making her nipples swell and reach for the cock that was arousing them.
Cathy tongue-punched his anus, laved his inner intestinal walls, felt the hairs tangling between her teeth. Her breath spilled into his anus, further arousing his cock. And he pumped his cock with harder strokes, making her big tits slap together, entrapping his large penis between the sweltering fat mountains of her soft, creamy breasts.
Faster he pummeled her cleavage and the pre cum that seeped from his cock became a river that seeped out over her cleavage and spilled over the girl's full, stiff peaked globes.
Cathy beat his anus feverishly, keeping up with the rapid stroking of his prick between her titties. She tasted his most private of holes, traced the inner curve of the man's orifice, and she loved the sour taste and the foul aroma of the deeply packed flesh. But what aroused her passion even more was this strange coupling, this debasing position, the feel of that brutal prick tearing away at her cleavage, making her sore titties slap together, and the musky bitterness that enveloped her mouth.
Cathy should be repulsed: the idea of doing such a degrading thing would have sickened her had it occurred to her back home. But this was a hundred years later. She was not the same sex-innocent girl she was back then: she was jaded and sex-wiser.
Cathy continued sucking faster as he bellowed at her to speed up the pace. And as she picked up the rhythm of her laving, he rubbed his cock faster, then grabbed hold of her breasts and crushed them against his pumping cock.
Cathy screamed with ecstasy as the girl's aching titties were roughly handled, and flattened against this male fount of power. Cathy Rockwell filled his anus with her tongue, sucking on his sphincter, and he groaned with satisfaction. She felt his ass-muscle recoil and then his jizz drenched her cleavage, flowing over her belly in yellow gouts, filling her navel, exploding into the blonde tangle of her pubic hair.
As suddenly as he achieved the erection, it shrank and he pulled away, leaving her red face smeared with his ass-sweat, and her temples pumping with blood. Cathy, overwrought with emotion and lust, sobbed uncontrollably, her legs drawn up to her belly, assuming the fetal position of security. What was she to do? This brute had aroused her passion and even though she had climaxed her cunt still ached.
And this mammoth cruel man just stood over her, smirking, holding that rubber cock while his own prick lay like a blackjack or a truncheon against his thigh.
What else was there to do? He could think off-hand of nothing else that hadn't already been done to her. He was tired but there was still the perverse flickerings within him. There was still one final thing he might do, and he might just as well do it. He squatted once more at her back and clutching the dildo, he rammed the thick rubber piece between her labia, making her wince and wiggle her big ass and shudder, making her back ripple. Her tits immediately filled and the flesh sacks jumped from the force of the harsh rapid thrust. Cathy Rockwell retched from the force of the cruel attack, but her labia were jerked back and her cuntal sheath quickly adjusted to the savage weight that Edward Keith rammed deeper. Her pussy was already well oiled from the previous attacks, and her cunt expanded rapidly as the harsh weight jammed and bruised against her clitoris. And as the hot spasms coursed through her pussy, the fires deep within her clitoris were ignited and she railed the floor with her hips as he plunged the rubber dildo in and out rapidly, causing more cunt-juices to flow.
Edward Keith buried the dildo into the back of her cunt and as he released his hold on the thing, he ordered her to shoot the dildo across the room with her cunt muscles. Cathy's cunt muscles held the dildo tightly and the steady gyrations of her pelvis made the dildo go in and out, rhythmically moving from the force, of her cunt muscles.
Cathy Rockwell clutched her titties, massaging the nipples, crushing the stiff tips under her thumbs while she worked to build up the force necessary to comply with Keith's orders. Her belly heaved in and out in time with the dildo. It went in and out like a vulgar obscene gesture of the flesh. Her poor womanly flesh was being debased by the cruelty of this man, who misused every female part of her body, and mocked the normal uses in which her sex functioned.
Cathy Rockwell clenched her cunt suddenly, wailing aloud, as knife sharp sensations more powerful than child birth, stabbed at her cunt. The overwhelming passion in her snatch tore through the gland and her cunt nerves reverberated with the power of the eruption.
Cathy's pussy clenched, the gland shivered and the orgasm exploded. The girl let out a shriek and opened her legs and the evil weapon of lust shot powerfully from her pussy. Keith laughed as the foul device splattered against the opposite wall, but even this failed to satisfy him; it only enflamed his lust. But as she lay dazed, gasping, twitching, he could not get an erection. The rekindled urge to fuck and debase her was only in his mind. It would take more than simply seeing this bitch degraded, and remembering what he had already done to her, to get it up for him. What Keith needed now were images other than visual. He needed the strength of language.
Stretching out on the floor beside her still-shivering buttocks, he told her in explicit language exactly what he wanted of her. "First, you must talk to me, say the words I need to hear. And if you can do this well, I will reward you." Keith took her in his arms, tenderly nibbling at one of her thrusting, dark red nipples. She was too surprised to react. "Arouse me, you black-loving bitch, and your dreams may haunt you but your days will be filled only with pleasure." The male beast encircled her hips with his hands and drew her closer to his belly and they lay on their sides, facing each other.
Cathy rolled against his slim body, crushing her big tits against his teeth. "Oh... oh..."
Edward Keith nibbled her lobe while he patted and squeezed her swollen titties. "Words! I want to hear words!"
Cathy Rockwell's belly was smooth and warm; the big navel exuded the perfume of her snatch. Her pussy gushed out her love oil, and her breasts were filled and pulsing.
Edward Keith again ordered her to speak, to create strong visual imagery. And since Cathy Rockwell was well versed in the art of language, she began:
"Darling, oh, my darling, the one position we've never really explored is butt fucking." Cathy was panting now. His cock flinched but remained soft. "If fucking my ass is distasteful, why don't we fuck dog style?"
Cathy turned around, getting on her hands and knees. He got hold of her dangling titties, lightly twisting the nipples between his thumbs and fore-finger. "That's right, my darling," Cathy said over her shoulder. "I like it when you pinch them... oh... and your cock squeezing up against my ass crease feels real great, too. Now just get some of that sweet pre-cum on your cock and then stick it all the way up my ass... all the way into the hole. And then, my love, we'll have ourselves one helluva party."
While Cathy babbled, breathlessly anticipating the sting of his cock in her pussy and ass, he pulled her close and pressed his slowly hardening cock in her ass crease. Cathy Rockwell quivered, tensed, shaking her big ass, slapping those dewlapped cheeks against his cock, generating heat that helped thicken his prick.
"Oh, lover, I wish you'd fuck my ass." Cathy's voice was throaty, laced with sincere passion.
His cock, though, was not thick enough to perform such a violent and vile act. Cathy felt the semi hard prick, and the sob that escaped her throat-was one of sudden frustration. The frustration was caused by the lack of arousal his gentle, exhausted fondling failed to generate.
"Oh, honey," she cried, "I'm not getting anything out of this." Cathy pushed harder against his cock, trying to impale his cock in her ass.
But the prick remained semi hard and she knew this wasn't going to get it done like they both wanted it done.
Cathy didn't know what to do beyond letting him fuck her later, when he was able to. "Please, lover, don't retreat," she pleaded in a soft, almost virginal voice. "Try to fuck me. Please, baby, try to fuck me."
"Is that the way you talked to your other lovers?" Keith rasped harshly in her ear. And she knew that this approach was the way to get him hard.
"Yes, I was wicked. I was the seducer. I whispered to them and they responded as only men respond who relish stealing the cherry from the virgin's cunt."
"Well, you white tramp, I'm not so stupid. I won't be taken in by your charade. No, not me, you plump piece of shit!" Shouting his rage, Edward Keith tailgated her ass while he crowded closer to her supple, sweating back, and he squeezed her ripe breasts. Keith was nearly hard and hot now, and probing through the whitish clump of hairs gathered and curled along the underslope of her ass.
Her soft hot ass folds brushed his big shaft and he panted and probed, quickly finding her cunt, lifting into the dewy smoldering hole. Cathy Rockwell felt the cock quickly thicken. The head stabbed into her bruised and pounding cunt crease. Cathy slammed backward as he thrust upwards; he struck her clitoris and the impact sent up bright orange and green lights, like always.
With each jarring thrust the lights exploded and left her without breath. Panting, her titties heaving, Cathy jerked against his cock, immersing his stiff prick in the folds of her wet cunt. Edward Keith drilled her yielding hole. Cathy Rockwell matched his awkward attack. They fucked in short ragged movements, grunting, gasping, slamming into each other, their flesh making soft wet sounds as they came together.
Cathy Rockwell worked her big ass around, in a sweeping arc, feeling his soft curled hair on her upper ass slopes. Keith's arms were bands, drawn lightly around her waist and his fingers were the teeth of steel traps, crushing and gouging her breasts.
And still neither seemed to be satisfied.
As Edward Keith flailed her cunt, and she worked against him in a counter rhythm, she imagined one other last coupling, in the village, with a black boy of fourteen. The vile-smelling child who was a man, fucked her pussy without regard to her feelings, her needs, her emotions.
As Cathy Rockwell imagined all this, her heat rose and her body beat him with a greater urgency which he took for her mounting passion. Keith fucked her quickly, hitting his orgasm before she was ready.
"No," Cathy whined as he discharged.
Cathy tried to keep up with him but Keith was too fast. He emptied himself and went soft, leaving her up there on the crest of orgasm. Cathy waited until he had withdrawn and was holding her against his chest. While he angrily chewed her lip, drawing blood, she shoved one of his fingers into her snatch. Keith pressed her clitoris and Cathy gasped sharply, grinding her hips. Keith fingered her gland and she burst out her orgasm.
"Ah, that's better," Cathy sighed, as the brute licked at the blood from her mouth.
But was it, really?
Not really. Not for either of them.
Keith stood, absentmindedly rubbed sweat off his lower belly, his fingers slowly pumping his soft but sturdy shaft. Cathy watched him handle his prick and saliva spilled over her bloody lips, matching the pumping lust-juice coming from her pussy. He saw her looking, and posed. "Like what you see, bitch?"
"All that I see, my master." Cathy got to her knees as he approached. His hard cock lifted and lowered, keeping time with the flinch of his hips. Cathy reached or him and when he was beside her on the cold, damp floor, Cathy kissed his belly, her tongue leaving a wet trail past his navel, to his prick. Keith tensed and pushed her on her back and, for the moment, they switched roles, as they assumed the sixty-nine position. Keith even let Cathy set the tempo.
Cathy wanted it slow, at least at first. She returned to his belly button and he touched her deep navel. Their tongues entered the holes. Cathy winced and sighed while he probed the smooth round opening. There was a tiny hair growing inside the navel and he clasped the hair between his teeth and tugged, and she giggled and raked his flat, muscled belly with her teeth.
Cathy Rockwell spread her legs wider, wrapped them around his head, and he took her like that. They nuzzled warm flesh, tasted salty muscle and then the curled pubic thicket.
Keith was first to settle on the sex zone. He split her crease, thrust his tongue into the warm and wet meat pie and suckled the juicy tenderness just inside her bitter-sweet cunt. Cathy took a deep breath, to quiet the upheaval in her snatch. She didn't want this party to ever end. By prolonging her orgasm, and his, too, it would extend the rapture that they were creating for each other.
Cathy teethed his cock hair and blew warm breath over the underside of his shaft. As he shuddered, she hesitated before taking his cock. Cathy continued nibbling his shaft and balls, then bypassing the burgeoning stick she opened her mouth wide and took the sac in her mouth. Cathy worked the sac with her tongue, laving the burning testicles, gently chewing the goose fleshed sac sending him into fits.
Keith's prick slipped her jaw and she felt the pre cum on her cheek His tongue was already deep in her snatch and was teasing her clitoris with his tongue tip. Cathy couldn't prolong this much longer. She let go of his sac, seized the shaft and licked the veins, to the spongy tip. Working in time with his now frantic laving, Cathy encircled the cockhead and then, lightly chewing the shaft, worked down the length of the organ until the cock head was at the back of her throat.
They were gasping, writhing, locked together, their ankles wrapped around their heads. They lapped hungrily, forcefully, concentrating on the other's sex gland, trying to restrain the climax until the other was ready.
Cathy climaxed first, showering his mouth and chin. He then bombarded her mouth, flooding the back of her throat with scalding clots of jizz. They choked, gasped, their Adam's apples working feverishly to accept the other's orgasm.
Just as Cathy crested, he finished and started to shrink. Cathy kept at him, all the while her orgasm spurting. But he quickly softened and she was left with a fat, blood engorged clitoris.
As Keith nibbled her lips, his tongue licking off his cum that spotted her lower lip and flowed with the blood still trickling from the wound left on her lip by his teeth, Cathy begged him for his belt buckle. Still playing the role of the subservient, Cathy was in a safe role if he allowed his emotions to go no further than this small request, he complied.
He stood back, amused, as she shoved the nubbed edge of the silver plate in her snatch, against her clitoris. While he watched, his smile turning his handsome face ugly, she strummed her cunt, her titties rising and falling. The girl's nipples were hard, like small rocks, and they thrust as her belly shuddered, her thighs taut and her cunt gushing lust oil, and then her orgasm cream.
Faster and faster Cathy worked the buckle, bruising, ripping her cuntal flesh, scarring the sensitive tissues with the rough edged silver plate, until, finally, with a massive sigh, Cathy let go of the object and let the force of her orgasm shoot the buckle across the room, where it landed at his feet.
"You wanted me to deliver to you a love object, master, and there it is," Cathy spread back her labia, exposing a river of cum pooling beyond the inner labia. "You see, my darling master, my need is great." Cathy sat up, blushing, sweating, hot-eyed, her skin flushed and her body still shaking. "I have to be fucked often, beloved one. I have to be fucked brutally. And you know it, for you were the one that aroused in me these base urges."
Keith watched her face, probed the expression and saw the raw passion of the primitive animal. When she saw his interest, she smiled, laying back, legs spread, waiting.
"Not on the floor, on your back, my precious piece." And he motioned for her to stand.
As she got to her feet, the lust churning hot in her pussy, Cathy Rockwell thought she saw someone watching from beyond the deepest shadows of this long narrow dimly lighted room.
Chapter Three
Once more, Edward Keith, in a bored monotone, asked her the same routine questions and once again she told him nothing. Her lack of cooperation was greeted by a muffled laugh of excitement, coming from the shadows. Before Cathy Rockwell could ask about the unseen spectator Edward Keith pushed her to the other end of the room, where deeper shadows lurked. As they passed a wall box, he flipped a switch and overhead lights on that end of the room went on.
There, near the wall, were two poles which formed an "X" and were braced with a third upright pole. She sagged on the lopsided cross. Her head was down, forced down by sudden fatigue. Her titties drooped and the dirt that caked her flesh turned her skin a dirty gray. Cathy was less than appealing to look at in her current state, but Edward Keith did not mind.
"I shall never forget you, bitch." Taking her chin in his hand, he raised her head. "I will always miss your obedient fucking. You always seem to enjoy whatever I do to you. Isn't that correct?"
Keith gave Cathy a few seconds to answer. He raised his hand, to strike her face, to bring her out of her apparent faint, when she replied, in a thin, weary voice:
"As I have said, you understand me. Perfectly." Already the lust oil flowed. The exotic perfume of her cunt rose. Her thighs became streaked as the lust-juice spilled down the clenched fleshy columns.
Keith, once more the degrader, withdrew from the pocket of his trousers, a riding crop with a telescoping base. He drew the weapon to full length, then circled her spread eagled body, prodding her buttocks, watching as the tremors coiled through her ripe ass, enjoying the low distant moan of this tortured piece of ass.
Keith, to greater antagonize her tortured longings, lightly rubbed dirt clots from her asscheeks and she moaned louder at his touch. Keith laughed, nodding approval, excited by the sight of this voluptuous naked woman. Then he flattened his hand and brought it down hard on the girl's ass cheek. Cathy yelled with pain and shock. The fleshy cheek danced and Keith snorted his pleasure.
Again he slapped her ass and watched while the girl's butt cheeks danced and became red-surfaced. Then he flicked the knotted tip of the riding crop over her ass and as the thin leather coil did its dance over her supple ass muscles, and she began to whimper and twist her hips, Edward Keith began to get hard.
Keith increased the pressure of the stroking. As she squealed and jerked at the restraints, he lashed out, tearing a thin jagged line from the upper slope of her left cheek to the upper slope of her right cheek.
Cathy was bawling now, begging for the fuck as her body jerked with each assault. Deep in her pussy the embers glowed, then flared, then popped and surged and melded into a single flame which, in turn, erupted into an inferno, and Cathy Rockwell railed against her bonds and her whole body was a solid wall of trembling flesh, and her tits swung back and forth and the spasms coursed along her belly and into her cunt where her clitoris, throbbing and bloated now, spasmed and then her pussy spattered her climax over her rippling trembling thighs.
The torrent of lust, so easily begun, was hard to stop. Even after Keith stopped the assault her climax exploded, drenching her legs to the calves. Edward Keith stood back and after he had seen enough of this writhing sexual object, he leaped onto the "X" and, suspended over the wet cement floor, his hands clawed her fevered muscles.
He rammed his cock into her pussy and fucked her quickly, giving her none of the pleasure he was experiencing. Keith quickly orgasmed, jumped off and turned away, leaving her hanging there three feet off the ground, her loins spewing orgasm and spattering the dirty floor with opaque clots.
Cathy Rockwell was ejaculating like a punctured water sack. The chill of the room swept her shoulders and back and the stale rotten stink of dead rodent carcasses excited her passion. Her clitoris quivered, and her cunt dripped lust oil. Her thighs clenched. Her belly spasmed. The sound of her orgasm was muted, popping. Cathy drank in deep droughts of fetid air, choking on the smells of decay and dampness. Her titties rolled and geysers of sweat streaked her goose-fleshed skin.
Cathy had to touch her clitoris, had to squeeze off her climax. Her hands were tied, though. Cathy tore at the thongs and they creaked, but held. Cathy sobbed, frustrated.
"Something wrong?" Keith stood a few feet away, watching and enjoying.
"I hurt so," Cathy shrieked. "I need..."
"Cock? Yes, I know you, my dear." Edward approached. "And I have to know you better. I must know exactly what it is you want, besides cock, of course."
Cathy stared at him, dazed, trembling wondering. He circled the "X", reached for her stiff tipped tits, her trembling belly. Cathy was excited, frightened, too. Keith, as he made his tour of her tightly thonged body, kept fingering a bulge in his pocket. Hatred flamed across his face, turning his haggard face evil. The smell of his passion overcame the stink of his sweat.
"Tell me my slave, if I shit on your face, would you like it? Speak now!"
Cathy didn't have time to think. She whimpered, straining at her bonds. Yes, she had once dreamt of such a degrading and vile act. "Oh no," she whimpered, "I could not stand such a gruesome, repulsive thing."
"Maybe, then, I will not do it. Not right away, at least. Perhaps, if you are a good girl, I will not do it at all."
Keith cut her free and she fell into his arms and he let her fall, then he dragged her across the floor on her back, toward the shadows at the opposite end of the room. The dirt on the floor became packed between her ass cheeks and clung to her labia. The rough floor blistered her back. It was like being dragged over broken glass.
Cathy writhed, the fear rising in her throat like bile. She wanted to scream, to beg for the fuck, and for rest. And she knew that her entreaties would do her no good. Cathy also felt sure that this beast would not let her leave this basement alive. But before she died, he might fuck her until the sight of cock made her sick.
Then the final orgasm, and death, would not be so terrifying.
Edward Keith dropped her in the shadows and, from his pocket, took out the object that had bulged his trousers. It looked like a dildo with a harness attached to it. On the other end was a cap.
Keith pulled the dildo until it was telescoped to its full cruel length: fifteen inches. He stepped into the harness, after removing his trousers, and cinched the leather thongs around his hips. Then he removed the cap. Cathy sucked in her breath. Attached to the business end of the dildo was a semi circular, fan shaped spur. The ugly points were of steel and were evenly spaced a fraction of a centimeter apart. The faint light from the center of the room sparkled off the ugly steel prongs.
Without a word, Keith reared back and took aim at her pussy. On his knees the awkward weapon bobbed and sliced the air like a machete. From behind Cathy came the sound of rapid breathing bursting through the shadows like a desert wind. Cathy remained on her back, her legs spread wide, trembling, whining, frightened at this horrible weapon of cruelty.
Edward Keith leaned forward, to stretch out on her belly. His weight crushing her to the floor, she felt the evil tip scratch her thighs as he tried to fit the huge object into her pussy. The spur tip cut through the girl's mossy tangle of cunt hair.
Cathy wailed and lifted her buttocks to get closer to this awful, ripping horror. The tip gouged her labia. Cathy spread wider and her anus tightened and the nerves along her pussy recoiled in anticipation. Then the tip bit through the tightly clenched lips, tearing deep into her snugly packed pussy.
The pain was like a series of knives, gouging at once, disemboweling her vagina. Using great force, Edward Keith plunged the foul dildo into her pussy and as the muscles were torn, and stretched he buried the weapon, to the base, in her violated succulence.
"Oooowwww..." The outcry gurgled and died in her throat.
Cathy shuddered, recoiling from the advancing brute, trying to get as far away from the terrible instrument as she could. But to no avail. The dildo was too long. The spur was imbedded in her cervix. Her attacker was too persistent. The tip was corkscrewing through her smoldering cunt. As the pain rose, so did her desire and her clitoris, bruised and crushed by the false shaft, bristled with the expectation of orgasm.
Cathy couldn't breathe. The vibrations made her dizzy.
Edward Keith continued corkscrewing the dildo, reaming out her pussy, touching off her orgasm. Cathy flung her knees up, then wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer. Keith laughed and pronged her snatch.
"Now you're ready."
Wheezing, Keith jerked back, tearing her insides. With trembling fingers, he unstrapped the weapon, threw it across the room, and fell on her belly. After the dildo his big cock felt like a feather in her pussy. A feather that quickly became a massive cock, burrowing into her cunt, twisting and turning, tearing out her orgasm, and rekindling her desire at the same time.
Keith thrashed her pussy, gripped and squeezed her butt cheeks, dug his fingernails into her massive, ripe hind slopes, lifting her ass to draw himself closer to her writhing snatch.
Edward Keith tore in her pussy and she responded with a forceful counter rhythm that hurt terribly, but she was unable to control herself. Keith's rapid fucking left her breathless and made the oppressive heat inside her cunt unbearable. Cathy Rockwell was about to pass out. But not before this fuck was ended.
The pain of the fuck and the passion of her cunt was overpowering Cathy, she rolled her hips, bucked her ass, slamming her belly into his belly, scraped her buttocks on the floor, tore at his thrashing, fucking shaft, sucking his cock deeper into her grasping, cuntal sheath.
"Bitch... bitch..." came the voice directly behind Cathy, and even though the voice was familiar, Cathy was too wrapped up in the fuck to even try to remember.
Cathy couldn't let go of Keith, not even when he went soft. The jizz continued to spurt into her wounded cunt, mixing with her jizz and blood. Cathy held his shrinking cock tightly in her snug pussy, trying to coax another hard on.
"Fuck her ass," the harsh voice hissed above Cathy and for the moment she thought it was Keith, but it wasn't. He was wheezing, wiping away the sweat. His prick was soft and for awhile it would remain that way. "I want to see this bitch thoroughly degraded and hurt. Like I was hurt. I gave you the bitch, so the least you could do is give me some pleasure, in lieu of payment."
Keith stared into the shadows, for the voice there made sense. Only his cock was empty and he didn't think he'd be able to get it up so soon. "You gave me a piece of ass that doesn't know shit. But," he shrugged, "she's been fun. Okay, over on your ass honey. Time for the fun to begin."
Keith climbed off his haunches, reached for the dildo, and Cathy Rockwell shivered, but with anticipation, as well as fear. Her body quaked and she salivated and twitched shamelessly as Edward Keith strapped on the gruesome weapon. This time, Keith showed some mercy. He moistened the shaft and the spurred the tip with oil, or rodent shit. The smell was terrible whatever the lubricant was.
"I like using the rear entrance. It has a way of shoving out all kinds of choice information. Which is why we're all here, anyway."
The flippant remark fell on deaf ears. Cathy Rockwell could not comment for the person hunkering nearby in the shadows. She only knew how she felt. Cathy's entire soul and body were numbed by the impending, horrifying brute force.
Edward Keith adjusted the weapon, positioning it correctly so it fit comfortably over his soft, cock. Then, motioning Cathy over on her side, he lay beside her and rubbed the spur over her sloping buttocks. Cathy gasped and trembled and tried to draw away from the sharp rawls but he held her tightly by the shoulders and crowded closer. Cathy began to cry as the rawls scratched at her ass crease, demanding entrance. The sharp, pointy tip tangled with the few hairs curling along the lower slope of her ass crease.
Edward Keith shoved his hand in the girl's crease and as she flinched and whimpered, Keith pulled back on the cheeks, to permit easy access to her snug, crinkled, and moist asshole which lay, vulnerable, like a naked virgin, inches away from the prick-like weapon.
Cathy Rockwell cringed, sucked in her breath, and thought feverish disjointed thoughts as the cruel spur bit into the outer anal-muscle ring of her ass. Keith forced the big weapon deeper, grunting as he penetrated her tight anal muscles. Cathy screamed, thrashing to escape the awful, grinding, inhuman pain. But Keith shoved deeper into her tight ass-crease. As the brute force pushed steadily into her ass, she became full, right up to her heart, with a blinding awful agony that was so horrible, she could find no words to describe it. All Cathy could do was to take deep, even breaths to try and ease the sudden agonizing fullness that crowded her chest. Even as the dildo and spurred tip tore into her rectum, her titties hardened and her belly shook rhythmically as he stroked with a stronger, deeper assault.
To keep from fainting, from going insane, Cathy Rockwell almost objectively traced the objects awful path into her asshole and up and into her intestines. Cathy's cheeks rippled and with each thrust her heart beat faster and her clitoris twitched, tingled and itched and her ass walls split apart, permitting the weapon's passage.
Cathy bit her lips to keep from crying out, from pain, then from the pleasant pulsing in her ass and cunt. Edward Keith plunged deeper and struck the wall opposite her clitoris. Cathy gasped, surprised, wide-eyed as his brutal stroking touched off another orgasm.
Keith was, literally, fucking her to death. The pain, the weakness, the excruciating pleasure made the world spin, then fall into fragments, leaving her stranded on a fireball surrounded by the black void of the universe.
Edward Keith drilled her asshole; Cathy responded by bucking, heaving, and throwing her hips from side to side, rapidly twisting her ass, whipping at the bruising, ripping slab of concrete imbedded in her bowels, crushing her clitoris against his hard driving assault.
Cathy felt the force of his thrusts diminish. Before Keith withdrew, she got her hands under her cunt, spread the pink lips wide, and finger-sawed her clitoris. Cathy orgasmed, and he finally pulled the evil weapon out of her ass. The withdrawal was like a final plunging fuck. Cathy groaned and collapsed, feeling the blood ooze steadily from her punctured bowels.
The horrible thing was, she was hungry for more of the same.
Without speaking this truth, both Cathy and Edward Keith knew that she was ready for more degradation. The man, no longer interested in names and the truth, was primed only for the new indignities that would be inflicted on her helpless flesh.
Knowing what would soon follow brought up the fear. Knowing what was about to happen, triggered another orgasm in her, and made her cum erupt in an endless stream. The raw musky perfume of her orgasm, and her still to be satisfied desires, filled the air like cow-dung at a stockyard in August.
From behind Cathy came that voice once more, faintly familiar: "I recognize that fuck-stink, Edward. This tramp is primed for more brutal fucking. So, make me happy. Fuck her so she bleeds some more."
As the words fell on Cathy's ears, the girl thumbed her clitoris, her ass raised, her knees supporting her lower torso. Keith couldn't resist. Jerking her hips up, holding the girl steady, Keith bent his knees, and crowded closer to her ass. He brushed his cockhead across the cunt fur that protruded from her ass crease. Her blood was smeared across his cockhead and he slickened the slimy ooze across her trembling buttocks.
Cathy yelped and swung her big ass as he invaded her crease, pushing in slowly now, savoring the feel of her moist, hot asswalls, clotted with blood around his shaft.
Cathy Rockwell coughed, retched as the steady force pushed deeper, exciting tiny needles of sensation all along her anal-corridor. Cathy felt the pounding in her cunt. Her clitoris tingled and filled and spurted as he struck her brutalized asshole.
Edward Keith concentrated on the puckered hole, drilling into her small opening and heaving hot columns up her ass and into her pussy. Her palms braced on the floor, her tits dangling, Cathy tightened her crotch, squeezing her clitoris, squeezing off her orgasm.
This wild animal was killing her with his brute masculinity. Fucking her cunt and ass was tearing her apart, but he made her love this slow death. And he would make her love the quicker death that loomed in the shadows, hovering there in the dark like the grim reaper.
But then Edward Keith plunged faster and deeper and he exploded. The hot jizzum burned her raped, violated anus, the drilling hot pain filled her belly, and she retched and vomited.
Withdrawing, Keith said: "She has had enough of this foul basement. We must take her outside, in the fresh air."
Cathy was dragged by Keith up the stairs and out into the blinding midday sun. He showed her a hole in the ground, ordered dug by Keith before he took his victim into the basement. Two men, who had just finished the digging, stepped aside as Keith led his victim into the shallow pit. He pushed, and she fell in, sobbing, on her side. Cathy brushed the hair out of her eyes and climbed to her knees. The top of her head was below the pit's edge.
"Stand up." Keith ordered and she complied.
The dirt invaded her nose. Flies circled her forehead. The sun beat her shoulders like hammers and something slimy crawled into her ass and she yanked it out. Some kind of small snake, she thought dimly. She crushed the tiny head between thumb and forefinger, and dropped the corpse at her feet. Her eyes remained on the small lifeless thing by her toes. A moment before it had been alive and now that life was gone.
Cathy wondered if they would end her life as quickly. Somehow, for some unfathomable reason, she wasn't concerned about her life or her death any longer. The only thing on her mind, right, then, was the sharp pain in her clitoris. The pain of her pent-up orgasm. The throbbing obliterated all reason, reduced her universe to the tiny area of this pit where her enemy... her lover... would soon rape her cunt, her ass. She didn't know what else she would be forced to do.
Edward Keith's troopers surrounded the pit, throwing shadows over her blonde hair, her grimy face. Their trousers were open. Their cocks stood straight out. Like thick daggers, the pricks thrust toward her horror-contorted face.
Heat waves misted their pricks, misted their squatting movements. One of the soldiers lifted a shovel of dirt, and flung the broken earth in her face, shocking her, bringing her around.
Then the first man dropped into the narrow pit, rubbing his foul smelling body against her belly and tits, forcing her to the rear of the pit. Her butt rubbed the tiny, sun-heated dirt clots. The man's cock smeared her thick cunt hair against her plump mound. He bent and bit at a tit, making her cry out. He laughed, enjoying giving her the pain, forcing his cock between her labia. He drove into her snatch and she didn't even try to resist.
The sour stink, at first revolted her senses, but as he fucked her cunt the fires leaped and flared into an inferno. Cathy Rockwell responded, snapping her pelvis, slapping her belly against his cock, working her dewy cuntal sheath against his dripping cock.
The soldier shouted an obscenity and an invitation for the next man to begin. The ground shook as a heavy man reached the pit's edge. He dropped into the pit, crowded behind her back, and she bent her knees and whimpered as the stink and the probing cock invaded her two holes. Bright lights leaped and Cathy choked and gagged.
But the assault, continued. Cathy barely felt the hot cum in her ass and pussy. And they climbed out and Cathy sagged against the crumbling dirt walls, dizzy.
Cathy didn't hear or see, her next attacker. Or the next. Then cold water was thrown in her face, reviving her. Cathy was propped up and the next man was fucking her pussy.
And it went on. For how long she didn't know. After a lifetime they stopped. She was too weak to react and they saw it. Keith, weary, too, yet eager for a new nuance to excite his waning passion, grabbed a shovel, and motioned one of his men to hold her up while Keith flung the sand into the pit. The flunky climbed out and Edward Keith finished scooping dirt in.
Cathy Rockwell was soon buried to her chin. A heavy coarse fabric, like a canvas awning, was held over her head, and three-foot high poles were imbedded in the ground around her head, and the protective covering was stretched across the poles, shading her head.
They were very thoughtful. They wouldn't allow her to get sun stroke. Not right away. Later, perhaps. Which meant they'd keep her alive over-night, then maybe tie her down in the sun and leave her like that.
Maybe they wouldn't. Maybe they would get her like they did Joshua Nkombo and Robert Musabe. Her head buzzed from thinking. What she should be doing was... what? Anticipating Keith's next unique twist? Planning an escape? Praying for a dues ex machina; a god from a machine to swoop down and rescue her?
Shadows which were like columns moved closer. Then the first man, his cock hard, squatted in front of her face and grabbed her ears to steady himself, and pushed his prick head against her teeth. Cathy gagged. He jerked her ears and swore loudly. Cathy opened her mouth. The long slim cock filled her jaws. Cathy opened wider, ignoring the stench, the sour, sweaty, salty taste, the disgust in her guts. Cathy kept the vomit down and concentrated on bathing his stinking shaft with her tongue.
Cathy Rockwell sucked rapidly and even enjoyed the act a little. The bitter cum clotted her throat but she didn't mind now. The jizz was like a drug, a triple martini. Cathy's head lolled and her mind went blank. Only her jaw and tongue worked. On reflex.
The next man and the next left their jizz in her throat and belly, on her tongue, her teeth, her lips and chin. She was beyond, feeling now, but her sense of tasting remained. She didn't even hear their ribald shouts, their drunken lurchings that raised dirt clouds in her nostrils.
A bottle of wine was opened. The noise grew louder. It was twilight now and she hadn't seen the sun reach its crest. A fire was lit. The laughter increased and in time, she was forgotten.
The solid wall of earth squeezed her tits and belly and ass. Cathy was smothering. Her mouth was dry, salty from their cum and crotch-sweat. Her head throbbed. Sweat burned her eyes. Crawling things, African ants and God knew what else stung and bit her ass and cunt and nipples. Distant passion echoes got her clit surging. Cathy couldn't reach her pussy. Her hands were trapped at her sides. The insects chewed her cunt, chewed her clitoris and set off her ejaculations.
Cathy wept bitterly, and her eyes burned and she felt them swell. Cathy was no longer afraid, only disgusted with herself. If she had the means, she would kill herself. Cathy didn't want to live the way she was now. Self-hatred quickly turned onto the men and their leader who had awakened these perverse desires in her pussy.
If she got them in a hole like this she would burn their eyes out. Not all of them, of course. Only one. The gloating, English, educated white man who commanded this unit of home soldiers. She hated Edward Keith more than she hated herself.
If she survived this, she would get her chance. Cathy knew this like she knew who she now was, what she now was.
Cathy closed her eyes and must have fainted for the next thing she knew, Edward Keith was throwing cold water in her face. "Your rest period is over. Now the real work begins."
Cathy shivered, distantly aware of something intruding in the other reaches of her consciousness. Something was pushing against her back. Something wet. A small snake, judging by the light and lithe maneuvering of its body, had begun working its head against her anus. As Edward Keith wearily loosened the dirt around her shoulders, her hands were suddenly free. The snake was lashing its tail against her buttocks and she had an itching in her butt that just had to be scratched. But she was unable to get her hands back there. Her fingers were too stumpy to reach her shivering ass cheeks. But she had enough reach to get hold of her cunt, to cup her Venus mound.
Cathy wanted to straddle a cock, to push down and feel a cock driving upward into her wet, dripping pussy. She wanted to wrap her cunt around a heavy shaft. She needed the thrill of a harsh cock burning her pussy, crowding her snatch, crushing her clitoris.
Keith was slowly, steadily digging her free. The snake was burrowing closer to her clenched ass crease, the tail assailing her meaty buttocks. Cathy wriggled her hips and tried to hold back, tried not to let her passion get out of hand. But Cathy was a victim once more. The snake nibbled at her ass crease.
Leering, tossing her head and tits as the tongue of the snake slithered along her butt-crease, Cathy Rockwell jammed her thumbs into her pussy, rubbing her clitoris briskly as the snake shoved its head into her tight, dark crevice. She giggled. The hair under her ass bristled.
As her thumbs smote her clitoris the snake worked its head in, and then it's trunk into her ass. Cathy howled, ecstatic. The darting tongue slithered over her inner asswalls. Cathy shrieked, unable to stand this wet snakes in her ass, tickling her bowels that only hours before had been attacked with that dildo, and his prick.
Cathy wished for the dildo now. She imagined ramming that monster all the way into her guts. But the weapon was nowhere to be seen. Edward Keith was rapidly digging her free. The shovel's edge harshly gouged her hard nipples. Cathy Rockwell couldn't control herself now. The snake nibbled her anus. Her clitoris swelled beneath her thumbs. The shovel slammed her titties, making wet sounds as the heavy flesh-sacks and the sharp edged shovel collided. Cathy's meaty rump pistoned in a clockwise motion as she rapidly thumbed her clitoris. At the same time Cathy closed her ass, trapping the slithering snake in her bowels. The snake corkscrewed deeper, goosing Cathy, and sending her, giggling and yelping, into spasms of ecstasy.
Keith watched her closely, trying to determine what it was that sent her into ecstatic spasms. The girl's face was twisted into a silly grinning, glazed-eyed leer.
Cathy plunged her thumbs as far into her cunt as she could, wrenching out her orgasms with her fingernails. The snake slithered around, gently disemboweling her ass while her orgasm gushed. Then Keith got her free of the pit, jerking her by the hand out of the pit. He grunted when he saw the snake's tail protruding from between her clenched buttocks. He called her a name, jerking the snake's tail, and the serpent came free with a muted pop. Cathy howled, her fingers still stroking her mound, the thumbs pumping away at her clitoris.
Keith, aroused now and able to consummate the fuck act. He dragged her into the barracks and into another room on the first floor. It was here that he flung her on a bunk, the only furniture in the narrow, oblong shaped room.
Cathy noticed, as he dropped his trousers and shorts, that he was hung big this time, like a man well-rested, and he looked sleek and healthy as if he had, had a good sleep while she languished in that pit.
Without a word, without taking his eyes off her alabaster white belly and tits, and her blonde cunt thicket, he fell on her belly, masterfully taking her like a young lover would take his young bride. Taking control, he railed her pussy.
Cathy bucked her hips, making her titties dance from the exertion, closing her fleshy thighs on his sinewy legs, feeling the heated pressure of his cock in her snatch and ass. Each probing slam excited the nerve endings and played her sex organ like a violin under the control of a Doug Kershaw.
"Ugh... ugh... ugh...!" Cathy babbled, mouthing other mono-syllables which were forgotten the instant they were said.
The cock, the fuck was all she heard, felt, or experienced. And the fuck was great.
Keith pulled back, almost falling out, then as the head touched her outer lips, he drove ahead, attacking smoothly, like the expert that he was. His expert's touch, touched her off. Her orgasm flowed like the wine drunk on the Bowery in New York.
With a downward rush of his cock, he filled her young pussy with his driving weight and pounded her clitoris as he stretched her inner sex-muscles. Rapidly stroking, Edward Keith blistered her pussy and abused her clitoris, driving her upward to the pinnacles of pleasure.
Cathy locked her legs around his waist and pummeled his kidneys with her heels. Beating a staccato report with her legs, she maintained the rhythm of his brutal fucking. As he accelerated, Cathy raised her hips, and swung her belly to get closer to his savage, ripping cock.
Whipping her pelvis in short, jagged spasms, she trapped his prick in her drenched pussy, holding him tightly to her clitoris even as he pounded away at her still snug and musky snatch.
Keith abruptly stepped up the pace and Cathy followed, sobbing, wheezing, her big titties slapping wetly together, her belly churning, her heavy thighs clenched, her pussy locked on his thrashing, drilling stick. Then slammed down and emptied his glands in her heaving pussy. The scalding kiss of his cum triggered another mighty eruption in her cunt and she showered them with her cum. As Keith flailed her pussy, she got her arms free, dropping her cupped palms on her titties, rolling the full globes, pressing her fat nipples with her thumbs, making the stiff nippled peaks dance and tremble in her shaking grasp. As Keith, beginning to go limp, continued to flail her pussy, she rubbed her labia briskly, using his shrinking stick to jack herself off and she was able to trigger another orgasm. Then Keith was soft, wheezing, sweat from his muscles dripping onto her belly. He pushed away and even as he did, he tried to conjure up the next phase of this private party.
Keith had that coil of leather which remained, in a ball in his pocket. The girl was stretching, sighing, her plump belly shaking, her titties still stiff-tipped and blushing. Yes, he thought, the leather would be what he would use on her.
"Do you like leather?" he hissed.
"What do you want me to do?" she squeaked, suddenly afraid again.
"Submit, slut." Keith reached for his pants, got hold of them, and took from his pocket a tightly coiled leather ball. The ball was made of leather strands, so slim they looked at first like wire. Without speaking, Keith uncoiled the ball of leather and cinched the strands across her tits, made sure the knots covered her nipples.
Her tits tied, he drew the leather tighter and she gasped and sat up. "Oh, my master, I can't breathe."
Keith silenced her with a reproachful frown; "Don't ruin the mood."
Keith looked mean, and afraid what move he might make if she shattered his mood, she lay back submissively.
The thongs were drawn across her belly, tied and looped between her legs. This was what she liked, the leather kissing her cunt, then sawing the tender flesh as he drew the leather ends tight. Cathy bit her lips to keep from crying out.
The leather was wound around her hips and he pulled the leather so the wire-sharp line was stretched across her buttocks. Cathy Rockwell caught her breath. The thongs compressed her ass and bit into her snatch. The leather was positioned against her clitoris. Edward Keith pulled tighter and Cathy saw the stars dance. She saw different images, mostly imagined; images that slid as he pulled against her unyielding flesh. Images danced and wiggled with each jerk of the leather.
Cathy Rockwell's pussy rebelled, then acquiesced. It was like she was being drawn into the fetal position in a womb of leather. Cathy liked the feeling, like being closer to this brute and the leather.
Keith was on her belly now, rubbing his muscled hardness on the wet leather. Breathing hard, Keith worked his cock between the leather and into her snatch.
Cathy was being fucked at the same time. The sensation was unbelievably satisfying. Cathy was determined to make this a good fuck for them both. She rolled her pelvis, slapping her sloping belly along his hips. Keith met her languid rhythm, increasing the tempo, and Cathy, with a gurgle of delight, kept up.
The sharp cutting leather counter-pointed the back and forth pistoning, the slap of his muscles on her soft lush breasts, belly, and thighs echoed along her spine and buttocks, and each muscle was circled in warmth. The leather kept cutting, squeezing and pinching and Cathy was under the influence, completely at the mercy of this cutting edge.
Keith pummeled with a greater urgency, drawing the leather tighter by jerking the ends together. Cathy whipped her pelvis, and whined, wanting to wrap her legs around him and draw him closer to her belly and cunt, she cried out with frustration.
The shadows which had coached imaginary images moved again, and once more she sensed the presence of the stranger, so familiar to Cathy, yet so distant. That presence was there, in the shadows, watching, hungrily savoring this coupling of leather and wet woman-flesh. The presence watched without speaking, waiting for the chance to enjoy, once more, this sweet succulent piece of female meat.
Cathy and her attacker thrashed together, grunting, tearing at each other, fucking with greater speed, with breath-smothering writhings. They tensed, then erupted together. And, Keith decided, it was time to finish the questioning in his special private sanctuary.
Still cinched in leather, Cathy was dragged out a side entrance and back downstairs, into yet another room off the basement. This dungeon was wide, long and high. In the center of the capacious room was a stone table, no wider or longer than a human body. At the side of the table, nearest the door, was a machine, three feet high and four feet wide.
Sprouting from the cabinet were long wires with suction cups attached. The console's face was to the door. On the face were six dials with switches attached beneath each dial.
Cathy Rockwell was hoisted onto the table and strapped down, her legs spread and her arms over her head. Her fingers touched the table's edge. Her voluptuous titties jiggled and her nipples sprang to life.
The table on which the console sat had adjustable legs. Keith pulled on the table's edges and jerked the telescoping legs. The console now stood five feet from the floor. An operator could stand before the machine and manipulate the switches without sitting. Keith could also see his victim's reactions.
Keith flipped the master switch to warm up the mechanism. While the machine surged to full power, Keith attached the suction cups to her nipples, belly and thighs.
"Oh, Christ," Cathy whimpered, jerking at the thongs which held her securely. "No, oh no, not that!"
Keith jerked her head so they faced. "What you are about to feel is only a fraction of the machine's power."
Keith let go, and crossed to the machine, turning to face the wild-eyed, trembling girl, he threw the first switch. The jolt felt like needles jammed into her tits and belly and thighs. The current rocked her head back, made her shoulders and buttocks jump, and her jaw clamp shut. The vibrations shuddered her skull as though she had been struck on the head with s weighted lead pipe.
The reverberations went down her sides and into her cunt. Her titties tingled and offset the thudding in her brain. The second power-surge rocked her back, clenching her spine. Her spine and the back of her head slammed the table. Her teeth clamped on her tongue and she tasted hot, sticky, syrupy blood. The needles quickly became hot daggers, gouging her nipples, her tits, her belly and bowels, her thighs and cunt. Cathy retched and Keith shut off the current.
"Now, you slut, tell me names."
Cathy once more played her part in this charade, denying knowledge of the underground. Keith, smirking with delight, removed the suction cups from her thighs and spread her labia, inserting the suction cups on either side of the glistening wet walls. Another pair of wires was draped across her legs. On each wire there was a narrow clamp. One clamp was attached to her clitoris.
As Cathy squealed at the hard, metal vise bearing down on her throbbing organ, Keith murmured: "Never noticed before, but you have a very big clit. Almost like a thumb." Keith made certain the clamp was in place. "No chance of the clamp slipping off now."
A panel beneath her butt was opened. Reaching under the table, Keith worked and shoved another prong into her ass. Cathy shuddered and gagged when the cold metal bit into her pulsing anus. Two more suction cups were found and affixed to a pair of wires and then attached to her thighs.
Keith planned on giving her the maximum voltage. It might kill her if the current flow was prolonged. But a single jolt couldn't do too much harm.
Cathy cringed and wept. Yet, beneath the surface of fear, another emotion lurked like a rapist behind a tree. Like that rapist, her desire for pleasure loomed and pounced. It overtook her, shattering her fear, leaving only the naked nerves that had to be satisfied, had to feel the raw surging electricity, had to be raped. Simultaneously; every inch of her heaving, sweating flesh cried out for the rape to commence, for the gouging, rending power blast.
The switches clicked dryly. An instant's hesitation, and then the power tore into her breasts, her stomach, cunt, thighs and her ass. Cathy screamed. It was like being chewed on her tits and belly and thighs, being fucked with a hot poker, and goosed by a white hot dagger. Stilettos assailed her body. The assault was a series of gouging white hot slivers. But then, after the first shock, the slivers seemed to thicken, come together to form an encompassing wreathlike form, like London fog spreading over her insides, intangible yet a very real presence.
As the initial shock abated, a rapidly spreading warmth took its place. The warmth was like the warm wet kiss of a thousand lovers: the gasping embraces of a regiment of love-starved men; the thrusting pricks of a battalion of satyrs.
Heat waves washed, inundated her insides, pulled and prodded and flooded her pussy until she tasted the passion spasms in her throat.
"Eeeeee..."
A final lurch in her bowels and cunt, and she exploded. Her lust-sweat sizzled on her burning skin and beaded like speckles of grease on a red hot stove. Her loins recoiled. Her clitoris, all the sex nerves in her cunt were assailed, every nerve was raked by talons of electricity, and the buzz saw in her nipples, her stomach, her pussy and ass ground into her yielding flesh. Her orgasm was a massive tidal wave, spurting down her thighs, drenching the hollows behind her knees.
Cathy's orgasm was an endless eruption, like lava disgorging down the sides of a mountain. The cum burst in a single eruption, powerful, gut wrenching. Cathy was breathless. Each nerve vibrated. She was going to explode. Her limbs were about to be severed from her trunk.
And yet the riot in her cunt was not only a swirling, single, scalding tornado, it was also a drill, pulverizing her muscles. Then Cathy orgasmed and there were no words to describe the ecstasy she felt. Her spine lifted a full inch off the table. Cathy's buttocks thudded against the hard stone surface. Her shoulders dug into the unyielding stone. The back of her head and the table collided, raising brilliant fires behind her eyes.
Cathy's breasts rolled and slapped. Her belly muscles shivered. Her thighs rippled. Her cunt pelt smoldered. Even her labia turned a darker red. Her knees bent and her calves tightened. The girl's toes curled and the ridge of skin around her nails turned pink.
The current surged for eternity... for her entire life, it seemed. A state of rapture where her cunt and relief were all that mattered.
The myriad teeth gnawed. The drill disemboweled. The pokers gouged. The daggers raked. Cathy was consumed in a whirlpool, a scalding, blinding, brain-numbing downward-sliding course.
Her clitoris was all that was alive. The rest of her being was as if it had never existed. The girl's clitoris hummed and tingled and belched forth orgasm. The tiny gland strained and quivered. Over and over, even though her clit was swollen to bursting, it did not rip apart. Even though the gland felt as though it would.
Pain and pleasure. The duality of her nature. The pain gradually receded, leaving only the overwhelming pleasure. The animal that was her soul growled, then roared, its fangs bared, its sinews tense, its ravenous appetite unappeased.
Cathy screamed defiantly for that was the only way she could get more of what he was giving her, and no matter what fear still lingered. What Cathy had to have was more of this excruciating pleasure and if the experience killed her...?
Cathy's lust would not let her dwell on that possibility.
"Shit," Keith snarled, "you've had enough."
Before Cathy Rockwell replied, the current went off. Cathy trembled a moment longer, trying to regain strength to protest the withdrawal of this exotic torture. One last spark in her snatch, and one final orgasm and she fell back, retching, quivering spasmodically.
"Bitch, you can certainly take the punishment."
"More," Cathy whimpered, weak.
"We'll see how much more you can take."
Keith, in keeping with the role he played, gave Cathy a moment to reconsider her innocence. He asked his questions in a toneless voice. Cathy lay on her back, trussed like an animal awaiting the butcher's knife. Her brain was scrambled. Her thoughts were disconnected. Cathy tried to form thoughts. All she thought about were her clitoris, her ass, her titties, her cunt. Nothing else mattered.
Keith's questions were too involved, they wouldn't penetrate her fevered brain. The words sounded like audio tape running backward. The tones slid and oozed. And made no sense. If Keith had said: "Fuck." Cathy would have understood. And would have responded. But the words he used were non-sexual. They didn't penetrate.
"Still refuse to confess," Keith sighed. "Okay. Another jolt." Then he reconsidered. As Cathy writhed, giggled and sobbed all at once, he thought: another jolt would, at the very least, turn her into a mindless slab of meat. But there was another way.
The suction cups were removed. The panel beneath her ass was left open. As Keith moved about, pushing the machine aside, dragging over something heavy that she couldn't see, his motions circulated the foul air, and the breeze whispered across her tits and underneath the table, across her tense ass cheeks.
Cathy relaxed her butt flesh. The cold damp air penetrated her asshole. The girl's tender insides throbbed and smarted as did her entire body.
What would happen next?
Her mind was more lucid now. But that question only raised some fear, as well as anticipation. There was a fine line between what gave her pleasure and what would kill her. This man was not an expert. He could only plug in the machine and throw a switch. Carried away by his game he could easily cross that line. And if she died, well, she was just another of life's victims. This beast would find others to take her place on his meat rack.
An iron based, square shaped object was placed beneath the table, directly under the open panel. The base stood two feet high and was four feet by four feet. Attached to the side of the base was a lever that projected on an angle. The handle remained clear of the table.
Squatting, Edward Keith pumped the lever. The oiled machinery squeaked nevertheless. Like any tool not used regularly the portion of the apparatus being pumped came out slowly. More pressure was exerted on the lever and the curved, domed shaft lifted toward the open panel, and the shaking butt flesh on the other side.
The shaft was six feet long, when fully extended, and a quarter of an inch thick. It smelled of grease. The odor grew stronger as the shaft reached the open panel. Cathy couldn't see it, only smell it and wonder what it was. Excitement tempered with fear made her tremble. Cathy took a deep breath to keep the tremors from erupting, the bile from spilling.
The shaft's stink was stronger now and bitter. The sound of the approach louder. Cathy wondered what this mechanical thing was. But she had an idea. Visualizing an inanimate tormentor made her juices erupt. The lust oil dotted her alabaster thighs, slickened her cunt hair, and the aroma of her passion mingled with the harsh smell of the grease. Distracting her thoughts was the sound of movement nearby.
Keith was naked. His clothing was piled on the floor. His cock looked like a weightlifter's arm. His balls, covered with hair, pulsed. The prick head was bright red as the veins surged.
Edward Keith pumped his shaft, directing the jizz flow at her face. The cum scalded her eyes and she blinked and flushed out the gouty stinging jelly with her tears.
Two things happened right then: Keith climbed on the table, straddling her spread thighs and as he parted her labia the mechanical shaft parted her ass cheeks. The cold tip was quickly warmed by the heat of her ass. Cathy tensed when the shaft slowly but steadily invaded her ass. It seemed to expand as it reached her anus.
The grease lubricated her clenched anal muscles and the pressure forced her inner walls to relax. The dildo he had used earlier had stretched her sufficiently to accommodate what was being inserted in her ass now.
Cathy grunted, lifting away from the advancing shaft of iron. The weight of Keith forced her down, pinning her buttocks to the table. Cathy Rockwell cried out and sucked in lungfuls of stale air. The shaft advanced. The lever squeaked like the cry of a small mouse. Then her cries were muffled by Keith's mouth covering hers, his foul grunting and gasping. The shaft pierced her anus and filled her intestines.
Keith rose above her belly and bore down, gouging her cunt in a series of sharp telescoping movements. The twin assault felt like two iron fists striking her sensitive insides, drilling at her cunt and ass at the same time.
Cathy Rockwell's bowels steamed. Her cunt gushed. Talons tore at her breasts. An eagle crouched on her belly and clawed her entrails.
Cathy bawled as the twin pressures became too awful to bear. She snapped her hips at him, clutching his cock in her snatch, grinding her pelvis as the burrowing pressure rose in her ass. The pressure in her cunt grew stronger as his thickening mass pounded her snatch with greater strength.
Cathy felt wetness in her crack and knew that he was climaxing. The girl jerked her hips twice more and climaxed. They flailed each other. Their spurting glands collided. The heat of their bodies and the stink of their orgasm drifted and clung to the sweating walls.
Keith thrust his cock once more, dumped the few remaining gouts of cum and then pulled out. Her ravenous cunt tried to hold him, and let go begrudgingly, with a wet soft pop.
The shaft, Cathy suddenly realized, had stopped, imbedded in her ass deep enough to prevent movement. Her stomach was clogged and she tasted something sour at the back of her throat. Heat flashed through her snatch. The warmth pulsed upward. Like after a real good fuck, she thought.
Keith rubbed his jaw. His palm rasped across the stubbled growth.
"Oh," Cathy sighed, as the last orgasmic spasms subsided.
"Well, well, we have ourselves a real tough young lady." Keith scratched his jaw, contemplating how many different ways there were to fuck a willing victim.
Cathy Rockwell also did some considering, only her thoughts were on her durability. How much more of this bizarre, exotic, satisfying fucking could her battered flesh take? How long before he killed her with kindness?
"Have you ever ridden a horse?" Keith asked suddenly.
Through torn, dry lips she replied: "Yes. Once."
Cathy had sudden visions of herself, naked, astride a sleek, sturdy stallion, parading around the compound as all the men watched, envious, excited, wanting to fuck her. She felt the spine-bone and taut muscles of the animal rubbing sensuously against her spread labia. Her clitoris bristled and the juices from her aroused vaginal walls slowly spilled. Her titties twitched and the nipples flicked into hardness.
Keith watched and smiled as his mind followed her trend of thought. "I think I have something quite different, unique for you, my unwilling prisoner."
He left the room, only to return moments later with a harness. The leather stank of horseflesh. As Keith carried it out of the shadows, into the dim overhead light, Cathy saw that it was a bridle and bit.
Keith forced her on her knees. Her buttocks slapped the table leg. The stone abutment was cool, slimy and chilled her hot ass. Once she was on her hands and knees, Edward Keith swung his legs over her shoulders, squeezed her jaws open, and slipped the headstall over her face, working the bit into her mouth, locking the sharp sour object against her teeth, and then tightening the harness straps across her titties. Keith drew the leather tight which stifled her breath. Cathy, her heart slamming, felt dizzy, nauseated, and ready to vomit out this foul tasting bit from between her jaws. The sharp thing flattened her tongue and scratched the insides of her mouth. The tightly cinched leather vestment crushed her stiff nipples, forcing her big breasts against her ribs, titillating those meaty globes. And when he jerked on the leather harness, the securely fitted leather contraption rubbed her tits, making them harder, more sensitive.
"Come along, my filly. Your new lover is waiting."
While Cathy Rockwell sobbed from exhaustion and abuse and humiliation, Edward Keith led her on her hands and knees like she was a horse. Cathy's belly and ass were goose fleshed and the chill of the dank hall invaded her snatch and ass. Cathy wept as the bit dug deeper against her mouth and tongue. The blonde slowed once and Keith jerked and she fell on her face. Keith pulled her up by the hips and once Cathy was on her hands and knees again, Keith lashed her bottom with a riding crop to speed her on. The whipping continued and intensified during the journey down the hall.
The lash raised tiny welts on her skin; red lines erupted on Cathy's supple hind cheeks, and some wept crimson drops as her skin was lacerated. Cathy whimpered and tried to keep up with her captor. But the brute, seeing how hard it was for her to match his long strides, walked even faster. The bit tore her mouth and when she stumbled, he stopped to smite her ass with the riding whip. At the door leading to the compound yard, Keith stopped and turned, and walked behind her clenched, pimpled buttocks
"Now I must spread you open." He shoved both hands between her ass cheeks and pried them open. Cathy squealed, frightened, her anus sore and throbbing. Keith pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and greased his fingers and smeared the outer slopes of her buttocks. Cathy wept, fearful of what was about to happen to her pulsating rectum. "Now don't be afraid." Keith affected a soothing voice. "I have to get you ready for your lover."
"Oh, no, oh, please..."
"I can't have you fucked to death," and Keith leered. "At least, not right away. And," he said in a soft, conspiratorial tone, "not at all if you confess."
"I cannot confess to something I am innocent of."
Keith's leer exploded into a wide mouthed grin. He was satisfied. He had done all the coaxing he could do. Still grinning, Keith dragged her to the wall, braced her shoulders against the wall to keep her upright, then shoved two oiled fingers up her ass.
Cathy Rockwell cried out as the fingers bit into her aching muscles. The lovely, statuesque blonde winced, retching as the fingers brutally probed, her anus. Keith mounted her, then, and his weight on her shoulders strained her back but opened her ass wider. He coated her anus, then rubbed the sticky fingers over her labia.
"Aaaggghhh," Cathy moaned, softly, tossing her head.
Keith's fingers entered her pussy, probed and moistened the cuntal sheath and, at her clitoris, he fingered the gland and to her surprise the gland responded, swelled, and was about to spill her over when he withdrew.
"You're ready." Keith unbolted the door. The twilight shadows softened the naked harshness of the barren woodless yard and the high barbed wired walls beyond. The debris scattered about the yard burned and scratched her knees and palms.
"What have you there, sir?" one of the troopers called from a group of men at the far end of the yard.
"A young filly that must be broken and then ridden," Edward Keith called back.
Their voices caught the attention of a dozen recruits gathered in small knots about the yard. Still puffing their after dinner cigarettes, they caught sight of the tormented prisoner. Cathy Rockwell's shoulders were hunched and her back was straight. Her big bottom wiggled. Her titties were drawn tight against her sternum and ribs and her nipples thrust between the leather thongs.
Her skin glistened with sweat, blushing with shame. Cathy held her head down, gasping as flies buzzed about her bruised, cracked mouth, averting the probing gazes of the gathering troopers. Their laughter, their obscene words still jarred her senses, cutting through the exhaustion to torment her more now than before.
Keith reined her to a halt in front of the dozen or so troopers. "This is your last chance, gentlemen, to touch a real, bonifide nigger lover, this young woman is not going to be fucking men much longer."
"Where is she going, sir?"
"To her lover. Down there." He gestured at a one story wood frame building where a soldier stood, smoking a cigarette.
The soldiers, at Keith's urging, touched her glistening ass, made more white and blemishless by the faint moonlight which covered the compound. Cathy recoiled and Keith swatted her bottom with the riding crop.
"Now behave, filly" he barked.
Cathy wailed, great gasping bursts of breath which made her lungs heave. The soldiers hesitated but, on Keith's orders, they patted her ass, traced sweat rivers down her spine, tugged the long blonde strands of hair that hung over her shoulders, fingered the blonde-white thicket between her legs and along the lower slope.
The shadows and humidity, the human heat, the flies and the lash's kiss stung Cathy's senses. Her head reeled. Her muscles, unaccustomed to this cramped position, strained. Her hands and knees and anus smarted.
Cathy leaned forward, top heavy. But Keith came around in front of her face and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke in her eyes. He crouched, holding the lighted tip inches from her nose.
"If you faint now I will shove this up your twat."
Cathy whimpered, her back spasmed. But she kept going. Her tormentors followed. They crowded around her ass, snapping their fingers against her dewlapped butt cheeks, jerking the cunt hair wriggling along her lower ass crease.
As much as she was exhausted, physically almost spent, she couldn't help but think: if it wasn't for the fatigue and the heat this would be exciting. Even with the heat, the slapping, the threats, the obscenities, and the leather harness brought up her desire for cock and for more of this abuse.
Cathy remembered Keith's leather thongs and that intensified her excitement. Keith smelled her bitter scent of passion and reined her to a halt. Keith took a deep drag on the cigarette, made the tip glow with greater intensity, then he ground the cigarette on her right butt cheek.
Cathy screamed, shuddered, and fell on her head and upper arms, grinding the dirt against her tear-streaked cheeks. Sparks showered, burning her calves and heels. Keith lighted another cigarette, beckoning to his charges who advanced, their cigarettes glowing.
At his direction they smashed the glowing tips against her writhing buttocks. The first embers hurt terribly. But then numbness set in. Then a heat curled through her ass and cunt. Cigarettes were held under her ass hair. The strands curled, and disappeared. They turned her on her side, holding the burning tips to her cunt thicket. The hairs curled and the burning kiss was felt all the way through her vagina, to her cervix, backbone and anus.
Her clitoris twitched. The passion then swelling the organ. The stink of burning hair increased her desire. Cathy wondered what awaited her at the end of this long walk.
Keith jerked the reins. "That's enough."
Like Pavlov's dog, she responded. She got on her knees and palms and meekly followed her master. Cathy cried softly and she didn't know why. The fear was gone. Anticipation and excitement remained. What, then, caused her grief?
Cathy felt no pain, only the pleasure of the unexpected. Would her lover be a prisoner, one of the home guard's incorrigibles? This building she was being taken to resembled a stockade although there were no bars on the windows. And it smelled like a jail. The stink of unwashed flesh, unclean living quarters was strong.
They were still about two city blocks from the building. Cathy couldn't, see anyone from this distance. The blonde could only imagine and anticipate.
Her loins gushed and Keith, seeing her excitement, guffawed. "The filly can't wait to meet her lover." He jerked the reins. "Faster, my filly, faster! You can't keep your lover waiting." Keith's raucous laugh rattled against her eardrums.
As Keith pulled harder Cathy's thighs rubbed and whispered. Her sex gland filled then her pussy gushed and quickly erupted. The heat, the anticipation, the uncontrolled desire raged in her snatch.
They were closer now, less than a block from the darkened entrance. The stink was thicker, less like the smell of human waste, more like the stink of...
They were on a trampled dirt path which would take them inside the building. Clotted shit, lined the path in irregular heaps. Flies swarmed over the piles. The insects smelled Cathy's odor, flocked to her ass and cunt holes, buzzed around her mouth, stuck to her lips. Cathy shut her eyes to keep from being blinded. Their stings were like tiny pins, pricking her ass, her pussy, her cleavage, her nipples.
Cathy was being chewed by tiny teeth, all over, and especially where her most sensitive parts were. They swarmed into her ass and she tightened her crotch to kill them. Her vagina held them and, again, Cathy drew herself tight, mashing the insects in her cuntal sheath.
The sensations were almost too powerful. Cathy Rockwell was bleary-eyed and her body felt light. Cathy was floating on a hazy cloud of pink and red and orange and she never felt better.
As Cathy sagged, Edward Keith yanked the reins. The bit tore into her mouth and Cathy awakened with a start. Her ass flinched. Her heavy hind melons shook and as Cathy leaned forward, following Keith's lead, her buttocks reared into the air.
The chilled humidity tantalized her fevered skin and Cathy experienced a feeling of bliss. Like being on a resort beach, enjoying the cool evening and the admiring glances from the men. Cathy smiled, closing her eyes and didn't feel the dirt under her palms and knees. Nor did she notice the ever-increasing stench.
Cathy and her brutal captor were at the landing's entrance. Keith told her to stop and she complied, her eyes still closed. Keith shouted a command into the building. His voice was hoarse, choked from the dust and flies.
Cathy heard two voices which reached her at the same time. Cathy threw her head back, eyes wide.
A whinny. The sound of hooves on the dirt floor of the building.
In that instant, Cathy realized that she was at the entrance to a barn. That the sounds approaching belonged to a horse, to a stallion. Keith was mating her with a stallion! The animal was young, pure white. The cock rested in its sheath. The sheath was stretched with the youthful, vigorous male flesh. When the animal saw what was being led to the bar, the sheath filled, the prick lunged along the beast's abdomen.
"Meet your new lover, cunt," Edward Keith growled.
"Jesus Christ," Cathy whispered as she fainted.
Keith let her lay there for a moment then he kicked her ass. Cathy was curled in the dust, the stink of the yard around her body like thick mud. Her buttock jiggled and made a soft sound when he kicked her ass and she groaned, opening her eyes.
"Not to worry," Keith said, using that same phony tone of comfort. "I don't want you to take all that he has to offer all at once. A few inches at a time will be sufficient."
Cathy was too numb to even cry. A spasmodic gasp lifted her tits. Otherwise she remained still. The stallion whinnied, kicked at the dust, strained at the bridle and bit. The sounds thudded. Cathy heard and comprehended but wouldn't allow herself the full understanding. To know exactly what she was going to be fucked with would have driven her insane. The safety valves that the human mind is endowed with, prevented this poor, tortured creature from thinking this terrible, perverted act all the way to its inevitable conclusion.
Cathy Rockwell imagined a big cock, a supreme fuck. The pleasure of having in her cunt the biggest prick in Rhodesia. No reason to think past the act.
Keith shouted to the stallion's keeper, who lounged against the door jamb, his hands in his pockets, cigarette dangling from his fleshy lips, watching the lovely naked girl writhe there in the dust, in her misery: "Get the barrel. I believe it is kept just inside the door."
The barrel, he told Cathy, was used for breeding. If a mare was unable to accept all of the stallion's cock, this barrel was fitted over the mare's cunt, and would keep the stallion from gaining more than six to eight inches penetration.
"You see how we think of your welfare?" Keith lighted another cigarette.
"We can't afford to lose her just yet," from a few feet away, out of range of Cathy's vision, came the familiar throaty voice, concurring. Cathy, by now, was so terrified she could not trace the voice to a memory pattern. The horseman, was placing the barrel at her side.
The barrel was three feet high and wide enough for Cathy's shoulders to pass through. One end was open. The other end was covered with thick wood. A panel, five inches in circumference, was in the middle of the wood covering. Before the stallion could get interested again, some other lust juice had to be spread over the opening.
Keith and the stable attendant spread Cathy in the dust and dung and held her labia open. Cathy, helpless could only submit and let these brutes manipulate her body, get her body positioned. Cathy wouldn't think about the beast pawing the dust a few feet away, its eyes wide and riveted on her smooth white flesh, so pale in the moonlight, the girl's blonde cunt hair, like threads of silver over her puckered scarlet labia, her pulsing red nipples, her massive solid titties, swollen with desire, thrusting toward the sky, and her quivering, rhythmically spasming belly.
The animal pulled on its reins and snorted and salivated. The cock was fully extended, a block of white iron that was thrust along the full muscular belly.
Cathy Rockwell heard all this but wouldn't let the sounds register. Cathy remained passive while Keith fondled her tits, and the attendant opened her pussy and ran two fingers inside her vagina.
"For a broad that likes to fuck she certainly isn't cooperating, sir. Perhaps the cock isn't black enough." Both men guffawed.
Edward Keith, still crouched over Cathy's face, let go of her titties.
"Maybe she's bored with the mundane." Keith unzipped his pants. "Would you like something different? For a change?"
Cathy stared up at his cock, dangling a foot from her mouth. Keith squatted, his hands bracing her temples. His prick dropped into her cleavage and his ass made short, back and forth motions as he rubbed his prick between her swollen breasts. The drilling head passed along her sternum and ribs and made her belly muscles quake, her passion oil flow.
"She's spilling, sir."
"Our little filly loves to fuck. All it takes is a little encouragement."
Keith's prick was about to erupt. He squeezed her jaws and when she opened her mouth, he shoved his cock along her tongue, to the back of her throat. The burning jelly gagged her and she choked but swallowed the man's cream. Keith pulled out, sweating, looking around, nodding to the stranger who remained in the shadows, close enough to observe Cathy's degradation. Some of the troopers had arrived and were staring, from a few feet away.
"Has the bitch cum yet?" Keith asked.
The attendant fingered her cunt, but all he got was more lust oil. "Not yet, sir."
Keith snapped his fingers, beckoned the recruits. "Those of you not interested in a free fuck please retire to the other side of the yard."
There was laughter and no one moved.
Keith lined them up, found some rope and tied her ankles to the barrel. A tree across the way proved a good place to pin her wrists. Her shoulders and head were propped against the trunk and Cathy saw each man approach. They were of all ages, all cock sizes, she noted dispassionately, opened for each, flinching when they rammed their pricks into her dripping snatch, twisting and turning, speeding up or slowing, depending on the man's rhythm.
Cathy Rockwell let them lead. She had no choice. The girl tried to enjoy the fuckings and would have if it wasn't for that stallion, facing her heaving breasts and belly. The animal was still aroused. Cathy had heard once from one of her black male friends that a nigger and a horse could keep its cock hard for hours, could serve a dozen cunts in an afternoon. The black was right about the males of his racial persuasion. But that stallion scared her with its awesome virility.
Cathy Rockwell trembled and sobbed and turned her head away. The stallion's heavy breathing grew stronger, louder, bursting in deep spasms from the animal's massive chest. He was making almost human sounds of frustration. Cathy turned toward the animal. He was being led to the tree!
"Please," Cathy shrieked, "not yet."
"Almost," Keith said as the last man shoved his prick in her cunt. Cathy had to make this last fuck last.
The girl whispered to the youth, a heavily hung trooper, as blond and fair skinned as her captor but without that hard penetrating stare. The youth, comprehending, set a languid rhythm, back and forth, pushing a little deeper with each thrust. His thick buttocks and knotted thighs glistened. The thickness of his shaft stretched her labia and the depth of his prick struck her cervix each time he shoved the cock in.
His balls drummed the lower slope of her pussy. His body heat, his thick male smell titillated her senses. The slow, almost loving way he fucked her cunt aroused her lust.
This stud was good. He touched every nook in her snatch and each time he entered he struck her clitoris.
"You're great, my lover," Cathy whimpered. "Keep it up... keep... fucking me. Ah, oh, yes, my big blonde lover, fuck me good, make this last fuck great enough to send me off..."
Cathy's hoarse whisper, the strangled words, excited the youth even more. He sawed rapidly. His prick bruised. The cockhead rammed the back of her snatch and she felt the pounding in her throat. Cathy jerked from side to side, forgetting what awaited after this boy was finished. All she concentrated on was this huge prick drilling her guts, fucking her fast and still faster, making her climax over and over, making the muscles in her snatch throb pleasurably, making the tiny gland spasm, making her thighs ripple, her belly quiver, her titties roll and the blood swell her nipples to almost bursting.
Oh, sweet Jesus, it was great. So wonderful it was the last fuck Cathy would ever have, the last cock she would ever feel in her guts that would love her in a rugged, virile way without killing her, splitting her insides, forcing her organs into her throat, and then out of her cunt and over the ground.
"Don't... stop..."
The trooper fucked faster. His orgasm was close. Cathy felt the first bursts of pre-cum.
"Oh, my dear, don't stop. They'll kill me when you're finished."
But the youth was already blowing his rocks. His grunts overrode her soft entreaties. His rippling back and leg muscles strained. His shaft burrowed deeper, lodging against her inner cunt walls.
Cathy Rockwell's thighs tensed and her belly slammed, temporarily slowing his inward thrust. But the soldier was too strong, too excited. His strength pounded her belly and Cathy fell back, hardly moving now as he climaxed and began to withdraw. But then her passion rose and she closed her cunt trapping his purplish cockhead in the outer labia. Cathy held him, begging softly, and he pushed into her snatch and this time her clitoris strained and her cunt exploded love oil as Cathy threw herself into this fuck.
Cathy fucked him for the pleasure he imparted, and to prolong her life. For the stallion was six feet away, head down, watching the fucking. The animal stomped dirt, kicking clots over the youth's calves. But the soldier didn't mind. His body was twisting and straining and fucking her cunt with the kind of skill and drive that she hadn't experienced since before her capture. Which proved, belatedly, that a good man didn't have to tie her up, whip and degrade her to give her pleasure. A big cock with lots of natural technique was all that was needed.
Finding this out, this late in the game, made her laugh. Cathy laughed until the tears came, and the blonde youth drilled her cunt to the threshold of orgasm.
Cathy Rockwell tightened her crotch, held him against her clitoris, and, as her orgasm spilled, Cathy twisted her pelvis, gritting her teeth to keep from screaming.
This was the last fuck, and the best fuck. Her cum boiled and spattered his shaft, and balls, and drenched her thighs. The blond smelled her passion and was driven crazy with desire, or maybe he realized this was to be her last fuck. Whatever the reason, he stayed in her pussy until he couldn't stay hard anymore.
Then, as his prick dropped out and slapped her thigh, he shoved his face to her thigh and suckled the taut flesh, and lapped the jizz and cum. Cathy screamed, straining to see him. The close cropped blond hair bobbed between her legs. The tongue was a long, vicious snake, licking rapaciously at the sweet musky tender flesh just beyond her outer labia.
Deeper and still deeper the snake moved, suckling, touching every succulent inch, probing, testing and tasting every particle of sweet female meat. Cathy's belly and ass writhed. The girl lifted her hind cheeks to get closer to the virile probing tongue. He stayed close to her thighs, his head surrounded by the hot dewy muscles.
They grunted. His warm breath filled her cunt. His tongue laved and teased her cunt until she thought she'd surely go insane. Cathy screamed at him, begging him to fuck her faster for her orgasm burned and tingled and strained. The youth whipped her clitoris, unmindful of the clenched muscles smothering him. Her climax exploded but he kept at her organ, lashing the tiny thumb non-stop.
Cathy emptied, re-filled, held him tightly, rocked her thighs and wished for his hard cock in her mouth. Her jaws and tongue and throat ached for a hard, hot spilling prick. And, as if by telepathy, the blonde's comrades bellowed and razzed him until the youth, his balls throbbing with cum, swung his ass toward her mouth, working his lower flanks so his cock and her mouth were juxtaposed, then shoved his prick into her open mouth.
His thighs smelled of bitter salt. His hairy cock and halls tickled her nose and mouth and his shaft nearly choked her throat with its large girth. Her jaws were swollen and the back of her throat was crammed with his prick head. Her teeth sawed the underside of the shaft, scratching the veins, dragging his cum along the shaft.
He lapped her cunt, grunting and gasping, filling her snatch with hot breath and his tongue. Cathy suckled quickly, bathing the shaft all over with her snapping tongue tip. Her teeth chewed and she pumped her breath against his cockhead.
He choked her with his large rod and she wished she could have this big cock in her mouth always. His massive male presence overwhelmed her, awed her with his strength. He could dominate her without whips and tethers.
The young trooper drilled her throat and lashed her clitoris and he was moving with faster, more urgent strokes. Cathy tasted the watery, bitter pre-cum. She bawled, knowing this ecstasy was nearly over, knowing what was waiting ten feet away, pawing the dirt, anxiously awaiting its turn.
The blonde trembled, thrust ahead, emptying his balls, withdrawing. Their tear-streaked faces were inches apart now. He bent to kiss her cum-flecked mouth. She savored his robust male-animal scent, the pressure of his mouth against, her feverish lips. Then he was gone and she was confronted by the stallion's rolling eyes, and Edward Keith's bitter laughter. As she was positioned inside the barrel head first, with her ass and cunt protruding out the other end, the young trooper gazed at her plump ass, and the huge cock which swung back and forth with each movement of the approaching stallion's legs.
As Cathy settled into this cramped container her titties were raked by the slivers and jagged wood chunks. The wood was wet, smelling of urine and thick gouted chunks caked to the staves A circle of light penetrated through the opening which was an inch from her mouth and nose.
Cathy's shoulders were jammed into the top of the barrel and the cool wet breeze played lightly, tantalizingly across her sweating ass and pussy. The flies swarmed, tickling her asscheeks and cum-slickened twat.
Keith came over, then, and he cupped her pussy, immersing his fingers in her cunt; Cathy nearly swooned from the pressure. Her clitoris was flattened under his thumb, his fingers scratched the walls of her cunt. As Cathy wiggled and sobbed, he smeared the cum over the aperture at the top of the barrel, near where her face was. Then, taking a final drag on the cigarette, he cold his men: "This, gentlemen, is the only way to heat up a cunt." He jammed the cigarette at her tight ass crease.
Cathy shrieked as the sudden burning pain stung her cheeks. Keith slapped her ass. Cathy's buttocks wiggled and he forced her ass wider and then shoved the still glowing tip up her ass.
"My Christ," she screamed. "Oh, my Christ."
Her bowels stewed and her anus rebelled at the stinging, burning ember. As her anal juices snuffed the ember another sensation coursed along the anal corridor. The feeling was pleasant, like the feeling she experienced just moments before, with the blonde trooper. She tossed her hips and her dewlapped cheeks made wet, hot, enticing sounds as they slapped together.
Keith, aroused at the sight of her wiggling hind melons, unzipped his pants as the stallion was taken around to the top of the, barrel. Then Cathy felt Keith's spongy prickhead at her cunt crease and was thankful. The inevitable had been postponed for awhile longer. Cathy wiggled her ass against Keith's hard driving and pummeling. Her insides were a steaming cauldron. Her clit was a thumb being pried back. Ecstatic pain made her cuntal sheath tremble. Just as she thrashed herself into a frenzy, Cathy smelled an overpowering, bitter stink. Then something hard slapped her jaw and made her head snap against the barrel. The hardness pressed at her teeth, forcing her mouth open. The bitter, massive object rammed ahead. Her jaws were stretched. Her tongue crushed against the side of her mouth and her throat was invaded by the tip of this thing. It moved, back and forth rapidly, making her teeth ache, making her gag, making Edward Keith's prick in her snatch seem small. And then she realized what was lodged in her mouth, sawing her mouth the exact same way that Keith was sawing her cunt.
As the stallion fucked Cathy's mouth, the vibration of its heaving body sent shock waves through her spine and showered her shoulders and back with splinters. As the slivers gouged her titties the sensation was like having knives grating her breasts.
The cock in her pussy tore her snug inner walls. The cock in her mouth smothered, and nearly snapped her jaws. Cathy held the stallion's prick, breathing hard on the prickhead, praying she would be able to swallow the jizz.
The stallion whinnied, pounding the barrel. Cathy tried to suck but there was too much shaft in her mouth. All she could do was hold the cock, breathe on the head, and wait for the torrent.
And it came suddenly. With Keith still thrashing her cunt, the stallion scalded her throat with hot oil. Cathy retched, swallowing, taking all of it, keeping at the spurting mass, tensing her ass and clutching Edward as the stallion boiled over. The climax spilled over her jaws, drenched her chin, gushed into her nose and over her cheeks. She tried to cry out but the overflow jammed her throat. The stallion kept plunging, as did Keith, and then, when she thought she had experienced all that any woman could experience and still retain her sanity, long nailed fingers were on her ass, forcing her cheeks apart.
Even as Keith plugged her cunt, another man was forcing his cock into her asshole. Every hole was being fucked now, every possible degradation was being inflicted and Cathy, somehow, was surviving.
The fucking went on. The stallion numbed her head, scalding her tonsils. The fucking at her ass went on and on. Even after the first spurting orgasms boiled up her ass, stiffening her spine, the fucking continued back there.
Keith drilled her snatch. His insatiable balls sent streams of hot jizz into her cunt, over her labia, and down her thighs. The white gouts streaked her cunt and asscheeks and moistened the ground and sent up billows of dust.
Cathy felt a spasm of pain in her ass, cunt and jaws. Then she climaxed. Her hips jerked. Her thighs locked. Her inner muscles spasmed. Her cunt spewed its load and kept boiling over until there was nothing left in there but deep satisfaction.
By then the weight in her cunt and ass had been withdrawn and the stallion was being separated from her mouth. As the beast was reluctantly pulled away from her mouth, the recoil of the withdrawal throbbed her shoulders, rubbing her breasts against the barrel's underside. As her nipples were dragged across the splintered wood, waves of heat, thin, like needles, flexible like a snake's tail, shot through her sagging titties.
"Now," Keith said, "we are ready for the stallion's cock."
Cathy shuddered, weary, welcoming this final, horrible fuck. As weariness dragged on her body and spirit a voice, so familiar, yet strange, sounded once more.
"I want to see her face, have her know who pointed you to her."
Squirming, in pain, Cathy was dragged out of the barrel to confront her accuser. As Cathy and the stranger stared at each other, the stranger became a stranger no more.
"Why?" Cathy whimpered.
Jody Criss replied: "You took all the love I had to give and then you spurned me for those smelly colored men. You hurt me terribly, and now I have hurt you. And you must tell them the names of those that you are in league with, or they will kill you."
As Cathy weakly denied knowing who the underground members were, Keith nodded, as though knowing all along she would never confess. And he raised his hand in a gesture of triumph and beckoned to the stable attendant.
And the stallion was led to the barrel.
"Have a nice honeymoon, you slut," Jody Criss snarled, backing away.
Chapter Four
The inside of the barrel smelled of urine and her sweat. The one thing that worried Cathy was the barrel's fragile construction. Would the stallion's weight collapse this wood coffin? Cathy had to smile. With all the worries that should be plaguing her, the weight of the horse and the durability of the barrel were not the most important. But the reason Cathy dwelled on this problem was that she knew what Jody Criss had said was true. Cathy had deserted the dyke, had made the dyke suffer. Cathy deserved to be punished. Which was why she thought of the horse and the barrel, natural concerns which occupied her mind to distract her from the guilt that would tear her apart if she thought of it. Let the stallion get maximum revenge in Jody's name. For Cathy deserved this horrible fate. Cathy tensed, waiting for punishment, as the animal was led to the barrel.
The stink of the animal's body choked Cathy's nose and mouth. When she coughed her titties scraped the wood. The slivers tickled and when the stallion was placed, belly down, on the barrel, the weight thundered, and the barrel reverberated. The vibrations made her exposed ass tremble and slivers tore her belly and scraped and twined around her pubic thicket.
Cathy Rockwell shuddered as the smell, the cramped surroundings, the bizarreness and inevitability of this situation started a heat building in her snatch. The lovely blonde cried out and her tiny, exhausted voice clattered.
The stallion's cock was guided through the opening of the slatted cover which was placed over Cathy's ass and cunt to protect her from being torn apart. The opening in the protective covering, which was thick with slivers that scratched her already sore ass, was big enough for the cockhead only.
The awesome weight of the animal struck the covering. Sensations exploded as the cover was flattened against her ass, the slivers digging into her supple bottom. A hand reached through the small opening at the top of the barrel and pulled her head up against that end of the contraption.
Snugly trapped in the airless barrel, with the animal making the barrel vibrate, and the cockhead drilling against her asscrease, her sex-gland vibrated. For she felt the steady pistoning of the brute animal tearing at the outer folds of her asscrease, unable to drive its terrifying weight into her ass and cunt. And the stallion kept slamming its cock forward, making the wood cover splinter, forcing those splinters into her bottom.
As the assembled men hooted with derision, the stallion pounded the wood protection, the only barrier between the animal's cock and Cathy Rockwell's vulnerable holes.
The jagged wood tore into her ass and the tearing sensation was felt in her cunt and anus. Like a tuning fork, Cathy's gland vibrated and her lust oil gushed. The stallion smelled her horny woman's smell and stomped at the barrel with stronger determination.
Cathy Rockwell shuddered and tried to draw herself into a ball. Strong hands held her hair, preventing her from shifting her weight even slightly to get her vulnerable sex zones away from the impending inward stroking of the killer prick.
Cathy pounded the wood slats, begging to be given her freedom, for now the girl was frightened. But as she struggled and cried for deliverance the animals hooves thundered back.
Cathy jerked her head suddenly and broke free of the hand which had held her hair. Tilting her head slightly, she saw the massive drooling prick head pushing through the hole. The enormous size was terrifying. If he fucked her cunt he would tear her in half.
As the head pushed deeper, closer to her curled pubic bush, Cathy struggled, flailing in the coffin of wood. Cathy had to escape, to fuck again. But she also knew that there was no cock as big as this horrible avenger, drilling closer and closer to her dewy snatch. The head was getting closer all the time, cracking the wood facade which covered her ass and cunt. The prick looked like a grayish red boulder, dripping orgasm, shoving closer to her puckered snatch.
The hideous stinking gristle was oozing cum, splashing the fertile discharge over her clenched ass-cheeks and as the scalding oil splattered her bottom, Cathy Rockwell cringed, wept, and retched. And as the ravenous fires of passion turned her cunt into a steamy inferno, Cathy Rockwell pushed backward, to meet this pumping cock.
The head smacked her asscrease and the power of the assault bruised her backbone, sending shocks through her spine, into her cunt. Cathy shrieked and threw her buttocks against the wood covering. Her sweating, cum slickened cheeks thudded wetly against the facade, and the covering cracked, thrusting rough chunks of wood between her gyrating buttocks.
Cathy's voice was muffled against the wood, but her screams were loud enough for Keith and his troopers to hear. They laughed and coaxed the stallion on with the riding whip.
The beast flinched, shook its head, crowded closer to the wood barrier, slammed its cockhead deeper in the hole of wood. The heat pounded Cathy's pussy. Painful waves radiated and she thought, at first, that the beast had fucked her snatch. But no, the weight of the organ head had struck her venus mound, without entering. The animal reared back. Cathy shivered, begging for this nightmare to be over. The stallion slammed forward, striking her cunt lips. He whinnied, frustrated, kicking the wood, vibrating the frame and sending slivers into her thighs, belly and cunt. He showered her face with splinters, and threw his mane. The horror of what was about to happen abated somewhat, leaving the blonde with elation. Horror turned to joy, to passion as the cockhead spewed cum. dumping jizz on her buttocks. The force of the discharge felt like wet, hot, towels slapping her body. Her titties, swollen now, thrusting and touching the wood, jiggled and scraped the slivered undercurve of the barrel, and needled hotly along her hot rolling jugs.
Cathy squeezed her pussy muscles together and the pressure flattened her clit in a hot humid muscle sandwich. Cathy jerked her pelvis and the quick snap of muscle on her clitoris made her climax.
The stallion smelled her orgasm and that infuriated his already enflamed desire. The beast pummeled the barrel, raining down shards of wood which dug into her back and shoulders and scalp. Cathy screamed, railing the sides of the barrel with her arms, her elbows, trying in one last effort to escape this huge prick that was drilling closer, making the hole larger with each strong assault of the horse's flanks.
Even as the wood facade cracked beneath the stallion's constant assault, Cathy Rockwell became more sexually excited. The flames in her pussy were incinerating her clitoris. The girl had to reach that trembling gland. She worked her hands beneath her humping belly. The fingertips separated her thicket of cunt hair. Her fingers were slick with lust oil. The passion oil dripped into her cupped palms.
Cathy split open her labia, jamming a finger against her clitoris, sighing as she rapidly worked the fingertip over her bloated sex gland. Rapidly she massaged the aching, swollen gland and sighing deeply and quickly, Cathy Rockwell climaxed, whimpering as her orgasm filled her palms, streaking her thighs and coating the underside of the stallion's shaft. Her fingers still under her cunt, she felt hard gristle slam her wrist.
The wood cracked. The stallion penetrated the wood barrier. Cathy squealed, falling forward, her head striking the top of the barrel. The cock drilled deep, splitting open her cunt, driving deeper, disemboweling her guts.
Cathy's choked on blood, but as her life was rent from her quaking flesh, a massive shudder exploded through her cunt and she experienced what she knew was the ultimate orgasm.
Twisting, jerking, shuddering as the stallion's cock plunged deeper into her cunt, Cathy Rockwell pirouetted on the assailing organ. Her jaws snapped shut. Her teeth cracked. Waves of pain from every nerve converged in her belly, and she was encased in a smothering weight, and oppressive heat.
The weight of the stallion bore down on her back, and as her buttocks were smeared against the animal's massive flanks a shudder jiggled her titties and through bleary eyes she looked down. Those lovely full titties. Those red nipples. Swollen. Thrusting. Reaching for the mouth and teeth of a sensitive lover.
The stallion pulled out of her bleeding hulk and was led away and the group dispersed. Only the blonde trooper who had made love to her before the stallion's rape remained. As the group returned to the coffin-like barracks, the youth timidly approached.
Cathy's eyes were open. The faint light deep in her eyes flickered and as it faded, the youth bent to kiss her dry lips, to touch her still engorged nipples.
A smile, faint and weak, moved her lips. Cathy whispered: "love," and settled back in the dirt and dung. The youth got up, turned away and the night shadows crowded over the pale, statuesque corpse.
Watching the tender goodbye was a lone figure, a female, the spurned lover. Jody Criss stared at her dead former lover, then, she too turned away and left the area, empty, still frustrated, trembling.
