Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In WIFE IN TORMENT, Sylvia Tanner finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Sylvia Tanner suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"I want it," Sylvia Tanner murmured softly. "Oh, I want your big cock!"
Her husband Dan stirred restlessly, awakened by a low and anxious moan. "What?" he asked sleepily.
"I want your cock!" Sylvia said. "I want your big hot prick!"
"Again? For Christ's sake, Sylvia ... we just fucked. We fucked for over an hour. Now I'm tired and have to get some sleep."
"Please? I'm so horny! Fuck me!"
"What's with you, Sylvia? You can't be horny after all the fucking we just did!" But obviously she was. Her pleading and moaning went right on. By then, Dan's eyes had adjusted to the faint light of the moon that filtered through their bedroom drapes, and he saw that Sylvia was asleep. His sexy twenty-eight-year-old wife was dreaming.
"Some dream!" he said with a smile. Her tits heaved beneath the sheet, and her nipples were so hard he could see them outlined perfectly. "It's nice to know you want my cock even when you're asleep."
"Ooooooh, yes! I love your prick. It's the biggest, most beautiful prick I ever saw. Please fuck me with it ... please, Paul!"
"PAUL? Who the hell is Paul?"
"Huh?" Sylvia was not quite awake, but her eyes fluttered and both hands slid beneath the sheet to finger her juicy cunt. "Hhhhhmmm, my pussy is so hot! Is that why you woke me up?"
"No, I want to know who Paul is!"
"Paul?" She said the name as though it. was completely strange to her. "I don't know...."
"You were dreaming about him-begging for his big cock in your sleep."
"Oh, Paul! Paul Carver. You remember, we met him at my high school class reunion last weekend."
"No, I don't remember-"
"He's tall, distinguished looking, has dark wavy hair." Now fully awake, there was still excitement in her voice when she spoke of him.
"And a big hot prick!" Dan said angrily. "I heard all about it. I'll bet he fucked you when you were in high school, and you liked his cock so much, you're still hot for his big prick ten years later."
"Oh, God no! Paul was a total nerd back then. None of the girls would have anything to do with him." Then she sighed and said wistfully: "I could hardly believe how much he'd changed!"
"If none of the girls had anything to do with him, how do you know he's got such a big cock?" Dan demanded. The dreamy look of yearning in her eyes really pissed him off.
"I-I don't know for sure," she said.
"But you'd sure as hell like to find out, wouldn't you?"
"Well...." Angry as Dan was, she didn't dare tell him the truth.
"Go on, say it! You stinking slut, you want his big cock so much you dream about it!"
"All right, God damn it ... yes! I'd love to fuck Paul Carver. I saw his huge cock bulging in his pants, and when he danced with me, it got so fucking hot I could feel it burn right through my dress-"
"You sneaking whore! Is that why you danced so much that night ... so you could rub your fucking cunt on some other guy's cock?"
"I guess so," she confessed. "It's exciting to feel a guy's cock get really hard-"
"Like this, you mean?" Dan threw back the sheet. His cock stood tall and hard, throbbing with the heat of sullen rage. "All right, bitch. You wanted a big cock-there it is! Go to it, baby. Start sucking my prick before I ram it down your throat!"
"Sure, Dan. I'll do anything you want."
Sylvia was afraid not to. His glaring eyes looked like two black pools of boiling oil, and she did not want to think what he might do if she said she really didn't want to suck his cock. She wanted to have a good cunt-ripping fuck like she'd been dreaming about.
Slowly, with her lips spread and trembling nervously, Sylvia bent over her husband's upraised cock. She hadn't seen his prick so hard and blazing hot since their wedding night over nine years ago, and she knew he was going to ram it all down her throat at once. She just new it!
"You know why I want to fuck your face?" he asked. Anger still smoldered in his voice, and she could feel pulsing waves of heat radiating from his long prick.
"Why, Dan?" she asked, cowering as she bent lower, bracing herself for a vicious fuck thrust.
"Because when your God damned mouth is full of my cock, I won't have to hear any more about what's-his-name?"
"Paul," she said without thinking.
"Hhhhuuuunngh!"
He clasped his hands behind her head, curling his fingers tightly in her silky red hair, and he tugged to force her head down as he fucked his hips and jammed the thick head of his cock into her mouth.
"Muuuugh!" she groaned. The move was so sudden, she almost choked in surprise.
"Come on, cunt-face ... you haven't got anywhere near all of my cock yet. You wanted a big cock, and you're gonna get it!"
"Nuuuuphh!" she gasped, straining to swallow the rigid thickness of Dan's angry cock.
His cock completely filled her throat and blocked her airway, so she couldn't breathe. He kept tugging with his strong hands tangled in her fiery hair, forcing her down farther on his prick.
"Move your lips, fuck-face. So far, it's like sticking my prick through a knothole in a fence! Suck my cock, bitch. Suck it good before I get bored and break your damn neck!"
"Wwwhhhaaa?" Sylvia tried, but the chill of fear numbed her whole body. She could hardly think, except about how desperately she needed to breathe. She couldn't begin to work her lips and tongue on his cock the way he demanded.
"Why don't you tell me how much you want Paul's big cock now? Maybe that'll stir some life in your worthless face."
"Graaahh!" she cried, and her chest heaved in a gulping frenzy for air.
Dan could feel her rock-hard nipples touch his thighs, then the soft press of her ripe, creamy smooth tits. Finally, she was able to relax the rigid fear that kept her throat clamped on his unyielding shaft.
"Hhhhhuuuugh!" she rasped and then felt him drive her down his cock until her spread lips were chafing in his wiry patch of cock hair.
Her throat quivered wildly now. Dan could feel the tense churning of her sleek wet throat. Her hot breath steamed around his aching cock shaft each time she gulped in air, then the soft, slippery clamp of her mouth closed on his prick again.
"Aaahhh, that's better ... but still not good enough!"
He jerked her head up and down his cock with dizzying speed, rocking his hips at the same time to intensify the force each time her quaking lips collided with his hairy loins.
"Aagh. Ungh. Heee!"
Sylvia could feel the pulse in his long prick quicken as he rammed deeper in, twisting his hips with slow, sadistic delight. She could tell he was about to come, and she gushed a grateful sigh.
"Don't get too damn excited," he snarled. "The way you were begging for that other guy's cock, I don't think you're good enough to drink my fuck cream."
He pulled on her hair with both hands, lifting her head, dragging her lips up the full length of his twitching prick. The cruel tension made her scalp burn, and her lips sucked wildly, trying to cling to his cock.
"I want it!" she cried as it popped out of her mouth. "Oh, please ... I want to feel you come!"
The heat and strength of his anger excited her. As the tingling thrill swept away her fears, she hungered for his cock and the sweltering load of jism she knew was about to gush. It was torture to be dragged away from it and held by the hair with his thick, blue-red cockhead throbbing an inch out of reach.
"Uuuuunngh! Please ... let me suck your cock. I'm so hot now, I can taste your hot jism already!"
Dan yawned, pretending to be totally bored. "You gotta do better than that. You sounded a lot more excited when you were begging for Paul Carver's big dick." He enjoyed tormenting her.
"Huuuunngh!" She lunged, smacking her lips, anguished by the sight of his straining cock just out of reach.
Sylvia watched Dan's balls pull up in their hairy sac, and then she saw the thick root of his cock swell from the steaming pressure. His first searing spurt of jizz was on its way.
"PLEEEEEASE!" She lunged again, only to have her head snapped back by a savage pull on her hair.
"Aaaagh!" she wailed in frustration. "Yuuuugh!"
A thick charge of jizz shot from the slit of Dan's swollen cockhead and splattered on her upper lip. She thrust out her tongue and licked greedily at the slick gob of cum dripping slowly into her mouth.
Dan arched his back, raising his stiff cock until it was just a tantalizing fraction of an inch from the lash of Sylvia's swirling tongue. Then he fired a second shot of jizz. This sprayed on the point of her chin. He dragged her head down and let the next gush of cum hit the bridge of her nose. It split and ran both ways, dampening her eyes with thick, creamy warmth.
"Aaaagh!" Sylvia howled. Not only was he wasting his salty-sweet cum, he was humiliating her with it as well, making her beg and plead in babbling frustration, then laughing in bitter triumph as he sprayed shot after shot of jism all over her face.
"Rub my cum in!" he told her. "I've heard jism is good for the skin! Smear it around with your hands, bitch!"
"Yes, yes!" Sylvia whimpered and spread her hands, smearing her face with the sticky, splattered jism. His jizz kept coming-so fast now, that it felt almost like a steady stream.
"Smear some on your titties too," Dan said. "We want to keep those big tits of yours nice and creamy smooth!"
"You bastard," she moaned, but she did as she was told, massaging his thick jism into the tender flesh of her full, beautiful tits.
"Work some jizz into those big red nipples too! Harder ... I want to see your tits swell from the heat of my hot fuck cream!
Her swirling fingers, slicked with jism, made her nipples ache and burn.
"Aaaaahhh," she cried helplessly. It made her pussy seethe and churn, hotter than it was before.
The angry flow of cum slackened. Dan's thick cock gave a final twitch, and a single gleaming drop of jism rose to its slotted tip without enough force to jet away.
"That I'll let you have," he said. He released the painful pressure on her scalp, and she pitched forward toward his cock. "Gulp my cum down, you cheating bitch!"
"Yyyyuuummm!" She attacked his prick hungrily, pumping her cum-slicked hands up and down his cock, trying vainly to milk out another delicious spurt of jism.
"Hhhmmmmmm," Dan purred, despite his seething rage. The hot, wet gliding friction of her anxious hands felt great. "I like that!"
Sylvia's slick hands drummed faster, trying to keep the straining vigor in his cock.
"I'd love it if I didn't know you were dreaming about that other asshole's prick while you try to jack-off mine."
"No, Dan ... no! Yours is the only cock I want. I don't know why I had that crazy dream." Her slippery hands blurred up and down, grasping and squeezing his cock in eager and reassuring waves. "Yours is the only cock I want. Now I want to keep it hard so you can fuck my hungry cunt. Unnngh! Beating your hot cock meat makes my cunt soooo hot, I can't wait!"
"Bullshit!" He jerked her head to the side and threw her down flat on the bed, limp as a discarded rag. "You can't lie to me, you cheating whore. I know you too well. I can see the God damned horny gleam in your eye, and it isn't my prick you're dreaming about, is it?"
"Nooooo," she sobbed, trembling as he turned and leaned over her, pressing her shoulders hard against the mattress with his hands. "I just can't help it. Paul is exciting-he's so tall and handsome. It's-it's like the way you are when you look at Car la who lives across the street!"
"That's different!"
"I know ... and that's what's exciting. I'm tall and have red hair. Carla is petite and a brunette. Don't tell me you haven't wondered what a tiny woman's cunt is like!"
"So, I wonder about it. I don't beg and drool for Carla's pussy in my God damned sleep!"
"I'm sorry about that ... but since the reunion, I haven't been able to get him off my mind."
"What do I have to do, beat it out of you?"
"No!! she gasped. By the look in his dark eyes, he looked ready to do exactly that. "Don't touch me!"
"I won't." he promised. But there was a sly, evil twist to the way he said it. "I won't lay a hand on you!" He leaped off the bed. His body was strong and compactly built, and his bulging muscles flexed with swelling rage.
Dan jerked the two-inch-wide black leather belt from a pair of work pants draped over the back of a chair. He gripped the buckle in his right hand, then coiled the two turns of gleaming leather around his knuckles.
"Roll over!" he demanded. "I'm going to whip your pretty ass. I'm going to make it burn and hurt so much, you won't even dream of lying on your back for that bastard Paul Carver."
"Don't!" she begged him in a grating voice. "Please don't! I'll fuck you, I'll do anything else you want ... but I-aaaagh!"
When Sylvia didn't roll over, he lashed out at her heaving belly mound. She winced, shrieking with pain, and balled herself into a knot. She could feel a stinging welt swell in a diagonal stripe from her left hip to the bottom of her creamy right tit.
Jerking herself into a ball with her legs tightly curled above her chest, only exposed the smooth, deeply cleft cheeks of her ass. He swung the heavy belt in a hissing sidearm arc.
"Yeeeeoooow!" Sylvia's legs shot up straight in the air, and her hands flew down to cover her ass. "Damn you! Don't ... that hurts! Ooowww! Eeey!"
The rich aroma of hot leather mixed and mingled with the scent of cold sweat. Dan grinned as he gulped it in, enjoying the way his wife writhed, twisting and squirming on their big king-sized bed.
"I told you to roll over-now do it! Show me that cute little ass of yours before I get really pissed and decide to whip off the jizz smeared all over your cheating face!"
"All right!" Sylvia flopped over on her belly, so tense with fearful expectation that he could see the dark lips of her ass clamp tight as a knot.
"Close your eyes too," Dan said. "Dream and tell me what you see-"
"Yoooouuuu!" she whined. "Only you, Dan!"
"What color is my hair?"
"Black-oooooh!" She shivered with a new wave of fear. Dan's hair was a light, sandy shade of brown. And the stinging slap of leather cracked across her ass before she could correct her obvious mistake.
"Yyyyyeeeaaaahhhh!" she wailed, jack-knifed by the burning pain. That raised her naked ass in the air and made it an even more inviting target.
Dan's heavy belt hissed and slapped again, leaving a wide red welt on her ass that shimmered with the heat of pain. Sylvia screamed and pleaded for mercy, but he was deaf to her pleas. The thrill of whipping the cheating bitch brought fresh blood hammering back into his cock. He could hardly wait to fuck her tightly clamped little shithole.
Confusion swirled in Sylvia's tortured mind. Pain burned and twisted every nerve in her body, but the stinging pain brought shocks of tingling anticipation as well. She knew her strong, stocky husband would never be content just wielding the lash.
When her head jerked to the side, she could see how large and hard his cock had grown. Gazing through eyes misted with tears, she began to wonder why she'd ever wanted another. His prick strained with savage power, and despite the burning pain, she could hardly wait to have him ram his cock in her cunt.
"Fuck me!" she whined. "Please, Dan! Whipping has made my pussy burn! Fuck me, Dan! Dan, please! Oh, Dan...." She repeated his name often, hoping that would convince him her mind had been whipped clear.
He wasn't convinced. His rough upbringing along the waterfront and working on the docks had given him the keen instincts of a jungle cat. Sylvia is lying through her clenched, chattering teeth, he thought. And she knows damn well she is.
"Don't try to shit me, you stupid cunt!" He lashed out with the belt again, adding another blazing welt to the criss-crossed pattern on her ass.
Sylvia yelped, twitching and jerking from the pain, trying to shout above her tortured wails to make himself heard.
"All you see in that sonuvabitch is the phony poise and polish-"
"Paul is a real gentleman!" she screamed back at him. "Not a fucking beast like you!"
Dan ignored the snarling insult and said: "Move your hands, baby ... the beast is hot enough now to fuck that shapely ass of yours!"
"No!" Sylvia tightened her grasp, bulging the firm but compliant flesh of her ass between her fingers. "You know I don't like it up my ass! I hate it! I want you to fuck my cunt!"
"I'm not going to fuck anything you got hot for Mr. Bigcock Perfect Gentleman Paul Carver. I'm gonna fuck your ass until shit runs out your nose. Then you can take your itchy cunt to him and find out for yourself what kind of a fuck he is."
Sylvia felt a wild shiver of delight along with cold waves of fear. In the heat of anger, Dan had actually given her permission to fuck Paul Carver. The idea of fucking him made her heart race, easing the sweltering sting of pain.
"Oooohhhh," Sylvia moaned softly. She could feel Dan working the thick head of his cock around in the wet mouth of her drooling cunt-just the way she imagined Paul might do.
"Ooooooh, I love it! Fuck me now ... stuff my pussy full! Ungh, I'm so hot to fuck your big cock!" she was careful not to say the name forming on her trembling lips: Paul.
Dan knew what she was thinking, and he didn't give a shit. It wasn't his wife's cunt he wanted anyway. He let his stiff cock spring up, slopping sweet cunt juice from the mouth of her fuck hole to the darkly puckered ring of her ass.
"Aaaaagh!" she howled when he lunged and speared her tightly clenched asshole. Dan grinned, feeling the writhing torture of her tight little shit tube.
Sylvia convulsed, bucking her ass in response to sharp pain, then moaning softly as that pain melted into warm, glowing pleasure. She was happy, even excited to let her brutal husband fuck her ass. In her mind, she was fucking the tall, dark and handsome friend from her high school years, Paul Carver.
"Ram your cock in!" she cried. "Fuck me hard!" Make it hurt! Ungh! I love a big cock ... I just can't get enough!" A sly, deceitful grin curled her lips as she thought how great it would be when she actually felt Paul's big cock in her cunt.
Dan grunted, driving his prick into her ass with all his strength, enjoying the way her little shithole pulsed and seethed. It didn't matter to him that she was thinking of someone else. Her tight little ass was just the way he'd always imagined Carla's cunt would be. Visions of their petite, raven-haired neighbor danced invitingly before his eyes as he thrust and reamed, twisting and grinding his hot prick as deep in her ass as he could.
After a few minutes of thrusting, twisting fucking, they both tensed and wailed, enjoying the wildest, most thrilling climax of their married life. And neither one of them knew exactly why.
CHAPTER TWO
"Hi, Dan!" Carla called from across the street when he stepped out on the porch in his robe to pick up the morning paper.
"Hi, Carla!" He beamed a smile and gazed with admiring eyes.
Carla was like a sexy little elf, barely five feet tall, but finely and perfectly proportioned. She had firm, proud, sharp-jutting little tits, a narrow waist a man could almost put his hands around, flaring hips and a small, neatly curved ass.
"Looks like you could use a cup of hot coffee," she said in a cheery voice.
"Could I ever! I was up half the night!"
"I heard!" A lewd grin curled her tiny mouth. "Come on over. I just brewed a fresh pot." Then Carla turned and walked back into the house, her small hips swaying seductively beneath her filmy black robe.
Gleaming black hair fell down her back all the way to the crack of her ass. Dan could see the soft glow of her warm flesh even through the fabric of her figure-hugging robe.
"You could hear us clear over here?" he asked as he crossed the street, walking like a man in a trance. The tiny, recently divorced little bitch had never looked sexier.
She laughed softly-the sound of girlish innocence-but then she said: "Yes, you horny bastard ... I wore out the battery in my vibrator trying to keep it up. I never heard Sylvia so damn hot!"
"It wasn't quite like you thought," Dan said in a gloomy tone. He felt some guilt for whipping his wife, even though they had both enjoyed the wild climax that brought on. "I can't imagine a woman as good-looking as you having to fuck with a God damned mechanical cock."
"Hey, when she's divorced, a woman does what she has to do."
"I just thought you could do a lot better." Dan gave her a look that expressed all his longings.
"I think maybe now I can," Carla replied. She seemed to bask in his leering gaze.
In spite of desire that had been smoldering since the night before, Dan could not help thinking of Sylvia. "I just don't understand that wife of mine," he said with a long sigh. "We went to a reunion of her high school class last weekend, and ever since, she had been hot for some big tall rich bastard's prick."
"Ooooh, I understand that," Carla said as calmly as though they were discussing the chance of rain. "She's in her late twenties. The age of thirty is hanging over her like a thundercloud. She needs to be reassured that she's still attractive, still able to make a man's cock leap up."
"I'm sure that's never been a problem for you," Dan said.
"That's what you think! When my husband left me, my head went to Shit City for a while. He took up with a blonde almost six feet tall, and I kept wondering: "what's wrong with me?"
Carla poured the coffee and then sat down with Dan at the kitchen table. As she slid into her seat, the front of her filmy robe parted. Dan could see the delicate taper of her tiny leg and an incredibly wide, dense triangle of shiny black cunt hair. He grinned, wetting his lips with a sweep of his tongue.
"There isn't a thing wrong with you!"
"That's what I finally figured out. He just wanted some variety, that's all. And then I decided I did too."
"Aaaah, what kind of variety?" Dan's cock was swelling hard, and the more he looked at Carla's slim, narrow crotch, the harder his prick got.
"My husband was tall and skinny as a rail, so I like men with muscles. Big, hard muscles, if you know what I mean." Carla crossed her legs, and the front of her robe fell open wide.
Dan's gaze inched up the creamy thighs and locked on her tangle of dark, tightly curled cunt hair.
"He was also timid as a mouse," Carla said, smiling when she felt the heat of his leering gaze. "That made me want a guy with balls enough to just grab me, drag me off and fuck me silly."
Dan was about to do just that. His cock throbbed hard, aching with desire. His breath rasped hot and dry in his throat.
"Of course, I'd fight back. I wouldn't just let him fuck me." She spoke softly, matter-of-factly, but there was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. "But a man as strong as I want-he wouldn't have much trouble raping a woman my size. He'd have me on my back in a minute!"
Dan grinned, wondering if it would even take him that long. Carla couldn't weigh more than a hundred pounds.
"But he'd have to tie me up," she said. "I'm stronger than I look...."
While she spoke, her slender fingers toyed with the sleek black cord that belted her robe.
His breath quickened as he thought about overpowering her, wondering if that's what she really wanted or if it was just bullshit flirting like a lot of women do. As if to answer the questions in his mind, Carla slid a hand into her lap and began to tease her tight curls of cunt hair. Then her slender middle finger lanced out and wiggled into the mouth of her hidden cunt.
"Want more coffee?" she asked coyly. "It's plenty hot!"
"I'll bet it is!" He slid his cup toward her and said: "Yeah, I'd like to have some."
Carla reached for the cup with her free hand, but he grabbed her arm, coiling his strong fingers around her wrist. "We don't need that," he told her. "What I want from you won't fit in a cup."
"Huuuuunngh!" she recoiled instinctively, startled by the strength of his hand locked around her wrist. "Don't! I-I was only kidding. I didn't mean what I said about-"
"Bullshit!" Dan rose to his feet, dragging her with him. "You want to fuck as much as I do, you little witch!"
"No!"
She pulled her hand out of her pussy and slapped at his face. He brought up a burly arm and easily blocked the blow. He grabbed her wrist, holding it close to his face while he sniffed the sweet dampness gleaming on the finger that she'd been spinning in her cunt.
"I'll bet your pussy tastes as good as it smells," he said, amused by her feeble efforts to wrench free from his grasp. He lifted her hand, circled his lips and sucked the sweet cunt-honey from her hand.
"Aaaghhh!" she grunted in protest. She tugged against one hand then the other, but Dan had no trouble holding her, and he delighted in taking his time licking away her rich tasting cunt oil. "Hhhuuugh!"
Carla strained helplessly until Dan had eaten his fill. Then he whipped her arm around behind her back and pressed it into her long cascade of silky raven hair. He turned her around so her back was toward him and bent her other arm behind her so he could hold both small wrists with one hand.
"You bastard!" she hissed. She squirmed left and right, but even with both of her arms working against one hand, she could not break his powerful grip. "Aaaack!"
Dan slid his other hand around her slender, doll-like waist, reaching to free the knotted cord belt. "Blame yourself, baby ... you're the one who gave me the idea."
"Yes," Carla gulped, "but I didn't know it would be like this!"
She writhed uselessly, straining both arms. She grunted and moaned in frustration and felt his hand glide around her, his fingers working to free the slinky cord knotted around her waist.
"Aaaahhhh!" she cried.
As he dragged it free, he let his hand slide down to her luxuriously furred pussy. "Uuunnngh!" He combed his fingers through her tangled curls, reaching for the soft pink lips of her hidden cunt.
Carla jerked back her hips, away from Dan's probing middle finger, but he tracked her juicy, musk-dripping cunt like a hound. Straining effort and the racing beat of her heart quickly reddened her milk-white skin. He could feel the tempting warmth of her cunt as she pressed against him.
"Aaahhh!" he sighed as he worked a finger into her pussy. He still couldn't see her cunt, but he could feel how small and tight it was. Even with her slick cuntjuice in full flow, he had to press hard to force his finger between her trembling cunt lips.
"Damn!" he said with obvious delight. "I don't think my big cock will even fit in a tiny little cunt like that ... not unless we open it up a bit first!"
He spiraled his finger in her tight wet pussy, enjoying the wet and slithering grasp of its sleek walls.
"Oooooh, God!"
His thick finger went in her cunt deep, driving her ass backward until the cleft of her ass rammed against the hard-on throbbing in his pants.
The press of her warm, softly domed little ass cheeks made the heat and raging stiffness of Dan's cock increase. His prick stood upright, straining to escape confinement in his clothes.
"Aaahhh," he gasped twisting his finger deep in Carla's sultry little pussy.
She answered with an anguished grunt and massaged his trapped cock with the crack of her ass when she tried to wiggle free.
"I'm gonna like ramming all my hot cock meat into your cunt, Carla. I can hardly wait to fill your little fuck hole.!" He slid his twirling finger from her cunt and brought the cord around to bind her wrists behind her back.
"Fill it? Christ, you'll rip my pussy apart!"
She moaned, half in fear and half in joyous expectation. She felt the silky cord loop and tighten around her wrists as Dan gave a satisfied grunt and pulled the knot tight.
Some of her long, glossy black hair tangled in the knot, forming a convenient handle that ran the length of her back. He grabbed a handful of hair near her scalp and turned and started for the door to the hall.
"Hhhaaaa?" she cried.
The quickness of his move unbalanced her. She pitched backward, dragged by the soft waves of her hair. It was thrilling, as she'd expected, but frightening, too. His angry desire was fast turning her lusty dream into a nightmare.
Dan's anger from the night before still flared. Carla saw the wicked gleam in his eye as he whipped her around and jerked her off her feet.
"I guess the bedroom is back here...." His house and hers had much the same floor plan.
"You're huuurrrting me!" she wailed.
"Just like you wanted-"
"No! No, not any more. Please!"
Carla's black slippers fell off, one after the other, as Dan dragged her down the hall to the back of the house. Her feet kicked and scuffed along the floor, but she could not gather them beneath her to ease the horrible pain in her scalp.
"You said you wanted to be dragged off ... I'm draggin'. You wanted to be fucked, and I'm gonna fuck you too, baby. I'm gonna fuck that little cunt of yours until it bleeds!"
In the bedroom, Dan pulled Carla up and launched her toward the bed. She hit the soft, ruffled edge and pitched forward, sprawled faced down on the pink satin spread.
The sleek, shining material felt cold against her skin, and it rustled from the frenzy of her writhing. She tugged against the cord binding her wrists, but could not squirm free. The loops of the cord pulled tight and chafed her tender skin.
"Ooooh, shit!" she grunted. She could hear Dan slide out of his robe and pajamas. They hit the floor with a soft hiss. She could hear the anxious rasp of each excited breath he took.
Dan pushed Carla's slender legs apart and crawled between them. The tight, puckered ring of her shitter lay exposed, swaying back and forth as she pulled against the cord. Below that, fringed by kinky black curls, he saw the soft, trembling lips of her tiny cunt. They looked as pink and sleek and slippery as the satin spread beneath her belly.
Dan bent over her and forced his bobbing cock down with one hand, pressing and stirring the hot wet cunt oils oozing from her narrow cunt.
"Hhhhooo, God! Your cock's too big, Dan. Look how small my pussy is ... you'll kill me with a cock like that!"
"At least you'll die happy," he said without concern.
The wavering lips of Carla's slim cunt puffed and spread softly on the huge padded head of his cock. They pulsed, steaming with desire, and he could feel the shimmering waves of heat.
For just an instant, he felt a twinge of guilt for binding Carla and forcing her face-down across the bed. Her tormented wails had finally reached the gentle side of his nature. But then, by the way she purred as he worked his cock around her wet-lipped little fuck-hole, he knew she was going to get exactly what she wanted-what she'd been asking for one way or another ever since she first saw him.
"Eeeeasy!" she pleaded. "Work your prick in slow ... give my tiny cunt time to adjust. Huuuunngh! My husband's cock wasn't half that big!"
"And you were dreaming about a big one all the time you were married, weren't you?"
"Yuuggh-Yyyeeess! Hhha! But not like this! Shiiiiit!"
Dan never did understand one thing about women-why they always wanted what they didn't have. Women with dark hair all want to be blondes. If their hair is straight, they want it curly or the other way around. The smart ones all want to be sexy, the sexy ones want a man to admire their brains.
"Only one way are you cunts all the same," Dan said. "You say yes when you mean no ... no when you mean yes, but your cunts all drool for a big, hot cock. The bigger the better, huh cunt?"
"No! God, no!"
Dan chuckled. It didn't matter what her mouth said, the lips of her cunt were begging for his long prick. They spread and pulled with a tight sucking motion that nearly drove him wild.
"Aaaaagh!" Carla bent her back and tossed her head as she took another inch of his prick. "Hhhhhaaaa!" She loved and hated what was happening to her. It was such delightful torture.
Her tight, juicy little cunt shivered from the stabbing pain, but gasps of sheer bliss gushed from her lips. Her confidence swelled from knowing she could make a man so fucking hot.
Self-doubt and insecurity were swept away, first by the sharp pain and then by the deep-reaching joy. She knew a strong handsome man wanted to fuck her enough to rape her and not give a damn what she said.
"Ooohhh, that's the sweetest, tightest cunt my big cock has felt in a long time!"
Her wet grip on his prick became intense. Taut waves pulled on the shaft of his cock-smooth friction sleek and wet.
"I like it too! UUUUNGH! I love your cock! I love the way it hurts!" Her fingers clawed blindly behind her back, itching to reach the thick cock root she felt sinking into her pussy.
Carla reached back and worked her fingers in his thick mat of cock hair, grunting and purring as she finally worked one hand around far enough to get a grip on his cock.
"Huuuunnhhh!" Dan gasped as her fingers closed and squeezed his prick near its base. He rammed forward, trapping her hand between the hard bone and muscle of his groin and the soft, smooth little domes of her ass.
Her fingers swirled around his prick, warmed by the searing impulses she felt in its swollen veins. "God, your cock's soooo big! I can't see how my cunt can stand it!"
But the grip of her pussy was even tighter than her hand. Dan jerked back, wrenching free from her hand. Then he rammed forward and drove his cock all the way in.
"Hhhuurrrgh!" she gasped, her cunt ripped and burned inside by the sudden fuck thrust. "Oh, you big fucker! Hhhoooo!"
Dan gulped, savoring the tight, slithering motions he felt darting up and down his long prick. Her rings of wet cunt muscle clamped and slackened in a heated frenzy.
"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck me hard. Really ram your prick in! I want it all, you big prick! I want every fucking inch of your cock!"
The rasp of excitement in Carla's voice added strength to her lewd demands. She shivered anxiously, clenching her teeth against the expected pain, arching her back at the same time-eager to meet it.
"Hhhaaa, you're a hot little bitch! I love the way your pussy begs for my cock!"
Dan drilled his cock into her, screwing his hips as he pressed down, mashing her hands and flattening the arch of her back.
"Wwwhhooof!" A jet of hot breath shot out of Carla's mouth. Her lips quaked, gasping dry and hot. "Damn you ... ooooh, it hurts when you fuck me like that. It hurts just like I want!"
Dan began a slow, steady fucking rhythm, lifting and then driving down. His swollen cock head spread the clinging grasp of her cunt, sliding in until it reached the end of her fuck tube and burst with a heated swell in the larger, dark chamber deep inside her cunt.
Drawing back, he felt the first taut ring resist, clamping itself on his prick shaft, burning his thick cockhead as it passed.
"Oh, God ... I've never had cock in there before. It feels like you're shoving it up into my throat!"
Dan increased the speed and force of his fuck thrusts, slapping Carla's ass and then whipping back until just the pink rim of her pussy lips tingled the giant knob of his cock. Faster and faster he spiked his prick in. She gushed excitedly, twitching and groaning each time she felt his crushing weight on her tiny frame.
"Huuuuhhhh! Fuck me! Do it, Dan ... ram me full of cock! Rip my little pussy! I don't care. Oh, shit ... yes. Fuck your prick in. Make meeee come!"
She'd started already. Dan felt the first tense shiver of impending joy. Her nerves twanged like tightly drawn wires, so loaded with steaming pressure that her mind could not endure the joyous strain. Only in the explosive joy of orgasm could she find relief.
Dan's hairy ball sac slapped on her spread thighs and the rapid jarring began to loosen his boiling store of fuck-cream. His cum surged in his aching nuts, heating and swelling them hard.
Carla flattened her hands and threw her shoulders back until she could reach Dan's nuts. One of her small hands could hardly hold them both. Her slender fingers pulsed and further increased the steaming pressure inside his sac.
"Your nuts feel as big and fuzzy as tennis balls!" she gasped.
She giggled, tense with girlish excitement. The massive size and burning strength of his prick and balls began to blur her mind.
"I can hardly wait to feel how much jizz your nuts hold! Ooooh, shoot your cum into me Dan. I'm coming, and I need to feel your fuck cream!"
"Aaaaaghhh!" He could not have stopped his orgasm if he wanted to.
The anxious pulsing of Carla's fingers pumped wave after wave of excitement into Dan's cock. Silvery fuck-cream swelled the pipe along the bottom of his big prick, straining his cock muscles and searing his nerves. Then jism sprayed from his strangled cockhead and jetted deep into her pussy.
"Hhhoooo!" Carla arched, screaming with joy when she felt the spray of his jizz. It shot into her seething cunt and splattered her cunt walls. Then his cock whipped back and rammed in her pussy deeper still, jetting off an even greater charge of jism.
Dan slammed his hairy groin down on Carla, moaning and writhing when he felt her soft flesh. Her fingers twitched, teasing his nuts, and they belched waves of hot fiery cum.
Carla moaned and then screamed. Her shrill cries reached a wild pitch, then her body gave one last convulsive heave. She uttered a sharp gasp and fell limp beneath him.
A full minute passed before either of them could speak. During that time, Carla could still feel the tremors of Dan's big cock, its searing heat slowly fading.
"Ooooooh, Dan ... that was the best fuck! Ungh! I've never had a climax quite as good as that!" She had forgotten completely about the cord binding her arms. In the heat of passion, it had become part of the straining tension that touched every nerve in her small body.
"Was it a good fuck for you, too?"
"Yeah, it was ... but not as good as I think your little ass will be!"
"Oh, no! Dan, you can't do that!" she cried, knowing that was exactly what he wanted to hear.
CHAPTER THREE
Sylvia awoke smiling, still warm with remembered joy. The pain of being whipped and the heat of the wild climax it provoked still burned fresh in her mind. With her eyes still half-closed, she reached over and felt Dan's side of the bed. He was usually there with his giant cock already hard. Most mornings, he wanted a good hot fuck before breakfast. But this morning, his side of the bed was empty.
She sat up, shivering with disappointment, remembering what he'd said the night before about wanting to fuck that tiny little black-haired bitch, Carla, who lived across the street. He was probably with her right now, ramming his big cock into her tiny cunt.
"I hope he kills her with his cock!" she rasped to the empty room. "She deserves it, the way she wiggles her ass all over the neighborhood just begging to be fucked!"
Then Sylvia breathed a long sigh, realizing she'd done much the same thing at her high school class reunion, deliberately enticing Paul Carver, dancing so close and so seductively that she could feel his massive cock swell inside his expensive, custom-tailored suit.
At first, she'd told herself that she only wanted to make Dan a little jealous. But then she realized what a thrill it was to heat another man's big cock and make him burn with desire. Now she knew she had to feel Paul's long, thick cock inside of her cunt. Dan could fuck the little cunt across the street! He could miss work and fuck her all day long-she didn't care. She had decided to satisfy her needs, too.
Sylvia got up slowly, stiff with lingering pain from the beating she'd received the night before. A grimly determined smile curled her lips as she walked, flouncing her long, fiery red hair, and a lusty twinkle blazed in her eyes by the time she reached the telephone in the hall.
Paul had written his home number on the back of his business card and given it to her at the reunion. She'd taken it to be polite-nothing more- never expecting to call-never dreaming that she'd be dialing his number so early in the morning and twirling the first finger of her other hand around her juicy clit at the same time.
She cradled the receiver between her shoulder and ear, pitching her long waves of flaming red hair down one side of her back.
"Hhhmmmm!" she purred, making a sound like the grating rasp of Paul's phone. "Hhhhhmmmm!" Spinning her clit while she thought of him made her pussy burn, and the pain of her welts faded from her mind.
"Hello?" Paul answered in a deep voice.
"Good morning, Paul."
"Sylvia!" he said at once. "How good of you to call!"
She beamed a broad smile, delighted that he recognized her voice. "You asked me to, remember?"
"Yes, and I hoped ... but didn't really think you would. I assumed that husband of yours kept you chained to the bed."
"Not any more," she said. Her voice had a steely ring. "I-I'd like to see you again." She sounded as nervous as a young school girl discussing her first date.
"Sure," Paul agreed quickly. "Why don't we have lunch?"
"Er, no-I need to see you right away."
Her mind raced to find a reason. Despite her raging desire, she did not feel brazen enough to speak the truth and tell Paul that she was itching to fuck at eight o'clock in the morning.
"I've got to talk to someone," she said. "Dan whipped me with his belt last night!" She grinned, pleased with herself for being so clever. What man could resist a line like that?
"You poor dear!" Paul's mellow voice rang with sympathy and understanding. "Of course, come over right away!"
"Ungh, yes ... I will." And, she thought, I might come right now just from hearing his sexy voice. "I have the address, I'll be there soon."
She dressed hurriedly, slipping into a clingy black crepe dress without putting on either panties or a bra. And then she turned before the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door, admiring the lush curves of her body.
"Not bad for a woman your age!" she said to the smiling reflection. Tits still firm and proud, ass still sleek and round.
In the cab on the way to Paul's apartment, Sylvia felt tingling excitement, and she began to finger her clit again, turning it in tight little circles right through the slinky fabric of her dress. The musky scent of cunt filled the cab, and the driver had an envious grin on his face by the time they reached the address she'd given him.
She also had a spreading wet spot between her legs. It gleamed like a beacon in the morning light. The doorman saw that and smiled knowingly as he said: "Mr. Carver is in the penthouse, ma'am."
Paul ushered her into his luxurious penthouse suite with a sigh and murmured words of sympathy. "Would you like some coffee?" he asked.
Sylvia was about to say yes, but then changed her mind. "What I really need is a drink."
"Some champagne?" he suggested.
"Yes, that would be nice." And romantic, she was thinking. Paul looked so dashing in his satin robe.
"Now, clear your mind," he said as he handed her a long-stemmed glass of sparkling wine. "You said that your husband whipped you?"
"Yes ... yes he did. With a heavy leather belt." Sylvia was so excited, she found it hard to sound properly sorrowful.
"The beast!"
"Then he fucked me in the ass!" she blurted with a wracking sob.
"No! What kind of an animal would do that?" He sounded so concerned and shocked that Sylvia failed to notice the strange way his eyes flickered, one corner of his mouth twitching excitedly.
She glanced around the room, anxious to change the subject and not talk about Dan any more. "Your apartment is lovely!" she said, regaining control of her voice.
"I've done rather well with my investments," he said modestly.
"You must have done very well!" It had taken a while for it all to sink in. "The art work and antiques in this room must have cost a fortune!"
Paul just shrugged. "Who would have thought when I was just a scrawny kid in school?"
"I know-" Sylvia giggled nervously. "I thought you were such a wimp."
"I remember." The cutting edge of his answer was lost on her. She was too excited thinking of Paul as he was now-darkly handsome and obviously very rich.
"Would you like to see the rest of the place?" he asked smoothly.
"I'd love to!"
Paul led her to a hand-carved wooden door at the end of the hall and said: "This is the master bedroom."
An enormous canopied bed caught Sylvia's eyes at once, and she went forward eagerly to stroke the dark and luxurious fur spread.
"It's real!" she gasped, not able to even guess what it must have cost.
"Genuine ranch mink," Paul said as casually as he could. His eyes focused intently on the smooth round dome of her ass. The deep, soft cleft showed plainly through the silky black fabric-so plainly that he knew she could have nothing at all on underneath.
"It feels so sleek and soft! Ooooooh, she purred, stroking it fondly. "I'd give anything in the world to have a coat as smooth and elegant as this!" Then she breathed a long sigh heavy with regret. "If only I'd paid more attention to you when we were in school together-"
"Yes ... if only. But none of the good-looking girls would even say hello to me then." Bitterness crackled, a somber undertone.
"Hhhhmmmm!" Sylvia purred, still sweeping her hands through the sleek dense fur. "It makes me want to strip off my clothes and stretch out so I can feel it all over ... all up and down my back."
"Why don't you?" Paul said agreeably. His eyes narrowed to leering dagger points, watching from behind as she slipped out of her clinging dress. Then he grinned and flicked his gaze up at the dark webbed canopy draped like a soft veil above the bed.
Sylvia sank on her back, squirming in the thick fur, spreading her silky red hair wide across the bed. "It feels so good! It's making me hot. Uuuuungh, it makes my whole body tingle!"
"I used to feel that way when I thought about all your silky red hair," Paul told her. "I must have spent my whole senior year wondering if your pussy hair was red too."
"You can see now that it is."
"Yes." But he wasn't even looking at her. His gaze was still on the net canopy hanging above the bed. He touched a button on the wall near the door, and the soft dark net dropped suddenly with an evil swish.
"Aaaaaggghhh!" Sylvia screamed, jolted from her revelry as she became snared in the web. She tried to sit up, but the weight of the net forced her back down.
Paul grinned, amused at her hopeless struggle. Flailing her arms and legs only entangled her worse.
He touched a second button on the wall and something mechanical whirred beneath the bed-something like a winch that drew the silky nylon strands tight.
Sylvia was pressed flat on her back with her arms and legs spread wide, tangled so tightly in the wide mesh that she could not move. She squirmed as she had moments before, but the sleek dark fur no longer brought sensuous joy. It seemed cold and obscene.
"Why?" she gasped. "What are you doing?"
"Getting even," he replied simply. Malice flashed in his eyes, and a wicked grin curved his tightly drawn lips.
"For what?"
"For all the shit you put me through when I was a skinny little nobody. I've spent all the years since getting rich so that I could enjoy my revenge!"
"But, Paul ... I want you now. I came here this morning because I dreamed all night about fucking your big cock-"
"You want me now, but you hurt me before. You probably don't even remember how."
"No," she gulped. "Not exactly." But she did remember some awful things she and other girls had said when Paul was so thin and studded with ugly pimples.
"I finally got up courage enough to ask you for a date, and you told me to turn sideways. Do you remember now?"
"Yes." Her voice quaked, and her ripe body trembled, trapped beneath the webbing. "You were so skinny, I said if you turned sideways you'd disappear-"
"Right!" And Carver flashed a malevolent grin. "I'm turning sideways now, Sylvia. I want you to watch and see if I disappear." As he spoke, Paul did a slow turn, opening and stripping off his robe.
His giant cock leaped out through the slit of his robe, lancing up at a viciously sharp angle-a solid foot of hot cock meat throbbing with years of long-stored resentment.
"Oh, God!" Sylvia gasped. She couldn't take her eyes off his giant prick.
"I've been saving my cock just for you," he said. "It's been growing longer and harder all these years."
Sylvia moaned, sharply aware of the bitter irony. She'd come to Paul Carver's expensively decorated penthouse apartment literally dripping with desire for his big cock. Now it terrified her!
Trapped and struggling like a fish in a net, she moaned and trembled with fear. Paul studied her, pleased by what he saw. One of her beautiful big tits bulged through the square mesh of the net. The other was bound beneath a tightly drawn nylon strand, clef ting it down the middle like a tiny little ass.
"You said your husband whipped you. I can hardly see a mark on you...." His tone was accusing and suspicious.
"They're mostly on my back," she explained nervously. The welts felt raw and fresh, even cushioned in the velvety softness of dark mink. The hammering beat of her heart pumped hot blood that rekindled the pain.
"I'm glad they're on your back," he said. "I want what I do to leave fresh, clean welts that I can see."
He turned then, stark naked, and slowly stroked his cock with one hand while he took a long, loosely coiled whip from the dresser drawer.
He raised it slowly toward his face and looked at her, his eyes gleaming wickedly through loops of braided leather. "As you can seem I am able to afford better than a simple belt. I had this made in Mexico by a real master of the craft."
Paul drew the sinister-looking coils closer to his face, drawing in a long breath. He held it a few moments, savoring the rich, heavy scent of leather.
"I love it," he told her. "The leather was specially aged and treated to make it hard, but still supple enough to follow each luscious curve of a body like yours."
"Uuunnngh!" she cried with an inward gasp. Paul gripped the heavy knobbed handle of the whip and let the limber coils drop in long black waves around his feet.
"The craftsman told me the whip would not be thoroughly seasoned until it was well used. It should work even better on you than it did on the others-"
"Whhaaa? What others?" One strand of the taut net worked its way into her mouth as she spoke. The winch whirred softly beneath the bed, drawing out the slack that was left.
"Ooooooh-" Paul smiled, still stroking his huge prick with slow, gliding strokes of his hand. "I lied when I said I'd been saving this just for you. First there was Carolyn ... you remember her from school-a beautiful blonde with long golden hair."
"Yuugh-yeeesss."
"And then there was Gina, the cheerleader with dark brown hair, long and shimmering soft like the mink you're lying on. And of course Arlene. Her long black hair is streaked with silver now. Very sexy looking. I've always adored women with long hair ... but until recently, none of them wanted me."
"Graa-I want you. God, I dreamed all night about fucking your big cock, licking and kissing and sucking your prick to make it hard again and again!"
"And you will get to do that, my dear ... after you feel the whip."
"No, please!" In desperation, she managed to speak clearly, despite the strand of nylon pulled tight through her open mouth. "I don't need that-"
"Ooooooh, but you do!" he insisted, flicking the whip back and forth as he continued jacking off his massive prick. "Each of the other girls I mentioned hurt me in some way ... snickering when she walked by, or sneering when I asked her out. That kind of pain made fucking them all the more delightful when it finally happened. I whipped each one of them, and that pain made the spear of my big cock more pleasant for them."
"No! I'm so hot now I can hardly stand it. Just fuck me Carl ... hurt me with your huge prick!"
"I'll do that too," he promised with an evil grin. And then with a startling blur of speed, he raised his arm and lashed out with the hissing leather.
"Yyyyyyaaaaahhh!" Sylvia howled. She jerked from the pain and lifted her head. The net gave an inch, then the steady whir of the winch dragged her back and bound her tighter still.
A searing red welt ran up the center of her writhing body, from her cunt to the base of her chin. It was a long, thin stripe that seemed to spring out of her cunt hair-the colors were that perfectly matched.
"You, Sylvia-" He snaked back the stinging lash for another vicious stroke. "You were the worst of the lot. What a flaming bitch you were! Turn sideways so you'll disappear ... What a terrible thing to tell a shy, skinny young boy!"
"I'm sorry!" she screamed.
"Not sorry enough!" His arm blurred again and the supple black braid of leather followed, cracking like a rifle shot as the tip nipped at her tit as it bulged through the net.
"Yyyyeeeooowww!" Sylvia almost fainted from the pain. Her swollen tit felt like a fireball. Her nipple throbbed and then suddenly felt numb-so numb she thought it might have been ripped clear off. "Oooooh, God!" She strained to see if her beautiful big tit had been hideously deformed. "My nipple!"
"It's still there ... and you're still a flaming bitch!"
"No-no! Not any more!"
Paul laughed and drew back the gleaming black whip. "You are! You came in here drooling over artwork and antiques in the living room, ranch mink on the bed! You want the things my money will buy even more than you want my cock."
"No, I'm not really like that. I'm not a bitch-"
"Then why did your husband whip you?" he asked sharply.
"Aaaaggh? I don't know. Yes! Yes, I. do! He beat me because I was so hot to fuck you, Paul! I'm even hotter now. Oooooh, I hurt all over-front and back. I really need your prick now. I want to fuck, Paul! Please ... I need your thick cock!"
"I've been waiting to hear that since I was a kid. Waiting another hour or so now won't matter a bit. By then, your whole body will be a tangle of welts ... all of them criss-crossed like the web of the net. You'll be blazing hot and begging for my cock, you bitch!"
His arm blurred and the whip cracked again.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sylvia lost track of time. Paul's arm kept swinging the whip while his other hand kept jacking on his big cock. The steady, painful rhythm was like a pendulum's swing, but faster.
She knew she screamed and begged for mercy, but after a few minutes, she could hardly hear the sound of her own voice. The sharp, biting crack of the whip was all she heard. It felt then like she was sinking-drowning in a fiery red sea of pain. Each breath she took became a searing agony because it swelled her chest and made her tender raw flesh burn.
"I want to hear you again," Paul said. "I want to hear you beg for my cock!"
"I-I want your prick! I want your cock! I want to fuck! I want to feel your sweet hot prick! I'm begging for your big prick. Please, Paul ... ram it in. I know you want to. I see the way your eyes sparkle when you look at my soft red pussy hair!"
"I want to fuck your pretty face first," he said. "So tell me what you want again ... before your mouth gets stuffed too full to say another word."
"Cock! Cock! COCK! I want your cock in my mouth or in my cunt-I don't care."
"You're a lucky little bitch," he said. "You're going to get fucked two ways at once-in your little red cunt and in your drooling mouth at the same time!"
"How? How can you do that?"
Carver slid his hand up to the supple black leather braid and held the handle of the whip above her face so she could examine it closely. She gulped and trembled, seeing an intricately detailed replica of his cock. The thick knob, the bulging veins -each feature was faithfully reproduced, life-sized, in gleaming black hardwood.
"Oooh, noooo!" she moaned. "Not that!" It was the most obscene and disgusting work of art she'd ever seen.
Paul worked the head of the whip into her juicy pussy. The chilled sweat of pain gleamed on her body, but her tender flesh burned beneath the glossy film. She groaned with loathing when he worked the thick wooden head of his duplicate prick into her cunt. "Uuunngh! It's so big and hard!"
"No bigger and no harder than what's hanging between my legs!"
"Aaaggghhh!" Sylvia cried as the wooden cock sank in. "It's even hot!" The friction of his whip hand had warmed the smooth, shiny wooden prick. "Ooooh, shit ... it really fills my pussy. I can even feel the veins. I-I can even feel it pulse!"
He laughed and shoved in another several inches of the dildo. "You stupid cunt! It doesn't have a pulse because it doesn't have a heart. And neither do I! Smart-ass little bitches like you broke it a long time ago with sneers and taunts!"
"I'm sorry!" she whined, writhing from the pain of the unyielding artificial cock. She moaned, knowing Paul had a real prick just like it ready to ram down her throat.
"I'm not," he said with mocking sweetness. "It's going to double the pleasure I get from fucking your face!" He leaped up on the bed and sat astride her chest, binding the net even more tightly.
He centered his bare ass over the tit that bulged through the strands of net, and he lowered himself on her rigid nipple, squirming around until he got it perfectly centered on the dark, puckered lips of his shithole.
"I should shit all over you like you used to shit on me," he said harshly. "And I would if the mink you're spread on wasn't so expensive. I'd have to work a whole day counseling other investors to earn enough to replace it!"
Sylvia knew how much he enjoyed taunting her with his wealth and humiliating her by rubbing her burning nipple with the dark lips of his ass. At the same time, his huge long cock loomed above her chin, swaying lewdly as he screwed the crack of his butt down hard enough to almost mash her hot, whipped tit.
"Grraaahhh!" she cried. Tears puddled in the corners of her eyes, and she blinked fearfully, trying to splash them away. Seeing her tears would only increase the brutal satisfaction he got by tormenting her.
"You used to call me a cocksucker," he said. "A stinking little cocksucker, as I recall."
"That wasn't me!" Sylvia protested.
"Perhaps not. Maybe it was one of your sneering bitch friends ... Gina or Arlene. It doesn't matter, I'm going to make stinking little cocksuckers of you all!" He reared forward, and Sylvia watched the long shaft of his cock pass above her face until his ass was right over her mouth. "Kiss my ass!"
"Muuggghh!" She couldn't bear the thought. The dark, rumpled ring of his ass was disgusting, even more than the false wooden cock straining her cunt.
"Kiss my ass, bitch ... or I'll ram the whole length of the whip into you!"
He leaned backward, reaching with one hand, his eyes flaring like he meant exactly what he said. Leaning back also brought the dark, puckered lips of his shitter down on her mouth.
Sylvia knew she had no choice but to attempt to satisfy the fury of his lewd demands. "Hhmmm!" She kissed his ass and circled the dark ring with wet strokes of her tongue.
"Stick your tongue in my shitter and wiggle it around!"
"Huunngh! It's so tight!"
"Deeper, bitch ... or I'll shit in your mouth!"
"Muuuggghhhh!" She shivered violently, shamed and disgusted with herself for a strange feeling that crept through her tortured mind.
She actually liked stabbing her tongue into his ass. She rammed in to his shitter as hard and deep as she could, wanting to make it hurt. But the desire to inflict pain was not her only motive, she realized after a few deep thrusts. She liked the feel of piercing his tight, wavering asshole.
Sylvia had always wondered what it felt like when a man rammed his prick into a tight little ass or a sweet juicy cunt. Now, at least, she had some idea, and she understood better why men are so hot to fuck any warm hole.
"Gruunnngh! Lean down harder ... let me get deeper in. Yuummm!"
The taste of his ass was strange-rank and bitter. It burned in her throat, like an echo of the pain seeping in from her whipped flesh.
"Aahh! I love fucking your ass ... it's so tight, and it wiggles all around my twisting tongue. Ooooh, I wish my tongue was as big as your cock!"
With the anxious churning of her mouth, Sylvia finally chewed through the strip of nylon pulled tightly through her lips. When it broke, she could really ram and squirm into his ass with her tongue. And the excitement of having that small part of her body free made her all the more eager.
"Hhhhaaaa! I love stabbing your ass!"
Paul wrenched his gut to force out a hot, stinking fart.
"Waaaahhh!" she gasped, coughing and choking, smothered by the foul stench, degraded by his heartless cruelty. Then she sobbed, thinking that she probably deserved it, and that swelled her awful humiliation to the limit.
"Huuhhh! I deserved that," she moaned in a voice of total remorse. "I probably deserve even worse! I would have to eat shit for all the awful things I said. Go ahead, Paul ... shit in my mouth. Make me eat a big turd ... it would serve me right!"
"I don't want to fuck a face all smeared with shit," he growled. "I'd rather stuff your mouth full of cock instead!"
He leaned back and aimed his long prick at her quivering lips. Whatever she was about to say, he never heard. He slammed his cock into her mouth and choked off all sound, reaming and driving his big cock down her throat.
"All right, you stinking little cocksucker ... let's see what that smart mouth of yours can do! Lick my prick, cunt-face! Suck it all in your cuntmouth! You stink like a fucking sewer, so you'd better eat cock so good, I won't change my mind and shit all over you!"
"Muuuhhhh!" Sylvia tried to relax the tension of her throat. Paul's cock was so big, she thought she might choke.
Finally, she was able to ease the straining tension, then she began to lap and suck his prick wildly.
Her wild writhing excited Paul Carver despite his anger. The whipping had made her passions flare. Sucking wildly on his cock now helped her forget the pain. But he did not want her to forget it completely.
He glanced back and saw how the long whip twitched with its thick handle jammed deep in her juicy pussy. "While you're eating my big cock, fart breath-see what you can do with that whip stuck in your cunt! Pump it, slut. Swing the lash around. Whip my ass if you can!"
Sylvia tried, but her wildest gyrations would not lift the long coil that curved between her spread legs like an impossibly long, tapered cock. It arched over the end of the bed and ran down onto the floor. But the frantic jerkings of her cunt did make it slither like an injured snake.
"Harder! Wind up that little cunt of yours ... I'm not going to waste my hot cum fucking a lifeless cunt that can't even crack a whip!"
Carver rammed in harder with his cock, pressing and twisting with such savage glee that Sylvia thought her jaw would break. His coarse mat of cock hair scraped on her lips and tickled her nose. His rough cock hair dragged and tickled, making her nerves tingle more wildly than the soft caress of mink she felt below.
With a tortured flash of discovery, Sylvia realized what was swelling inside of her. Oh, Christ! she thought. I'm going to SNEEZE!
And she did! The explosive sound was muffled by Paul's thick cock shaft rammed and pumping in and out of her throat. A gut-ripping jet of hot breath swelled inside of her and blasted itself free. The only place it had to go was up the yawning cum slit of the man's hard face-fucking cock.
"Eeeeeeeyyyyhhhaaaaa!" Paul screamed. It was like a hot air enema. "Holy shit!" His eyes bulged and watered from the searing jet shot into his cock.
The pressure broke the clamp of restraint at the base of his cock. Hot jism swelled up from his aching nuts and gushed into the long tube under the hard muscle of his prick.
"Aagh! You'd better hope that tongue of yours can swim ... it's about to be in a white river of fuck-cream!"
Paul's cock didn't pulse and throb as it usually did, pumping one gush of thick jism at a time. Sylvia's blast of air had ripped open a wide hole, like dynamiting a flood gate on a dam. Slick hot jism came out in a steady spray.
"Gluuugh. Yuuummm! Shuuuahhh!" Sylvia could hardly suck his cum down fast enough. Used to cocks that spurted wads, one at a time, she couldn't work her throat fast enough to swallow all the cum that shot into her now.
Paul kept pumping and driving his long cock, whipping it up and down, stabbing it in deep and then dragging back to jab it all in again, venting his wrath along with his hot cum. The frenzy of his hammering cock thrusts whipped his thick fuck cream like butter. It gushed from the corners of Sylvia's mouth and ran down her cheeks in a sticky flow.
"Good, cunt-face! Uunnngh! Aaagghh!"
At last, the burning pressure declined. Paul Carver gasped and felt his well drained cock pulse weakly, still in the grip of Sylvia's clinging throat. When the last joyous tremor of vengeful release had passed, he slowly inched his prick out.
"Now, Paul!" she gurgled wetly, smiling as she licked shining cum from her lips. "Fuck me now before your big cock goes soft. I'll keep it hard in my tight cunt. Fuck me, please-sucking your beautiful prick and tasting your jism has made me so hot!"
"Enjoy the taste, baby-that's all you're going to get for awhile. You made me wait when I was young and horny ... now it's your turn."
"Uuunngh! No! I need to fuck. I need it now! My pussy is so hot and wet-"
"Good. My wife likes cunt that way, and I promised you to her."
"Your wife? I-I didn't even know you had a wife!"
"She wasn't able to make it to the reunion. She was on the Riviera, or maybe in London. I don't remember which. She didn't want to fly home just to see old classmates who never liked her anyway."
"Classmates? You married someone I know?"
"Do you remember Marcia Hunt?"
"Fat Marcia? With all the pimples and scraggly hair?"
"That's her. I should say, that was her. Her skin cleared, and she's slimmed down now. I'd say her figure is as good as yours, maybe even better. She has really enormous tits. And just loves to eat cunt!"
"Huugh!" The hot, salty jism in her mouth and throat suddenly burned with a bitter taste.
Sylvia could only see Marcia as she remembered her-so fat that she waddled like a duck, tangled and mousy hair as ugly as a wet mop, oily skin and a crooked smile showing crooked, broken teeth. The thought of her putting her head between Sylvia's legs made her squirm and seethe with revulsion.
"You really married her?"
"She was the only girl who would even talk to me," Paul explained. "When I first started making big money, we had her teeth fixed, a skin doctor worked on her for months, and she went to one of those fancy reducing spas." His eyes flickered warmly for the first time since Sylvia entered the penthouse. "You should see her now! You won't recognize her at all!"
And she didn't. Paul left the room, turning at the door to flash a mocking grin and wave goodbye, looking spiteful as a nasty young child. Then Marcia stepped into the room, but all that Sylvia remembered was her voice. Marcia always had a soft, lilting voice. She grinned and pulled the whip out of Sylvia's cunt.
"Hello, Sylvia." The whip dropped, soft as the words spoken.
"Hell-ooo. Marcia?" It didn't seem possible. The woman had a full, lush body. Her tits stood like two red-tipped mountain peaks. Her waist narrowed abruptly, then her hips flared wide on the sides of a softly rounded pussy mound thick with gleaming dark hair that looked as soft as mink. "I never would have recognized you!"
"I know. When we were both in school, you'd hardly even speak to me. You and the other pretty ones-" Her lilting voice turned icy cold as she spoke the last few words.
Sylvia shivered nervously, remembering some of the awful things she and the others said about Marcia in school.
"You called me Marcia the Monster then you'd flounce your long, silky red hair and ask me if I combed mine with a rake."
"Yes ... I remember."
The binding web of the net held Sylvia spread and helpless on the bed, otherwise she'd have leaped up and run screaming from the room.
Something devilishly sinister flashed in Marcia's dark eyes, and her smile curved tightly with grim satisfaction.
"Your hair looks beautiful now," Sylvia said in a weak voice trembling with fear.
"Yes, I know-" Marcia ran her hand through the long golden strands spilling over one shoulder. The gleaming cascade fell almost to her waist. "I've changed a lot since then." She laughed suddenly-a chilling sound like ice cubes tinkling in a glass. "And to think I was once so jealous of a stupid little bitch like you!"
She shook her head and sent shimmering waves of gold dancing across her firm, naked tits.
"You certainly have no reason to be jealous now," Sylvia said in a vain effort to appease her.
"Certainly not!" Marcia said with brittle calm. "I'm so confident now, I can even enjoy watching my husband ram his cock into silly little bitches like you."
"Watching? How?"
Marcia flicked her eyes to the ceiling above the bed. In the center of the frame that had held the net like a canopy above the bed, Sylvia could now see what looked like a large, unblinking eye. It seemed to be leering down on her.
"That's the lens of a TV camera. Paul and I watch each other on TV. He loves to see me get my cunt sucked out because he knows how hot it makes me for that magnificent cock of his."
Knowing that Marcia had watched everything Paul did, made Sylvia's memories and feelings of disgust swell darkly in her mind.
"We also record everything on video tape," Marcia went on with a wicked grin. "That way, we can enjoy your performance over and over during those times when no foolish little moth has flown into our web."
"Uuughhh!" Sylvia shuddered beneath the binding strands, sickened by the thought of them enjoying her torment time and time again.
"We share some of the best tapes with our more sophisticated friends," she added with a smiling touch of cruel delight.
"You know I'm going to report all this to the police!" Sylvia said in an angry, threatening voice.
But Marcia smiled benignly, not troubled in the least by Sylvia's empty threat. "By all means do," she said. "The Chief of Police and his highest ranking officers are frequent visitors to our little theater. I'm sure they'd love to hear in person from one of the star performers."
"Oooh, God!"
Helplessness and desperation settled on Sylvia like a heavy weight. Her will to resist and a frantic desire to escape came flashing back to her. She lunged, straining to sit up, but was snapped back instantly by the taut strands of net spread over her.
"Let me go!" Sylvia begged. "Please ... I can't stand any more of this."
"You don't have to stand, you stupid bitch- you just have to lie there and suck my cunt!"
Marcia climbed onto the bed from the right side and turned to straddle Sylvia's face, kneeling on her wide fan of silky red hair, faced toward the trapped woman's thrashing feet.
"Eat!" Marcia commanded.
"Hhhuuungh!" Sylvia had never cared much for sex with other women, but she had no choice now except to give it her best effort. As viciously spiteful as Marcia was, no telling what she would do if she failed to satisfy her angry lust.
"Hhhoooo, Marcia-" She reached out uncertainly with her tongue. "Your pussy is so wet and soft! Yuuummmm! And your dripping cuntjuice tastes so sweet!"
"I said eat-don't nibble like a little kid who can't stand liver." Then she threw herself down on Sylvia's net-bound cunt, spreading the binding mesh with her hands. "Like this!"
"AAAGGGHH!" Marcia's tongue whirled, pressing on Sylvia's clit and twisting into her tight, juicy-lipped cunt.
Dreaming all night about Paul's big cock had started her sultry cunt fluids to flow. Sucking his cock had increased her raging desire. Now, even though she hated and feared Marcia, Sylvia could not help responding to the savage hunger of her cuntsucking.
"YAAAHHH!" She felt an instant shock of searing delight when Marcia's tongue -rimmed her cunt lips, fucking in and out while her mouth pulled and slurped with demanding suction.
"Hhhmmm, Marcia-I love the way you eat cunt. I-I never liked what another woman did before. Huuunnngh! I guess that's why I didn't know how to suck cunt right. Hhhhooo, show me more- teach me how to make a woman come!"
The pain of the brutal whipping vanished in the heat of her seething desire. Sylvia could feel and think of nothing except how wonderful Marcia's tongue felt after the disgusting abuse of the ugly and unyielding whip handle.
"MORE!" she pleaded. "Oh, please ... eat my cunt good. I love what your tongue does to my pussy!"
"Yuuugh!" Marcia grunted, rising suddenly. "I like to eat cunt ... but I can't stand hair in my food!"
"What?" Sylvia didn't understand. Marcia was already off the bed, taking things from a small cabinet on the right.
"I'm going to make that fiery little pussy of yours just like it was when you were a young girl. A very young girl."
When Marcia turned back toward the bed, Sylvia let out a shrill and wailing scream of terror. Marcia had a tight, wet-lipped grin on her face and a gleaming straightedged razor in her right hand.
CHAPTER FIVE
"My God, what are you going to do with that?" Sylvia felt a tremor of fear as cold and sharp as the flashing metal blade.
"Shave your pussy," Marcia said flatly.
Then she reached back into the cabinet and brought out an old-fashioned shaving mug and brush. From a little machine on top of the stand, she ran hot lather into the cup and began to stir it around with the brush.
"NO!" Sylvia cried. "Oh, please-no!" But she knew by the look in the woman's eyes that it was useless to beg or plead with her. She jerked and twisted against the taut mesh binding her down. That was useless, too.
"Relax," Marcia said as she knelt between her trapped legs. "If you jerk around, I might slip and cut you-"
"Aaaggghhh?" Sylvia shivered, trying not to move, and she watched Marcia reach down with the brush and begin to lather the damp red tangle of cunt hair between her legs. "Hhhhaaaa!" She gasped as the warmth of the lather seeped into her pussy. It felt good despite her chilling fear of what was to come.
Marcia swept the brush across Sylvia's cunt bush, then up and down, to lather the drooping cunt hair on both sides of her pussy slit. The hot, creamy lather made Sylvia's pussy squirm, and the soft, tingling strokes of the brush soon had her moaning with delight.
"You see? It's not so bad." Then Marcia laughed. "And this won't be either if you keep yourself under control."
She set down the cup and brush and grinned down on Sylvia with the gleaming razor poised only an inch above her cunt.
"Hhhuuuhhhh!" Sylvia drew in a sharp gasp, trembling with tension as she fought the powerful urge to jerk and try to twist away. "Hhhaaaaa!"
The blade cut so smoothly, that Sylvia hardly felt the first stroke. It glided down the left slope of her rounded cunt, through lathered strands of hair, and it left a perfectly clear path behind.
"Hhhmmmm," Marcia said. "I'll be able to see and eat your little cunt so much better once all this cunt hair is gone."
Sylvia held her breath and felt another deft, gliding stroke. Then she sighed, resigned to her fate, numb with fear and sick from the humiliation of having her pussy laid bare. The foam-smeared blade flashed back and forth, and Marcia hummed contentedly while she worked.
"There ... now that wasn't so bad, was it?" She wiped Sylvia's newly bald pussy with a towel, flicked off a little wisp that she'd missed and then held a hand mirror between Sylvia's legs so that the woman could inspect the handiwork.
"Ooooohhh!" Sylvia winced, shivering on the verge of tears. Stripped of it's thick red collar of fur, her pink-lipped cunt looked unearthly and grotesquely obscene. She clamped her eyes shut and rolled her head, trying to convince herself that the cunt belonged to someone else. Robbed of its mantle of hair, her pussy looked like an open, festering wound.
Marcia whirled around, making grunting noises and straddled Sylvia's face again, bending down with her tongue darting, hungry for naked cunt. Her lips glided and nibbled across the freshly shaved cunt skin.
"Without that heavy rug in the way, you'll feel things you never have before."
"Yeeessss!" Sylvia knew she would-she had already. "Oooohhh, yes. Eat my little bald cunt, Marcia ... ungh! Show me what to do, and I'll eat your cunt the same way." Her tormentor's dark, soft spread of hair swayed above her mouth, just out of reach of her tongue.
"First, let's get this out of the way...."Marcia reached back between her legs and hooked her fingers into the edge of her dense mat of cunt hair. Then with a grunt, she ripped it off.
"Aaaahhhh!" Sylvia gasped in shock, watching the whole thatch of pussy hair peel off before her eyes, leaving behind a cunt as bare and obscene as her own.
"It's a little wig I had made," Marcia explained. "It's only pasted on like an actor's moustache ... so as not to shock a beginner like you. You'll love eating bare cunt, I know you will. All the others have...."
Sylvia laughed impulsively, sudden release from tension mounting since Marcia first walked into the room. In an odd way, it all seemed very funny now -especially when she thought of her high school friends, Carolyn, Gina and Arlene all with their pussies shaved bare.
Above her quivering lips, Sylvia saw Marcia's sleek and utterly hairless cunt. It looked as ripe and juicy sweet as a freshly sliced peach.
"Hhhhmmmm!" she purred, and Marcia dropped on her while her lips still pulsed with the sound.
"Muuummmph!" Marcia's tongue lashed out and curved around Sylvia's clit. "Grrraaagh!"
The two women attacked each other in a steaming fury. Sylvia's reservations about sucking cunt vanished in a flash of raging desire. Marcia's bald cunt was a sweet, strange-looking morsel just begging to be devoured.
She worked her way around Marcia's clit nub with her tongue and loved the way it made her cunt juices flow. Slick cunt cream dribbled on her lips and chin each time the woman writhed and twisted down on her pussy.
"Aaahhh!" Sylvia cried. "I do like it! I love to eat your beautiful bare cunt! Aaaaggghhh! And I love to have you eat mine...." Then her voice trailed off. She remembered the round, staring glass eye above the bed. "Do you think Paul is watching us?"
"I know he is," Marcia said between wet, tongue-thrusting gulps. "Watching two women suck cunt really makes his cock hard! I'll bet he's hot enough to fuck us both right now!"
"Hhhooooo!" Sylvia was breathless with anticipation. She nipped at Marcia's puffy cuntlips and jabbed into her with a spiral swipe of her tongue, trying her best to match what Marcia did to her pussy.
"It feels really wild when a man fucks a bare cunt. His cock hair grinds down on your cunt and makes your smooth skin tingle and crawl."
"Ooooh, I can imagine. Uuunngh!" Each time Marcia bobbed up her head to speak, Sylvia could feel the sweep of her long, silky blonde hair on her freshly shaved cunt skin. Nerves not used to such direct contact, jangled insanely with pleasures never felt before.
Thinking about Paul and his big cock made Sylvia's pussy gush warm, lubricating cunt oils. Marcia dug into her cunt and licked them up with a lapping tongue, twitching her clit at the end of each stroke.
"Ooooh, shit ... I'm going to come!" Sylvia shrieked. She wanted to have the hot, raw thrills go on and on. But she wanted Paul's cock even more. She could almost see his prick above her head. "Grrruunngh!"
"Aaaahhh, you're learning!" Marcia cried with a gasp of sudden delight. "Eat my cunt, you little bitch ... really dig into my naked pussy slit! I want us both to come at the same time. That really makes Paul get hot!"
"Ooooh, good!" She was going to say how much she wanted to feel his big cock in her cunt, but then thought Marcia might not like that. Instead, she pulled and sucked on Marcia's clit nub and tried to pretend it was a giant prick swollen hard for her.
"AAAGGGHHH!"
Sylvia bucked beneath the restraining net, thrashing wildly as the pressure of an approaching climax swelled and made her writhe with agony. The musky scent of Marcia's wet cunt enveloped her, and she knew her own pussy must smell almost the same.
"Hhhhuuungggh!" Marcia jerked up her head one last time, then dropped and sucked as hard as she could. "Hhhheeeeeee!"
She didn't stop until the two of them wailed together, twisting and gulping, stabbing in deep as their simultaneous climax soared to the peak of forbidden delights.
Sylvia fell back trembling when the last sharp wave of ecstasy had passed. "Oh, God that was great!" she sighed. "Hhhmmm, I can hardly wait to feel Paul's big cock-"
All thought of caution had been swept from her mind by the searing joy she had experienced.
Marcia sat up smiling, suddenly stiff and cold as she was before. "You'll have to wait," she said. "After watching me suck cunt, he always wants to fuck me first. And hot as I feel right now, that's going to take all day-"
"But...." Sylvia heaved a great sob, suddenly struck by what they had done. They led her on, used her and tormented her to increase their own perverted pleasures and at the same time satisfy their long smoldering desire for cruel revenge.
When Marcia rolled off of Sylvia and stood smiling by the edge of the bed, the redhead glared up at the TV lens and screamed: "You bastard! You dirty, stinking, rotten piece of shit! I wouldn't let you fuck me now if you had the last God damn cock on the face of the earth!"
Marcia chuckled, enjoying her wrath. "The butler will show you out," she said. "And the chauffeur will drive you home."
Just before leaving the room with a toss of her long golden hair, she touched a button on the wall. Something clicked beneath the bed, and the tension on the net snapped loose.
Sylvia sat up fuming in a silent rage. A string of foul curses ran through her mind, but she strained to keep them in. She knew it would only add to the perverted delight of her tormentors.
She reached down and fingered the bare dome of her cunt slit, and she began to cry, sick from the awful degradation and tense with worry, wondering how she would ever explain what happened when she got home to Dan.
He wasn't there when the limo dropped her off at home. She was glad of that. It would give her time to control her tears and collect her thoughts. She felt like such a complete fool, and she fumed with rage knowing that Marcia and Paul could replay her anguish and suffering on videotape any time they desired.
She took a long hot shower, trying to cleanse away feelings of guilt and humiliation, but as she soaped and scrubbed her freshly shaved cunt, it all came surging back to her.
She changed clothes, slipping on a pair of sleek black panties and an uplifting lace-trimmed black bra beneath a white cowl-necked sweater and a short skirt. Dan always admired the vibrant contrast of white beneath her red hair, and he liked even more the stunning contrast between sheer black and her milk-white skin.
Her sleek panties felt strange brushing softly against bare skin accustomed to a cushion of cunt hair. It made her whole naked cunt mound tingle. Then she shivered violently, realizing the worst of Paul and Marcia's savage revenge. They had sent her home horny, tense with desire to fuck ... and they had sent her home with her cunt stripped naked, bald and degraded. How could she ever explain it to Dan? And how could she possibly expect sympathy from him?
She poured a stiff drink and slumped down on the couch, not knowing which of her tangled emotions troubled her more. Dan caught her gloomy look as soon as he walked in the door. He looked happy enough to sprout wings and fly.
"What's wrong?" he asked, grinning slyly.
"Nothing." She took a long sip of straight whisky and glared at the floor between her feet.
He persisted. "Wasn't Mr. Paul Big Cock Carver the great fuck you dreamed about all night?"
"What makes you think I was with him?" she snapped. Her anger had to go somewhere.
"I was across the street with Carla and just happened to see the limo drop you off."
"Well, I hope you had a good time fucking that little bitch neighbor of ours!"
"Oooh, I did." His anger from the night before seemed to have cooled completely. "How about you?"
"Nothing happened," she said. It was plainly a lie. "At least nothing like I expected."
"Maybe that's a good thing-" He sat down beside her and curved a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Because being with Carla just made me think how much I love to fuck that pretty red-furred cunt of yours."
He didn't understand why she let out a loud wail and ran from the room.
"Hey!" Dan followed her down the hall, "What the hell is wrong with you anyway?"
"Nothing, I told you!" Sylvia cowered in the corner of their bedroom.
"Then take off your damn clothes. I'm really hot to fuck that fiery red cunt of yours!"
"Ooooh, shiiit! Just leave me alone!"
"No, damn it-not until I know what the hell is wrong with you."
"I don't want to talk ... or even think about it!"
Sylvia made a dash for the door, trying to get by Dan, but he stepped into the opening and caught her in his strong arms, flattening her heaving tits against his chest while he thrust gently with his hips to tease her cunt mound with his fast-swelling big cock.
"Uggghhh! Don't!" With a sudden burst of wild strength, Sylvia broke free of his grasp. She ran, but he caught her in the hall, circling his arms around her from behind, capping his hands eagerly over the uplifted mounds of her tits.
"Aaaahhhh," she gasped. It felt so good to be held like that, to be wanted so strongly after the humiliating rejection she'd suffered with Paul Carver and his viciously bitter wife.
But she also knew that mauling her tits would increase his already anxious desire to fuck, and she could not stand the thought of that.
"Don't touch me!" she screamed, and she managed to break from his grappling hands again.
He reached out, and she whirled, wild with fear and anger, launching a slap at his face. Dan's arm snapped up instinctively to ward off the blow. Her wrist cracked hard against his forearm, and he lashed back with the flat of his other hand.
A stinging slap echoed in the narrow hall and reddened her face.
"Don't ever try to hit me like that again!" he warned. "You're lucky I didn't break your God damned arm!"
Sylvia reeled backward and crashed against the wall, slumping to the floor with a moan. Dan stood over her, his eyes glaring with anger at first. Then a slow grin of understanding spread over his face. It was the same as Gar la had done-teasing him, wanting to struggle and then be overpowered.
"All right, you little bitch-I'm going to give you what you really want!" He coiled a hand in her fiery hair and lifted, half dragging her toward their bedroom. "I'll tie you to the damn bed if I have to. But I'm going to fuck that fancy little red-haired cunt of yours!"
By then, Sylvia was so tormented by fear that she could only blubber meaningless words. He jerked her into their bedroom, whipping her around and pushed her backwards toward the bed. She tripped and sprawled across it with her white skirt hiked up just enough to show the lace-trimmed edge of her sleek bikini panties.
"Hhhhmmm!" he growled. "I know what you've got in there!" She was so hot he could smell the musk rising from her cunt.
"Hhhhaaaa!" she whined and rolled over on her stomach, covering her dripping cunt with both hands. The sleek dampness of her desire wet her fingers. She really wanted to be fucked, but did not dare to let Dan see her shaved pussy.
He dipped a hand beneath her and ripped her panties off. "Now turn over," he barked. "I want to see that silky little cunt of yours before I stuff it full of cock!"
"No!" she wailed in a pleading voice.
But Dan only grinned and thought what a good actress his sexy wife was. Carla's pretended struggles had not been nearly so convincing. He knew he was going to enjoy Sylvia even more when he overcame her stubborn and teasing will to resist.
"Oooh, I'm really going to love fucking that fiery little cunt of yours!" And he grunted, tossing her roughly on to her back. The swiftness of his move sent her arms flailing to the side.
"AAAAGGGHHH!" She cowered, naked and squirming with her freshly shaved pussy in plain view.
Dan was about to lunge and pounce on her, but he suddenly stopped and stared. "Jeeeeeezzzus Christ ... what the hell happened to you?"
Sylvia drew her hands back in a blur and tried to cover her bare and hairless cunt, but Dan stepped in and grabbed both her wrists, hauling them back so he could examine her naked wound.
He couldn't help it, a gush of laughter burst from his lips. "That's the funniest-looking thing I ever saw!" He hadn't even noticed the red welts from the whipping she'd received. "Did your precious Paul do that to you?"
"No ... his wife."
Dan laughed again, louder this time. "His wife? That's funnier still!" His mirth added greatly to the pain and humiliation his wife felt, but he was in no mood to think of that.
His hearty laughter faded abruptly, and the look on his roughly handsome face changed from amusement to something strangely wicked. Dark, forbidden thoughts began racing through his mind.
Dan had always wondered what it would be like to fuck a real young cunt-before the hair of womanhood had a chance to sprout. But such an act was considered so sinful, so perverted and deranged, that he had always suppressed the desire and drove such lewd thoughts from his mind. Until now....
He smiled and saw only Sylvia's naked, trembling little cunt. And the way her pussy looked, she could have been a little girl.
CHAPTER SIX
Sylvia misread the strange new light flashing in her husband's narrowed eyes. She took his intense curiosity and the smoldering of suppressed desire to be the same raging anger she had experienced with him the night before. The tangle of fresh red welts across the front of her body burned under his steady gaze.
She lay stricken with fear for the minute it took him to strip off his clothes. Then, while she was still weak with fear, he tore at her sweater and skirt, leaving her in nothing but her lacy black bra.
His cock swelled hard and began to throb as he stood over her, strangely attracted by the sight of her totally hairless little-girl cunt. He pumped his long prick with slow, powerful strokes of his hand, hammering in new blood that deepened the color of his pulsing blue-red prickhead.
He finally noticed the strange pattern of welts criss-crossing the lush curves of Sylvia's body. Where strands of the web net had been tightly drawn, the whip could not reach her tender skin. This left an odd design-countless small islands of white scattered in a red sea of burning pain.
"You must have given Carver a reason to whip you too," Dan remarked almost casually.
Sylvia gulped, choking back a sob and weakly nodded her head. "He's still mad about things that happened years ago. When we were still in school."
"What kind of things?"
"Oooh-" She sobbed again, ready to break down in a flood of tears. "I didn't want anything to do with him then."
"But you about broke your ass getting over to his place this morning, didn't you?"
"Yes!" And now she heaved up a tortured wail. "He whipped me and made me suck his cock ... and then he just gave me to that awful wife of his! She shaved my pussy with a straight razor and then sucked my cunt like some kind of wild animal."
"Serves you right. I told you last night your big shot gentleman friend wasn't what he appeared to be."
"It was her!" Sylvia said bitterly. "It was that bitch wife of his who did this to me." Her lower lip stuck out in a pout, and she fingered the naked mound of her cunt.
"Maybe I should thank her. I think your cunt looks kind of cute. I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck a cunt before it grew hair."
"Uuunngh!" she recoiled in disgust. "You wouldn't do that, would you?"
"I haven't yet," he said. "But I've thought a lot about it. That little sister of yours-remember how young she was when we first started going out? And she used to sit on my lap when I came to pick you up ... squirm her ass around while I was waiting for you."
"My little sister did that? The little bitch!" Sylvia's sudden flash of anger made her welts blaze and the pain of the lash burn freshly across her trembling body.
"Once she spun around so fast her little skirt slid up, and the hand I had just rested on her knee went between her legs-"
"Ooooh, God!"
"You know, that kid wasn't wearing any panties. I had my hand right on her cunt."
"Did you? I mean-did she?"
Dan shook his head and sighed wistfully, almost with regret. "No. She heard you Coming down the hall, and she jumped up right away. But I thought about her a lot after that. Thought how sweet and soft her little bald cunt must be!"
He stretched out on the bed beside Sylvia as he spoke and reached a hand toward her cunt.
"Uuunnngh! You filthy bastard! Don't touch me!" She sprang off the bed on the other side, shivering with disgust. "Cradle robber-kid fucker!" she raged.
"Hey! It's you I want to fuck now! I can't help it if your hairless cunt reminds me-"
"Reminds you of my sister, for God's sake? My baby sister! I don't even want you to touch me- not when I know it's Sandra you're thinking about!" She scrambled around the foot of the bed, heading for the bedroom door.
Dan rolled off the other side of the bed and grabbed at her from behind, snagging a hand in her long, trailing mane of red hair.
"Yeeeaaahhhh!" she howled, suddenly jerking to a stop.
Dan spun her around, and she snapped up a hand to lay a vicious slap across the side of his face. "Ow!" he cried, ducking as she tried to backhand him with another stinging blow.
Then he laughed grimly and pushed her sprawling across the bed.
"Bitch!" he roared. The red outline of her hand blazed across his cheek. "Now you know how I felt last night, knowing how hot you were for that prick Paul Carver!"
"Aaaahhh?" she moaned, tense and shivering. She'd fallen on her back with her legs spread wide to show her naked, girlish little cunt.
"Now you know it's your little sister I'm thinking about! When my cock rips into you, I'm going to close my eyes and pretend it's her ... a long time ago. Damn, you don't know how much I wanted to fuck that teasing little slut!"
It took Sylvia only a moment to recover. Fierce determination brought a dull gleam to her narrowed eyes. Hissing sharply, she rolled off the far side of the bed and bolted for the door again.
Dan cut across her path, lowering his shoulder like a football player making a downfield block. The jarring collision knocked her breath away, and he scooped her up.
"Put me down, damn you!" Sylvia sagged over his powerful shoulder, her head behind, her feet kicking wildly and ineffectively in front.
Dan looked around the room for something he could use to tie her up. Wild as she was, he knew it would be impossible to enjoy her baby-smooth cunt the way he wanted to if she remained free to resist. There was nothing like rope he could see, but there was a rack of neckties hanging inside the closet door.
"Ha!" he said. "You know how I hate to wear those stupid things-" He grabbed a handful. "But I think they'll look real good on you!"
Dan pitched forward and threw Sylvia down lengthwise in the middle of their bed. Before she could even gasp for breath, his weight fell on her, pinning her down.
He caught her arm as she tried to scratch at his face, her fingers curved like a savage claw. He circled her wrist with two loops of a glossy silk tie and knotted it off. so
"Aaagh!" The first pressure of restraint brought new strength steaming into her.
Dan forced her hand down and knotted it tightly to the bedpost. The fist of her free hand was beating on his back-rapid and useless blows. He grabbed that arm, stretching and pulling it tight while he knotted it to the other side of the bed.
"There!" He could pause and breathe easy now.
Sylvia glared with disgust, grunting as she tugged at the necktie binding her wrists. Her feet kicked wildly.
Dan had never imagined that little Sandra meant to do anything more than tease. If he'd done more than gently brush her little bald cunt, he was certain she'd have run screaming.
"Don't touch me!" Sylvia shrieked. "Don't you dare!"
"Perfect!" Dan said. He caught one flailing ankle and bound it down, knotting two ties together to reach the post at the foot of the bed. Then he joined two more ties to do the other side.
"Let's see ... you gave me this one last Christmas," he said. "And this one the year before." He grinned in triumph. "I never had a good use for them until now!"
Sylvia continued to struggle even with both her wrists and ankles securely tied. The effort of subduing her had Dan's heart thundering in his chest, and that increased the aching throb of his anxious cock. She gazed in horror at how large and hard his prick had swelled.
She gulped. "I'll scream-" And without waiting for a response from him, she did. "FIRE!" she screeched at the top of her lungs.
Dan laughed, because he'd taught her that. These days, a lot of people wouldn't get involved if a woman screamed help or rape. But if she screamed fire, the whole damn world came running. Suddenly it wasn't so funny, and she was sucking in breath for another wild cry.
Dan had two neckties left in his hands. One he balled into a wad of silk, which he stuffed into her gaping mouth.
Her jaw pumped up and down, and she thrust with her tongue trying to drive out the gag, but he pulled the other tie around her head, through her open mouth and knotted it tightly at the back of her neck.
"That's perfect!" he said when the gag was firmly in place. "You know who gave me that stupid necktie?" He paused, forgetting for the moment that she could not reply.
"Whhuuugh?" she moaned, seething with frustration.
"Your sister Sandra ... pretty little Sandra." His cock leaped each time he said her name. "Maybe when I'm through here, I'll go see her and say thanks-find out what that tender baby cunt of hers looks like now that it's grown."
His taunting words brought pain as biting and cruel as the lash of the whip. They accented Sylvia's terrible feeling of helplessness and added to her seething frustration.
Dan listened intently for a full minute, waiting to see if anyone came running in response to her wild cry. He stroked his cock all that time with long, slow and deliberate strokes he knew would harden it even more and help him resist the urge to spurt his jizz before he was really ripe for a climax in his wife's baby-smooth cunt.
Hearing only silence, he smiled, still flaunting his long prick.
"You're gonna like this, baby-" He crawled on to the bed between her legs. "It's what that little cunt of yours has been begging for all this time."
He spoke the last words so close that Sylvia could feel his anxious breath on her freshly shaved pussy mound.
"Hhhmmmm," he purred, raking his lips across her sleek cunt. "Your pussy's smooth and soft as a baby's bare ass!"
"Hhhungh!" Sylvia swayed her hips from side to side in a vain effort to escape the tingling touch of his warm lips. Each soft murmuring stroke sent chilling shivers up her spine.
Being bound and stripped of her wide, proud mantle of pussy hair had been humiliating enough. Having her husband excited by the abuse she'd suffered made it all the worse. By the way his lips moved, she knew he was wild for the lewd joys of sucking a cunt so strange to him.
"Mmmmmmm." He flicked out his tongue and -rimmed the puffed lips of her cunt, up one side and down the other.
"Hhhuuummmgh!" She made a sharp sucking sound, pulling air in through her flared nostrils.
The wet touch of his tongue brought new shocks to her brain. Her narrow cunt clamped and pulsed inside, and the burning desire to be fucked came swelling to the surface.
Musky cunt oils gleamed on the soft pink inner folds of her pussy and puddled in the narrow V at the bottom of her taut little cunt. The double lengths of cloth it took to bind her feet allowed slack enough for her to move her lower body. Despite deep feelings of disgust and humiliation, she soon found herself writhing and twisting, bucking her hips to meet his eager tongue thrusts.
"Mmmuuuggghhh!" Sylvia groaned, jerking wildly. Her conscious mind still rebelled and detested bondage, but her neatly shaved cunt surrendered and gave itself gladly to the wet, twirling lashes of Dan's tongue.
"Uuuggghhh!" She tensed and strained, fighting the spread of glowing warmth. Her mind reeled, angry because it could not contain or control her natural desires.
"I love that little baby ass cunt of yours! Hhhmmmm!"
Dan dropped his head back and slithered his tongue into the bottom of her pussy and dragged it upward, piercing the narrow crack and then hooking beneath her clit.
"Aaaghh!"
Her nubby little clit swelled and felt ready to explode. Her startled gasp blew the wadded tie from her mouth despite the covering band. The wild churning of her jaw had worked the knot loose. Slippery cloth sagged and she screamed.
"Eat my cunt! Oh, gobble my clit!"
Dan was startled by the demanding snap of Sylvia's voice. He thought for a moment about replacing the gag and then decided it would be better to hear her beg and plead. He hooked his tongue under her clit again, lifting it and drawing it out to meet his sucking lips.
"Hhhooowwweee!" Sylvia cried. Her clit felt hard as a little cock. It slipped warmly into the tight sheath of his lips and bulged when he applied searing pressure.
The last traces of her desire to resist seemed to melt and flow to meet his sucking lips. Her body felt weak and drained, but at the same time wildly alive.
"Ungh! You know I can't hold back when you eat my clit! Aaaghh! I want it ... oh, God damn ... don't do it any more. Fuck me. FUCK ME NOW!"
Dan smiled, spreading his lips on the silky smooth dome of her bald pussy.
"Gruuufff!" She arched her back as far as her bonds would allow. "Eat my cunt," she moaned. "Swallow the whole thing. Uggggh!"
After sucking her juicy little clit and making it swell, Dan did a sudden reverse. He jabbed and hammered the tip of her clit nub with short, quick strokes, ramming it back while he gushed hot breath all around its wet root.
"Hhhooo, Dan! Turn around. Put your cock in my mouth so I can suck, too. Please ... I want to eat your big prick!"
"Sorry kid, my cock's got other ideas. It's hot for your little-girl cunt!"
"Oooooh," she moaned.
Her pussy had been begging and drooling for a big hard cock all day, but she wanted one to fill her face too. Grinding her mouth on the gag had awakened her hunger for hot cock meat.
"I wish you had two cocks!" she cried. "Then you could fuck both holes!"
Dan gave the sleek dome of her cunt one last lick and then inched forward, easing his hands up her sides.
"Aaahhh?" she gasped.
Her nipples tingled, but he passed by the coned peaks of her tits and burrowed his fingers into the hollows beneath her outstretched arms.
"Aaagghh!" Sylvia thrashed wildly from side to side. "That tickles!" she screamed. "Oooooh! Hhheeee! Don't!"
The aching head of his cock rested on the puffed lips of her bald cunt, and every writhing motion of her body jarred him like an electric shock.
His fingers kept up their maddening dance, lightly touching and swirling Sylvia's sensitive underarms. Her anguished words of protest twisted into insane giggles. She twisted and chattered in a wild frenzy of torment and thought that his tickling would soon drive her into screaming lunacy.
His cock throbbed with desire. Its cushioned head prodded her bare wet lips and skidded on her glossy cunt. By spreading his hands, he found he could keep his wavering fingers in the hollows of her arms and still reach her burning nipples with the tips of his thumbs.
"Holy shit!" Sylvia's head tossed back and forth.
The torment of Dan's tickling went on, and with it, she felt sparks of delight spiral in from his twisting thumbs. She blubbered meaningless sounds, grunting and moaning, thinking her frayed nerves might give way at any moment.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Oooh, God ... please fuck me before I faint!"
Dan arched above her and let his long cock swing to center over the tight, juicy lips of her naked cunt. The sensitive skin of his cockhead glided smoothly on freshly shaved pussy, sparking new shocks of pleasure that were strange to him.
But hot as Dan was to fuck, he could not resist the urge to torment his wife even more. "I'll bet Sandra-Sandy's little cunt was just like this. Bare and smooth and super tight!"
"Ungh!" Sylvia clenched the mouth of her deep pussy tight.
Dan fucked into her cunt and felt the silky strain of her taut pussy lips squeezing on his aching cockhead. "Ahhhh! I'll bet her little pussy is still nice and tight-"
"Bastard!" Sylvia groaned. His taunting words hurt, but the gliding entry of his huge cock was a burning delight. She had been waiting all day for a big cock. "Fuck me, don't talk!"
"Hhhmmmm, but you like me to tell you how tight and wet your beautiful cunt is."
"Yes! Uunngh. You do like my pussy, don't you? My cunt is better for your big prick than Carla's-better than Sandy's would be too!" She bucked to meet him and make her point, writhing the deep tube of her fuck hole in tense, pulsing waves.
"Mmmuuummm! I don't know about your sister Sandy. You know how young and wild she is ... and how sexy with all that honey-blonde hair!"
"You son of a bitch! I know what you're doing -getting even because I wanted to fuck Paul. All right! I've learned my lesson! Now, please ... FUCK ME! Ungh, ram in all of your big cock! Rip my little bare baby cunt!"
"Grrraaagh!" Dan lunged, jackhammering into her tight, seething little fuck hole. "Hhhmmmmmm! I do like your hairless pussy! Your cunt's so hot and wet and juicy sweet."
"And better inside than a young girl's cunt would be. I know how to work my cunt and really milk a big prick like yours!" She rocked her hips and tugged at the shaft of his cock with sleek rolling waves of pussy muscle.
"Unnngh, yeah! You are a good fuck, you little bitch!"
"Yyyeeeaaahhh!" she gasped as her pleasure increased. "And if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gotten to fuck Carla like you did."
"Right ... I'd have just gone on dreaming about that tiny little cunt of hers. Uuunnngh! Aaahhh!"
"And-hhhoooo-if I hadn't gone to see Paul, you never would have gotten to eat baby-smooth pussy. HHHHAAAA! And I wouldn't be as fucking hot for your cock as I am now!"
"O.K.-you win! I don't give a shit whose cock turns you on as long as you bring your cunt home hot for me!"
"Oooh, your prick's soooo hot now! Fuck me, Dan! Unnnngh! Beat on my pussy. I want to feel how your cock hair makes my cunt tingle!"
"Gruuunnngh!" Dan fucked into her, driving and twisting his thick mat of hair on the tender mound of her bare pussy. At the same time, his fingers swirled beneath her arms and his thumbs spiraled down on her burning nipple tips. "Ooooh, baby. Hhmmm, love your tight fuck hole!"
"You're-you're making me come!" she wailed. Her mind began to soar toward the emotional peak Paul had denied her. "COMING!"
Dan gasped with joy. He'd never felt such tight, frantic pulsing in his wife's cunt before. She worked his cock like a meat grinder, bucking wildly, chanting lewd cries and phrases through gritted teeth.
The rapid pumping of his big cock chafed her clinging pussy lips and slopped wet honey around the bare surface of her pussy mound. His rough cock hair dampened and slithered, 'triggering the explosion of ultimate joy as he fucked in deep and let his massive load of jizz begin to spurt.
"Oooohhhhh!" Sylvia loved the feel of hot jism squirting into her cunt. The rapid surges of cum sprayed the walls of her seething fuck hole, dripping and running and greasing her husband's cock so he could whip it in and out of her pussy faster than before.
"Yeaaahhh! Uuungh! Faster! Harder! Really jam my baby cunt. Rip it! Split it! Unnngh, tear my cunt in two!" As Sylvia reached the peak of her wild delight, she gasped deep in her throat and screamed: "Ooooooh, PAUL! Why did you have to be such a bastard?"
Dan heard his wife say her dream cock's name, but he didn't miss a single beat. He was still thinking about her sexy blonde little sister, and what a good fuck she must be. "It's O.K., baby! Aaahhh! You think about that rich, sadistic bastard all you want. I like how hot it makes your cunt! Hhmmm, your pussy is so good ... I've never pumped so much jiiiizz!"
When the last of his gushing flood of cum had been sucked out by the heated motions of Sylvia's wildly excited cunt, she lay silent and deep in thought for several minutes. Then in a shy voice she said: "Dan...."
"Yeah."
"Do you still want to fuck my sister Sandy?"
He hesitated, still in rapture from his searing climax.
"Do you?" she insisted.
"Aaahhh, yeah. Yeah, I'd like to fuck a sexy blonde."
"I want to watch," she said.
"What?"
"I want to watch your big cock rip into her cunt. I want to hear her moan and scream."
She didn't tell him where she got the idea. They couldn't afford TV and video tape to record their fucking like Paul Carver, but the idea of being able to watch excited her wildly. And she thought, seeing it in person would be far better.
"I'll invite her over!" Sylvia said.
"Maybe tomorrow. I'm not through with you yet...."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dan awoke sleepy-eyed the next morning when Sylvia cooed: "Fuck me again."
After the third fuck the night before, he released her from bondage. Now she took his hand and laid it on her sleek, bald pussy mound. He could feel the warmth and the glaze of jism on her eager cunt lips.
"I can't," he said sadly. "I took off work yesterday. If I do today, too, I'll need a doctor's excuse. Besides, we need the money."
She thrust out her lip in a pout. "Too bad you aren't rich like Paul."
"If I was, I'd hop a jet to Sweden and spend a week fucking some beautiful blonde."
Sylvia sat up and tossed her long flame-red hair.
"Still thinking about blondes?" she asked with a smile.
"Aaah, yeah," he said. "A little." Having to go to work in a few minutes had cooled his wild desires of the night before.
"I could call Sandy and have her come by this afternoon."
Dan turned and stared. "I know what you said about that last night-about wanting to watch, but I thought you were kidding. You know-too hot to think straight."
"I wasn't kidding," she assured him. "I want to tie her up and give her to you like a present ... a present we can both fuck."
"Holy shit!" Dan exclaimed, and he left for work in a heated daze.
Sylvia was on the phone before his car left the garage. "Hi, Sandy-it's me, your sister."
"Sylvia, what a surprise. Nothing's wrong, I hope." Her younger sister sounded sleepy.
"Oh, no. I'd just like to see you. Dan would too. We were wondering if you could come for dinner tonight."
"I guess so-what's the occasion?"
"Nothing special. I just thought it would be nice for all of us to get together."
"It would," Sandy agreed.
"Dan is home from work by four, but come earlier if you can. That'll give you and I a chance to talk."
"O.K. My last class at the junior college lets out at three. I'll come right after that."
"Great! See you then!" Sylvia lowered the phone as a smile curved her lips. She thought: Yes, little sister. You'll come right after that, all right!
The ringing of the doorbell snapped Sylvia from lewd visions of her sexy blonde sister bound spread-eagled on the bed. "Who is it?" she called on her way to the door.
"Package, ma'am."
"A package? But I didn't order anything," she said to the uniformed messenger standing on the porch.
"It's a present from Mr. Paul Carver," the messenger said, holding out a large box wrapped in gold foil.
"From Paul? My God, what is it?" The large flat box felt light and made no sound as she shook it gently.
"I don't know, ma'am. He didn't say. But there is a note." He produced a square, ivory-colored envelope from the side pocket of his coat. "Just sign here, please-" He held out a receipt on a small clipboard in the other hand.
"Oh, sure...." It took her a moment to get the box and the note tucked under her arm so she could sign. "From Paul ... I don't believe it!" she said.
Sylvia decided to open the note first. It was handwritten on an engraved card. Very expensive looking. It said:
Sylvia, I'm sorry. I had no idea what Marcia had in mind, and I feel terrible about what she did to you. I hope in a small way this makes up for the beautiful red fur you lost.
His signature was scrawled below.
"Whaaaaat?" She tore the thick foil wrapping off the box. "What the hell?" She lifted the lid and folded back an inner layer of tissue. "MY GOD!"
Inside, she found a long coat of tawny, red-gold fox. The real thing, deep and sleek and incredibly soft. It shimmered in the morning light as she unfolded it and gazed, gulping in disbelief.
"Ooooooh!" she moaned, excited as a young child on Christmas morning.
She slipped it on and stroked her hands down the front. She loved the way the soft, deep fur swelled over the proud peaks of her tits, how it curved in around her waist and flared again with thick folds of tawny red wrapped double over her pussy mound. She spread her fingers and stroked them through silky fur where her cunt hair used to be.
"That bastard!" she said in a breathy, excited voice. "That crazy, kinky, wonderful son of a bitch! Oooooh, I love it!"
She ran back to the phone, lost in lewd dreams and swirls of thick fur. "Paul!" she gasped the instant' she heard his voice. "Oooooh, Paul!"
"Sylvia," he said calmly. "You must have received my little gift."
"Little gift? My God, it must have cost a fortune."
"I can afford it," he said. "And I wanted you to know how sorry I am."
The resonance of his deep voice and the soft, self-assured way he spoke betrayed no hint of anger. "I-I thought you hated me," she said, suddenly aware of warm pulses deep in her cunt.
"That's done with now," he said. "Gone and forgotten."
Sylvia trembled and felt a chill despite the warming layer of tawny fur. She couldn't forget the size and raging power of his huge cock. Just the sound of his voice and the lewd images blazing in her mind made her squirm with desire.
"I can't keep such an expensive coat," she said in a voice ringing with uncertainty. She would have liked to. It was the most beautiful and luxurious thing she'd ever worn. "I-I'd feel like a whore every time I put it on."
But her free hand was still stirring up and down, deep in the downy soft folds of red, gently massaging her barren little cunt mound.
"Ooooooh," she purred, feeling slinky and sexy as a cat. "No! NO! I just can't accept something so expensive."
"I'm sorry you feel that way," Paul said. He sounded disappointed, but not really surprised. "Perhaps if you brought it back, I could think of some other way to show you how sorry I am-"
"Aaahhh...." Her mind felt twisted, torn between lingering fear and burning desier. "I can forgive you," she said "But not Marcia. Not yet."
"I understand. And she isn't here. She left this morning early ... for Paris, I think."
"Ooooh? Well-" A flicker of guilt sparked in r mind, but she quickly brushed it aside. After what she'd done for Dan, arranging for him to fuck her sexy blonde sister, she felt she was entitled to her fun too.
"I could bring the coat back this morning. If you're not too busy, I mean."
"I'm never too busy for a beautiful woman," Paul answered smoothly. "And why don't you ear the coat? I'd like to see what it looks like on you at least once."
"I guess once wouldn't hurt. I'll call a cab."
"No, no-I'll send the car. You just wait there " warm and cuddly." A lewd grin curved Paul Carver's lips as he put down the phone. "It worked," he said to his wife Marcia. "She's coming over."
"Oh, good!" Marcia teased her fingers though the long strands of hair spilling over her shoulder. Sylvia had seen her as a blonde, but now Marcia's silky tresses were gleaming raven black.
Paul smiled at his sexy wife and said: "Yes, you know how hot I get for a woman with long, soft hair!"
She matched his lewd grin and winked, tossing her long fall of shimmering black hair. "Oh, I know ... and isn't it nice that I like them too?"
"Why don't you send the car for her? I'm getting hot for that little red-haired bitch already!"
"I'll do that. And I'll warm up the TV cameras too ... so we'll both be able to enjoy her again and again!"
Paul laughed and swept open the front of his robe. His enormous cock leaped out, hard and throbbing. He stroked it with his hand, watching as the fire of vengeful lust blazed in his wife's adoring eyes.
"That's exactly what I plan to do," he said. "Enjoy her again and again!"
* * *
Sylvia looked through her closet for a dress elegant and sexy enough to wear with the long coat of shimmering red fox. Nothing she owned looked right with such a luxurious coat.
"Damn!" she fumed. "I'll bet Marcia has rooms full of beautiful dresses, and she's probably going to Paris to buy more!"
Pangs of envy tore at her soul.
"I have nothing to wear!" Then a sly, wicked grin curled her lips. "That's what I'll wear under all this silky fur ... nothing!"
She felt a sultry glow riding in the back of Paul's long black limousine. The soft, silky lining of the coat pressed smoothly against her bare skin. Cool friction teased her nipples and the freshly shaved mound of her cunt.
"Hhhmmmmm," she purred, hugging and stroking the deep, luxurious red fur.
Paul greeted her at the door with a smile. "You look lovely!" he said. "Absolutely ravishing! Nothing looks as sleek and sexy on a woman as fur."
"It even makes me feel sexy," Sylvia replied. She made a sweeping turn as she stepped into the room like a fashion model.
"The color matches your hair perfectly," Paul said, watching with pleasure the way her long tresses swirled as she turned. "There's also something very sexy about long hair. I love to run my fingers through a long, silky mane!"
"Hhhhmmm, yes," she purred, tossing her head and gliding a hand down to her cunt through the soft folds of tawny red fur. "I can see what it's doing to you!"
Paul glanced down and saw how hard his cock had grown while waiting for her to arrive. His prick bulged inside his robe, angled up sharply.
"Er, yes ... I guess it's obvious," he said, blushing with pretended embarrassment.
"I've been thinking about your big cock ever since we danced together at the reunion," she said. She pressed close to him and pulled open the front of his robe so the head of his huge prick burrowed in deep fur as she swayed her hips.
"Mmmuuummm!" he said, thrusting gently to prod her with his stiff cock. "I like the feel of fur on a hot cock!"
"You'll like what's underneath even more," she said, feeling pleased and smug as she reached down to part the front of the long coat and reveal the soft bald mound of her cunt.
"Aaahhh, you're right!" He pressed harder, grinding his upraised prick on warm and tender skin. "There is something strangely exciting about a bare cunt."
"I like it because I can feel the heat of your cock better without all that cunt hair in the way."
Paul circled his arms around her, stroking the long hair in the hollow of her back with one hand, tawny red fox fur over her shoulder with the other. She breathed a long sigh and seemed to melt in his arms.
"Ooooh, you little vixen! Let's go in the other room."
"Not with that net!" She stiffened and started to pull away.
"No, no...." He held her, nudging and prodding her naked cunt slit until her heated cunt oils began to flow. "This way. There's something I want you to see."
He started toward a pair of double doors, but Sylvia held back. Vivid images flashed wildly in her mind. She could see the net dropping with a sinister hiss and feel it tighten across her chest. Then she realized it was only the fur coat that she had closed and wrapped tightly around her. And she knew the room with the net was down the hall the other way.
"All right," she said, breathing deep to calm her jangled nerves.
What she saw as the double doors swung open stopped her and made her gulp. It was that room again ... she could see the tempting, fur-covered bed that had lured her under the net. "Oooh, God ... no!"
"It's just a giant-screen TV," he said. "Relax ... that's an image projected on the wall. I was watching a tape while I waited for you to arrive."
Sylvia entered the room slowly. Her eyes darted fearfully, and she felt so stiff with nervous tension that she could hardly move. The screen covered almost the entire wall. The projected image was life-sized-so vivid that it looked real at first glance.
A row of high-backed leather chairs were neatly lined across the room near the door. The largest, in the center, looked like a recliner-or a throne.
"Take the seat of honor," Paul said with a wave of his hand.
Sylvia's gaze flicked to the ceiling above, suspicious that there might be another net like the one she could see clearly in the image on the wall.
"There's nothing there," Paul assured her.
And there wasn't. She could only see dark, lustrous wood paneling-not even a seam or a crack that might hide something worse.
By then, Sylvia was trembling so severely that she had to sit down. One part of her mind kept asking, what are you doing here? Fear made her heart race. She trembled and felt cold, even under the rich layer of fur.
"I can't blame you for being fearful," Paul said.
"It was awful what I did the other day. I was so angry ... seething with spite. I just lost control."
"I-I understand," she said. But she wasn't sure. Then she cast a longing glance at the enormous bulge of his cock and forgot her fears.
"Was it me you were watching?" she asked. She couldn't tell. In the image frozen on the wall, the room was empty.
"Yes, it was. I must have watched Marcia shave you pretty cunt twenty times."
Sylvia squirmed anxiously in the large chair. She could almost feel the soft stroke of the shaving brush and the seeping warmth of hot lather ... then the cool glide of the gleaming razor.
"Would you like to watch? It really turns me on."
"No, not that!" she said sharply. "Maybe what you did with someone else. I-I've never watched another couple fuck before, and I have ... well, I have been wondering what it's like."
"I'll show you, then."
He did something at a panel on the back wall. The scene on the wall blinked off for an instant, plunging the room into almost total darkness. Sylvia gasped and started to leap from the chair.
"It's all right!" he said, "I'm just changing the tape." Almost the exact same view of the empty room flashed back on the screen, filling the room with a soft, multi-colored glow.
Sylvia settled back in the chair and stroked the silky fur curved over her heaving tits. Paul sat down in the chair next to hers and touched her sleeve.
"I think you'll like this a lot more than the shows on regular TV," he said.
"I'm sure I will!" She'd been thinking about that since she first sat down.
Paul had said yesterday that he'd avenged the pains and frustrations of his high school years with several of her friends, and that was something she really wanted to see.
Perhaps, she thought, by sharing the suffering of pretty blonde Carolyn, or the dark and sultry Gina, her own anguish would seem less extreme. And they were both stuck-up bitches even now ... both preening like peacocks and flirting shamelessly at the reunion.
"Carolyn was the first," Paul said as she appeared on the screen, entering the room as Sylvia had done, dazzled by the splendor of the mink bedspread. She giggled excitedly and stroked it with her hands, swaying her long, gleaming blonde hair.
"It's like spreading honey to catch flies," Paul remarked. "Women just can't resist the feel of fur."
"I know...." Sylvia purred warmly and teased her fingers through the deep, silky fox layered double over her twitching cunt. Then she shuddered, wondering if some way she had been lured into torment again. Her darting eyes scanned the room.
"Look how quickly that bitch strips off her clothes!" Paul said with a chuckle. She writhed and squirmed naked on the bed, purring with delight as the soft mink tingled her skin. Then the net dropped on her.
"Aaagggghhh!" Sylvia gasped. She remembered the horrible feeling of being trapped beneath its binding strands.
"There are three cameras hidden in that room," Paul said. "That way we can select the best view. Watch how that little blonde-fleeced cunt of hers churns as the net pulls tight. It's a great close-up!"
"Hhhuuuuhhh," Sylvia said with mounting tension. Her bald pussy slit churned the same way.
Then Paul Carver stepped into camera range, naked, with his huge cock swaying in front as he uncoiled the long black whip.
He laughed and said: "She almost fainted just from the sight of the whip."
"Or maybe it was seeing your big beautiful cock." She turned to him, gazing fondly and said: "I don't want to watch any more. I'd rather see what your cock can do now ... live and in person!"
"Just a few more scenes," Paul said. "This next bit is great! Poor Carolyn, she was crazy with fear ... strong as a lion. Look at her stretch the mesh, straining her little titties through the web!"
"Uuunnngh!" Sylvia felt the same kind of tension.
Her nipples tensed and chafed against the silk lining of the coat. Carolyn fought the net, thrashing wildly. She twisted and almost rolled to the edge of the bed. Then the steady tightening of the mesh won out.
"Eeeeyyyyaaahhh!" Carolyn screamed as it dragged her down, pressing her lithe body face first into the elegant bedspread. The last of her cry became muffled as the net pulled tight and buried her face in the dark fur.
Sylvia felt shivers of fear. The dark web made clear checkerboard squares on the woman's shapely body and seemed to groove the clefted mounds of her ass. Muffled pleas bubbled from her lips, and Sylvia watched her grow tense, expecting the first lash of the whip.
It snaked back over Paul's head in the image on the screen.
"No!" Sylvia cried. "I don't want to watch! Aaahhh!" A ripping scream shot from her lips as thought the braided lash had snapped on her bared ass.
"I don't want to see any more pain!" she wailed and clamped her eyes shut, wrenching her head away from the screen, burying her face in the wide collar of red fox. "Uuunnnghhh!" a muffled sob heaved up from deep inside-a sound just like Carolyn's muffled cries.
Even with her eyes tightly shut, the blazing image persisted in Sylvia's mind. She could still hear the sharp crack of the whip each time it fell across Carolyn's back. Paul Carver cackled weird sounds of sadistic glee. That sound came to her ears in frighteningly real stereo. His vicious laugh came from the speaker near the screen, and it came again from his lips in the chair next to hers.
The next sound was even more terrifying-a harsh metallic click from the left and right. It sounded like the snap of double locks, but far too close to have been on the doors behind her.
"Whhhaaa?" Sylvia gasped with a start. Her eyes flew open wide and she braced to leap from the chair.
"Too late," Paul said in mocking sympathy.
She gazed down at her wrists, first in surprise and then in bewildered shock. Two thick, curved metal bands had snapped out of the arms of the chair and cuffed her wrists.
"Aaaahhhh?" she whined, unable to move either arm.
"There's more," Paul said, fingering a button on the side of his chair.
A larger gleaming metal clamp extended itself from the back of the large chair. With a rapid whir, it extended and locked itself around her neck.
She braced her feet and strained to break the metal grip. That brought her ankles back to the base of the chair, and two more curved metal bands snapped out to grasp them.
I got the idea from the electric chair," Paul said with bland calm. He knew he had her trapped. "The one I had made had to be more innocen-tlooking, of course ... and it's not quite lethal."
He turned a dial on the panel under his hand and Sylvia felt a mild, tingling electric shock. "Eeeeyy!" she screamed, more in surprise than from actual pain.
"That's just a sample of what it will do," Paul said. "You won't get the full effect until-"
The double doors clicked open behind them. Sylvia strained to turn her head and found she could not move. She got another shock as she strained against the restricting metal neckband.
"Aaaakk! Until what?" she gasped.
"Don't you know what they do to people going to the electric chair?" Marcia asked in a voice that flowed like syrup.
"No!" Sylvia shrieked. She couldn't think of anything except the horrors of restraint, and the shock of hearing Marcia's voice behind her was like another jabbing electric arc. She could hear another sound too-a rapid buzz-faint, but sharp and close behind.
Marcia came around the side of the chair and stood before Sylvia, naked and smiling, stroking the long black hair drawn over one shoulder. "They shave their heads," she said.
Sylvia's mouth opened and a scream swelled inside, but she was too numb with fear to make the sound. Marcia's wicked grin grew wider as she raised the buzzing electric hair clipper in her right hand.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You-you had blonde hair before," Sylvia said in a weak and questioning voice.
"That was a wig," Marcia said. "So is this."
She laughed harshly. She pulled on the soft black strands draped over her shoulder, and the gleaming wig slid off. Beneath it, Marcia's head was completely bald.
"Yyaaagh!" Sylvia screamed. She could see herself the same way, completely shorn of her beautiful red hair.
"I wasn't born with fine, silky hair like you or the other girls at school. You remember how coarse and ugly it was. You called my hair a rat's nest once-"
"Yeeeesss, but I didn't mean it!"
"Carolyn used to say it looked like a wet mop." Then Marcia let out another laugh of cruel delight. "I had that beautiful blonde wig made from her hair. The black one came from Arlene. I have a lovely collection of wigs now ... every color except red. And Paul says he just loves your long silky red hair!"
"Hhhuuuh? You wouldn't!"
"Yes she will," Paul said from the side. He triggered another jolting charge of electricity into the chair.
"EEEEYYYY!" Sylvia screamed and shivered from the jarring shock. "You-you said she was in Paris!" That slight deception was somehow still important.
"I'm not leaving until this evening," Marcia said. "My wig-maker is in Paris, and I didn't want to go empty-handed." She focused her cold glimmering eyes on Sylvia's flame-red locks and moved the whirring clipper closer to her head.
"Ooooh, noooo! Please no!"
"We want you to know what it's like to be ugly and laughed at," Paul said. He turned the dial, increasing the voltage through the chair.
"AAAGGGHHHH!" The next shock snapped hot and long. Sylvia felt her whole body convulse with writhing pain. And the instant it was through, she felt the cold touch of the clippers buzzing up the left side of her head. "Hhhhoooooo!"
Marcia worked quickly, wielding the clippers like an expert. "The limo won't be taking you home today," she said, obviously delighted with Sylvia's torment. "We'll give you a token for the bus. You'll love the way people stare and snicker behind your back!"
"That hurts worse than the highest voltage I dare run through the chair," Paul said. He laughed bitterly and launched a longer, more jarring shock.
Sylvia fell limp when the stinging current finally left her trembling body. She drooped and watched horrified as wave after wave of gleaming red hair fell off into Marcia's clutching hand.
"Won't you just love fucking me when I'm a sexy redhead?" she purred to her husband Paul.
"Hmm-hummm, I can't wait to run my fingers through all that fiery hair. I'll feel it sweep across my chest and swirl around my big cock when you suck on it!"
"I'd have done that!" Sylvia said with a mournful wail. "You could have fucked meee!"
Paul laughed coldly and curved his lips in a wicked grin as he watched another handful of shimmering red hair tumble into Marcia's waiting hand. "When I wanted to fuck you a long time ago, you were too pretty and proud," he reminded her.
Sylvia shuddered from the chill in his voice, and she sobbed. She hated to think how she'd look stripped of her long flowing mane. Tears trickled from the corners of her eyes and ran down her cheeks in crooked streams. The salty taste burned her trembling lips.
She moaned, watching the TV screen with grim no fascination. Paul sped the tape ahead until it showed the lovely blonde Carolyn locked in the chair where Sylvia was imprisoned now. Light flared off the gleaming metal bands holding her neck, wrists and ankles, and Sylvia heard desperate sobbing that could have been the echo of her own.
Through her misty veil of tears, she could see the clippers close-up on the giant screen. Larger than life, the flashing metal jaws whirred through wave after wave of silky golden hair. At the same time, she could feel the gliding touch of cold metal skimming the top of her head, and she cringed. She knew what she saw on the screen in such vivid and ghastly detail was also happening to her.
"There, there," Marcia cooed in mocking, unfelt sympathy. "I'm almost through."
Sylvia answered with a rasping sob and a long shiver of shame and disgust. "She's not so stuck up now," Marcia said.
Sylvia shut her eyes, wringing wet tears from the corners. She heard Marcia's cruel laughter close by the side of her head and again from the speaker near the screen-a gruesome stereo effect.
Marcia stepped back smiling and said: "You need a mirror to see what a wonderful job I've done." The same exact words came from the speaker, and then Sylvia heard twin sounds of evil, taunting laughter.
She blinked and shuddered fearfully, slowly opening her eyes. "Ooooh, God!" She clamped them shut again, but could not hold back her tears.
Her head looked like a lumpy melon tufted with obscene red mold.
Just as Sylvia's flickering gaze settled on the mirror, Paul fired another searing jolt at full power. She screamed in torment, wracked by mental and physical anguish both at once. Double agony left her limp and breathless, quaking fearfully even when the stinging electric shock had faded.
"Now that we've humbled this proud little bitch ... now I'm going to enjoy fucking her little bald cunt!" Paul said.
"It'll be fun to watch," Marcia told him. "She hates you, but she'll love your big cock!"
Sylvia groaned. She could not help thinking of how she'd dreamed, hungered and even begged for Paul's magnificent cock. Now his prick loomed as another instrument of savage, vengeful abuse.
"Stick your cock in your bitch-wife's ass," she snarled. "Or shove your prick down her sneering throat. I hate you both! I hate you, Paul ... and I hate your awful prick!"
"But I'm going to make you love my cock," he said with cool certainty. "I'm going to make you beg me to fuck your naked fuck hole."
"I'd rather be raped by a pack of wild dogs! I won't beg for your fucking donkey-cock. I'd rather fuck a stick dipped in shirt"
"We'll see...." His fingers twisted the dial, reducing the power of the electric shock to an annoying little tingle.
"Hhhaaa?" Sylvia gasped, half in relief and half in fear.
The dull tremors she felt were strangely familiar, and slowly the tingling sensation increased. Her body began to move in time with the pulsing current.
"HHHAAAA!" she screamed as she felt the tension in her nerves increase.
"Look," Marcia purred. "Her teeth are clenched, but her little bald cunt is starting to squirm. I love being able to see her cunt so clearly-and so completely out of control."
"No!" Sylvia insisted. "Those are shivers of disgust. My cunt feels cold as a bucket of ice-"
"Now, perhaps," Paul agreed, slowly increasing the current again. "But in a few minutes, you'll begin to thaw, then you'll feel hot and burn with desire, and finally you'll beg and plead for my cock."
"Never!" She pressed her thighs together, trying to hide her restless cunt lips and the pulsing motions that came with each increasing shock. Her ankles chafed in the cold metal bands.
"Spread her legs," Marcia said. "Don't let her hide her little cunt. I want to watch her pussy drool when she begs to fuck."
"Aaaahhhh?" Sylvia gasped.
She felt a strange sensation even before Marcia finished her taunting request. Something clicked and whirred inside the base of the chair, and the metal bands locked over her ankles began to move apart.
"Nnnnoooo!" She strained against the grinding force, but the mechanism was far too strong for her to resist.
"Good, I can see her cunt now!" Marcia said. She reached out and slanted the mirror before Sylvia's half-closed eyes. "Do you want to watch your little wet pussy gash? You can see it now, but in a minute, you'll be thrusting and pumping your hips so fast it will blur."
"Hungh-ungh! I won't move a muscle!"
"But you will, Sylvia ... you'll have no choice." The calm assurance in Paul's voice sent shivers up her spine along with the heat of jarring electric shocks.
"HHHAAAA!" she cried. She finally recognized the oddly familiar twanging of her nerves. It was the same numbing tension she felt when her body pitched and prepared itself for an explosive climax. "Nnnungh!" She ground her teeth as she struggled to resist artificial passions she could not control.
On the screen, she caught flickering glimpses of Carolyn through her wildly blinking eyes. The same thing was happening to her. She tensed and strained, screaming as she felt the increasing heat of unwanted desire.
"Aaagghh!" Sylvia whined. She could see the thickly padded chair on the screen begin to straighten and tip backward as a recliner would do. "Nnnoooooo!"
The chair lurched beneath her and the cold steel band tugged on her neck. "You bastard!" she screamed as the chair tilted farther back. "You're both crazy ... you and your stupid chamber of horrors! Aaahh!"
The slow mechanical strength of the chair drew her flat and spread her legs farther apart, fully exposing the wet soft lips of her cunt. They gleamed darkly with the dampness of desire. Her whole body clenched, straining to stem the unwanted flow of warmth.
"Now we'll watch her really move!" Paul said. The sound of excitement crept into his voice.
The chair mechanism whirred again. Sylvia felt her back arch involuntarily, her hips were thrust upward while her head and feet were drawn down, bending her lush body in a bow.
With her head tilted down, she could no longer see the giant TV screen, but she could hear Carolyn's wild recorded cries. Sylvia knew she was about to suffer some new and revolting abuse. Fear and cringing wracked her mind.
"What?" she cried, fearful of the unknown.
Paul and his wife Marcia grinned silently, expectantly, both holding their breath in eager anticipation.
"Whaaaat?" Sylvia wailed again. The answer came as the padded chair began to roll beneath her, undulating with a rippled, wave-like motion. "Hhhhaaaaaa?"
Bound head and foot, her body had no choice but to follow the pulsing waves of the chair.
"Stop!" Sylvia screamed. But even before the word was out, she found her natural reflexes begin to respond to the enforced mechanical fuck motions. "Nnnnoooo! Oooooh, noooooo!"
She found herself gasping excitedly as the speed of the sensuous rocking motion increased. Then she raged against the instinctive responses of her own body. Having her back arched and her cunt thrust up, made her pussy begin to seethe with yearning.
"Aaagghh!"
The tingling electric shocks began again, tormenting and stimulating her nerves at the same time. The inner tension soon became unbearable. Electric pulses and the rolling fuck motions of the chair twisted her unwilling mind and lifted her to the brink of explosive release.
"I'm going to come!" She dragged out the word as the swell of ragging joy burned away the last of her will to resist. "Oooooh, God ... I'm comiiiiiiiing!"
But she didn't. The chair kept flexing and straining her lush body, and the tingling shocks sustained the wild tension of an impending climax, but neither was quite strong enough to tip her over the brink into blissful release.
"Uuunnnggghhh! I can't stand it! Make me come! Please ... make me COME!"
"Oooh, not yet!" Paul said, wetting his lips and savoring the joys of her frustration. "I want you to know how it feels to ache and burn with desire. To always want and never get-"
"You're going to beg for the pleasures you can't quite reach! Every nerve in your body will be screaming for relief while Paul and I both laugh and enjoy your suffering!" Marcia added.
"Just think how good a thick hot cock would feel right now," Paul said. "It would fill your tight wet cunt and make you come."
"Yyyyeeeessss!"
"You want his prick, don't you?" Marcia said. "You'd love to feel Paul's big cock in your hungry little cunt!"
"Ooooh, yes! I want his cock! Fuck me, Paul! Make me come!"
"You're too ugly to fuck," he said with cool and even calm. But Sylvia could see he was stroking his cock with one hand, swelling its thick head and long, rigid shaft.
"You want to fuck me, you know you do! You've dreamed about fucking me all these years-"
"You're nothing anybody dreams about now," Marcia said with cruel delight. "I'll bet even your own husband pukes when he sees your ugly bald head."
"Bitch!" Sylvia hissed. "You did this to me, and-" A long, wavering sob burst from her lips. "Oh, Marcia! Suck my cunt, please! Eat my little bald pussy. Unngh ... that would be enough. Your tongue would make me come!"
"I'd sooner lick shit off a rusty spoon." Marcia said. She'd put the wig back on. Long waves of raven-black hair swayed softly as she watched the forced, tormented fuck motions Sylvia was being forced to make.
Sylvia could feel the rolling undulations of the chair beneath her. Her hips thrust up as they would to meet the stab of a huge cock. She felt a jolt of current almost as if a long prick shaft had rammed deep inside her wet cunt.
"Uuunnngh!" she groaned. "Fuck me! Ooooh, Paul ... please give me your great cock! I can't stand being forced to fuck nothing at all!"
"Louder," he said sternly. "I can't hear you."
"FUCK MEEEE! PLEASE!" Sylvia screamed as loud as she could. "I'm begging you! Pleading with you! That's what you wanted ... I'm doing it! I'm begging for your beautiful cock. Fuck me ... ooooh, pleeeaaase!"
"I'd say she's ready," Marcia said with deliberate disinterest.
She was actually breathless, biting her lip, eager to watch her husband humble the bitch with his giant cock. But she gave no sign of her impatience. She wanted Sylvia to suffer and plead until the last possible moment.
"I am ready! Oh, God ... my cunt is so hot!"
"Looks like you're ready too," Marcia said to her husband. Now the anxious tension of lewd desire crackled in her voice. She couldn't help it. She loved to watch him fuck into another woman's cunt.
Paul smiled. He savored the delight of his wife's obscene passion. He knew how much she enjoyed watching him fuck, how she would chant and groan along with each brutal thrust of his long prick. And he knew how hot she'd be for him as soon as he was through, how she would fondle his still-wet cock adoringly and make it swell again.
She'd fall on her knees before him, willing slave to his powerful cock. She'd suck and lick away spent drops of jism and the musky oils from a ravaged cunt. With his raging need for vengeance drained, her tender adoration would be an exciting new sensation.
"All right," he said, more to please Marcia than the whining, whimpering bitch clamped in cruel bondage. "Here, you take the controls." He handed the sinister little box to his wife.
"Ooooh?" Sylvia gasped. The chair kept rocking at a slow and even pace. Each time her head was forced up, she could see the throbbing stiffness of Paul's cock, the heated glow of its thick knobbed head and the dark pulsing veins bulged along the massive prick shaft. "Hhhhoooo!"
Paul came around by Sylvia's feet and stood for a moment, idly stroking his big cock, gazing through slitted eyelids at the bald wet pussy forced to beg and hunger for him at last. As her spread legs pitched down, drawn by the motions of the mechanical chair and the biting metal bands around her ankles, he slid between her feet on his knees.
He balanced expertly as the chair pitched the other way, as though urging him closer to Sylvia's juicy cunt. The hot scent of her pussy rose thick and strong. As her head dipped toward the floor, he pitched forward and braced himself above her on hands and knees.
Paul smiled down on her, thrilled by the anxious look of desire flashing in her eyes.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Ram your cock in!"
But he waited until the undulating motions of the chair lifted her begging pussy toward the head of his long cock.
The cushioned head of his prick touched bare and tender skin just above her drooling cunt.
"Aaaahhhh!" she gasped. Her wet cunt lips seethed pulsing urgently. The heat of his cock seemed intense on her freshly shaved cunt, accustomed to a dense pad of cunt hair.
As the chair rolled downward again, Paul dropped to rest his weight on the points of his elbows, freeing his hands to maul Sylvia's creamy tits. He grasped them and squeezed hard, circling his thumbs around her rock-hard nipples.
"Ooooh, good! Squeeze my tits! Milk them. Twist my nipples and make them burn! Hhhhhhmmmmmmmm!" The frustration of captivity and long denial began to melt. Shocks of delight came from Sylvia's aching nipple tips.
Marcia groaned enviously and reached across her chest with her left hand. She gripped and squeezed her own right tit and ran her thumb around the bulging nipple.
The sleek mound of her right tit was cradled in the crook of her arm. It moved and swayed in response to the joyous mauling and tingling nipple strokes.
Sylvia felt the midsection of the chair begin to rise, lifting the wet valley of her crotch to meet Paul's long cock looming just above. "Fuck me!" she whined. "Oh, ram your prick into my cunt right now!"
Paul arched back and let his prick angle down toward the juicy lips of her sultry pussy. The cresting wave motion of the padded chair lifted her, pressing her seething cunt lips on his waiting cock head.
"Aaaahhhh!" Sylvia howled. She could feel the taut flesh of her cunt begin to spread, embracing his hot and softly cushioned cock knob. "Jam your prick in! I want to feel your long, thick prick. Aaagghh! I want to feel your cock deeeep inside!"
Paul gave a grunt and thrust at her cunt. At the same moment, Marcia gasped excitedly and pressed her slender finger on a bright red control button.
CHAPTER NINE
Sylvia felt two searing shocks-one of pain from the electric current that jolted every nerve-the other, a ripping stab of long awaited delight. With one swift thrust, Paul bottomed his big cock into her seething cunt and ground his coarse mat of cock hair down on her freshly shaved pussy dome.
"Eeeeeeyyyaaahhh!" he cried, and his whole body trembled, crushing her with his weight.
"I-I knew it!" Sylvia gasped. The soft tube of her fuck tunnel gripped and squeezed in rolling waves of ecstatic delight. "I knew you'd love my pussy!"
"Yyyeeeaaahhh!" Paul moaned. But he felt more than the warm pleasures of a clinging cunt. The jolting current Marcia had sparked into their captive flowed directly into him from the head of his spearing cock. "Christ! Maaaarrrrcia!"
"I didn't think the little bitch was hot enough for you," she said.
She spun two dials, one to increase the speed of the vibrating chair, the other to increase the voltage of the next electric shock. She watched, waiting breathlessly for the right moment to trigger another artificial lightning bolt.
"Hhhuuuunnnnngh!" Sylvia grunted.
She clenched the slick tube of her sultry fuck hole and held tight to Paul's cock as the wavering chair fell away beneath her writhing hips. She began to slide down his long prick, wailing from the heat of wet friction.
Paul followed the dip of the chair, fucking in slowly and cautiously this time, tense with anticipation. He savored the sleek grasp of Sylvia's cunt. Her pussy pulled and rolled, trying to suck his prick in. At the same time, his whole body tingled. He didn't know when his lewd wife might choose to spark another wild shock.
"Ooooohhhhh!" Sylvia moaned. "I like your cock to go in slow ... I can really feel it! I can count the veins and feel your big prick knob strain every muscle! Aaaggghhh!"
He thrust into her drooling cunt and screwed his hips, twisting the thick root of his cock on her soft, puffy cunt lips. Each motion mauled the nub of her clit and sent shocks through her nervous system so sharp and hot, Marcia thought she'd received another electric jolt.
"Ooohhh-HHHHOOOOOO!" Sylvia's entire body pulsed with tremors of seething, almost unbearable pleasure.
Teasing her hard nipple wasn't enough for Marcia. She dropped her hand to the top of her bald pussy mound and spun a slender finger in tight circles on her clit.
"Aaagghh!" Marcia gasped, rocked back by the tingling delight that blazed from her spinning fingertip.
Her clit was thick and hard from watching Paul fuck his monster cock into their writhing, helpless prisoner. She pressed and twisted her clit hard, and her other hand impulsively worked the red button on the metal box the same way.
Sylvia heard a shrill cry the instant Marcia touched her clit. An instant later, she felt a burning jolt shoot through every muscle and nerve. She echoed Marcia's loud wail, and she bucked her hips to meet Paul's cock, mindless of the pain caused by the steel bands clamped tightly over her wrists.
Sylvia fought the enforced mechanical motions of the chair. She craved the heat and force of a deeply driven cock. She arched and thrust upward as the soft pad of the chair fell away beneath her hips and naked, trembling ass cheeks.
Paul gave a savage grunt of joy, half from the sudden and insane fury of the woman locked in bondage and made slave to his cock, and half from the sudden sting of current that ran up his long cock to rattle every tingling nerve.
"Ooooh, God!" Sylvia cried with a sharp rasp of breath.
She could no longer sort out the sensations ripping through her body. Joy and pain, anguish and ecstasy all became tangled in her smoldering brain.
Marcia whined a jealous cry. No amount of clit-twisting could fill her with the same writhing joy Sylvia felt. She lunged toward the bobbing foot of the chair and threw herself down on top of her husband's bare ass, working her lips into his dark ass crack and spearing at his shithole with her tongue.
Paul felt the wet probe of her tongue rim his puckered ass lips. That sparked a shock of unexpected pleasure. He jerked at first and rammed his cock deep into Sylvia's cunt. Then he drew back with an expectant moan and waited for his wife's eager tongue to lance into his ass.
"Aaaahhhh!" he moaned, thrilled by the strange double pleasure of fucking and being fucked at the same time.
He threw his weight down on Sylvia with a hip-twisting stab. As his cock fucked into her eager cunt, Marcia followed and jabbed with her wiggling tongue.
"Uuunnngghhh!" Paul squirmed in the heat of maddening joy, sandwiched between the two women. One was slave to him through bondage and abuse, the other trapped and drawn to him by jealous love.
Both grunted animal sounds as their passions flamed. Sylvia arched wildly and worked her hips in a tight spiral. Her wet cunt lips clenched and twisted, sucking at his thick, hairy cock root. At the same time, Marcia bored down on him and twisted her lithe tongue into his dark asshole.
"Oooooohhhh, SHIT!" Paul fucked back and forth, battering cunt and being speared by tongue in a wild frenzy of unrestrained joy.
Sylvia took each brutal fuck stroke with a savage grunt. At last, her pussy felt the deep delight she'd dreamed of-begged for and craved-despite cruelty and humiliation. Marcia responded with mumbled chants of satisfaction, kissing and jetting hot breath into her husband's ass.
"I'm going to come!" he moaned. He clenched his teeth and applied a wringing clamp of muscle at the root of his cock, wanting the insanity of double delight to go on and on.
"I want to feel your nuts!" Sylvia cried. Her fingers made grasping motions, but they were locked in helpless bondage beneath cold steel bands. The metal scraped her tender skin, adding pain to the torment of frustration.
"You can't!" Marcia said in a sneering voice. "Paul's big nuts are mine. I'm going to be holding and milking his balls and feeling the surge of his hot jism!"
"Aaaaggghhh!" Sylvia wailed. Marcia stabbed into Paul's ass with another spiral tongue stroke, loving the way it made him moan and squirm with lewd delight. She knew she was forcing him deeper into Sylvia's cunt-she could hear the woman gasp and grunt.
"COMIIING!" Paul cried, his body tense with shivering expectation.
Marcia's hands dug between his legs. The remote control unit she'd been holding fell on the edge of the flattened chair. As the chair dipped and then heaved upward in the middle, the control box was flung off. It clattered on the floor and broke open, hissing and sparking and gushing a foul smelling smoke.
"Aaaaagh!" they all screamed as one.
With their bodies linked in an obscene fucking chair, a jarring electric shock ran through them all-up from the simmering depths of the bondage slave's cunt, into the head of Paul's huge cock, and out through the writhing dark hole of his ass, straight into Marcia's wet tongue.
With its controls shattered and smoking on the floor, the chair began a wild, bucking frenzy. Like a caged beast suddenly set free, it churned and heaved beneath them with all its mechanical strength. The searing electric shocks came faster and at full voltage, jarring their senses and jangling their tense nerves.
"Ayyyyyyaaahhh!" Sylvia wailed.
Locked to the heaving chair, she felt the full effect. The cold metal bands scraped and chafed her neck, wrists and ankles as the grinding tremors forced her to make fuck motions far beyond her natural strength.
"Huunnngh!" Paul moaned, dizzy from the frantic pitching and arching. He felt Sylvia's hairless cunt rise and slap his loins, soft wet cunt muscles writhing on his cock shaft as jolt after jolt of current shot through them both.
Sylvia arched with gushing sighs of extreme delight, shivering as Paul's cock sank and strained the deepest, hottest recesses of her cunt. His hairy loins twisted on her bald cunt mound, and his throbbing prick bored in and began to spurt jism.
"Gggruuuungh!" Marcia bent down, greedily jabbing at his ass with her tongue, rimming his puckered ass lips between thrusts. She felt the jagged jolts of current spark through her, and she tensed, trembling with wild delight.
"Hhhooooooo!" Sylvia gasped.
Paul's hot spurts of fuck-cream jolted harder and faster than the sparking current. Powered by years of seething anger and frustration, he shot load after load of jism into her cunt. She grunted as each wet burst of cum sprayed the tight walls of her cunt.
Paul's cock lunged back and forth, whipping his heavy load of jizz to a slick froth. It greased his long prick and heated the entire length of Sylvia's cunt tube.
"Ooooooooh, Paul! I've never felt so much cuuuummmmmm!"
Marcia grinned, her curving lips pressed warmly on her husband's ass. Her fingers cupped his swaying balls and pulsed each time a stinging shock ripped through the fucking pair into her. She milked his heavy nuts, wringing out fuck-cream in steaming bursts.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!" he gasped, weak from the intensity of his pleasure. "Uuunngh! Keep my jizz coming, Marcia! Gruuuunngh! I love it! I want to fuck this little bitch until she drowns in hot jism!"
When Paul thrust down on Sylvia, stabbing deep with his gushing cock, she could feel the tingling warmth of Marcia's fingers working between her legs. Each wringing motion made him ram and twist his cock. At first, she thought it crazy that Marcia could join so excitedly in helping her powerful husband fuck another woman's cunt. But seeing, hearing and feeling the joy it gave her began to change her mind.
Sylvia thought if she ever got free, she'd love to do the same thing for her husband-help him fuck her sexy young blonde sister! Share his delight.
"Aaaahhh!" Sylvia cried, clenching her fingers beneath the biting wrist bands, imagining how hot Dan's nuts would feel-how the slamming force of his fuck strokes would ram her hands down on the wet lips of her sister's little blonde cunt. She felt dizzy from the shocking pleasures of the moment and wild with lusty desire for new thrills yet to come.
"Gggruuungh!" Paul pressed down hard, grinding the thick root of his cock around and around as the heaving chair jerked Sylvia up and down beneath him. A last spurt of fuck-cream oozed from his aching prick shaft, but Marcia kept teasing and coaxing his dry nuts. "Enough!" he moaned.
"Ungh! No!" Marcia and Sylvia both cried at once.
The woman beneath him arched herself and moaned hungrily, working her sultry fuck tunnel to wring out another gush of cum. Marcia stroked his nuts with her writhing hands, and between them, they loosened another hot blast of heavy fuckcream.
As Sylvia felt the searing charge of jism splatter in the churning depths of her cunt, something snapped under the bucking chair. The mechanism gave a last frantic surge, dropping her bound neck and ankles toward the floor as it curved to lift her cunt in a high arch. Then it shuddered to a stop.
"Hhhhhooooo!" they all gasped, drained and weak and warm with satisfaction.
Sylvia could still feel the dry pulses of Paul's big cock, and she basked in smothering joy.
In the heat of extreme passion, she'd forgotten entirely the disfiguring humiliation of having her head shaved. And she'd given no thought to the cruelty of the metal restraints. Now, with her lewd desires well satisfied, the metal bands felt ice cold suddenly. Her head felt horribly bare. She moaned and cringed as her mind cleared.
Paul and Marcia exchanged wicked grins. "I think she's coming out of the blissful haze," Paul said. They'd untangled themselves and stood beside the chair.
He clicked something on the base of the chair, and the curved metal bands snapped open. The harsh metallic rattle sent new shocks of fear through Sylvia's tormented mind. A moment passed before she realized she'd been released from bondage.
"Hhhaaaahhh?" she gasped, tumbling off the obscenely warped chair.
She shivered convulsively and gathered warm folds of red fox around her trembling body. Gleaming tears dotted her cheeks, and when her gaze fell on the discarded hand mirror, she burst into racking sobs.
"I'm so ugly without my hair!" she cried in a mournful tone.
Marcia stepped close behind her and lightly fingered her quivering shoulders. A gesture of comfort and consolation, she thought.
But Marcia curled her fingers in the sleek fur and pulled it off Sylvia's back, dragging it down until the sleeves fell free from her twitching arms.
"Yes...." Marcia agreed with icy glee. "And now you won't be needing this. It matches your fiery hair, and I'll soon be wearing them both!"
"Huuuuh?" Sylvia hunched and crossed an arm over her naked tits.
She dropped the other hand and covered her nude cunt mound, sickened with grief when she felt her bald flesh. It was warm and slick with Paul's gushing cum, but to her, it felt as cold as drifted snow.
"I-I have nothing else to wear," she said in a feeble and sorrowful voice.
"I'm sure we can find something the maid threw out," Marcia said. She stood smiling before her with the elegant fur coat draped softly over one arm. In the other hand, she held the long, gleaming cascade of hair clipped from Sylvia's head.
"Paul?" Sylvia asked in a pleading voice. "Oh, Paul-" She thought after the satisfaction of fucking her, he might show some concern, a slight touch of mercy.
But a sneer curled his lip and he said: "Get out of here ... you're so ugly I can't stand the sight of you." Then, with a last sweeping gesture of cruel contempt, he threw a bus token at her feet.
Sylvia cringed and shuddered all the way down in the elevator. They'd given her a discarded maid's uniform to wear-a short jet-black outfit trimmed with white lace that had begun to fray. It was several sizes too small and would barely close over the lush swelling of her tits. They strained the sleek black cloth with every rasping breath she took.
At last the elevator was empty. She could not have stood curious and prying eyes just then. But in the lobby of the building, she knew she would have to face other people. When the elevator door hissed open, she bowed her head to hide her tear streaked face and raced for the main door.
Even with her head down, her eyes shielded from strange glances, she felt the curious stares of two handsome men waiting for the elevator. They both turned as she darted between them. One gazed at her gracefully curved legs and shapely ass neatly displayed by the short, clinging black skirt.
The other noticed her rudely clipped head and said: "It looks like Marcia scalped another one. I can hardly wait to see the tape!"
Sylvia screamed and ran out the door, almost knocking the uniformed doorman off his feet. Outside, it was worse. The afternoon sun burned on her bald head, and she felt the stinging glances of those who turned to gawk and stare.
She shuddered and ran hunched over, trying to hide her burning shame. Hearing snickers and chuckles felt worse than the lash of a whip. The wrenching of her gut felt worse than the wild, forced writhing of Paul's mechanical torture chair.
A little boy turned, spinning on his heels, and hollered after her: "Hey, lady ... you forgot your hair!"
A dapper businessman swiveled his head, gawking in shock. "My God," he muttered to himself. "I wonder if her cunt's bald too."
Near his feet, a legless pencil vendor was scooting along on his little cart. From his low vantage point, he could see clearly. They'd given her no panties to wear, and the short skirt fluttered wildly as she ran.
"It is!" he howled. "Her cunt's as bare as the stumps of my legs!"
When Sylvia heard that, she thought she might throw-up.
Half a block down the street, she began to slow her mad dash for lack of breath. Her heart thundered in her chest, and the ragged gasps of her breathing threatened to rip the front of the clinging black dress.
From the corner of her eye, she spied a woman waiting for a bus. A bright red scarf dangled loose from her leather shoulder bag. She grabbed it and ran again, mindless of the woman's angry shouts.
Sylvia shuddered, dodging between the people on the sidewalk. She crashed into the side of a baby carriage and nearly tipped it over. The baby inside bawled in fear, and the young mother cursed and shouted after her: "You clumsy bitch ... are you blind too?"
Finally, Sylvia stopped and slumped against the cold stone face of a large department store, struggling to regain her breath. She wrapped the scarf around her head and sobbed again when she felt the slinky material slide on bare skin. This was by far the worst horror she'd been through. But she tried to mask the pain and forced herself to smile as she knotted the stolen scarf beneath her chin.
Slowly her smile became real. With her head covered, she felt less humiliated, able to hold her head up at last. And then she thought about her husband Dan and how hot he was to fuck her pretty blonde sister. If he thought one blonde would excite strange new sexual pleasures, what would he do when he had a chance to fuck two?
Sylvia hurried into the store, grateful that she had a charge account there. She bought a low-cut sexy red dress made of soft, flowing material. It hugged the lush curves of her tits and accented the deep, creamy canyon between.
Wearing the new dress, she strolled to the wig counter. There she picked out a long, gleaming silver-blonde wig. With that one, she smiled at her reflection in the mirror. The face looking back at her was that of a beautiful and intriguing stranger. She could hardly wait to see the look on Dan's face when he first saw the new Sylvia.
It was strange, she thought as she walked back to the bus stop-Paul and Marcia had sought to tame and humiliate her with their brutal vengeance. Instead, they'd helped to create a stunning new beauty alive and flaming with strange passions she never would have thought possible before.
Her transformation was so complete that she stood right beside the woman from whom she'd snatched the scarf. The woman was still fuming, but didn't recognize her at all.
Sylvia held the scarf bunched tightly in her hand, the last remaining symbol of her suffering and humiliation. "Pardon me," she said to the lady next to her. "Did you happen to drop this?"
"What?" The woman looked stunned. She recognized her scarf, but not the grinning silver-haired blonde who offered it back to her.
"What? Oh, yes-my God, I thought it had been stolen!"
The blonde smiled warmly. "We all make mistakes."
As she stuffed her scarf back into her tooled leather purse, the woman gazed enviously at the radiant blonde. A devilish glint flashed in her eyes, the woman could not help noticing. And she could not help wondering why it was there.
CHAPTER TEN
Sylvia arrived home and barely had time to catch her breath before she heard her sister Sandy's knock at the front door. She turned before a long mirror at the end of the hall and smiled again at the shimmering silver-haired blonde she saw looking back through smoldering eyes.
Sandy gulped in surprise when her sister opened the front door. At first, she thought she'd gone to the wrong house. Then she gasped and said: "Syl ... you had your hair done!"
"Done in a way you wouldn't believe," Sylvia said, fondly stroking a long silver strand that spilled over one shoulder to curl seductively around her bulging nipple.
"It's great-really wild!"
"I like it," she said as she ushered her younger sister into the living room. A glance at the clock told her she'd have time enough with Sandy before Dan got home from work. "Dan has always talked about fucking a sexy blonde-"
"Oh?" Sandy shot her a curious gaze. "I wish he'd told me!"
Sylvia smiled stiffly. "You always did like to play with my things."
Her sister's eyes flickered with uncertainty, then glowed with understanding. But knowing Sylvia as she was before, Sandy could not quite believe the lusty gleam she saw.
"Do you mean ... er, aaahhhhh ... you're going to let Dan fuck me?"
"I'm going to do better than that. I'm going to help him enjoy your little blonde cunt in ways you've never dreamed of."
Sandy ignored the muted threat of violence in her sister's voice. "If Dan fucks anything like I think ... he isn't going to need or want any help. Ooohhh," she moaned ecstatically. "I've been hot for his cock ever since I was a little kid!"
"I know." The biting chill of envy in her voice was contradicted by the warmth of her lusty grin. Sandy noticed both and didn't know which to believe.
"What do you mean ... you're going to help him?" she asked anxiously.
"Just what I said." Sylvia stepped closer, still smiling in a way that sent shivers up her sister's back. She stroked Sandy's long, shining sun-gold hair. Then she grabbed it hard and yanked, spinning the girl around.
"Sylvia!" Sandy howled. "What the hell?" She felt herself stumbling backward, dragged by her long soft mane. "Ow! Stop it! That hurts!"
"You have no idea what hurt is!" Sylvia said bluntly. Then with a savage cackle, she added, "Maybe someday I'll introduce you to some old school friends of mine."
Sandy struggled to get her feet beneath her, gasping at the hand coiled tightly in her silky hair. "You've gone mad!"
Sylvia gasped too excitedly to reply. The night before, she had only thought about watching Dan fuck this sexy blonde with. But after watching the savage delight Marcia found in sharing her husband's wild lust, she knew she would have to be more than a mere spectator. Far more!
"Jeeeezzzzzuuussss!" Sandy wailed. "Let go!" Sylvia yanked on her sister's hair and dragged her off her feet, pulling her toward the hall door and the bedroom at the rear of the house.
Shock numbed the stunning young blonde at first, then the bite of cold fear gave her strength. She jerked around and got her feet beneath her, lunging frantically to break free. At the same instant, she launched a slap toward Sylvia's obscene smirking lips.
"Hhhaaaa!" Sylvia snapped her head back and dodged the vicious slap, but strands of the long silver wig caught in the hand blurring by her face. Sandy pulled the wig off her head.
"Oooooh, God!" She looked blankly at the hair dangling from her clenched fingers, then at her sister's bald head. "What-what the hell happened to you?"
"You'll know better in a little while!"
Sandy clawed wildly with her free hand. She snagged the front of Sylvia's filmy new dress and ripped it, extending the deep V of the plunging neckline all the way to her cunt mound. She gazed in stunned disbelief at Sylvia's bare cunt, then uttered a faint gasp and fell limp.
"Uuunnngh!" Sylvia gave a grunt and dragged her down the hall by her blonde hair.
The violence of her acts helped soothe some festering nerve. It was as though the pain and humiliation she'd been forced to suffer now flowed out through her grasping hand and into the helpless body of her young sister.
"Bitch!" she growled. "You have no idea what I went through!"
Sylvia threw Sandy down on the bed. Since early that morning, she had had four coils of rope ready at the corners of the bed, but even in her lewd dreams, she had not imagined what a thrill it would be to subdue another woman and force her into bondage. The fact that it was her own sister made it all the more thrilling.
"Aaayyhh!" Sandy wailed as the first loop of rope snaked and tightened around her wrist.
"Syl-shit! Sylvia!" Her frantic cries fell on ears deaf with lust.
Visions of her own helpless captivity flashed strangely before Sylvia's glazed eyes. She grimaced as she recalled the chilling fear and biting pain. Then she howled lewd peals of laughter as she watched her sister struggle against the binding strand of rope.
She grabbed the other arm, ducking a frantic claw-like sweep of the blonde's hand. The braided rope coiled stiffly and scraped her sister's tender flesh as she pulled the knots tight.
Some primitive instinct told Sandy it would be pointless to struggle further. With both arms roped and bound to the head posts of the bed, all she could do was kick her feet and further excite the savage gleam of triumph flashing in her older sister's eyes.
"Why?" Sandy asked in a limp voice.
Lost in rambling thought, Sylvia did not reply directly. "Teasing Dan's cock with your sneaky little girl's cunt"-she moved to the foot of the bed and grabbed her sister's ankle as she spoke.
The first touch of stiff rope made Sandy's will to resist flare anew. She kicked frantically, but could not break Sylvia's grip. She felt the rope tighten and tug on her ankle.
"Uuuunnngh!" Sandy groaned, tossing her head wildly in soft billows of blonde hair. Only one leg remained free, and Sylvia grabbed that fiercely, looping it with harsh strands of rope.
Sylvia savored with wild pleasure of enforcing her will and perverted desires on the struggling girl. Remembering the swift and certain clank of the metal bands that had held her in bondage, she began to think Paula and Marcia had missed the fun of straining against a frantic and unwilling captive.
Her heart raced inside her chest, battering her ribs and making her luscious tits swell with raging desire. The heat of surging blood soon reached her shaved pussy mound, and the depths of her cunt pulsed with animal desire.
With Sandy securely tied, helplessly spreadeagled on the bed, Sylvia paused to retrieve her long wig and reposition the shining silver crown on her head. Then she began rummaging in the bottom drawer of her dresser.
Bound tightly as she was, Sandy could not lift her head far enough to see what her sister was doing. Shivers of fear ran down the length of her lithe body.
"Whaaaa-what are you doing?" she asked.
Sylvia straightened and walked to the side of her bed, smoothing her lustrous silver cascade with one hand. In the other hand she held a pair of gleaming chrome scissors.
"No!" Sandy cried in sheer panic. Her arms jerked convulsively, trying to get to her silky blonde hair. The ghastly sight of Sylvia's bald head flashed vividly in her mind. "You're not going to cut my hair?"
"We'll see." Sylvia bent over her and lifted the hem of Sandy's short skirt into the long metal V of the scissors.
"Uuunnngh!" Sandy winced. She heard the crisp metal jaws begin to close. "Nnnnooooo!" she writhed in desperate fear.
"Be still! You wouldn't want me to slip and snip your little cunt."
"Oooohhh, noooo." Sandy stiffened in horror, listening to the steady click-click of the scissors cutting the front of her skirt. The last sound came loud and hard as the snapping metal jaws cut through the waistband of her skirt.
Sylvia then gripped the open front of the severed skirt and jerked it out from under Sandy's trembling midsection.
"Aaaggghhh!" the girl cried in alarm.
"How pretty your little black panties are," Sylvia cooed, turning the scissors to attack them from the top. Sandy winced as the cold metal blade touched the tender warm flesh of her domed cunt mound.
"Oooooh, God-nnnooo!" The icy metal blade glided smoothly, cutting the filmy black fabric to bare her golden-haired cunt.
Sandy's tremors of fear became uncontrollable. The gnashing chrome blades caught a few stray wisps of her curly twat hair. She felt a slight tug as each one was cut.
"Aaagghh!" Sandy screamed. She kept seeing her sister's neatly shaved cunt mound. It replayed nightmarishly in her mind even when she clamped her eyes tightly closed.
With a soft, cruel laugh, Sylvia pulled away her sister's ruined panties. The girl's eyes were still shut from fear of what might happen next. Then the older woman put her free hand in the blonde's curly cunt thatch and lifted. At the same time, she snapped the shears closed and suddenly released her grip.
Sandy fell back with a tormented wail, thinking her gleaming cunt hair had been cut. Sylvia grinned, knowing well the mental anguish she was going through. She'd learned from Paul and Marcia the great power of imagined horrors-knowing, or thinking you know what humiliation is about to come.
Sylvia chuckled contentedly and pretended to snip off more golden cunt fleece. The flashing scissors only snapped at the empty air, but Sandy didn't know that. She assumed the worst and wailed in torment from the illusions blazing vividly in her mind.
"Now we'll start on the top," Sylvia said with mocking sweetness.
Sandy gasped, thinking she meant her long blonde hair. But it was her knit top the scissors cut. She felt the icy blade easing up along the soft cleft between her tits. She cringed in response to every move. The blades clicked steadily toward her throat.
As Sandy's writhing anguish increased, Sylvia felt the weight of her own suffering diminish. She was now the master, not the slave to be humbled and abused. With the swelling sense of relief she felt, her pussy began to pulse with restless urgency.
The same was happening to Sandy, but her tremors came from quivering fear. Sylvia watched the wet pink lips of her sister's cunt clench and wince, and she kept snipping until the blonde's tight blouse and bra could both be ripped away.
By then, the scent of cunt filled the room like an unseen fog as both women's cunts pulsed and oozed their rich aromatic oils.
"I love the way your naked little pussy squirms," Sylvia said in a voice suddenly tense with desire.
Sandy had not yet dared to open her eyes, despite the anxious surging of sexual desire.
Sylvia found she could not resist tormenting her pretty young sister even more. She crouched between her spread legs and bent forward to her musky cunt. She nipped gently at one soft pink pussy lip and snapped the scissors closed at the same instant.
"Eeeyyy!" Sandy screamed, thinking for one awful moment she'd been mutilated in the most horrible way.
Then Sylvia nibbled at her cunt again, and she gasped in relief. She felt the warmth of Sylvia's lips and realized her sister was eating her cunt.
"I heard from Dan how you used to tease his cock," Sylvia said.
"Yyyeeeesss." Sandy gulped an anxious breath. "It's" terrible to be teased, isn't it?" Sylvia persisted.
When her sister did not answer immediately, Sylvia grasped strands of her long blonde hair and snapped the scissors close to her ear. She cut nothing, but the tug and the sharp sound created the illusion of horror.
"It's not nice, is it Sandy?"
"Nooooo, no, it's not nice at all. Don't tease me, Syl-eat my cunt. Unnnngh, please. You don't know how hot I am! I can't wait for Dan to get home ... I just can't!"
Imagined abuse had started her heart pounding, and sudden release from mental torment made her rage with desire. Sandy arched her back and whined: "Pleeeeeeaaassse eat my cunt!"
"Maybe later," Sylvia said.
She faked a yawn of total boredom, knowing how sudden denial would make Sandy suffer new torments. She also knew how seething hot it would make her sister's cunt for Dan, and he was due home any minute.
Sylvia eased off the bed and left the room. She could hear Sandy moaning all the way down the hall. The girl tugged at the ropes binding her wrists, aching to get a finger on her juicy little clit. That would bring at least partial relief from the wild passions flaming inside her pussy.
Dan was just coming in the front door as Sylvia emerged from the end of the hall.
"Hello," she said in a sultry voice.
"Huungh?" He glanced at her, then snapped his head back. "What the hell?"
"Like me as a blonde?" she asked, trailing curved fingers through the long strands.
"Unnnnnnnh, yeah ... I guess. I mean, it's great-but also quite a surprise."
"You said last night you really wanted to fuck a sexy blonde," she reminded him.
"Oooh, yeah ... but-"
"But you meant my sister." Sylvia shot him a lewd grin. "Follow me. I've got another surprise for you in the bedroom."
Dan followed her eagerly, stripping off his clothes as he went. He was stark naked with his cock swollen hard by the time he reached the bedroom door.
"Jeeeeezzzzus Christ!" he gasped, stunned for a moment by the sight of the sexy young blonde bound and squirming anxiously on the bed.
"Dan!" Sandy cried with a squeal of joy. "I'm so glad you're here! Sylvia has been trying to drive me crazy!"
Dan blinked and started toward the bed, eagerly hand-jacking his huge cock as a heated grin curved his lips. "That's what you used to do to me," he said.
"I know." She gave him a pleading look. "I'll never tease your cock again!"
Sylvia beamed proudly. The last tremors of pain and humiliation faded into distant memory. An anxious gasp swelled her heaving tits. "Fuck her!" she groaned. "I know how long you've been wanting to!"
Dan slid between Sandy's spread legs, aiming his long cock with his right hand. He worked his prick up and down, spreading her puffy wet cunt lips with the thick knobbed head of his prick.
"Uuuuuungh!" Sandy moaned. "Don't make me wait! Fuck me! Please!"
"I should, you know ... to get even for the way you used to rub your little cunt around, get me hot and then run away-" He twirled the soft cushion of his cock head around on the nub of her clit. "Maybe I should leave you here and make you watch while I fuck that sexy wife of mine."
"Ooooohhhhh?" Sandy gasped. "No, you can't do that!"
The heat of his teasing cock had her in a frenzy. She bucked her hips, thrusting herself eagerly at his long prick. The ropes dented and scraped her soft skin, but she could feel only her own raging desire.
Dan felt the writhing of her wet cunt, and he gulped for breath, marveling at the strange wild course his life with Sylvia had taken in the last two days.
Sylvia knelt behind him, cupping his balls in her warm hands, bending low to kiss the dark slit of his ass and rim its puckered lips with her fevered tongue.
"Uuuunnngh, Sylvia!" he howled, straining with unexpected joy.
"I want to watch you fuck her," she whispered. "I want to help you slide your big prick into her cunt and feel your nuts heave when they fill her pussy with cum!"
Her hot breath flowed into the crack of his ass, her tongue darted and flicked like a tiny wet whip, urging him on. She coiled one hand around the root of his cock and stroked it violently up and down, exciting him and nearly driving Sandy out of her mind.
"Fuck me!" Sandy wailed.
"Fuck her!" Sylvia agreed. She stabbed out her tongue and spread Dan's quivering ring of ass muscle, wiggling her tongue in as deep as she could reach.
"Aaagghh!" Dan gasped, lunging forward, spearing the soft wet cunt of his tormented sister-in-law.
"Hhhhhooooo!" Sandy gasped, seething with delight. Her sleek cunt clamped on Dan's prick.
Sylvia's hand was mashed flat between her husband and her sister. She felt the shocking force of Dan's hairy loins as he rammed his cock into Sandy's cunt, finally satisfying a long suppressed desire. And she felt her sister heave upward in response, arching her back and clenching her tight little golden-haired cunt.
"Uuuuunnnghhh!" Sandy groaned. "I love it! Aaahhh! God, you've got a great cock!"
"You can thank Sandy for wanting to share it," Dan said with a deep, satisfied grunt of pleasure.
He glanced back and smiled, watching his wife's silvery hair sway as her head bobbed up and down.
"Aaahhhhh!" Dan cried with startled delight. He could feel Sylvia's tongue wiggle into his ass, but he could still hardly believe the startling changes of the last two days-not just the color of his lusty wife's hair, but everything about her was so wild and excitingly different.
He thought how strange it was that efforts to tame and restrain her had made her so wild and free. For a moment, he wondered where that exciting new freedom might lead them all. He didn't know, he didn't care, but he was eager to find out. He had been set free too.
