Even as Diana's eyes lingered almost of their own accord on the wedge-shaped patch of pussy fur, Yvonne brought her legs slowly apart. Diana saw the pink slit of her tormentor's pussy. Gradually, Yvonne's, cunt unfolded, like a time-lapse sequence of a flower opening to a greet the rays of the morning sun.
As the pink petals of Yvonne's pussy gaped, fat clear droplet of cunt sauce welled between them. Diana licked her lips. She could smell the heavy perfume of raw cunt issuing from Yvonne's fertile slit.
Congealing come trickled from Yvonne's pussy. "You like what you see?" she asked, her voice almost breaking with passion. She reached up to take the end of the cord from her handyman.
"I hope you do," she went on. "I have a lovely pussy – as do you, my pretty. A lovely pussy is a wonderful thing, isn't it? Worthy of worship. That's what you're going to do. Get down on your knees and worship my hungry, lovely cunt with your lips and tongue!"
Her voice rang in the enclosed space like a bronze bell. For a moment Diana stood there, not understanding, acutely uncomfortable at the way Yvonne's dark eyes seemed to devour her own nakedness. Then the impact of what her captor had said hit her. Her knees went weak.
"Mmmmmm!" growled Mike. He bucked up and down in the chair, fighting against the cuffs that held his arms and legs. Yvonne smiled lewdly.
"That's right, darling," she said with urgency humming in her voice. "You're going to eat my pussy. I know you'll do it well!"
"No," Diana said. The calmness of her voice surprised her. "I'm not a lesbian. But even if I was, I'd die before I'd touch my mouth to that slimy, diseased cunt of yours!"
To her amazement Yvonne smiled still more lasciviously at the captive's impassioned outburst. "Oh, you'll eat my cunt all right, my dear," she said. "And you'll be glad for the opportunity!"
Before Diana could deny this Eric walked in and handed his sister a riding crop. Her eyes sparkled with delight. Then she struck.
The crop whistled and slashed across the nipples of Diana's bare tits. The pain doubled her up. "Yiiiiiiii!" she shrieked, as she bent forward with her arms hugging her agonized tits.
With an artful snap of the wrist Yvonne brought the quid whistling around to flick at a bare asscheek. Diana straightened up again with a cry of pain and desperation. Between clutching fingers the mark of the crop was a thin red line etched on her magnificent tits.
The crop lashed out left and right, drawing crimson stripes on the tops of Diana's thighs. Her legs jerked apart. With deceptive slowness Yvonne brought the quirt forward and upward with a backhand stroke.
A thin white cut the air, punctuated by a moist smack! as the riding crop landed right along the delicate slash of Diana's cunt.
The braided leather whip bit into her pussy flesh like a wasp's sting. Diana's cunt tunnel filled with pain that was like molten steel. "Ahh!" she cried.
"Oooooooooohhhhhh!"
Mike's chair thumped the floor as he struggled futilely to get free. His wife was tormented. He watched her collapse and curl up into a ball, crying and moaning about the awful pain in her pussy. A quirt mark stood out in scarlet on the pink of her ass.
It was his fault. That was the hell of it. If he'd managed to stay faithful to his wife for even twenty-four hours they wouldn't be in this mess. But no. He'd let his eyes wander, and the next thing he knew he was in a strange motel room with his big cock pistoning between Yvonne's huge, delectable tits. And in the meantime Eric was sneaking in to whip and ass rape Mike's darling bride!
Eric and Frank stood side by side, watching Diana grovel on the floor. Her slim pale legs kicked the air, giving them flashing glimpses of her chestnut-furred pussy. Auburn hair spilled out to all sides of her wildly-shaking head.
With rapid, almost surgically precise strokes of the quirt Yvonne drew a fine network of scarlet lines on Diana's butt. "Ohh! Gaaaaah – STOP!" Diana cried as the blows landed in a stinging rain on her bare, shrinking flesh.
Yvonne stopped. Then she hauled in hard on the leash. Diana was dragged up onto her ass gasping and clawing at the taut noose around her slender throat.
Yvonne let the cord go slightly slack. Diana sucked in great shuddering breaths that made her ample tits jiggle like jelly. "Will you eat my nice hot cunt now, darling?" Yvonne asked seductively. "It's all juicy and ready and waiting for your mouth!"
"No!" Diana choked out.
A sudden sideways heave of the cord sent her sprawling on her back, legs flying up in the air. Yvonne bent forward, her tits swinging grandly and brought a whistling cut down on Diana's cunt bun.
"Aaaarrrraaaaahhhhh!" Diana yelled as she lurched off the carpet.
With her victim flailing in midair, Yvonne had a perfect shot at the tender mouth of her pussy. The quirt sliced air. This time the tip snapped the tiny nerve-node of her victim's clit.
"Aaaaarrrrrgggggh?" Diana's legs flew and she grabbed her cunt. Fiery pain raged in her cunt. Her cunt lips felt as though they'd been touched by a live wire!
Diana fell helplessly to the floor. Yvonne brought her crop down on her tits and ass and, when possible, her agonized pussy with machine-gun speed. In no time Diana's lovely body was a mass of welts – and pain!
At last the black-haired woman tired. She was too horny to continue whipping her shrieking, beautiful captive. Diana had gotten her so turned on her pussy sauces were streaming down her legs. She let her aching arm drop to her side. "Ready to lick my pussy?" she panted.
Tearfully, Diana nodded.
With only a slight pull by Yvonne's cord Diana got up. Her heavy breathing made her tits heave up and down, and every breath sent fresh pain stabbing through her tits. She smoothed back her hair and wiped tears from her eyes.
She looked up. The first thing she saw was Yvonne's greedy snatch. The pussy flesh was as bright and sharp in color as one of the snaky quirt-marks on Diana's throbbing tits. A drop of cunt honey covered the hole of her pussy, catching the light and breaking it into rainbows like a prism.
She licked her lips. Yvonne's wet, come-filled cunt exerted an almost hypnotic fascination on her. Despite her pain and fear, despite the disgust she felt at the very idea of eating another woman's cunt, she felt her mouth begin to water at the sight of that dripping, gaping pussy.
The stiff cold breeze from the air conditioner wafted heady pussy-smell to Diana's nostrils. Yvonne exerted slight pressure on the leash. Diana put both hands on the floor and leaned forward.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Yvonne sighed as her prisoner's lips met the lips of her pussy in a crushing embrace.
The unfamiliar flavor of cunt seemed to burst in Diana's mouth like the explosion of a shell. Diana tried to pull back, stomach turning, against the pressure of the slim hand that cradled the back of her neck and sought to hold her face against her captor's pussy.
The whine in the air warned her, but nothing could prepare Diana for the pain that ravaged her body as Yvonne slashed at the crack of her ass with the riding crop. The leather stung her asshole. She cried out hoarsely, the sound muffled by the damp mat of Yvonne's pussy.
"Eat me!" Yvonne demanded, caressing the auburn head between her thighs. "Eat my pussy! I have to feel your lips, your tongue, sucking and teasing and lapping my pussy! Oh, hurry, eat my cunt!"
Diana had opened her mouth to cry out as Yvonne's riding crop bit into her ass. Now her mouth was full of the woman's pussy lips! They were squirmy and hot and rubbery, covered with hot oils.
The captive's stomach did a flip-flop. She'd never realized the taste of a woman's cunt was so overwhelmingly concentrated. It wasn't the flavor of the forbidden cunt-fruit in her mouth that overpowered her. It was the intensity of the pussy taste and smell.