It came, taking the breath from her as the crop bit down hard against her thigh.
Marie screamed, while her asshole winked shut. Brad snapped the leather back down a third time, backhanding her this time and crossing the red swelling marks on her thigh with new ones.
Marie let out a shriek, trying to fight back the fiery pain that ran from her ribs to her belly. How she wanted to spit at him, tear his eyes out for the pain he was causing her.
Grunting, Brad brought the crop down over her asscheeks.
Marie choked down a stifled scream. He had drawn blood. The bastard!
"Got an idea now, baby? Understand just what's goin' on? You're not going to get just a little of this," he said. "You fuckin housewives think you can play at this. You shop your brains dry, then go out and play games with guys like me. That ain't the rules here."
Marie lay there feeling as if she were on an execution block. She pound her teeth against the ball-gag, screwing her face into a mask of pain as he shoved the tip of the crop into her asshole. He twisted the awful thing around and around like a screwdriver, making her bowel lining kink as she let out a gasping breath around the ball.
Yanking it out, Brad slashed the end of the crop across her tits, reddening a narrow strip of skin on Marie's tit.
The woman writhed with the pain of the blows. She felt the warm, sticky sweetness of her sweat flowing down her ribs.
Brad looked at her, licking his lips like a wolf about to tear into dead meat. Her twisting, tortured body trussed up in ropes like that, pulled back and bound to the wall, aroused the big man more. He came closer to Marie.
Brad grabbed at the woman's cunt, twisting the blonde silken hairs around and around until Marie screamed with pain.
"Bitch!"
A pulling, tearing sensation roared through the woman like a knife twisting into her belly. Marie felt Brad's free hand slapping across her face, reddening her cheeks even more.
"Cunt! I'll shit on you and you'll eat it! I'll piss on you and you'll drink it, just like all you Goddamned sluts want to do!"
The crop lashed across her face again, the leather stinging her lips, then the top of her tits. Marie struggled, writhing against the ropes.
The ropes sliced skin from her bound wrists and ankles. Marie felt her fingers going numb. She screamed through the gag. How she wanted to strangle him, to tear at him the way he was ripping at her! But the harder she tried to fight him, the more pain she brought to herself.
When she rolled back, the strokes of the crop lashed over her taut nipples. When her legs knotted with throbbing agony, Brad only laughed harder, his fingers finding a deeper, firmer grip on her cunt.
Marie knew his fingernails were tearing into the soft, sensitive skin of her cuntlips. The tingling folds of her inner pussylips burned and throbbed.
Brad lashed and beat at her, grabbing hold of more of her cunt. His prick was bobbing up and down with the violent moves he made.
Grinding her teeth against the rubber ball, she felt nausea rise up in her tight throat. The pain in her crotch and his vicious struggles aroused her in a perverse way.
Brad whipped at her tits and ass with the crop, making her move her hips. Then bending over, he pushed his lips against her tits.
Marie groaned, feeling her cunt-juice running like a river of molten lava. Her shoulders twisted against the bed, and she wished she could free her hands just for a second to strike back at her tormentor.
Brad pulled back, his blue eyes half closing while a line of spit trickled from his lower lip. Grinding his teeth together, Brad slashed the crop across both nipples.
Marie squealed, her tits jiggling, each vibration sending more pain and heat into her brain. Her nipple felt as if it were torn from her tit. The muscles of her belly shivered.
When he slashed an X across her flaming ass, Marie grunted, her ass bouncing on the mattress.
The big man concentrated on lashing her ass now, the leather thongs slashing and cracking over her taut flesh until Marie thought there could be no skin left. With a slashing overhead stroke, he whipped the crop down on her asshole. It felt as if he'd ripped a handful of her bowels out.
Marie screamed, her shouts becoming louder in spite of the gagging ball.
Brad laughed loudly behind her, stopping the beating long enough to jab the end of the crop into her asshole.
Marie screamed again, feeling the whip handle snake into her asshole, spreading it more and more until she thought he was going to push it out of her throat. Brad was puffing hard, fucking her shitter with the handle of the crop, twisting and yanking it back and forth, until her shitter relaxed against the probing crop.
"Now, bitch, now. You'll get what you fuckin' wanted all along!"
He held the strips of the crop taut in both hands, bringing them down against her throat, choking off the air for a moment while he climbed onto her body and pushed her spread thighs even farther apart.
She could feel his prick, that hot cockhead burning against her whipped cuntlips while his belly flattened against hers. He was squirming atop her, pressing those thongs against her throat so hard that she was sure the ball-gag would pop from her mouth. He was jabbing his prickhead against her cunt, choking the air from her with that makeshift noose.
Marie tried screaming, writhing like a wild woman against the bed as she felt the world grow dark around her. Her lungs burned from lack of oxygen while bright white flashes exploded in front of her eyes. Just when she thought she would pass out, Brad threw away the crop, bracing the flats of his hands against her shoulders while angling his hips down. Prodding, probing, he finally pushed his meaty prickhead into her hot mushy pussy.
Now all the pressure, all the agony and delight, was focused in a hot pulsing spasm as she felt Brad's prick shave into her hot cunthole. The feeling was almost as intense and mind-shattering as the sensations she'd experienced during the whipping.
Throwing back her head, she felt Brad unbuckle the strap around her head, reaching in and pulling out the ball-gag. She screamed and cursed as he shoved his cock deeper and deeper until his balls pillowed against her upturned ass.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Marie felt herself turning into a mindless creature, a fucking machine whipped and beaten into something far beyond rational. She bit at his lips, digging her fingernails into his back while Brad worked his powerful hips back and forth, fucking her cunt with his fat cock.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Her belly swelled against his as she squirmed, feeling him fucking deeper.
Grunting, Brad shoved his tongue down her throat, then pulled back. He bit down on her nipple.
Marie screamed, feeling his teeth tearing at her tit-tips.
"Cummmmmm!"
Marie felt hot flashes exploding like lightning bolts from her cunt, making her clit shrink back from the rubbing friction of his prick.
He was sweating hard now while his fingers bruised her upper arms and his prick frictioned her cunt into climax.
She let out a baleful yell. She was cumming, cumming hard! In one mindless shriek, Marie shouted her delight, feeling his hosing jizz spattering her pussy.
"Yaghghghghghghhhhhg!"
Marie had no idea how long it had lasted.
Ever after Brad pulled out, slowly untying the ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the wall, she could only think of fucking and of how he'd made her feel so good.
CHAPTER TWO
Cindy groaned, feeling Billy's tongue wriggling into her mouth. She tried drawing away, pressing her hands against him. She was afraid, very, very afraid of going this far. Her mother had told her about men, about the one thing they wanted from a girl.