Frank was behind him, hauling him up by the armpits. Eric put a slender hand on Diana's arm. "This way, my dear."
Diana looked rebellious. Eric's belt rustled suggestively over the concrete. She paled, and did as she was told.
With the burly handyman behind him to keep him in line, Mike had no choice but to follow his wife as Eric and his sister went into Diana and Mike's room. Mike winced at the sight of Diana's ass. The naked, symmetrical demiglobes of her ass were puffy and red, and rumply with the imprint of the diving board. There was no permanent damage done to the exquisitely fine skin over her perfect buttcheeks, but Mike's heart twinged at the thought of the pain his bride must be undergoing.
The motel room was cool, almost icy after the merciless desert sun. Eric, smiling, ushered Diana toward the bathroom as Frank pushed Mike down in a chair by the door.
In the bathroom doorway, Diana hung back and looked at her husband. Her concern was plain on her beautiful, tear-stained face. "Don't do anything foolish, sweetheart," she said urgently. "Don't do anything to make them hurt you – no matter what they do to me!"
Mike opened his mouth to speak. Yvonne stepped boldly to his side. "Don't worry about that, honey," she said. She hooked her thumbs into the waist of her blue bikini bottom. Slowly she rolled the panties down over her lush hips.
Mike turned his head. His eyes widened. Beneath the bikini Yvonne's skin was white as freshly fallen snow. The perfect pale skin was a stark contrast to the geometrically neat, midnight-black triangle of fur that covered her soft pussy mound.
Leering down at the captive, Yvonne rolled her hips and pulled her panties down around her thighs. The odor of her hot pussy hit Mike full in the face. A droplet of clear cunt juice glittered in the tufts of raven hair between her shapely thighs.
She bent to pull the panties off over her feet. Her tits swung back and forth in front, of. Mike's face. She straightened, naked, abandoned, and unashamed. Then she pivoted and thrust her cunt right into the handcuffed man's face!
"Don't worry a bit," she said over her shoulder. She rolled her hips again. Her pink pussy opened up like a flower and slathered hot cunt sauces all over Mike's face. "I won't hurt him!"
Tears started from Diana's eyes. With a laugh Eric pulled her into the bathroom. The captive heard wet sucking sounds as Yvonne rubbed her soaking cunt into Mike's face.
Holding Diana's upper arm, Eric pulled the sliding door of the shower open. "In you go, my dear," he said, urging her into the tiled stall. "You're a mess. All sweaty, and with Frank's come running down your lovely thighs. You really must get cleaned up."
Diana looked at him uncertainly. She stood with her back to the shower head, her arms held protectively over her tits. What did Eric have in mind now? She heard the creak of metal as he adjusted the water behind her. Then he turned the water on full.
The stream of water struck her beaten buttcheeks with staggering force. And the water was boiling hot!
"Aiiiiieeeeee!" Diana jumped forward. Her tits smashed into the wall of the stall. Eric held the shower head, laughing like a fiend, keeping the scalding jet of water trained on his captive's agonized ass.
"Stop!" she howled, her voice ringing in the enclosed space. "Ahhhhhh! Let me goooooooo!"
As if on command the burning stream ceased.
Thankfully, she slumped to the floor of the shower stall. Her ass throbbed with a new and poignant pain.
Eric was in the stall with her, hands under her arms, raising her. "Up you came," he said. "Now you know what the shower game is. Isn't it fun?"
In the living room Mike managed to tear his face away from Yvonne's dinging cunt. "Are you all right?" he shouted. Strong fingers closed behind his head and forced his face back into the midst of the scarlet pussy-blossom.
"Forget about her!" Yvonne commanded. "I'm here, and that's all that counts. Eat my pussy!"
She thrust her hips forward. The pink petals of her cunt parted to enfold Mike's nose and mouth. His mouth filled with the succulent sauces of her pussy. The feel of her cuntlips was silken on his lips. Hot pussy juice ran down his chin and dripped onto his chest, even ran down his belly onto his dormant cock.
Mike was half-wild with fear for his wife's safety. But there was something about the black-haired woman with the slanted sapphire eyes. She exuded an irresistible sexual magic. Her pussy was soft paradise, and the honeys of her cunt were nectar on his tongue. Almost against his will, Mike opened his mouth and let his tongue slide out to caress the dripping, slippery lips of her cunt.
Her hands gripped his head eagerly. "Ahhhhh!" she sighed, as he began to eat her pussy with single minded passion.
Eric pushed Diana to stand between him and the shower head. She cringed away from the water outlet. Its jet of near-boiling water was like the breath of a dragon, and she didn't want to feel it caressing her nude flesh again.
Eric's arm snaked past her. "Noooooooo!" she screamed, as he turned the handle.
A stream of water hit her tits with a stinging force. Only this time the water leaping from the shower head was cold-ice cold. It struck her whip-marked tits and seemed to burn the way the hot water had seared her ass.
Diana shrieked and fell back against Eric. His prick fit into the furrow between the cheeks of her ass. She could feel his pulse racing in his cock, transmitted through the sensitive meat of her rump.
"Isn't that better than the hot?" Eric asked in her ear. He rocked his hips, fucking his prick along her asscrack. "Well?"
This time he turned on the hot again. "Gaaaahhhhhhhh!" his victim howled. It felt as if her tits were being boiled!
But Eric was being careful to do nothing that would truly damage the prisoner. As he had told her, it wasn't often he had a playmate as breathtakingly beautiful as Diana Burden. He wanted all the use possible out of her.
But he knew how far he could go in torturing women without harming them. After all, he'd had lots of practice!
Diana's anguished shrieks assaulted Mike's ears. But still he could not control the desire that raged within him. Yvonne's slim fingers were crushing his face into the gaping mouth of her pussy. His tongue was flicking far up her cunt as his lips teased her frilly pussy lips.
"Diana!" he tried to cry out, as another scream echoed from the bathroom. "Oh, God, forgive me!"
His outcry was muffled by Yvonne's hungry cunt. The vibrations his voice set up in her pussy thrilled her clit like a buzzing dildo. Her pussy lips seemed to caress his face, and then her cunt seemed to suck his tongue deep into her pussy. Frothing cunt juice ran from both sides, of his mouth as he fucked her wantonly with his tongue.
In the shower stall, Eric slipped to a sitting position behind his captive. Diana was hunched over, holding her arms to her boobs. Her tits seemed to be on fire. Why couldn't he leave her alone!
Avid hands gripped her firm, slick thighs. Eric slid his legs between her widely-parted feet. Then he was tugging her backwards and down, toward the jutting spire of his rock-hard eleven-inch prick.
The prickhead poked into one of the doughy furred rolls of flesh that were Diana's pussy lips. Diana bit back a cry at the pain. It was like having him jab at her cunt with a poker.
The next probing thrust of his cock planted its tip squarely between the lacy inner curtains fringing her cunt hole.
"Oooooh," she moaned in involuntary pleasure, as the prickhead went into the mouth of her cunt. Despite the new and terrible torture Eric had inflicted on her, her pussy was still juicy and wet from fucking Frank and being pumped full of his slimy jism. And in spite of herself Diana was instantly horny again!
With a wild, lusting scream, Diana sat herself on the full tremendous length of her tormentor's cock. "Aggghh!" Eric coughed, as her slinky cunt sucked up his cock.