Diana reeled. She looked from the woman to Mike. Her husband was stark-naked. And, spattered like white paint on the huge limp hose of his cock, were telltale droplets of drying come!
Diana turned to the woman again. The other's hair was jet-black and fell to her full, milky tits. Yes, Diana could see jism on her heavy tits, and another droplet clung to her chin. What the black-haired bitch was saying was true!
A touch on her shoulder made her jump. She turned her had and saw that Eric had come up behind her. "Don't blame your husband too much, my dear," he smiled. "It would take a superman to resist my darling sister's charms. She's quite a woman."
Yvonne smiled at her brother. Diana saw the resemblance between them – the lean, limber build, oval face, slightly slanted blue eyes contrasting with raven hair. With something of a shock Diana realized Yvonne was the woman who had checked them into the motel last night. She'd looked so prim and reserved then, almost plain.
Now she was haughty and lovely and terrible!
"We watched you and Eric on our closed-circuit television. It was quite a show. Of course, Mike got upset and wanted to do something about it." Yvonne glanced over her shoulder at the broad-shouldered man who stood unspeaking behind her. "Frank had to calm him down. That reminds me, by the way. As a reward I promised Frank – you!"
Diana gaped. Then she gasped. The man called Frank took a step forward, pulling down his trousers as he walked.
"N-no!" Diana whispered. She stepped back. Abruptly her right asscheek was stung by Eric's belt. She stopped dead, pain warring with fear of Frank. "She doesn't want you, Frank," Eric said dryly from behind her.
Frank pulled down his pants. His cock sprang out. Diana stared. It was neither as fat as Mike's prick nor as long and snaky as Eric's. But it was monstrously thick just the same, and eight inches long!
The man straightened and stood grinning with his cock aiming at her like a cannon. He was youngish, with long ape-like arms and the shoulders of a weightlifter. Bushy red sideburns framed a broad and homely face. His teeth were even and very white.
"She don't like me?" he asked. "That's okay, honey. You don't got to."
He stooped and picked up something that lay at his feet. Diana frowned curiously at it, then went pale with horror. It was a yard long piece of rope, bristling with broken fibers and almost as thick as the massive wrist of the man who held it.
And something told the captive he was going to use it on her!
"Thass right," Frank said. "You gonna like me less when I finish whupping you with this!"
Diana looked frantically around. Eric and Yvonne stood with naked lust on their faces. Her husband struggled against his bonds, but the handcuffs bit more tightly the more he fought.
She was alone.
She tried to run. Eric caught her and pushed her roughly. She fell to the concrete, skinning her lip. Then Frank was there, looming over the captive.
"No!" Diana choked out. The rope fell.
The heavy rope crushed her vulnerable tits. She screamed and rolled over. Grunting like a pig Frank lashed at her ass, already covered with a network of broad red belt-marks.
"Ah! Ohhh! STOP!" The pain was worse than the pain Eric's belt had caused her. Much worse. The fibers sticking from the rope bit and tore at her tender assflesh as leather never could.
And burly Frank was vastly stronger than his employer! Each blow of the rope landed harder on Diana's tormented ass, and seemed to cut deeper into her ass.
Diana was crawling, blinded by pain and her long auburn hair which hung like a screen before her eyes. Laughter rang in her ears, Eric and Yvonne delighted by the captive's agonized struggles. Mike was bellowing wordlessly, and Frank snorted and snuffled like a horny bull as he whipped the woman mercilessly.
The concrete scraped her knees and her elbows. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except escape from that awful rope and the constant, crushing, awful pain in her ass. Diana's tits swung like overripe fruit waiting to be picked. The rush of blood into her tits brought a renewal of the pain there, but Diana didn't notice it with the greater agony from her brutally beaten ass.
She bumped against something hard. She raised her arms painfully and drew herself up. The surface was even rougher than the pavement around the pool. Another blow landed along the furrow between her sumptuous asscheeks, and she scooted ahead two feet.
The surface gave beneath her and then rose springily, lifting her. She realized where she was. She'd crawled onto the diving board.
She was trapped!
She quivered, half afraid to tumble into the water, where she was sure she'd drown with her hands tied, and half willing herself to take the plunge and let the water surround her in cool oblivion. She waited for the next unbearable stroke of the rope.
It never came. Instead Frank grabbed her and turned her over on her back. She cried out as the diving board abraded her pussy, welted ass. Ignoring her, Frank put his big hands on her knees and pulled them apart. Then he leaped on top of her!
He grabbed the writhing woman's shoulders. His cock jabbed rhythmically at her pussy. The spongy outer lips gave way at the onslaught of his cock. Then the wedge-shaped prickhead was driving between the delicate cunt lips, and into the sinuous tube of Diana's pussy!
Diana screamed, as much in surprise as pain. The flexible mouth of her pussy spread wide to take the stranger's cock in. And suddenly all, eight inches of prick were filling the captive's reluctant cunt!
The air rushed out of Diana's lungs. A spasm of pain wracked her cunt. The tunnel of her pussy was bone dry, as dry as her asshole had been when Eric fucked it – and Frank's cock hurt almost as much going into her pussy!
Frank rolled his hips and ground his crotch against Diana's. The movement rubbed her ass around on the diving board. It was like touching her tender ass to a grindstone.
"Ah, noooooooo!" she wailed.
Assflesh seemed to be sanded away as Frank moved his mighty cock in Diana's cunt. His weight bore down on her arms, pinning them, flattening her tortured breasts. She longed to claw his eyes. But she was helpless. She could do nothing but lie there and get fucked!
Dry as Diana's pussy was, it was hot and tight around Frank's big prick. The pressure of pussy on his pounding cock maddened him. He wanted to fuck!
He did. His body hunched as he drew his cock out of Diana's cunt. She cried out. The pain in her ass eased, but the withdrawal of the cock with its hooded, broad head seemed to be tearing her pussy apart.
Diana's legs were splayed out to the side. Mike watched them flail helplessly as the cock rose from her cunt until only the head remained trapped by her pussy lips. Then the long and lovely legs clamped convulsively around Frank's thick body as the cock plunged into her cunt once more!
"Yahhhhhhh!" Agony raged in Diana's ass and raped pussy. The red-haired handyman's balls slapped at the crack of her ass as his cock drove to the hilt in her unwilling pussy. Instantly the cock started pulling out of her pussy.
This time was different, though. This time the swollen cock rasped across the tiny button of Diana's clit, nestled in its protective hood of pink flesh at the very top of her cunt slit. The effect was electric.
Uncontrollably Diana arched her back. Perhaps the pain and humiliation she was undergoing had driven all inhibitions from her tormented body. Whatever the reason, the contact of Frank's cock with her clit had filled Diana's pussy with a raging hurricane of lust!
Frank raised his ass into the air. Then he paused. What was the strong, succulent smell that suddenly rose to his nostrils? And why did it feel that the cunt-swallowed head of his prick was buried in a wet, clinging morass?
The tension in the naked victim's body, the sudden tautness of her nipples gave Frank the answer.