"Go for it, bitch, go for it!"
"Yagggghhhhh!"
Brad had picked up a strip of leather from the drawer and began striking her with it. He created a pattern of red welts around her hips, matching the long red stripes still there from the earlier belting.
"Ohhhhh!"
Fires of sheer agony raged through the woman. She stared at the dirty ceiling, at the yellow lightbulb barely illuminating the small, dank area. The air stank with dampness and mold while Brad kept hitting her again and again with that strip.
"Uhghhhhh…"
"Beg for it, you fuckin' bitch. Beg for it, beg for my prick!"
He was growing more excited, aroused by his own words, his actions. He used the leather strip now on the tops of her nipples, hitting them as they stayed squeezed between the iron screws. Tears of shame and pain rolled freely down her cheeks.
"No, no! Oh God, God, you beast!" she shouted, twisting her head. "You animal, animal! I won't give in, I won't!"
Brad smiled at her. This was what he wanted, what he heeded. He threw himself down on her and ate at her mouth, stabbing his cock against her cunt.
"No, no, no!"
"Haven't had enough, right?" Brad asked, smirking down at her.
He raised his body slightly, rearing back, then whipped the flat of his hand against her face. Wendy's head jerked from the force of his blows, her flesh feeling the heat of his slaps.
Now, in spite of any agony connected with his blows, there was wonderful heat flaming through her. Upstairs, in his bedroom, the big stud had changed her, had made her a savage just as wild as he.
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out! Go for it, go for it!"
He kept cursing Wendy, calling her names, names she now wanted to hear.
"God!" she moaned. "Ohhhhh…"
"By the time I get through with you, Wendy, you're gonna be waitin' to date me every fuckin' evening. And you know what?" he said, pausing for a second. "I'm gonna want you down here all the time."
"No, no, no!"
His body squirmed over hers, his cock sliding up and down the groove between her leg and belly. Brad was enjoying this teasing immensely. His tongue shot into her mouth, attacking every pink ridge inside while, at the same time, he gripped her hair and pulled. She was going wild with the pain, wild with the pleasure somehow connected to it.
"Uhhhhhh!" she cried in his mouth.
Wendy tasted his spit in her throat flames of wild thrills fanned higher in her body. She wanted more of this stimulation, more of his brutality and the pleasure she drew from it. Just the thought of being fucked by him after having endured so much at his hands drove her up the wall.
"Ughhhh…" Wendy moaned.
The pressure of the screws on her cuntlips and nipples made Wendy blush with lust. She wanted a cock, a fat prick inside her. She wanted Brad's cock, his juicy prickmeat to rub life into her cunt.
"Fuck… fuck…" she muttered.
Wendy had torn her mouth away from his, panting and gasping. She wanted to get fucked, to be fucked out of her mind. The iron scraped her wrists and ankles, the burning sensation of the leather strap stung her flesh. Everything inflamed her senses, twisting all her thoughts to one idea… fucking.
"Oh yeah, yeah, you want it bad, real bad, don'tcha?" he whispered mockingly in her ear.
"Oh yesssss," the woman hissed frantically. His fingers traveled all over her body, pausing to pinch her nipples. Then he used the flat of one palm to rub her clit.
Unholy lust filled her mind like a swelling cock fills a cunt. The image of getting fucked, of having her pussy stretched by his cock yet one more time, made Wendy gasp with delight. She was choking on her own spit from the growing excitement.
"Damn, damn!" Brad raved.
Her big tits heaved when his fingers concentrated on her sore nipples. She bit at him, only to have Brad shout back at her and slap her face. Her asscheeks started bouncing again, thumping wildly on the splintery workbench top.
This was much better than a soft bed. The firmness of the wood, the painful stabbing of those small, rotted pieces of wood pinching her white assflesh added somehow that much more enjoyment to her fucking. She loved everything that was happening to her. Just the thought of her pain added yet another degree to her already simmering cunt.
"… oooohhhh!" she sighed.
Then he was sitting on her chest, his knees pressing against her sides, his cock even with her mouth. Wendy could smell his musky prickmeat and the scent made her nostrils wrinkle with pleasure.
"Take it!"
She felt his fingers pulling at her hair again, felt his cockhead pressing against her lips, then sliding over her front teeth. The bulk of his prick rod forced her cheeks to puff out, and his balls rubbed over her chin. Brad's knees tightened against her sides. He grunted and licked his lips with delight.
"Oh yeah, baby, yeah, feel it, feel my cock in your mouth!" he crooned.
His knees were sliding back and forth, rubbing up against her ribs. His cock banged against the back of her throat. Wendy swallowed the steadily oozing pre-cum.
"Go for it, suck it, lick the bottom of my cock, you fuckin' slut."
While he spoke, Brad reached back and tugged at her cunthairs, puffing several out. He grabbed her clit between his thumb and forefinger and twisted it.
Wendy's screams gurgled around his diving prick, feeling terrible pain searing at her. More saliva and cum trickled back down into her throat, choking her, making, her cough and wheeze.
Brad twisted harder, laughing at her as she sighed with the pain.
The big man's fingers tightened around Wendy's clit as her lips pressed around his cockhead. The woman sighed once more, feeling rising passion shooting through her body.
"Agggghhhhh!" she gasped.
The pain of having her clit twisted added to the delightful tingling rushing up and down her spine, finally sparking a flood of fiery thrills in her cunt.
"Fuck!" Brad gasped, throwing his head back while feeding more and more of his fat cock into her mouth.
Wendy was going wild. She tightened her mouth around his prickhead, making soft sucking sounds with the insides of her cheeks and her throat. Her mouth widened as she took more of his cockmeat between her lips.
"Ohhhh."
"Go, baby, go. Man, you're the best thing I've had between my fuckin' legs for a long time… a long time," he murmured.
His knees eased off her cramped, aching arms. He smoothed his thumbs across her cheeks.
She still couldn't quite understand why she was enjoying all of this so much. The weight, the heft, the bulk of his heavy cock clogging her mouth were sending shock waves through her.
Wendy was suddenly aware she was feeling small orgasms washing over her. Sucking his cock was doing this to her she realized.
Brad reached around once more and pinched her clit. He climbed back on top of her once more, sucking her right nipple, screw and all.
"Yagggghhhhh!"
Slowly, very slowly he backed away, holding her down, spreading her open farther and farther. His lips chewed and mouthed her nipples… first the right, then the left, then the right again.
Wendy shuddered with delight, feeling the pressure of the screws on her cuntlips, then feeling the pressure of his cock as it began driving into her pussy. The image of his dick ramming through her cuntflesh drove the woman wild. She arched her back again, heedless of the splinters knifing into her legs and her thighs.
"Ohhhhhh!" she wailed.
His fat cock made her cunt spasm wildly, making the slick, warm cunt sheath tighten sexily around his sinking prick.
"God!" Brad cried, then clamped his mouth to hers and drove his tongue down into her throat.
Wendy's sore, whipped asscheeks rubbed against the wooden workbench top, then shoved up. She was totally pierced, nailed to the bench by his prick rod squeezing through her cunt meat. The way it forced her pussy walls apart made her feel divided once more. All those wild images shot, through her confused mind as Brad fucked her senseless.
"Ohhhhh…" she wailed again.
Easing back a little, Brad flexed his hairy balls and sent his cock spearing back into her. As his cock stabbed into her pussy, his tongue worked around in her mouth.
Wendy gurgled happily, shifting her thighs from side to side. She tugged at the iron cuffs, loving the biting of the iron against her flesh. She was loving every painful second of this fuck!
"Ughhhhh…" Brad grunted.
Wendy was aware of his hands gripping her asscheeks now. He pulled them up, levering her body higher so he could fuck into her more savagely. His hard cock drove deeper into the heated vacuum of her sucking fuck channel. With her ass raised higher in the air, her shoulder blades scraped more painfully against the bench top.
"Damn! Damn!" Brad cursed.
Wendy climaxed first, snapping her head back, letting out bellow after shriek, her hair clinging damply to her forehead and cheeks. Inside her, she could feel his massive prick rod spitting out cum.
"Yagggghhhhh!"
"Go for it, bitch, go for… ughhhh…"
The two of them collapsed against one another, swept along in a mindless torrent of sexual frenzy.
Another long hour passed for both women, Jack and Hank having fucked Dina alternately once again. They had given up on the idea of ass fucking her when her screams shrilled past anything they could stand.
As they dressed, leaving the girl in a confused heap, Jack announced he wasn't going to take anything from the house.
"You've paid for it baby, paid well," he explained.
Rousing herself after they left, the girl rushed about the home stark naked, cum running from her slit. She locked the front door and wanted to call the police, but finally decided to let it alone. Just a simple retelling of what had happened would be enough to shame her.
Sobbing, covering her face in shame with both hands, the confused teen stumbled from the living room, her body swaying drunkenly. She would shower, wash away the cum, the sweat, the marks of her shame.
Staggering into the bathroom, Dina stopped in front of the cabinet mirror and stared at her face in the glass. Her fine blonde hair hung in sweaty tangles around her cheeks, and her mouth had a slightly swollen, lust-bloated look. A fucked woman, a slut, she thought.
Turning, still sobbing, Dina bent down and turned on the water. Flicking on the shower, she stepped into the stall. The girl sighed, feeling a comforting wash of warm water drizzle over her tits. As she rubbed soap in her swollen cunt, she thought of what she would have to hide from her mother.
Thank God mother's so square, she thought, twisting under the spray and letting the pelting drops cleanse her hair. She squeezed it dry, letting the water tingle over her cunt and nipples.
Dina felt her pussy muscles tweak again. Her mother could never find out what happened she thought. Dina knew she would have to work out her problems alone. Fortunately, her mother would be there, Dina thought her stable, slightly dull mother. Dina felt she'd need someone like that, someone unaware of the darker side of human sexuality to give her guidance, a framework from which to order her life.
"Ohhhhhh…" she moaned gratefully. Dina let the water spatter over her tweaking cunt, feeling the first signs of relief. At least her mother would be around to provide guidance. Good old mom!