"No… yahhhhh… a oh no, no, don't oh don't do it… don't do it to me!"
Wendy screamed.
Her throat ached from her desperate cries. She wanted to feel the hard prick in her pussy, not her ass. But Brad kept his cock in her asshole, moving his hips from side to side, holding her more tightly. He gripped her as if she were going to fly away. And still he was shoving down and in, down and in, ramming his cock into her squirming ass beneath him.
"Uhghhhhh… no, ooohhhh God, you're… splitting me… uhhh… in two!" Wendy pleaded.
"That's the way it is, baby, that's the way it is."
She could feel her asshole muscles relaxing, the channel opening, giving way to the constant pressure of his cockhead. Brad let go of one thigh. She felt him clutching her tit. Wendy squirmed, moving her ass back as much as she could toward his hairy belly. She was noticing heat and tension in her ass that added to the sparkling flames around her clit.
"God!" she exclaimed.
Another spasm, this one more powerful than the last, made her asshole muscles squeeze, cramping down on his entering cock. Brad grunted, holding back, his fingers pinching her nipple harder and harder until Wendy cried out for him to let go.
"Gonna go for it, huh?"
Wendy screamed back at him, feeling the painful pleasure of his fucking reaching higher and higher in her ass. Her belly spasmed, her cunt winked shut on thin air. It seemed as if her entire body were out of control.
His wide cockhead buried deeper. Wendy sobbed, tears streaking her cheeks. He was fucking her steadily, fucking his long thick cock in her asshole. His fingers were pinching both her nipples, tweaking them, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers.
Wendy bit her lip. She couldn't even cry now as Brad pulled out, the reversed tugging sucking at her asshole obscenely. More delicious sparks shot through her clit, sensations Wendy couldn't understand. No one had ever done this to her before.
"Ohhh…" she moaned.
Brad paused, grunted, then tensed his thigh muscles and began to shove his prick rod back in. The woman relaxed her ass, spreading her knees and pushing them out. She felt completely torn, bewildered by the conflicting sensations racing through her mind and body. His hard cock was stroking nerve endings in her asshole, nerve endings she never guessed she'd had before.
Her round, firm asscheeks flexed against his pressing belly, searching for more of that fullness threatening to split her ass wide open.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, move that ass. Come on, move it real nice, nice for me," Brad crooned.
His breath was blowing harder against her face, panting against her forehead, and his fingers continued, to work her stiffening nipples.
Wendy closed her eyes once more, imagining how it must look with her tied up in that obscene position, arms and legs bound together by those silken cords. She pictured Brad, his cock spearing into her asshole, splitting her asscheeks in two while his hands roamed freely over her tits.
Easter and faster, in and out, the sliding cock sent fiery thrills through her body. Wendy felt her guts filling with his prick. Her asshole lips were catching on fire as Brad fucked harder and harder.
"Fuckin' tight ass, Wendy. Nobody's ever done this to you, have they?"
She couldn't say a word.
"You don't have to answer me, baby. I can tell… uhhh… can tell when I've got a virgin ass around. And, man, this asshole feels right tight and good against… ughhhh against my… my cock!"
Brad was stammering, his voice tight, hoarse, cracked, as he fucked furiously. Then he paused for a moment, waiting for his excitement to calm down before fucking hard and fast again.
"Oh, no, no, you're… you're going to cum in… in my ass?"
Wendy bit her lower lip again, drawing blood. She felt the mounting pressure in her cunt match the rioting sensations in her asshole. Somehow they were connected. In some strange way his assfucking was making her cunt hot all over again, making her pussy muscles cramp and clutch as Brad's cock kept on fucking her asshole.
"Ohhhh, man, soon, soon gonna dump my… uhhh… dump my load in your ass."
"Ooohhh!"
Desperately, the woman ground her teeth together, whipping her ass up and down. She pulled and tugged at the silken bonds until she thought the belts were going to slice her wrists and ankles in two.
She had to have his cock in her cunt. It wasn't fair, Wendy thought, to work her up that way, and then pull out and fuck her ass. She had to have that hunk of prickmeat sliding in and out of her pussy, touching her clit.
"Fuck… fuck me," she cried shamelessly.
Brad guessed what she was thinking, and snickered at her distress. He kept fucking her in the ass, his fingers now straying down from her tits to her pussy and toying with her clit and cuntlips.
It was too much, for her to stand. She whimpered and begged him to pull his cock from her ass and put it in her cunt.
"Yagggghhhh…" she moaned.
Yet part of her mind wanted more cock in her ass. Being fucked in the ass or having a man's prick in her asshole was exciting in its own way. The silk cutting into wrists and ankles, the strange position she was in, the beating, and now this assfucking, both elated and repelled her.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Brad panted.
Wendy shivered from the force of his fucking blows. The tempo of his ass-ripping cock increased. Wendy found herself squeezing her asshole muscles tightly around his prickmeat, trying to drag out more of those sensuous tingles from her nerves.
She didn't care how much it hurt her, how much her mind was revolting against the idea of having his cock in her ass. She just wanted to have his cock drive into her again and again, until the spinning excitement in her asshole exploded.
Brad fucked with all his might. He shoved back and forth, in and out, his flesh glistening with sweat while his muscles tightened and bulged. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. From between parted lips he snorted little grunts of pleasure.
"Oh, oh, ooohhh…" Wendy responded to his thrusts.
Nothing could stop her rush of feelings now. Ass or cunt, it didn't matter. Wendy could feel the orgasm rushing up from the depths of her body, spreading to all her nerve endings.
She cried out wildly, her fingers clawing her wrists, the soles of her feet. Her cuntlips milked more juice from her pussy hole while heat slicked up the sides of her clit. She jerked her head to one side and breathed heavily.
"Uhhhhhh…" Brad gasped.
All of her senses were focused on her cunt and her asshole. Her stretching, tearing ring of ass muscle gained more and more pleasure from Brad's fucking prick rod. Wendy panted and went blank. She was being fucked, fast and hard by his cock.
The way her cunt responded now made the woman almost numb to any pain in her ass. She was even beginning to like what was happening. The jam of his cock in her asshole, the idea of being roped, tied, then fucked in the ass, excited her. She whimpered and jerked, her body alive, writhing under his stabbing cock.
"Go for it, bitch, go for it!"
Brad grunted loudly now, his cock pulling out, sucking her guts down. Only the head of his big prick stayed inside her asshole.
Wendy cried again, feeling the flaring sides of his cockhead tugging at the lining of her ass walls, puckering them outward. The woman screamed, bunching her ass back and forth in fast strokes.
"Yeah, yeah…" he huffed.
With another grunt, Brad rammed his cock back into her ass. Wendy screamed and her arms tugged viciously at the binding belts. His cock slammed into her repeatedly. The big man shouted as his body bounced against hers. And then he was cumming, firing his load into her ass. She could feel his cum shooting into her asshole.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh."
"Fuck, baby, fuck, I'm… ughhh… I'm blowin' my wad in you!"
Wendy's pussy sucked shut on thin air. She could almost hear the cunt walls slapping against one another. Her body thrashed madly oh the bed, her toes cramping, her fingers straightening and trembling as his white-hot jism spattered against her ass chute. "Unnnnhhhh…" she groaned.
The lightning jolts of heat in her cunt amplified the spasms in her ass. Wendy's mind centered on her ass and clit. Every movement of Brad's cock, every feeling of his prick spurting and slipping through more firing jizm sent her reeling higher.
"No!" she cried, feeling her cunt catch fire and explode.
She was cumming, climaxing without having a cock in her cunt. She wept crazily and her head snapped back and forth while she tugged wildly at the restraining belts. Chills rushed up and down her spine, exploding into her overloaded brain, as more and more jism shot from his prickhead and filled her ass.
Again she felt her pussy muscles snapping, convulsing, cramping as her clit vibrated wildly. Wendy was cumming more powerfully than ever before in her life. It shot her into a world beyond her physical senses.
"Ooohhh…" she cooed.
Wendy felt her world whirling around as her cunt slackened, the climactic waves ebbing until she sagged from her bonds on the bed. Brad was pulling out, grunting with satisfaction.
"Man, oh man, good hot pussy. Made me shiver like hell when you came that way, baby," he said, pulling his wide, throbbing prickhead from her cunt.
The blonde closed her eyes in defeat, feeling his warm cum oozing from her ass and dribbling down her asscheeks. She had fucked a man, had really gotten laid. That's what she'd hoped for this evening, that Brad would take her home and fuck her. But she hardly thought he'd do something like this to her.
"Please… please untie me and let me go home," she whispered, turning her face up to him after several minutes of silence had passed.
Brad grunted again, reaching up and slowly unknotting the belts that held her wrists to her ankles. Wendy let out a shuddering groan of thanks. She felt her legs cramping down, her knees bending, her feet slipping away from the headboard and tumbling down to the mattress. She stretched and rocked her body slowly from side to side as she tried to work the cramps from her muscles. To one side she could still hear Brad breathing heavily.
"What about…" she began.
Wendy stared up at her wrists which were still held tightly to the headboard.
"I'm not through with you yet!"
"Please, don't… just let me go. Please, I've got a daughter and she's home alone and…"
"You think she'd wanna join us?" Brad asked mockingly, smirking down at the woman.
"No!"
Thank God at least Dina couldn't see this, Wendy thought. She wondered how long he was going to keep her here like this, bound to the bed, his prisoner, his willing victim.
Back at the house things weren't any better for Dina.
"Yaggghhhh!" the teenager screamed. There was the sound of another slap as his knuckles bruised across her chin, sending Dina wheeling backward. Her knees buckled as her belly hit the back of the sofa. She reached frantically forward, clawing at the material. Shaking her head, trying to focus her eyes, Dina fought back another scream as the big man came up to her.
He had made a call to some friends of his. There would be another tormentor. He was already on his way over.
Turning around, Dina glanced at the ship clock sitting on the yawning fireplace mantel. Nine o'clock. Her mother said she probably wouldn't be home until past midnight. Three hours to go, and even then, Dina thought, what could her mother do? If she surprised them, wouldn't she be a victim as well? She wondered.
Dina moaned, sinking to the floor. Once more she had tried to make a break for it, and once more Jack had caught her, beating her to the floor.
"You try that again and you'll be shittin' teeth for the next week."
Dina shook her head. She wasn't going to cross him, not any longer. The girl could see the consequences, and they made her tremble.
"Just to make sure… come on…"
His paw-like hands gripped her upper arm, tugging her up off the floor.
"Gino…"
Her wailing protests bounced off the walls as she felt herself dragged across the living room floor. She stumbled once more.
"Where's the fuckin' bedroom," Jack demanded, pausing in the hall.
"Th-there," Dina said, nodding in the direction of the second opened door, sniffing back the tears.
Jack pulled her after him. He grabbed her by the shoulders when they reached the doorway and shoved her back hard.
"Ooohhh!" she cried.
Dina fell on her naked ass, brought both hands down and began scooting back in terror from the approaching man. Jack towered over her, his eyes almost glowing in the dark. The girl could once more feel the scratching sensation of the carpet piling against her upper thighs and asscheeks. She kept scurrying back toward the bed, her eyes wide, bulging, focused on her tormentor. Then she felt her spine banging against the front legs of her bed.
"This the closet?" Jack asked.
He was standing by a door near her. Dina nodded her head. She reached up to wipe a stray tear from under her eye. Jack hummed same tune while he opened the door and spread the clothes from one another. She heard the strangely comforting soft rustle of moving clothes. He stepped in a little farther, always keeping an eye on the trembling girl.
"Hank oughtta be here in a bit. Gotta keep you busy, though," Jack muttered under his breath.
Dina saw him gripping something, and tugging back. It was an inch-wide leather belt she used at times for her slacks. Jack was examining it, running his fingers up and down the length and checking its texture.
"Mine's better, but I ain't gonna leave you here to get it from the other room."
"Wh-what?"
He moved away from the opened closet door, gripping the belt tightly at one end. In a flash, the teen realized what he was going to do.
He held her belt as if he had a whip. Her eyes filled with the image of that belt gently swaying back and forth in front of his cock.
"Please, oh please don't do this… don't oh please…" she sobbed.
No one, not even her mother, had hit her before. Nothing could have prepared her for this. To be used as a where was one thing. But to be hurt was quite another.
"You ain't got a choice. You've been real bad tryin' to get away from me. You gotta pay now, baby, pay high."
Dina stared at the belt, terrified of what the payment might be. Nothing could prevent Jack from collecting.