Mike shoved Wanda through the back door, into the darkness. She stumbled down the steps, then lost her footing, landing on the soft dirt. Instantly, he grabbed her by her hair and began dragging her toward the fringe of woods about eighty feet from the house.
"Come on, bitch," Mike growled, heedless of her screams of pain.
"Please, don't," Wanda cried, her heart thundering in her chest. "What are you going to do!"
"You'll see," Mike grunted. "Now move that little ass of yours."
At last, he threw her down between the two trees where she and Stan had planned putting a swing. Before she could fully comprehend what was happening. Mike began tying ropes around her wrists. When the knots were secure, he pulled her to her feet, then attached the ends of the ropes to the two trees, spreading her out.
"Now you just stay there, baby, I'll be right back," Mike said, then disappeared into the darkness.
What is he going to do? Wanda wondered. Leave me tied up like this all night. And for what reason?
The thought of wild animals didn't frighten her because the only ones that came anywhere close to the farm were lizards and field mice.
As she pondered the situation, she pulled against the ropes. Strangely enough, they were quite loose, and in a matter of a few moments she had struggled free.
This is your chance, she told herself. Run! Escape through the woods. You know them as well as he does, and you could probably make it to the Farley ranch for help.
You promised, she reminded herself. Stay where you are.
She stood there between the two trees for another few moments, totally undecided about what to do. She knew Mike would probably be coming back, but now, she no longer feared him as before. In a way, she could even see his point of view.
He and Jimmy had just been doing what all boys their age do, and she'd gone in and whipped them. And then later, she had attacked them with the chain. And to be honest, she had been pretty hard on them even before that. Instead of giving them love and understanding, she'd been demanding.
No, I'll stays she thought. After all, what good would it do to escape? It would be merely a temporary refuse at best. I would still have to face them sooner or later, along with Stan.
The night air was a little chilly. She looked toward the house, but still she couldn't see Mike. What in Christ's name was he doing?
"Hello." His voice came from behind her. "So you didn't try to get away, huh?"
Wanda whirled, her heart in her throat. So, that was his trick. He'd been waiting there in the dark, just to see if she would escape. He'd tied the ropes, loosely on purpose.
"I told you I would do what you asked," she said, feeling a shiver of cold fear race up and down her spine.
What the hell am I doing? she thought. It's like I'm my own executioner in this mess! Simply asking for it.
Mike stayed where he was for a short while longer, his gaze moving over her naked, gorgeous body. He then stepped from the bushes and dropped a load of wood he held in his hands. He struck a match and built a small fire. When he was sure it was going, he turned and faced Wanda.
"Let's get you tied back up," he said, reaching for the ropes that hung from the two trees.
"Is it necessary?"
"I think it might be when you find out what I've got planned," Mike said.
Again, Wanda was tempted to race through the woods. She had little chance of outdistancing him, but his tone made her flinch. The coppery taste of fear was in the back of her mouth.
Mike grabbed her wrists and retied them with ropes, stretching her between the two trees. This time, the knots were very secure, almost eating into Wanda's flesh. He then turned and picked up a piece of metal pipe that lay in the bushes where he had hidden. He walked over and held the pipe in the fire.
"No, don't do that!" Wanda gasped, flinching. "Don't burn me!"
"Oh, I'm not going to do any real damage," Mike said, rolling the pipe around in the flames. "Just get it hot enough so you can feel it."
To Wanda's relief, he pulled the pipe from the fire. In just the few seconds he'd held it in the flames, it couldn't have gotten very hot.
When Mike turned and stood before her with the pipe in his right hand, his legs stretched wide, she felt her pussy tremble with desire.
He looked so virile, so muscular and mean. And in the light of the fire, his tanned flesh became darker, like burnt gold. Suddenly, she wanted him to touch her flesh with the pipe, to feel the heat sear into her body.
"Fuck me!" she gasped, thrusting her hips forward, feeling a trickle of cunt juice burn from her cunt opening and ooze over the inside of her right thigh. "Do… everything to me, Mike. Everything."
Mike stared at the soft contours of her body, the deep, emerald-green of her eyes, the golden red hair that touched her shoulders. Then he took a step forward. Slowly, he lifted the pipe and touched the end of it to her glistening cunt hairs.
Although the pipe wasn't hot, it was still warm enough to cause Wanda to flinch. It was just the right temperature – causing no damage, but filling her with spasms of pain. A scream tore from her throat – a scream of ecstasy.
"Fuck me with it," Wanda panted, jerking her hips forward.
She felt the end of the pipe stretch her cunt opening, then sear the slick membranes of her pussy.
"God, yes… stick it inside my pussy and… hurt me."
While Mike held the pipe in her cunt, he stepped under the ropes and behind her body. He then ground his crotch against her ass, letting his cockhead throb inside the crack of her shitter.
Wanda was overcome with desire when she felt the pressure of his prick. She flexed her ass muscles, letting her shithole munch over the smooth surface of his cockhead. Slowly, the long length of cock was drawn inside her asshole.
"You like this, don't you?" Mike said, his voice hoarse with lust. "I bet you'd fuck anybody or anything."
"I'll fuck… you," Wanda gasped. "Christ, I'll fuck you forever."
As he began fucking his massive cock in and out of her shitter, she felt him grind more of the pipe up her cunt. With her guts full of hard pressure, she found it almost impossible to breathe, but she wouldn't have had it any other way. Fucking was so good like this – almost like fucking two cocks at the same time.
"How much cock and pipe do you want?" Mike murmured, kissing across her shoulder to her armpit.
He licked into her soft flesh, then nibbled slightly lower, his lips touching the side of her right tit.
"Hmmmm? You want it all, baby?"
"Yes, fuck in every hard inch," Wanda groaned, her eyes glazed with passion. "Fuck my ass and my pussy to shreds, you sonofabitch."
Mike thrust in almost ten inches of pipe. At the same time, he hammered his cock savagely up her ass, grinding some of the flesh surrounding his balls into her shitter. He held the pipe and his cock inside her fuckholes for a long while, then began slowly fucking them in and out.
Wanda couldn't believe how wonderful – how horrible – it was. Every cell in her body seemed on fire with ecstasy, every nerve exploding with electric-like bursts of agony. When she was certain, the sensations couldn't get better, they did.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she screamed suddenly, her body glistening with sweat. "Fuck meeeeee!"
"Unh, take it, slut," Mike said, moving his hands away from the pipe.
The metal rod slowly slipped from her cunt, then hit the ground between her legs. He then jabbed his fingers into her pussy and yanked the loose folds of cunt flesh back.
"Fuck me, bitch. Fuck all of me!"
Although Wanda felt a dreadful emptiness when the pipe slipped from her cunt, his fingers began relieving the itch inside her cunt. She squirmed her ass around, feeling another burst of climax riddle her guts.
"Stick your hand in my pussy!" she panted. "God, stick anything up there. I… I can't take it much more. My pussy's on fire, you bastard."
While Mike fucked her shitter with brutal fuck-strokes, he began working his fingers deeply into her pussy. Slowly her cunt opening closed around his knuckles, then his entire hand disappeared inside her pussy. He formed a fist and began moving it around in a twisting motion.
Wanda thought the top of her head was going to blow off. Her orgasms had started coming one after the other in an almost unending stream, freezing every muscle in her body. She felt she couldn't get enough.
"God!" she shrieked, rolling her head around until her hair looked like a fiery halo.
"Take it, now," Mike said, biting down on her nipple.
His balls seemed to explode, sending a stream of warm cum up the center of his prickshaft. His molten fuck juice burst inside her ass, then began sloshing backward, melting around his swinging balls.
"Unhhhhh… fuck me, whore step-mother. Lick my cock up to your cocksucking brains!"
For Wanda, his cum was like gasoline on an open fire. Another convulsion of orgasm tore into her guts with such force, her very bones seemed to melt. She twisted and writhed, then went limp, her moan fiery in her throat.
"More of cum," Mike grunted, heaving forward, planting the bulk of his load up her asshole. "Come on, Mom! Don't stop. Fuck with me."
Wanda didn't know where she got the strength to do as he asked, but she began moving her ass back and forth, gobbling his cock inside her shitter, finally milking his fucker of all his cream jism. When the last of his cum burned into her asshole, she again went limp, every muscle in her body exhausted.
"Goddamn, that was fantastic," Mike groaned, rolling her nipple around in his mouth. "Shit, it was almost like I'd never fucked before."
"I know," Wanda said. "It was the same for me."
Mike held himself against her body for a few moments longer, then pulled away. He leaned against the tree and closed his eyes. His glistening chest was heaving up and down, his throat rattling with a satisfied moan.
Is that it? Wanda wondered. Did I finally prove myself?
In a way, she was a little disappointed, even though it had been the best orgasm she'd ever experienced. It had been so wild. But something had been missing. She had wanted him to humiliate and defile her totally.
Pleasure is nothing, she thought, unless there is the equal sensation of pain.
"Now you're going to suck me," Mike said, reaching for the knotted ropes at her wrist. "You're gonna get on your knees and blow my cock dry, bitch."
"Make me do it," Wanda said. "God, make me beg and crawl. Make it… hurt."
Although she felt herself slowly turning into an animal, she no longer cared. The humiliation, the pain and degradation somehow made fucking more wonderful, more exciting. She even wanted the feel of his hands around her neck, choking her to darkness.
When she fell to her knees before him, she reached for his cock and looked at it as if it were an object of worship. Slowly, she sucked the tip of his prick into her mouth and moaned with hunger.
A biting flash of pain seared across her back. She spit Mike's cock from her mouth and looked up, her eyes filled with terror. When he had gone for the ropes and pipe, he'd also gotten the whip! She hadn't even seen it.
Oh, now this is it, she thought. This is how I want it. To be forced to suck his prick while he beats me into submission.
She gobbled his cock back down and gave another spluttering cry as he hit her again.
"Suck me, whore," Mike said, his eyes glinting sadistically. "Lick my prick all over, or I'll beat you to fucking death."
While he slashed at her with the whip, she sucked his cock and balls passionately. And with the taste of his cock filtering into her mouth, she shivered as the lash tore into her flesh. Her nails were clawing at the taut muscles of his thighs, pulling him even closer.
"Mmmmmmfffff," she gurgled, grinding her nose into his patch of blue-black crotch hair.
"Suck me all over, whore!" Mike demanded, whipping her again, the leather leaving long, red welts on her delicate flesh. "All of me. My shitter and feet, too, you scum-bag."
After Wanda washed his cock and balls, she squeezed her head between his legs and ran her tongue upward, touching the crack of his ass. She then pulled his taut ass cheeks back and delved into his hairy, dark shitter entrance.
"God, I love doing this," she gasped, feeling her pussy throb with the beginnings of climax. "I could just chew your ass up and swallow it."
"On your face, whore," Mike said, forcing her to the round.
He stepped on the back of her head and crushed her face against his right foot.
"Lick my toes, cocksucker," he ordered.
While Wanda squirmed around in the dirt before the fire, she licked and chewed on the flesh of his foot, enjoying the taste of dirt. She felt degraded and abused, yet wonderful. Her concepts of evil and good become one, leaving her animal-like in her desires.
While she licked on his feet, Mike kept whipping her. With his right hand, he jacked his cock up and down rapidly, feeling his cumload boiling in his balls.
"Almost there," he groaned. "Hold your face up, cunt, I'm gonna blow my wad on you."
"Let me suck you." Wanda moaned, opening her mouth wide, making a move upward to gobble on his expanding cock.
Mike lashed out again with the whip, causing her to crumble at his feet. He then rammed his foot into her moaning mouth.
"Keep licking me, whore," he demanded.
Wanda grabbed his ankles with both hands and began licking over his feet. And as the taste of sweat and dirt burned into her throat and nose, she felt her climax tear into her cunt violently. When it peaked, she felt a warm splatter of cum against her shoulder.
She looked up and saw a milky glob of cum burst from Mike's ballooning cockhead. As if in slow motion, his fuck juice dropped through the air, then splashed over her open mouth. Sonic of his jism rolled across her cheeks and melted into her ears.
"Here, take it this way," Mike said, jacking the rest of the cum from his cock. "Lick my jism off the ground, whore."
Wanda couldn't believe she could degrade herself so, but she no longer cared. Nothing mattered but the taste of his body, the feel of the whip against her flesh. She licked into the dirt, gathering the cooling globs of his cum. Then she drank them down greedily.
"All of my cum," Mike said as be squeezed his fingers around his prickshaft, releasing a final lump of jism. His fuck cream dripped over his hand as he straightened his arm. "Take my jizz, bitch!"
Wanda sucked his hand clean, then ran her tongue through the glistening patch of his crotch hair. When the wiry strands were clean, she munched at his balls, kissing down the insides of his thighs. At last, she had captured every, single, precious drop of his jism.
"God, it was wonderful?" she gasped, falling back in a heap, her body still writhing with anguished pleasure.
Mike watched her for a few moments, then pulled her to her feet. Again, he placed her between the two trees and tied her up. He stood back and smiled at her expression of lust.
"You ready for my last trick?" he asked softly.
"Yes," Wanda moaned. "Oh, yes, Mike. For… anything."
She closed her eyes and waited for him to touch her. When he hadn't in a few moments, she opened her eyes, discovering she was alone. She quickly looked around, but couldn't see him.
"Mike!" she cried out, urgency in her voice. A short while later, she heard a movement in the bushes to her side. She quickly turned her head, but her smile froze on her face.
"No… not that, Mike," she pleaded, her eyes white with horror.
"Yes," Mike said, walking into the amber light of the fire. "I told you that you were going to pay."